Ding, your little fool is online

Hearing this name, Yuan Xing's body froze suddenly, the blood all over his body rushed straight to the top of his head, and he stood there in a daze.

Wang Yuyang only knew Yuan Xing, but didn't know who Yuan Hongming was, so he looked at Yuan Xing suspiciously at this time.

Yuan Xing stood in place, pursed his mouth, said nothing, his shoulders slumped, his back was hunched, his hands were tightly twisted together, showing a posture of self-protection.

He was very afraid of hearing this name, even if he heard it from someone else, he was terrified.

Received a call from Yuan Hongming last month. Yuan Xing himself didn't know what was supporting him to talk to Yuan Hongming. Maybe it was his sick grandma, or maybe it was the numbness caused by long-term fear.

The person behind him asked again, with a southern accent: "Are you Yuan Xing? Yuan Hongming's son, aren't you?"

Although Yuan Xing couldn't recognize the owner of this voice, he was very familiar with this flat and indiscriminate accent. It came from his hometown, the small village that carried all the misfortunes in his life.

And those in the small village who knew him from the beginning have witnessed all these misfortunes.

Seeing that Yuan Xing didn't answer for a long time, the other party stood up from the chair and made footsteps, as if he was going to walk this way.

As the voice got closer, Wang Yuyang also called Yuan Xing suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Finally, when the man was about to walk over, Yuan Xing raised his head, and ran away as if escaping, regardless of Wang Yuyang who was helping him with his clothes.

The air sent a sentence from afar——

"I'm not!"

He is not Yuan Hongming's son, this man is not worthy to be his father.

But that's always been the case.

When Wang Yuyang found Yuan Xing, he was hiding at the door of the pet shop next door, leaning against the glass door, holding his shoulders with both hands, trembling.

The cold wind was bitter, Yuan Xing only wore a thin sweater, the cold wind poured into his neck mercilessly, his cheeks were flushed from the cold, his teeth chattered constantly, he let out clusters of white air, his whole face was filled with .

"Yuan Xing!" Wang Yuyang hurried forward.

Taking a closer look, he found two tear stains on Yuan Xing's face.

The eyelashes of the poor puppy were all soaked, and the eye sockets and eyes were very red. When he saw him coming, he raised his head, hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and said, "Go, Mr. Happy."

The voice was barely enough to make one's heart tremble a few times.

"Come here." Wang Jianyang said in a deep voice.

He pulled Yuan Xing to his side involuntarily, shook off the thick padded jacket and put it on him, then put on a hat and a scarf, grabbed two cold paws, put them near his mouth and breathed to help him keep warm.

Then they didn't say a word, neither of them mentioned what happened just now as they stood in the noisy environment.

Motoko lowered his eyelashes and blinked vigorously, as if trying not to let tears fall.

Yuan Xing actually didn't want to cry, even if he was crying now, he wouldn't admit that it was because he just met a fellow villager and heard Yuan Hongming's name.

He didn't cry when he was on the phone with Yuan Hongming before, but he just felt scared when he was in the Flower Pavilion, and his emotions drove Yuan Xing to flee when he heard that the other party was coming.After stepping out of the warm venue, the cold wind hit his face, and he shivered from the cold. He didn't have any clothes, scarves or hats with him, and Mr. Happy wasn't by his side.

Seeing the cold wind and dust all alone around him, Yuan Xing blinked his upper and lower eyelids, and tears immediately fell down.

He felt wronged.

I am very wronged, a grievance that eating ten candies can't make up for.

And Wang Jianyang seemed to have noticed something from those words in the flower venue.

All along, regarding Yuan Xing's parents, he only knew that Yuan Xing's mother had abandoned Yuan Xing, and Yuan Xing came to look for his mother.

But he didn't know anything about his father. He thought Motoyuki's father would be a character who looked for his wife in his hometown and loved his son deeply.But judging from Yuan Xing's reaction, Wang Jian's brains were completely different.

He thinks he knows Yuan Xing very well, but now it seems that whether it is Yuan Xing himself or the misfortunes behind him, he still knows too little.

Feeling the cold paws under his hands warming up slightly, Wang Yuyang asked, "Why are you running? Aren't you cold?"

He deliberately avoided the incident just now.

Yuan Xing sniffed and whispered, "...cold."

So Wang Yuyang gripped those hands a little tighter, and dragged him into the warm pet house like a little fugitive, and said with half blame and half pity: "You know it's cold and you run away."

Yuan Xing lowered his head, feeling a little depressed: "Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Happy, I, I was wrong."

Seeing his appearance, Wang Yuyang no longer blamed him, and his tone became much gentler: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Xing blamed himself and said, "I, I shouldn't have run around."

Wang Jianyang: "What else?"

Yuan Xing was obedient: "I, I, I shouldn't cry."

Hearing these words, Wang Jianyang felt a pain in his heart, what was it that made this child feel that it was wrong to cry.

So he stuffed Yuan Xing's hand into his coat pocket, and touched his head with one free hand: "Don't take this as an example, otherwise there will be no candies in the future."

"En, um." Yuanxing nodded vigorously, then blinked again, "No, it won't happen."

Seeing that he was so obedient at the moment, Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand and grabbed his face: "Okay, if you know your mistakes and correct them, you will still be a good boy."

There was a sharp barking sound from the side, and the people standing around couldn't help but look there. Yuan Xing was no exception, his attention was diverted, and he poked his head out from behind Wang Yuyang to look at the place where the sound came from, as if wanting to Find the puppy.

Yuan Xing poked his head over there: "Small, where's the puppy?"

Seeing that his attention has been slightly diverted now, Wang Jianyang couldn't help but smile in his heart.So he struck while the iron was hot, trying to drive away all of Yuan Xing's bad emotions, and led the people towards the voice.

Yuan Xing looked at the shops on both sides of the path curiously, with strange eyes.

Wang Jianyang withdrew from the corner of his eye and shook his head slightly.

Sure enough, he was still a child, and bad moods came and went quickly.

But the child's strange gaze just now gradually dimmed because of something he thought of.

But this is what Wang Yuyang didn't find out. After coming out of the pet hall, he directly sent Yuan Xing to the hot pot restaurant, and returned to the office building to start working and overtime.

The next day, the two met at the entrance of the Fengguang Foundation at [-] o'clock in the morning, had breakfast, packed gifts, and went back to the business district to work separately.

The same goes for the third day.

On the fourth day, another candy stick with surprise flower seeds fell out of Yuanxing's pocket.

In the early morning of the fifth day, before going out, Wang Yuyang received a text message from Yuan Xing, saying that he was going to work in a hot pot restaurant in the morning, and that he would not be working at the foundation today. Wang Yuyang believed it was true and went directly to the company.

But at noon, Wang Yuyang and his colleagues were eating in the business district, and Wang Yuyang stopped by the hot pot restaurant to see how Yuan Xing was doing at work.

Seeing Wang Yuyang's figure, Zhang Yue thought he was looking for Yuan Xing, so he went up to him and said, "Yuan Xing is not here today."

Wang Yuyang was taken aback: "He told me in the morning that he came to work at the hotpot restaurant."

Zhang Yue was also taken aback: "In the morning, Yuan Xing asked me for leave and said he couldn't come."

Wang Jianyang clenched his hands slightly, he didn't expect the child to learn to lie, he asked: "Do you know where Yuan Xing might go?"

"I don't know, he is usually at work or at home." Zhang Yue shook his head nervously.

"Ah, that's not right." Zhang Yue suddenly thought of something again, "Yesterday, Yuan Xing asked me what happened to the flower market in the west of the city..."

Before he could say the last word, Wang Yuyang had left the shop with a "thank you".

Relying on the memory of that day and making inquiries, Yuan Xing struggled to find the flower market that he and Wang Yuyang had been to before, and found the stall selling succulents.

The man who called Yuan Xing that day was still sitting on the small stool in front of the succulent stall. Yuan Xing remembered that this person was a boy in the village who was about his age. I forgot his name, but his surname was Zhang.

The other party hasn't noticed Yuan Xing yet, sitting on the stool and swiping his phone boredly, laughing from time to time.

Yuan Xing grabbed the tassel tassels under the scarf, hesitated a few times, and plucked up the courage to walk to the stall.

The boy surnamed Zhang only caught a glimpse of a figure in front of the stall, didn't look carefully, and yelled from behind: "It's all 15 yuan a pot, and the price is not negotiable for small businesses."

The emphasis is as familiar as ever.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and walked straight to the back of the stall: "You, hello."

The other party just moved away from the phone, and when he saw that it was Yuan Xing who came, he was taken aback: "Are you really Yuan Xing?"

The boy seemed a little excited. After all, it is rare to see someone familiar from his hometown in a foreign land. He put away his mobile phone: "I guess you don't remember who I am."

Yuan Xing nodded, a little embarrassed: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't remember."

"I'm Zhang Mingxing." Zhang Mingxing showed a row of teeth and smiled honestly.

Even though he said his name, Yuan Xing still didn't think of the intersection between him and himself, so he smiled embarrassedly.

"Oh, oh, Yuan Xing, you really haven't changed." Zhang Mingxing pulled out a small bench for Yuan Xing from behind, "Sit down, let's have a good chat."

"You said you, the only college student in the village..."

Zhang Mingxing said, suddenly realized something, and quickly changed his words: "You said you, you have not been back to the village once for three years after you came out to work, and I have never come back during the Chinese New Year. I go back every Chinese New Year, and I will grab the ticket to go home during the Chinese New Year this year Here it is, it's a lower berth, hehehe."

"I called you that day, why did you ignore me? Was the guy next to you your friend? He looked rich. Where do you work now? Do you want to sell meat with me?"

Yuan Xing remained silent, but Zhang Mingxing's mouth remained open.

He was very excited when he talked about his hometown, especially when he mentioned his relatives. He sighed bitterly when he talked about the difficulty of being in the capital, but he always regained his enthusiasm in the next sentence.

Zhang Mingxing found change for a customer who bought succulents, and turned to Yuanxing and said, "When I save enough money, I will expand the succulent business, so that after working for two years, I can go home and build a building to marry a wife. You can also sell succulents in the city at home.”

Probably this is the state that a wanderer should have, working hard with ambition, going home to visit relatives during the holidays, and returning to the place where he struggled with the taste of his hometown in the beginning of spring.

Yuan Xing couldn't envy him.

"Hey, why am I always talking about it?" Zhang Mingxing saw that Yuanxing didn't say a word, "Tell me about you, you came a year earlier than me."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, clenched his hands, and asked nervously: "You, you know my grandma, is she okay now?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mingxing, who was enthusiastic and cheerful just now, stopped talking.

After a while, he said: "I went to see her when I went home last year. Your grandma is still there, but her health is not very good. It seems that she has suffered from some serious illness. I don't know what it is. .But it’s been a year, and I don’t know what’s going on now.”