Ding, your little fool is online

After the labor agreement was reached, Wang Yuyang could see Yuan Xing at the gate of the small courtyard of the Fengguang Foundation every morning at eight o'clock.

After the two met at the door, they went to the snack street for breakfast side by side, eating from the street to the end of the street.

After eating breakfast, I returned to Fengguang on the same road, and started to pack gifts. After the morning, Yuanxing gave Wang Yuyang a reward of 25 yuan. More than a dozen 20 yuan, said to be happy, the boss is very happy today.

Although ten or twenty yuan is not much money, Yuan Xing can accept it with peace of mind, and it also allows him to buy a braised chicken leg as an extra meal every day.

At this time, Yuan Xing would always say: "Thank you, Mr. Kaixin, no, thank you, Boss Kaixin."

A happy boss is happy, and so are his employees.

And the boring morning, which was just staring at the sun and sleeping in a daze, has become more fulfilling, with breakfast, friends, work and fun.

Yuan Xing worked two jobs at the same time in the morning. Although he didn't have two wages, the time spent with Mr. Happy was so happy.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xing bit a lollipop in his mouth, tied a scarf and walked to the door.

There was a pair of brand-new white sneakers on the mat at the door. Yuan Xing didn't know what brand they were, but thought the shoes looked good, the size was right, and they were much warmer than the previous pair of sneakers.

Of course, this is also because the happy boss was so happy that he blindly checked the employee's shoe size and bought it for him.

Yuan Xing put on this pair of beautiful shoes, carefully stepped on the spot a few times, jumped up and down two or three times, satisfied.

"Buzzing—" two sounds, Yuan Xing's cell phone vibrated a few times, it was Wang Jianyang reminding him that he could go out at this time.

It's only 20 minutes away from Yuanxing's house to Fengguang Foundation. At 7:30 in the morning, he can walk there slowly, but when he thinks that he will see Mr. Happy in the morning, Yuanxing can't help but trot all the way .

The white breath in the air stretched all the way, and when it reached the gate of Fengguang, Wang Yuyang hadn't arrived yet.Yuan Xing rubbed his cold hands, stomped his feet, and stood at the door waiting for him.

He ran a little anxiously, and the scarf came loose, so he lowered his head and tied the scarf again. At the same time, the hat came off his head because of jumping all the way, and it was precarious.

A gust of violent wind blew Motoko's hat into the air and behind him, and was grabbed by someone who came.

Yuan Xing scratched his head and hurriedly turned around, seeing Wang Yuyang standing behind him at some point, holding his red wool cap in his hand.

The corner of Wang Yiyang's coat was blown up by the wind, and the white pompom on the top of the hat in his hand also swayed.

Wang Jianyang walked to Yuan Xing's side, helped him put on the hat, pulled it down to cover the red ears, and squeezed the other's face gently.

"Bring it ready." Wang Jianyang said.

Yuan Xing rubbed his face, wondering why Mr. Kaixin likes to pinch his face so much recently.

Walking to a breakfast stall selling steamed buns and porridge, Wang Yuyang ordered two drawers of buns and two bowls of porridge, and after paying the money, he chatted with Yuan Xing.

"Did you eat candy in the morning, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing looked at the hot air coming out of the steamer and nodded: "I ate it."

He also took out two more candies that Wang Yuyang gave earlier from his pocket, and said to Wang Yuyang as if asking for praise: "I will return it, and I have brought two more."

"You are so obedient, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Qianyang patted his hat.

As soon as the words fell, Motoko's stomach made a "gurgling——" sound, and it seemed that he was hungry.

There were a few customers who were in a hurry to go to work at the front, and they couldn't get breakfast for a while, and even eating a piece of candy in the morning couldn't bring them a sense of fullness.

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing who was touching his belly, took out two candies from his pocket, peeled them open, and handed one of them to Yuan Xing's mouth.

If one doesn't work, then two.

Before Yuan Xing had time to think, Wang Yuyang forced the candy into his mouth, and even touched his lips with his fingers.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and Motoko didn't come to think about anything else.

And Wang Qianyang's eyes were on Yuan Xing's bulging cheeks, and with the hand that just touched the other's lips, he peeled off a piece of candy for himself, and ate it together with that little bit of Yuan Xing.

One person in the front row of the line left, and the two of them took a step forward.

The proprietress wrapped the steamed buns skillfully, with 15 pleats on each bun, and the proprietress held two bowls of porridge in her hand, calling customers in an unknown dialect to wait a moment.

The aroma of eight-treasure porridge wiped the tip of the nose, full of smoke and fire, and we can meet each other in the morning, I don’t know whether it is the sweetness of the sugar in the mouth or the sweetness of the surrounding air.

After breakfast, the two returned to Fengguang Foundation on foot to start work.

In the first few days, the director was still wondering why the coo of a dignified company was so down-to-earth, but in the past few days, the director got used to it, and would say hello after seeing the two of them arrive.

There is a book and a toy in each bag, and the work is simple. Wang Jianyang kept moving his hands and thinking about things all the time.

It was alright during the meal, he was happy and didn’t think about anything else, but when he came to the foundation, this foundation that supports disabled children, Wang Yuyang always thought a lot.

Most of them are still about wanting to help Yuan Xing recover.

The words of the director that day and the posts I saw have been lingering in my mind. Whether I recover or not depends on whether Yuan Xing himself agrees and whether he has a strong will.

These mornings, he chose to accompany Yuan Xing to work all the time, because he wanted to find an opportunity to ask this sentence out while getting along.

However, this week has passed, and Wang Jianyang's progress is 0%.

He didn't know when it was appropriate to say it, and he was afraid that if he asked, it would bring up Yuan Xing's sad past, and whether Yuan Xing would refuse.

People who are usually very decisive in everything they do, will worry every time they meet this little star.

Yuan Xing squatted on the ground for a while, his feet were a little numb, so he got up and stomped his feet to take a rest.

In the process of stomping his feet, a long and thin object fell from his pocket and rolled to Wang Yuyang's feet.

Wang Jianyang reached out to pick it up, but didn't recognize what it was in his hand.

Yuan Xing walked to his side to solve the confusion in time: "Here, this is leftover from eating lollipops, candy sticks."

"Mr. Happy, you gave it to me before." He added.

Wang Jianyang couldn't remember what kind of candy he gave Yuan Xing, but what he was wondering was why Yuan Xing still kept the candy stick after eating the lollipop, shouldn't he just throw it away?

So he said: "The rest, don't you want it? I'll throw it away for you."

After speaking, I will throw this candy stick into the trash can.

"No, it can't be done." Yuan Xing ran over in a hurry, reached out and grabbed the small candy stick he had saved, and shook his head quickly, "You can't throw it away."

He also needs to save up 12 candy sticks, and harvest a pot of surprise flowers after spring.

Seeing this, Wang Qianyang thought that Yuan Xing had a habit of collecting such things, so he returned them to him.

I saw Yuan Xing took the thin candy stick, as if treating some lost and recovered treasure, with a sober face, he stuffed the candy stick into his jacket pocket, and patted it lightly.

After hiding the surprise flower seeds, Yuan Xing raised his head and asked Wang Yuyang: "Open, Mr. Happy, do you know how to grow flowers?"

Growing flowers?

Wang Yuyang was stunned for a moment, why didn't he realize that Xiao Yuanxing was so weird before, he collects sugar sticks and grows flowers.

He himself raised a few pots of pothos for decoration in the apartment, but he really didn't know anything about growing flowers, and he didn't have any friends around him who were proficient in this.

"Do you want to grow any flowers?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips. He didn't know what kind of flower was in the candy stick, so he shook his head: "I, I just want to know how to grow flowers."

Wang Yuyang vaguely remembered that there was a flower market in the capital with a very large area, with a complete variety of flowers, and there was a place selling small pets next to it.

"Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang asked, "Are you going to go to the hot pot this afternoon?"

Yuan Xing looked down at his mobile phone: "Wait, I'll take a look later."

His work schedule is stored in the photo album of his mobile phone. Today is Thursday, and Yuan Xing happens to be on the evening shift.

"No this afternoon, no work." Yuan Xing shook his head.

"Then let me take you to see flowers, okay? There are many people who know how to grow flowers over there, you can ask them." Wang Yuyang said.

If Yuan Xing likes some flowers, he can still go to his house on the grounds of helping Yuan Xing move the flowers.

At noon, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing to lunch again, and then rushed to the flower market before he had time to rest.

Because of the tenderness of the flowers, the temperature in the flower market is much higher than in ordinary rooms, and the vendors inside are only wearing thin clothes.

Yuan Xing was fully armed with hats, scarves, big padded jackets, sweaters and thermal clothes, and he was sweating all over within a few minutes after entering.

After taking off the scarf and hat, Yuan Xing still felt hot, so he had to take off his big padded jacket again to feel more comfortable.

He was holding a big ball of bulging clothes in his hands, blocking his sight, bumping and bumping along the way, almost falling down.

Wang Jianyang reached out to take the clothes and put them in his arms.

Yuan Xing rubbed the thin layer of sweat on his nose with his index finger, and whispered, "Thank you, thank you."

His complexion was fair, and when the temperature was high, his cheeks became extremely red, with two blobs of reddish blush hanging on both sides, very cute.

The collar of the sweater is low, and the snow-white neck is also exposed to the air, slender and slender, like a little swan.

Wang Jianyang looked at it for a while, felt a little hot, and silently looked away.

Walking through one stall after another, Yuan Xing almost asked the stall owner all over: "Excuse me, do you know that, how do you grow that surprise flower?"

Tanzi was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, saying that he had never heard of this flower name, and then asked Yuan Xing if he needed some narcissus and silver willows, which would be most suitable for the New Year at home.

Faced with sales promotion, Yuan Xing was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to refuse others, so he could only look at Wang Yuyang for help, his mouth was pursed, and his eyes were pitiful.

Wang Jianyang had no choice but to help him reject the stall owner while smiling.

"Oh." Yuan Xing couldn't help sighing, "Not at all."

Looking all the way, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but ask: "Where did you hear the surprise flower?"

Yuan Xing thought for a while, and then truthfully told Wang Jianyang what was written on the package of that box of lollipops.

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, and then burst out laughing.

"Xiao Yuanxing, that's not a surprise flower." Wang Yuyang fished up the scarf that he was about to laugh at, and looked at Yuanxing's research with a smile, "The meaning on the package is that I don't tell you the variety of the flower. I will give you a surprise after the flowers bloom, do you understand me?"

Yuan Xing looked embarrassed, and scratched his head half-understanding: "Yuan, it turned out to be like this...I, I didn't know before..."

He seemed to feel ashamed because of Wang Jianyang's smile.

"It doesn't matter." Wang Yuyang patted his head, "No matter what it was originally called, what Xiao Yuanxing grows is the surprise flower."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, squeezed the candy stick in his pocket, and nodded.

Since he still doesn't know the name of the flower, Wang Jianyang feels that there is no need to stay in the flower market any longer.

Wang Jianyang looked at the greenhouse next door and asked, "Yuan Xing, do you want to see the puppy, cat, and hamster?"

Yuan Xing's eyes lit up instantly, like a cute puppy, he nodded frantically: "I think, I think."

"Then let's go, I'll take you there." Wang Jianyang said, leading Yuan Xing towards the exit.

However, just a few steps away, a store selling succulents stopped them.

"Yuan Xing?" The other party called out behind Yuan Xing suspiciously, "Are you Yuan Hongming's son Yuan Xing?"