Ding, your little fool is online

The director was silent for a while, then picked up an album from the table and gave it to Wang Yuyang.

The pictures inside are the same as those in the relevant materials of the Fengguang Foundation that Wang Jianyang saw in the company at that time, they are all smiling children.

"I think you should have seen these pictures." The director said, "The reason why the foundation chooses to help underage mentally handicapped children is because the probability of recovery is higher than that of adults. If you get good treatment, the success rate will be greatly improved.”

It has been 18 years since Yuan Xing was 3 years old, and he has already missed the best time for treatment.

Combined with the director's words, Wang Yuyang thought about this, and silently clenched his hands again, with great hatred rising in his heart.

He hated why God didn't let him meet Yuanxing earlier?

"But..." The director changed the subject, and Wang Yuyang couldn't help but look at him.

Wang Jianyang: "But what?"

The director smiled: "Mr. Wang may not have really come into contact with mentally disabled children and disabled people. If he has, he may feel that Mr. Yuan's current condition is actually quite good, and whether he receives treatment or not depends on the other party." My opinion."

On the way to leave Fengguang Foundation and drive to the company, Wang Yuyang kept thinking about the director's words, but he couldn't understand it over and over again.

After returning to the company, Wang Jianyang repeatedly read the materials sent by the Fengguang Foundation, and even searched online for some video materials about mentally disabled children.

Only then did he really understand the meaning of the director's words.

The video is from a volunteer activity in a rehabilitation center for disabled children. The youngest child in the video is three years old, and the oldest is three years old. The difference between Yuanxing and Yuanxing is only three years old.

Wang Jianyang didn't know what Yuan Xing looked like at the beginning of his ordeal, but he could clearly see the appearance of the disabled child in the video.

This child's eyes were dull, his movements were slow, and his emotions changed very quickly. He cried and laughed at other times, his mouth seemed to be unable to close, saliva kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he spoke intermittently. He couldn't understand what he wanted. say something.

In contrast, although Yuan Xing is mentally disabled and stutters, he has the ability to take care of himself in life, and most communication is barrier-free.

Life is hard, but it is innocent and satisfying.

All the misfortunes that happened to him seem to be overwhelmed with a cute smile and a soft voice. After turning the page, he will only lick it in the cold night.

But Wang Yuyang accidentally tasted a bit of bitterness, and the bitterness reached his heart with just one bite, as if a lotus core was placed on the tip of his heart.And in the heart that chews the suffering every night, I don't know how many there are.

Now, Wang Yuyang wants to help him get rid of those lotus hearts and replace them with a heart-sweet candy.

After watching it for a few minutes, Wang Yuyang turned off the video, went to wash his face and returned to work.

In addition to the video, Wang Jianyang also watched some discussion posts about adult disabled patients.

One post was posted by a single male who wanted to help a girl with an intellectual disability whom he met by chance, and said that he liked the dimples on both sides of her lips very much, and would like him to be with this girl if possible.

Although the original intention is good, it sounds like a beautiful story, but the public opinion is much more cruel.

Some people say that he just likes the mentally disabled girl, who knows what it will be like after recovery.Some say that it is immoral for a person who does not have the capacity to marry and have children.

There are also people who don't have good words and think that the person who posted the post should call.

Wang Yuyang didn't look at this post for long, and after browsing a few layers quickly, he closed it immediately.

He felt that his thoughts coincided with those of the person who posted the post, and the layers of verbal criticism in the discussion posts were directed at himself.

Wang Yuyang knew his thoughts on Yuan Xing very well, but this time when confirming, his hand on the keyboard trembled a little.

Whether it is Motoko now or Motoko in the future, he thinks he will like this hard-working kid very much.

Regardless of whether they can be together or not, he wants Yuan Xing to live a better life.

But today, after browsing through the simple discussion content in this discussion post, it can be seen that he wants to be with Yuan Xing in the future, and the road ahead is long and difficult.

From the day he was in that small and cramped room, from the day his heartbeat echoed throughout the room, he was very clear about his thoughts.

Although the time is fast, Wu Xiaomao always complains that he is an old tree blooming, but the sound of the heartbeat is not deceiving.

The sound of a heartbeat like this would not be deceiving.

Staring at the * key on the keyboard, Wang Yuyang stuffed his slightly trembling hands into the pockets of his coat, as if he felt that he could deceive himself if he couldn't see it.

Then, he touched a disc-shaped object in his pocket.

It was Yuanxing's clothes button.

It was Yuan Xing who dropped it the day he fainted, and he picked it up and put it in his pocket. That was the day that Wang Jianyang made sure of his mind.

After rubbing his fingers against the sunken side of the button for a while, Wang Qianyang raised his brows and thought for a few times, then tightened his grip on the button, got up, put on his clothes, and walked out the door.

After Yuan Xing arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Zhang Yue stopped him.

"How is your work in the morning, Yuan Xing?" Zhang Yue asked with a smile.

"Very, very good." Yuan Xing grabbed the strap of the hot water bottle on his body, "Also, there are eggs..."

Before he could say the word cake, Yuan Xing hurriedly covered his mouth with Zhang Yue's doubtful eyes.

The egg-filled biscuits were bought by Mr. Happy, and they cannot be regarded as part of the job.

Zhang Yue didn't continue to ask any more questions, and reached out from the table to pick up the 50 yuan cash that had been prepared, and handed it to Yuan Xing who didn't have Gufubao: "Come on, take the wages for the morning."

Yuan Xing didn't reach out to take it, but instead asked: "Yue, Sister Yueyue, can you give me four, four for ten yuan, two for five yuan?"

"It's quite careful. Isn't it good to have the whole money? It's easy to lose the change." As he said so, Zhang Yue still counted out six banknotes to Yuan Xing neatly.

Yuan Xing accepted the 50 yuan, carefully put it in his pocket, and patted it.

In the morning, Mr. Happy packed gifts with him, and Mr. Happy packed more than himself. Yuan Xing felt that part of the 50 yuan should belong to Mr. Happy.

So he changed the change to Zhang Yue, kept 25 yuan for himself, and gave the remaining half to Mr. Kaixin.

If Wang Jianyang knew that he had taken advantage of the whole morning and was paid, he didn't know how happy he would be.

After calculating the reward for being happy, Yuan Xing calculated how much money he could earn from this gift-packing job until the end of the year. There are usually a lot more, so it should be able to make up for the 2000 yuan loophole.

Thinking of the 2000 yuan that was given back, Yuan Xing suddenly thought of grandma again.

After my father called that day, he never contacted me again. If there is no accident, the next time I receive a text message should be at the end of January.

"I don't know if grandma is getting better." Yuan Xing changed into his work clothes and thought with a bag of Miaojiao in his hand, "I hope you don't get sick again."

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked in from the corner of his eye.

"Ah, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing hurried up to meet him, wanting to give him the reward of 25 this morning.

Before he had time to walk over, a customer said: "Waiter, add some more crispy corners here, and take another cup to pour some drinks by the way."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Xing hurried to serve the customer.

Wang Jianyang kept his hands in his pockets, rubbed his fingers against the round button, and just watched Yuan Xing run back and forth, and then returned to the workbench to take a cup to pour the Miaojiao.

After thinking about it, he sat down in the waiting area generously, and after Yuan Xing finished his work, he imitated other customers: "Waiter, please give me a little Yuan Xing."

At first, Yuan Xing was taken aback when he saw him sitting there, but after hearing the first sentence, he reacted, raised the Miaojiao and sour plum soup in his hand to see which one Wang Yuyang wanted.

When he heard the last three words, he was taken aback, blinked, and looked at Wang Yuyang suspiciously, not understanding the meaning.

Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and patted the stool beside him: "Yuan Xing, come here."

Yuan Xing saw that there were not too many guests around, so he sat down with two things.

He carefully put the sour plum soup and Miaojiao on the stool beside him, took out 25 yuan from his pocket, and handed the two 10-yuan and 5-yuan banknotes to Wang Yuyang.

The palm moved forward, and Yuan Xing said, "Go, Mr. Happy, this is for you."

Wang Jianyang didn't reach out to take it, and asked, "Is this to pay me back for breakfast?"

Yuan Xing was taken aback for a moment, he almost forgot that Mr. Kaixin bought him something early, so after doing the math, 25 yuan is not enough, Yuan Xing took another 10 yuan out of his butt pocket: "Here, here you are , Mister Happy."

Wang Jianyang was amused by his appearance: "I'll treat you to breakfast, don't give it to me."

Yuan Xing had no choice but to take down the 10 yuan card just now, and then gave 25 yuan forward: "This, this is morning, Mr. Happy, help me, 25 yuan for me to pack the present."

Wang Yuyang didn't expect Yuan Xing to be so clear, and he didn't expect Yuan Xing to give himself the hard-earned money.

Stretching out his hand, Wang Yuyang's palm was attached to Yuan Xing's fingertips, and then he folded his flattened palm.

Wang Qianyang: "I can't ask for your money, Xiao Yuanxing."

Yuan Xing reluctantly wanted to open the hand holding the money again, but Wang Yuyang directly wrapped his hand, holding it firmly and tightly, so that his little hand holding the money could not move, and directly Yuan Xing gave up the idea of ​​giving money again.

Why do you always have to give me money once or twice?

Wang Jianyang thought depressedly, does he have a face that is very short of money?

Despite the ridicule, Wang Yuyang still understood what Yuan Xing meant, and understood his innocent and kind heart.

Based on the takeaway reward and repayment incident and Yuanyuan's refusal to accept home appliances, Wang Yuyang has already seen how stubborn Yuanxing is.

So this time, Wang Jianyang changed his words and asked him: "Is my reward 25 yuan?"

Yuan Xing nodded as if pecking at rice.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang nodded, "Then the 25 yuan will be mine for the time being. But now, I will use the 25 yuan to hire you to have breakfast with me in the morning and pack presents together. I will pay first for this morning."

Hearing this, Yuan Xing frowned and thought about it carefully.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it, and it is still a clearly marked sale.

So he nodded slightly.

Seeing that he agreed, Wang Jianyang reluctantly let go of his hand: "Then it's settled for Xiao Yuanxing."

"From tomorrow until the end of your job, I will hire you to accompany me to breakfast and pack presents every morning."

"I will see you every morning from now on."

Yuan Xing nodded again ignorantly: "Okay."

At this point, the hanging rock on Wang Jianyang's heart fell to the ground, stirring up dust.It has to be said that the discussion post did affect his mind, and it also caused him to come to Yuan Xing again on impulse.

"I will see you every morning from now on."

This sentence is not only the morning of the "employment period", but also every morning for the rest of my life.

Yuan Xing doesn't understand puns, and Wang Jianyang understands this too.

But the words I want to export do not want to become Russia's long border, and Wang Jianyang's heart does not want to become a stopped train.

Mr. Happy's heart must be conveyed step by step, not only that, but also conveyed step by step to a little star who grows up every day.

The author has something to say: Old Wang knows how to play tricks, no one can stop him, yeah

"My voice is a stopped train, your name is the long border of Russia." - Liao Weitang "Spring [-], Pasternak to Tsvetaeva"

This metaphor is really wonderful!Just look at it and fall in love!