Ding, your little fool is online

After the candy stayed on Wang Yuyang's face for a short time, it fell to the ground with a "click".

Yuan Xing lay on the railing and looked down. At first he thought he was in trouble, and his face was tense and anxious. After he saw that the person hit by the candy was Mr. Happy, the corners of his mouth instantly raised, and his eyes widened a little. .

Wang Yuyang touched his face, bent down to pick up the candy on the ground, held it in his hand, shook Yuan Xing downstairs, and said with a smile, "Why did Xiao Yuanxing lose his candy?"

He planned to find Yuan Xing after chatting with Feng Guang's director, but he didn't expect that a candy that fell from the sky turned his little star down today.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips upstairs, did not speak, and smiled very shyly.

The young man beside him looked at Wang Yuyang in surprise: "Do you know each other?"

"Yeah." Wang Yuyang nodded, still looking at the second floor, "Yuanxing, come down, I'll give you the candy."

He had only worked for half an hour, and there were still a pile of books and dolls in the room behind him. Yuan Xing couldn't estimate his speed, but he wanted to eat sweets and wanted to go down to talk to Mr. Happy, so he looked at Wang Yuyang's side with embarrassing eyes. young people.

The young man waved his hand: "Come down."

Motoko stomped on the wooden stairs, and there was a sense of joy in his steps.

But after reaching the first floor, he restrained his haste a little, walked slowly to Wang Yuyang's side, raised his face, and stretched out his hand: "Open, Mr. Happy, my candy."

Wang Yuyang did not return the candy to Yuan Xing directly, but instead asked, "Do you want some candy?"

"Yeah." Yuan Xing nodded vigorously, a small tuft of hair on the top of his head was swaying softly in the air.

"Okay." Wang Jianyang peeled off the candy wrapper slowly, and put the white milk candy on Yuan Xing's palm, "Take it well, don't drop it again."

Seeing that the two of them were so familiar, the young man walked away knowingly, leaving them alone time.

Wang Qianyang asked Yuan Xing, "Why are you here?"

Yuan Xing had a milk candy in his mouth, and the words he said were full of milk flavor and vague: "I, I'm here to make a gift."

"Put it in a gift?" Wang Yuyang was taken aback, but didn't understand.

"Gifts for the children." Yuan Xing drew a rectangle with his hands, "Yes, there are books and toys."

"That's it." Wang Yuyang still didn't understand, but still nodded, "What time did you come?"

"Eight, eight thirty."

It was half an hour earlier than Wang Jianyang.

Wang Jianyang watched Yuan Xing's small cheek move, and suddenly wanted to poke it. He resisted the urge and continued to ask, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Yuan Xing usually doesn't eat in the morning. Even when Mr. Kaixin told him to eat three regular meals a day when he was sick, he still didn't eat. He would only eat a candy when he was hungry.

So he nodded and looked at Wang Yuyang: "Eat..."

However, before he had time to say the "le" at the end of the second half of the sentence, his honest and disappointing stomach let out a few "gurgles——" several times.

The shy Yuan Xing's face was burning hot, but he still looked at Wang Yuyang with firm eyes, as if he could cover up the truth by doing so.

At this time, the young man who met the light came over, Wang Yuyang turned his head and asked, "Can I take him out for a while? The kid didn't have breakfast this morning."

"This..." The young man hesitated for a moment, "It is possible, but the workload in the morning must be completed."

"That's no problem." Wang Qianyang nodded, "I'll help him later."

Then he took Yuan Xing out of Fengguang's small courtyard, leaving the young man staring at the door and muttering what the hell is the relationship between this partner surnamed Wang and this child?

There is a morning tea shop with a good reputation nearby, Wang Yuyang's car is parked not far away, and he plans to take Yuan Xing to have morning tea.

But as soon as he walked through an intersection and waited for the traffic light, Yuan Xing's eyes were attracted by a small cart in the street office.

The small trolley sells egg-filled pancakes. Put an egg into the crispy pancake crust, turn it over and fry it a few times. The golden egg yolk is printed on it. Brush the sauce with lettuce and tenderloin. His eyes were glued to it perfectly.

Seeing the children around him looking helplessly at the egg-filled biscuit stand, Wang Qianyang smiled helplessly.

He asked Yuan Xing: "Want to eat that?"

Yuan Xing didn't nod, and asked cautiously: "Yes, is it possible?"

Wang Yuyang felt distressed for a moment, and led the people to the stall directly: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with you."

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence, he only knew that he wanted delicious egg-filled biscuits to eat: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Happy."

Looking at the menu, Wang Yuyang bought a deluxe version of egg-filled pancakes for Yuan Xing. Apart from filling two eggs, he also stuffed everything that could be sandwiched. Xiao Yuan was lucky to eat.

In the end, Yuanxing got an egg-filled pancake that was bigger than his own face.

Holding the hot breakfast in his hand, Yuan Xing blinked, not knowing what to say, he looked at Wang Yuyang hesitantly: "Too, too much, I can't finish it."

Wang Yuyang held a few napkins in one hand, and a cup of hot soybean milk bought from the stall next door in the other hand, and put a straw on it: "Not too much, not too much, I'm so thin, I can only grow taller by eating more."

Yuan Xing took a bite of the crispy crust and whispered, "I'm not short."

The temperature is not high in the morning in January. Even though the sun has come out, you can still see the white breath when you talk.

The sun slanted down through the thin clouds, pulling rays of light in the air, pulling the shadows of the two people from the street stalls to the zebra crossing, one long and one short shadows, melting into the dust and sunlight , like a winter picture book.

Wang Qianyang watched Yuan Xing biting the egg-filled pancakes one by one, eating like a little hamster, blinking his eyes from time to time, his long eyelashes fluttering, feeling a great sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart, even thinking that if he could keep doing this alright.

Afraid that he would choke, Wang Yuyang handed the cold soy milk to his mouth: "Take a sip, be careful not to burn it."

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, stared at the straw for two seconds, then lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk.

Wang Yuyang felt even more satisfied in an instant.

After eating a few more mouthfuls, Yuan Xing finally stopped his chewing cheeks, and looked at the more than half of the egg-filled biscuits in his hand with a bit of embarrassment.

I can't eat any more, but this is an egg pancake that Mr. Happy bought for himself, so we can't waste food.

So he forced himself to take two more mouthfuls, forced himself to swallow, and he had to drink three or four mouthfuls of soy milk to swallow one mouthful of cake.

Wang Jianyang seemed to see his embarrassment, and asked, "Are you full?"

Yuan Xing had a bit of cake crumbs on his face, and nodded slightly, a little embarrassed: "No, I haven't finished eating."

"No, but, I can take it with me and eat it at noon, so as not to waste the food that the farmer uncle, Xin, has worked so hard to grow." Yuan Xing hurriedly added, and tied the bag in his hand while talking, thinking Put it in your pocket.

"Well, if you can't eat more, give it to me." Wang Yuyang reached out and took the remaining egg-filled biscuit, and gently rubbed Yuan Xing's hand.

Wang Jianyang untied Yuan Xing's little bow tie on the bag, tore off some of the paper wrapping the cake, took a bite at the place where Yuan Xing had bitten, and wiped out the rest of Yuan Xing in a short while. Include the remaining half cup of soy milk.

He wiped his mouth slowly with a paper towel, and then took another piece of cake to help Yuan Xing wipe off the cake crumbs around his mouth: "Xiao Yuan Xing is right, you can't waste the food that the farmer's uncle has worked so hard for."

Typical, get cheap and behave well.

Although Yuan Xing ate the leftovers, Wang Yuyang didn't dislike it, and even tasted a hint of milk in the egg-filled biscuits, presumably it was the milk candy the little guy just ate.

It can also be said that as long as it is Yuan Xing's, he will not dislike it.

Yuan Xing doesn't understand the ambiguity of being willing to eat your leftover meal and using the same straw with you in the adult world. He only has two thoughts in his ignorant mind.

Mr. Happy is so kind, he doesn't waste the farmer's uncle's food.

Mr. Happy eats so fast, he ate me up.

In addition to egg-filled pancakes and soy milk, there are also some small stalls selling other foods on the street, such as fried dough sticks, bean curd with soy sauce, everything you expect to find.

The two walked along the way back, Wang Yuyang asked: "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

"Not anymore." Yuan Xing honestly shook his head.

"That's good." Wang Jianyang deliberately walked very slowly so that Yuan Xing could keep up with his own pace.

Walking around a corner, Wang Yuyang asked, "Xiao Yuanxing, why do you work there? What about the hot pot restaurant?"

"Fire, the hot pot restaurant is still there." Yuan Xing said.

Wang Jianyang asked: "Then what about the presenter?"

Yuan Xing didn't want to tell Wang Yuyang that he had no money, because he was afraid that the other party would be like Sister Yueyue, and he could not help but pat his chest and say that he would lend him money.

After much deliberation, Yuan Xing had no choice but to make up a nonsense within his ability: "My house has more money than before, so I come here to pack gifts."

Yuan Xing doesn't stutter when he tells a lie, but Wang Qianyang doesn't know this, he only knows that when Yuan Xing is disobedient, he just threatens it.

So he hummed and continued walking with Yuan Xing.

It was a quarter past ten when we arrived at Fengguang's door, and it was more than two hours before Yuan Xing got off work in the morning. Wang Yuyang asked Yuan Xing to take him upstairs, took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, intending to work with Yuan Xing.

The content of the work is not difficult, but it is necessary to bend over frequently. If Wang Jianyang is not diligent in exercising, otherwise his old arms and waist will be explained here.

There are pink and blue books. He took a blue book at random during his break and found that there were no calligraphy and paintings in it. It must be a book for blind children.

As soon as he closed the book, Wang Yuyang heard Yuan Xing ask: "Open, Mr. Happy, what is this book? What's in it, what, nothing?"

Wang Jianyang spread out the book again and handed it to Yuan Xing: "Put your hand on it and feel it?"

Yuan Xing obediently put his left hand on the page, felt the dense unevenness under his hand, and said pleasantly: "On the top, there are, there are..."

He "had" for a long time without saying the second half of the sentence, and couldn't think of how to describe it.

Wang Jianyang smiled and closed the book: "This is Braille."

"Braille?" Yuan Xing tilted his head.

"It's the words that the blind can read, but those who can't see." Wang Jianyang explained.

"That's it." Yuan Xingfu lowered his head again, and put the gift bag in his hand, not sure if he understood.

Wang Yuyang stopped what he was doing, glanced at Yuanxing, and took a pink book. After opening it, there were colorful watercolor paintings in the book, with various small animals and warm words, It is marked with pinyin, and it is as warm as sunlight coming through the window.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Jianyang suddenly said.

"Huh?" Yuan Xing looked back at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to hear a story?" Wang Jianyang flipped through the picture book in his hand, and a ray of sunlight happened to hit his hand.

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing thought for a while, then shook his head, lowered his head and continued to pack gifts, "Work, work is going to be endless, Mr. Happy, if you want to read, please, please keep your voice down."

Wang Jianyang was taken aback, he didn't expect this little guy to be so confused, but he could understand, so he just smiled, closed the book, and continued to help Yuan Xing with his work.

Read it when you have a chance in the future, and let this little guy read it by himself if you can.

Before 12:30, the two finished packing the presents for the whole room. Looking at the neatly arranged gift bags, the two figures, one big and one small, stretched out in the sunshine in full satisfaction. waist.

However, after a short rest, his mobile phone began to sing, and the alarm clock rang for going to work in the afternoon.

So Yuan Xing got up in a hurry, carried the little lion's hot water bottle on his back, picked up his scarf and hat: "Go, Mr. Happy, I'm going to work."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Wang Qianyang asked, "I'll take you there."

Yuan Xing hurriedly wrapped the scarf around his neck, letting the tasseled end hang on his chest: "No, no need, Mr. Happy, you bought me breakfast, breakfast, return, and help me grab presents, already , thank you very much."

"I'll see you off." Wang Jianyang repeated it again, not to be questioned.

He understands that Yuan Xing doesn't want to cause trouble for others, but Wang Jianyang doesn't want to be someone else.

Due to the fact that it is difficult to express his mood at this stage, Wang Yuyang had no choice but to reduce his psychological burden, and said: "Come together, Xiao Yuanxing, I am going to work too, and I am near you, so I will drop by."

Yuan Xing was silent for a while, and then he let go and agreed: "Then, that's fine."

Saying goodbye to the director of Fengguang together, Wang Yuyang started the car and arrived at the intersection near the business circle without any hindrance at the green light.

"I, I'll come down here, thank you, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing said and was about to pull the car door.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Jianyang called him to stop, "Wait."

After Yuan Xing turned his head, he saw Wang Jianyang stretching out his hand to help him pull down the hat a little to protect his exposed ears, and then withdrew his hand.

But then he stretched out his hand again, pinching his cheek flesh with his index finger and thumb, his warm fingertips slightly moved towards the middle, and then gently pulled down.

Soft like cotton candy.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang withdrew his hand contentedly, and put the box of candy that had been on the car in Yuan Xing's hand, "Go to work, and be careful when crossing the road."

Yuan Xing still didn't understand the ambiguous meaning of pinching his face, he just stood on the side of the street and looked at the car Wang Yuyang left in puzzlement, and then stretched out his hand to pinch his own face.

After sending Yuanxing away, Wang Yuyang did not go to work, but returned to Fengguang.

The director was a little surprised when he saw him come back: "What about Mr. Wang?"

Wang Jianyang went straight to the topic and asked: "What is the recovery rate of the mentally disabled children rescued by the Fengguang Foundation?"

The director was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized: "The congenital and acquired recovery rates are different. The congenital probability is lower, while the acquired probability is relatively higher."

Hearing this, Wang Jianyang felt a little lucky.Yuan Xing's mental disability was caused by high fever, which should be classified as acquired mental disability. From this point of view, there is still a chance of recovery.

However, the victims of the Fengguang Foundation are all minors, and there is no such thing as Yuan Xing who is already 21 years old.

He asked again: "What if it is an adult who has reached the age of 18?"

The director is also a smart person, and he directly heard the meaning of Wang Jianyang's words: "Do you want to ask Mr. Yuan just now?"

When Zhang Yue introduced Yuan Xing here, he had already told him that Yuan Xing's situation was special and asked him to take care of it, so the director knew about Yuan Xing's mental disability.

"Hmm." Wang Yuyang clenched his hands and nodded, "How likely is it that someone like him can recover?"