Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Yuyang didn't expect that Zhang Mingxing would ask himself this, and he couldn't think of the reason. Could it be that he looks like a bad guy?

Thinking about it, since the person in front of him is also Yuan Xing's friend, it is reasonable for him to worry about his friend, and in Yuan Xing's situation, he really needs to ask carefully.

Nodding his head, without the slightest panic, Wang Yuyang said: "Yes, I am Yuan Xing's friend. We met at his work place in November."

Zhang Mingxing waved his hand and asked: "I'm not interested in how you guys met, I just want to ask, you know Yuan Xing is a fool... Forget it, do you know Yuan Xing's situation?

Wang Yuyang nodded: "I know Yuan Xing's situation, and I want to do my best to help him recover."

Zhang Xingxing looked at Wang Yuyang suspiciously: "You two met in November, and it's not long now. What kind of friend must be willing to help a mentally disabled person?"

During the two times when Yuan Xing and this man came to the flower market together, Zhang Mingxing could indeed see that this man took good care of Yuan Xing, chased Yuan Xing out in a hurry when he ran away, and helped him put on a scarf and hat.

Caring is caring, but kissing the forehead or something...it's too strange among friends!

Besides, he still pulled off Yuanxing's hat, so that Yuanxing would not see him and kiss him secretly...

Although Yuan Xing didn't resist, but...

Seeing that Zhang Xingxing hadn't spoken for a long time, Wang Jianyang took the initiative to speak up, turning his back on the guest: "Do you know what happened to Yuan Xing after he came to Beijing?"

Zhang Mingxing shook his head: "I don't know about this, it was also the first time I saw him that day."

"Yeah." Wang Yuyang looked down at the small pot of succulents at his feet, "Although I haven't known Yuan Xing for a long time, after knowing his current life situation, I feel very sorry for him."

So under Zhang Xingxing's puzzled eyes, Wang Jianyang roughly told him about Yuan Xing's current living conditions, without any embellishment, and when he spoke, he looked serious, and the love and affection in his eyes showed true feelings.

"I sent him to the hospital when he had a fever last time. Can you imagine that he is 21 years old and weighs less than 100 catties?"

After Wang Jianyang finished this sentence, he didn't speak any more, and he clenched his hands involuntarily.

In the remarks just now, in addition to telling Zhang Mingxing about Yuan Xing's life, he also told about his concern for Yuan Xing.

But he didn't want to use this to play the emotional card, he just wanted Zhang Mingxing to believe that he was trustworthy.

Zhang Mingxing fell silent after hearing this.

He only knew that Yuan Xing came to the capital a year earlier than himself to find his mother. Besides, although Zhang Mingxing did not graduate from high school, he

Start a small business and live a happy life.

Although Yuan Xing once got the admission letter from the university, because of his mental disability and mental insufficiency, he can do very few things, and he is always bullied by others, and his life is bitter.

Zhang Mingxing didn't know this, but after Wang Yuyang's words, he saw that this person really cared about Yuan Xing, helped Yuan Xing a lot, and helped him improve his life.

So he thought about it and said, "Okay."

"I heard from other people in the village that Yuan Xing's father was not a good person since he was a child. He dropped out of school before finishing junior high school. After dropping out of school, he didn't do a good job. He has been idle all the time. Later, he took a bet and mortgaged the old house at home, which made his father mad. Now, he is also Yuan Xing's grandfather."

"Yuanxing's father is a native of our village. We don't know where his mother is from. We only know that one day suddenly, he said that he was going to get married. It was really sudden. He invited everyone in the village to dinner. The bride She looks really good-looking, but she treats Yuan Hongming coldly, and the village says that this is the daughter-in-law Yuan Hongming's mother bought for her son, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"Yuan Hongming didn't see much progress after marrying his wife. He was mad at his father before, and then beat his wife every now and then. Every time he saw Yuan Xing's mother, his mother was bruised and purple."

"The last thing I know is that within two days after Yuanxing, his mother ran away. The villagers searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. We all said that his mother had planned the escape route long ago, but due to the And my own son, so I stayed until my son became an adult before running away. After that, Yuanxing got a fever and his brain burned out, and then he came to work often, and now it is the third year."

"He came to me yesterday and hoped that I could help him to check on his grandma when I came home for the Chinese New Year. Hey, let me tell you that Yuan Xing's grandma was very ill at this time last year. Yuan Hongming was still in bed at that time. Mahjong is really not a thing!"

Zhang Mingxing sighed after being filled with righteous indignation.

When I heard these things about the Yuan family from the old people in the village, I always felt that it was nothing, and I just let it go after listening to it. Now I tell others from my own mouth, and I feel a little bit embarrassed.

A kumquat leaf sold at a nearby stall fell off and landed at Wang Jianyang's feet.

Wang Jianyang frowned tightly, without saying a word, the air seemed to be stagnant.

A passing guest asked Zhang Mingxing about the variety of succulents, and Zhang Mingxing had to leave Wang Jianyang to serve the customer.

After selling two pots of succulents, Zhang Mingxing put the money in his pocket, and said to Wang Yuyang: "That's all I know, if you want to ask other people?"

For him, I guess he can only ask Yuanxing himself. "

Wang Jianyang looked at the kumquat leaf at his feet, and slowly let go of his clenched hands: "Thank you so much today."

"It's not a big deal." Zhang Mingxing waved his hand.

After finishing the conversation, Wang Yuyang was about to leave, but he turned back before taking a few steps, pointed at the succulents on the ground and asked, "How much is a pot?"

Zhang Mingxing: "15 yuan a pot, do you want to buy it? I'll give you a pot directly, I hope you can make Yuan Xing recover."

"I will." Wang Jianyang bent down and picked up a pot of succulents, "Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it, and I still have to give the money.

Fill me with 100 pots. "

"I said I'd give you a pot... What? How many pots?"

For a while, Zhang Mingxing froze in place with more than 1000 yuan in his hand, and Wang Yuyang's car trunk was filled with pots of cute succulents.

"Thank you." Wang Yuyang closed the door of the trunk of the car, "If you need my help in the future, just ask me."

"Hmm." Zhang Mingxing answered sullenly with the money in his hand.

Seeing that Wang Yuyang was about to leave, Zhang Mingxing quickly stopped him: "Wait!"

"Is there anything else?" Wang Qianyang asked politely.

"That's it..." Zhang Mingxing murmured a few words, as if he was a little hard to say, he was still curious why Wang Yuyang kissed Yuanxing's forehead.

After coming to the city from the village, Zhang Mingxing met all kinds of people, which was an eye-opener. Among them was the homosexual group. He didn't mean that this group was actually this group, but he just found it a little weird.

After struggling for a while, Zhang Mingxing said, "That's right, are you and Yuan Xing...that kind of relationship?"

Wang Jianyang: "...bye."

In order to avoid damage to the more than 100 pots of succulents, on the way back to the city, Wang Yuyang drove the car smoothly.

Buying such a hundred pots of succulents does not mean that he likes to grow flowers, it is just a way of thanking Zhang Mingxing.

What's more, when I went back yesterday, I saw Yuan Xing holding the small pot of stone flowers like a treasure along the way. Naturally, the hundred pots of succulents should be given to Yuan Xing first, and when Yuan Xing finishes picking, throw the rest to Wu Xiaomao for him to share. to the company's subordinates.

It was already early in the morning when Yuan Xing got off work, and the wind was like a knife on his face. He tied his scarf on the first floor before walking out the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw the familiar car at the door.

Wang Yuyang rolled down the car window and called out to Yuan Xing: "Yuan Xing, get in the car, I'll take you home."

The warm air in the car was fully turned on, Yuan Xing closed the door forcefully, and thanked Wang Qianyang: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Happy." There was a hint of joy in his tone.

Wang Yuyang reached over Yuan Xing's shoulder, pulled the seat belt down, took the opportunity to rub his fingers against Yuan Xing's cheek, and then helped him buckle the seat belt.

He twirled the finger that touched Yuan Xing's cheek, and asked, "Have you had dinner, Xiao Yuan Xing?"

"Eat, eat." Yuan Xing took off the hat on his head, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

Wang Jianyang asked while reversing the car: "What did you eat?"

"Xi, tomato and egg rice, and a big, big chicken drumstick." Motoko said happily, smiling.

"Are you full?"

"I'm full." Yuan Xing touched his round belly while talking, and patted it lightly, "I'm very full."

"That's good. If you're not full, you must tell me."

When they first got into the car, the two of them talked about ordinary life in the warm and soft atmosphere in the car, but after a while Yuan Xing fell asleep because he was tired and sleepy.

Taking advantage of a crossroads, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but look sideways at the time of a red light.

Yuan Xing's head was tilted to Wang Yuyang's side, his breathing was steady, his long and thick eyelashes drooped quietly, his mouth was slightly opened, the corners of his lips were naturally turned up, and his breathing was peaceful and leisurely.

Yesterday Wang Yuyang planted a kiss on Yuan Xing's forehead through the hat, this kiss did not leave any traces, except Wang Yuyang's heart.

At this time, Yuan Xing was lying beside him, sleeping soundly, as if he would not be noticed if he did something.

Wang Jianyang watched, thought and thought, then quietly reached out and poked that face, and then again.

Although he touched, squeezed, pulled, and even kissed this little face openly, none of those things could compare to the inner touch brought by secretly poking the other person while he was asleep.

Yuan Xing felt itchy on his face, couldn't help wrinkling his delicate nose, rubbed his head up and down, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

When the red light was about to pass, Wang Yuyang took a stall from the back row and covered it for Yuan Xing, then started the car, slowed down, and slowly moved towards

Home is open.

Usually it only takes 20 minutes by car, but Wang Yuyang drove for 40 minutes, not only to let Yuan Xing sleep a little longer, but also to give himself more time to think.

After talking with Zhang Mingxing today, Wang Yuyang has a deeper understanding of Yuan Xing. At the same time, he understands more and feels more distressed.

Presumably in that remote small village in the south, Yuan Xing lived in dire straits since he was a child. His father was a scumbag, and while his mother loved him, she struggled because he was the son of the person who beat and scolded her day and night. Also because of a heart of loving children, he robbed other people's daughters and destroyed a family.

Yuan Xing, who was sleeping, hummed softly, but couldn't hear what he was humming.

Wang Yuyang fished the stall up and continued driving.

When they arrived downstairs at Yuan Xing's house, Wang Yuyang kept the warm air in the car, closed the door lightly by himself, and smoked a cigarette in the cold wind.

The blue-gray smoke dissipated with the wind, and when the sparks on his fingertips were about to go out, Wang Yuyang's cell phone vibrated a few times.

It was Zhang Xingxing calling.

"Then what, Yuan Xing asked me to help him check on grandma's situation when he came home yesterday. I thought that if I have a phone now, don't say I will look at it during the Chinese New Year. I just called my home and told me explain……"

"Yuanxing's grandma went there as early as the beginning of autumn last year."

After hanging up the phone, the cigarette butt between Wang Yuyang's fingers fell to the ground, and he looked down at the dead phone screen with mixed feelings.

The sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder, like a drum beating on a midsummer night, "Boom--", "Boom--", "Boom--". He gritted his teeth, and the cold sweat almost fell off his face.

He didn't know whether he should tell Yuan Xing about this matter, and in what way he should tell Yuan Xing.

The cold wind blows, mercilessly like the torrent of this world.

Wang Jianyang looked back at the closed car window, hesitating and struggling in his heart, he didn't know whether it was better to let the child know, or to forge a white lie.

He has the right to know, but he also has the right to enjoy happiness...

He misses his grandma the most, but he also longs for happiness.

Before he could look back, the car door was pulled open with a "wow--", Yuan Xing rubbed his eyes inside, and called him in a soft voice:

"Mr. Happy? You, what are you doing?"