Ding, your little fool is online

Listening to Zhang Mingxing's words, Yuan Xing returned to the state he heard him ask if he was Yuan Hongming's son that day.

His hands and feet were cold, and the blood all over his body was gathering towards his brain.

He stared blankly at Zhang Xingxing, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, trembling slightly, with a look of disbelief, as if he could cry in the next second.

Although it was grandma who didn't send Yuan Xing to the hospital for treatment in time, and fed him the bowl of water mixed with incense ash that caused him to become what he is now, but this memory has long been like a piece of broken paper in Yuan Xing's mind, fragmented .

Most of what he left behind are good memories. Grandma steamed buns in the shape of bunny for himself, picked out dumplings wrapped in coins for himself, and sewed a small schoolbag for him. Little stars embroidered by grandma.

Besides mother, grandma is another important person in Yuan Xing's life.

So even though he received a call from Yuan Hongming last month, Yuan Xing didn't hang up. When he heard that his grandma was sick, he remitted all his belongings as soon as possible.

Zhang Xingxing said that when he came home last year, his grandma's physical condition was not optimistic, and now a year has passed...

Yuan Xing grabbed the scarf tightly, not daring to continue thinking about it, his eyes turned red without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingxing hurriedly comforted him: "It's been a year, and all illnesses should be cured, and it's not the Chinese New Year right away. My bus ticket is at the end of the month. I'll help you see your grandma when the time comes! What's the matter?" I'll help you bring what you want to say!"

Zhang Mingxing hurriedly took out a pack of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Yuan Xing: "Wipe your face, it's windy in winter, and your face will get cracked after crying for a while."

"Thank you, thank you." Yuan Xing said in a low voice.

"However." Seeing Yuan Xing's movement of rubbing his eyes, Zhang Mingxing couldn't help asking, "Do you have your father's phone number? Why don't you call back?"

In the past in the village, Zhang Mingxing only knew that Yuan Hongming was fond of gambling and beat his wife, but he didn't know that Yuan Hongming's domestic violence was beating and scolding with his children.Besides, in the village at that time, every time he saw Yuan Xing, he was always smiling, so he didn't think about it, so he asked this question now.

"I, I don't dare." Yuan Xing looked down at the small pot of succulent at his feet, and muttered.

He didn't dare to call Yuan Hongming, and he didn't want to. He only wanted to receive a text message at the end of each month and remit 500 yuan to his grandma, so that he could have a little contact.

Zhang Mingxing scratched his head, he didn't quite understand Yuan Xing's words, he thought it was normal for his son to call his father, for example, he often called his father.

But after all, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Yuan Xing's family is particularly difficult to recite.

"Zhang Mingxing! Come here to unload the goods!" A worker master in the distance shouted to this side, "What are you talking about, hurry up!"

"Here we come!" Zhang Mingxing quickly stood up from the stool and responded.

He looked at Yuan Xing who was still sitting on the small bench, and took out his mobile phone: "Give me your phone number, and I will call you when I go home at the end of the month. If you have anything you want to take back with you, I will tell you." Say it."

"Oh, oh good." Yuan Xing wiped his eyes, and hurriedly took out his small straight cell phone.

After exchanging phone numbers, Zhang Mingxing hurried to unload the goods, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and picked up a pot of Lithops from the ground to plug in for Yuan Xing.

"There's nothing to give, I'll give this to you." Zhang Mingxing said, "Remember to keep it in a warmer place, and water it when you think of it. It's easy to feed. Remember to call me at the end of the month. I'll unload the goods first. !"

Then Liu Yuanxing sat alone on the small bench, looked down at the pot of Lithops in his palm, and one end of the long scarf fell to the ground, dragging dust all over the place.

This appearance happened to be seen by Wang Jianyang who had just arrived.

Wang Yuyang drove the car very fast along the way, and even ran through a red light. His mind was full of Yuan Xing and Yuan Xing's father's name that he heard that day.

Combined with Yuan Xing's performance that day and today he sneaked to the flower market alone, Wang Yuyang was even more sure of his thoughts that day.

He looked at Yuanxing who was sitting on the small stool and sighed.

Although there is happiness in the name, but life is too unfortunate.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Jianyang hurried up and looked down at him.

Yuan Xing heard the voice, raised his face and looked at Wang Yuyang, with panic and dodge in his eyes, and didn't call his name.

After all, he lied and ran out secretly.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time, Wang Yuyang sighed again, squatted down, picked up the end of Yuan Xing's scarf, patted the dust hanging on it, tied it up for him, and then tidied up the scarf and knotted it He also helped him put on the hat, plucked the little pompom at the top, and zipped up the jacket.

His fingers touched Yuanxing's cheek, but he couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, watched Wang Yuyang's series of actions, and finally couldn't help sucking the snot that was about to stay: "Open, Mr. Happy."

Wang Yuyang was still squatting on the ground, didn't look at Yuan Xing, gave a faint "hmm" and didn't speak again.

There was another short silence between the two, and Yuan Xing hugged the small plastic pot with Shi Shenghua tightly with both hands, feeling gradually tense in his heart.

Mr. Happy is not angry...

It seems that I just admitted my mistake a few days ago and didn't run away, but I ran away again in a few days, and ran farther than before... Not only that, but I also lied and ran away.

Therefore, Yuan Xing hurriedly said: "Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Happy, I, I was wrong."

The rhetoric is exactly the same as that of the previous day.

"Where is it wrong?" Wang Jianyang's lines are also the same.

Yuan Xing blinked his eyes, his gaze was erratic: "I, I will never run around again, I promise."

Compared with the previous lines, this sentence has made some adjustments.

Wang Yuyang directly threw away the script and changed his lines: "You want to come to the flower market, why didn't you tell me, Xiao Yuanxing? Aren't you cold by yourself?"

The tone was gentle, without any hint of blame.

The more this happened, the more Yuan Xing blamed himself, so he blinked several times: "Cold."

Yuan Xing came here by taking a bus and walking. Recently, there was a gust of wind in the capital, and Yuan Xing's small body couldn't withstand the blowing.

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing, thought for a while, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it off and gave it to him.

Yuan Xing took the candy suspiciously. Firstly, he wondered why Mr. Happy could take candy out of his pocket at any time, and secondly, he wondered why Mr. Happy gave him candy now.

But after thinking about it, Yuan Xing still ate the candy.

Wang Yuyang has been carrying candy with him since he learned of Yuanxing's hypoglycemia. He fed one in the morning to prevent fainting due to hypoglycemia, and one in the morning to cushion his stomach until lunch.

Feeding one now is to let him eat some sweets, which will make him feel better, because what Wang Yuyang wants to ask next may make Yuan Xing uncomfortable.

But Wang Jianyang still wanted to ask.

Wang Qianyang put the candy wrappers into his pocket, and moved his eyes from Yuan Xing's cheeks chewing candies to his eyes.

He asked: "Xiao Yuanxing, would you mind telling me something about your family? About your father or mother?"

Although this occasion was not so formal, Wang Jianyang couldn't care less about it.

During the New Year, he made a wish for Yuan Xing to be happy every day and live a happy life. Since then, he has been accompanying him in his own way, hoping that his life can improve and that he can grow again.

But neither his wishes nor his actions could fundamentally bring him happiness.

He wanted to exchange the handful of bitter lotus hearts in Yuan Xing's heart for a handful of sweet candies, but he had to remove the lotus hearts first, and blindly pouring honey on the lotus hearts would only increase the burden on that little heart.

The little cheeks that had been chewing candy just now stopped moving, Motoko slowly lowered his head, and then shook his head vigorously.

He doesn't want to, and doesn't want to.

I don't even want to cry because of this incident.

"Don't you want to?" Wang Yuyang said warmly, sighed in his heart, so he had to change the way of asking, "Is this stall owner your friend?"

Yuan Xing nodded: "Yes, someone I knew in the village before."

"Can you tell me what it's called?" Wang Qianyang asked again.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and whispered, "Zhang, Zhang Mingxing."

"Did you guys talk about something just now?" Wang Jianyang reached out and held Yuan Xing's face in both hands, making him look directly at him.

Although Yuan Xing raised his head, his eyes were still lowered: "Talk, talk about Zhang Mingxing, he returned home during the Chinese New Year, and I asked him to help me see if grandma is okay, and I also got his mobile phone number." , he, he even gave me a pot of this."

With that said, Yuanxing sent the small flower pot in his hand forward.

Wang Jianyang glanced down and rubbed his thumb on Yuan Xing's face: "Is that so, is there anything else?"

"No, not anymore." Yuan Xing looked into Wang Yuyang's eyes and blinked himself.

After staring at each other for a while, Wang Yuyang suddenly reached out and pulled Yuan Xing's hat off, blocking his eyes.

Yuan Xing asked "Huh?" suspiciously, trying to reach out and pull the hat up.

"Yuanxing, don't move."

Yuan Xing immediately retracted his hand, holding the small flower pot in a regular manner.

Wang Qianyang looked at Yuan Xingtian's slightly upturned lips, lowered his eyebrows, and his eyelashes trembled slightly in the fragrance of flowers all over the room.

When he was mentally disabled, he came to Beijing to work in search of his mother who abandoned him.

Father doesn't seem to be a good father who is competent, as long as he mentions it, Yuan Xing's whole state will change drastically.

Grandma, is she okay... It is likely that she has some serious illness...

The suffering of life was on his shoulders, but the corners of his lips were still upturned, smiling.

Wang Jianyang frowned, he didn't know what he was thinking, and pursed his lips.

The temperature in the flower market was high. When Yuan Xing first came in to talk to Zhang Mingxing, the scarf and hat were taken off, and the zipper of the clothes was unzipped.

And when Wang Yuyang arrived, as if he was afraid that he would catch a cold, he helped him bring them all, and he broke out in sweat after a while.

Now the other party pulled his hat down again to cover his eyes, and there was a red world and a blurry dark figure in front of him.

Yuan Xing felt hot, couldn't help twisting uncomfortably on the small bench, and murmured: "Go, Mr. Happy, I'm hot, and then I return, I can't see."

Wang Jianyang held Yuan Xing's face in his hands, the small face in his palm was full of flesh, his skin was flushed, the temperature on his cheeks was higher, and his sides were a little cool.

Bright yellow lights hung one after another above the head, blurring in sight like thousands of little stars.The cries of people around were noisy and endless, but the refreshing fragrance of flowers continued to come.

Wang Jiyang stared at Yuan Xing's rosy lips for a while, then held Yuan Xing's cheek, leaned forward slightly, and gently pressed a kiss on Little Xingxing's forehead through the red woolen hat.

After leaving, he still stared at Yuan Xing for a long time with burning eyes.

I want to take care of this little fool for the rest of my life, Wang Qianyang thought.

After a while, the figure tightly blocking Yuanxing's eyes changed from low to high, and some light leaked in through the gaps in the woolen yarn.Yuan Xing stretched out his hand hesitantly, and pulled off the hat hesitantly.

Seeing Wang Yuyang standing in front of him, he looked at him tenderly.

"Mr. Happy?" Yuan Xing raised his face and asked in a doubtful voice, "What's wrong?"

Wang Yuyang smiled and patted his head: "It's nothing."

He looked at the time, and stretched out his hand towards Yuanxing: "Go back, Xiao Yuanxing?"

"Let's go back." Yuan Xing blinked, hesitated for a moment, just when he was about to put his hand in the wide palm, he didn't expect the other party to grab his hand, and he stood up.

"Let's go, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Jianyang walked ahead and said, "Let's go home."

The next day, the two resumed their daily routine of meeting each other at 07:30, and then having breakfast and working.

At noon, Wang Yuyang sent Yuan Xing downstairs in the business circle, gave him a few instructions and then watched him go upstairs.

After that, drive to the flower market again.

Before Yuan Xing, there was no one around Yuan Xing who knew about his past, and what Wang Qianyang knew about Yuan Xing was obtained bit by bit from getting along with him. Yesterday, he wanted to know more, but Yuan Xing rejected him with his actions.

Now it's hard to meet a person who knows the Yuan Xing from the past, so naturally Wang Qianyang can't let it go.

Walking to the stand of succulent plants, Wang Jianyang saw Zhang Mingxing at a glance, and he said politely: "Excuse me, are you Yuan Xing's former friend?"

Zhang Mingxing took a look at Wang Yuyang, and recognized that this was the person who was with Yuan Xing that day, and also yesterday, so he said, "I am, what do you need to see me?"

Wang Yuyang paused for a moment, and then continued: "I am Yuan Xing's friend, and I want to ask you about Yuan Xing's previous affairs, do you think it is okay?"

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Mingxing put away his phone and asked back, "Let me ask you first, are you really Yuanxing's friend?"

Yesterday, he clearly saw this man pull down the hat of Yuanxing's hat and secretly kiss Yuanxing's forehead.