Ding, your little fool is online

The wind howled past, rolled up the silence of the cold night, and blew up Motoko's long red checked scarf.

The red one swayed in the rushing wind, the tassels twirled messily, Motoko hurriedly reached out and tried to pull the scarf back.However, the wind picked up again, and the scarf was loosely draped around his neck, and it was blown into the sky at once. Yuan Xing jumped out of the car, raised his head, stretched out his hand and jumped on the spot several times, but failed to catch the scarf back.

The red scarf was blown out of sight by the wind, maybe it was hung on a treetop somewhere, or maybe it was brought back to the nest by some puppy to help him resist the cold in winter nights.

It was very similar to the summer that he could never catch, it was fleeting, and there was no shadow left, only endless cold.

Yuan Xing stood where he was, with his shoulders slumped, and he looked at the horizon where the scarf disappeared with a little disappointment.

"Oh, me, my scarf."

He bought this scarf when he first came to the capital, and it has been with him for three years, and now it is gone.

After stomping his feet, Yuan Xing kicked away a small stone beside his feet, with his mouth pouted, he seemed a little unhappy, his expression and movements were full of childishness.

But soon, he put this matter behind him, because he saw Mr. Happy standing not far away, who could bring him happiness.

"Go, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing trotted all the way to Wang Yuyang's side.

Standing under a tree, Wang Yuyang witnessed Yuan Xing's series of cute moves just now. Normally, he might have smiled, but after receiving a call from Zhang Mingxing just now, simply twitching the corners of his mouth became a great deal to him. Difficult.

"My scarf was blown away by the wind just now." Yuan Xing ran to Wang Yuyang's side, looking up at him.

Wang Yiyang lowered his eyes and helped him to zip up the zipper of his clothes to the top to block his neck. Then he rubbed his hands together and held Yuan Xing's face with warm hands, pressing his thumb on the mole of tears, as if This will keep him from crying forever.

Yuan Xing rubbed his face against Wang Yuyang's warm and generous palm, like a puppy.

Fluorescent blue light drilled out of Wang Yuyang's pocket, followed by continuous vibrations, one after another, as if there was no intention to stop.

Yuan Xing looked into his pocket curiously, and reminded in a low voice: "Your mouth, the pocket is bright, Mr. Happy."

Wang Jianyang didn't look at his phone because of that sentence, he held Yuan Xing's face in his hands and looked at him rightly, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

Yuan Xing tilted his head in doubt: "Mr. Happy?"

He looked calm on the surface, but in fact his whole heart was about to explode.

The news that Yuan Xing's grandma had passed away weighed on his heart like a mountain, making him unable to breathe or speak.

Looking at the well-behaved and obedient eyes in front of him, he couldn't imagine his mood and appearance when he heard the news.

Can't imagine or dare to imagine.

He had seen Yuan Xing when he was disappointed and sad, he had seen Yuan Xing break down and cry, and he had never seen him happy until recently.

Moving his fingertips from the mole at the corner of his eyes to the corner of his upturned lips, Wang Yuyang couldn't help rubbing it lightly a few times.

If such a smile disappears, how long will it take to reappear?

Is it next or forever?

He hopes that Yuan Xing will be happy every day and forever, and wants to give him handfuls of candies, and take action for it, and take the initiative to understand Yuan Xing's past, but in the end it always backfires.

Things backfired until he learned so much, and the final ending still made Yuan Xing cry.

He thinks about it, but Yuan Xing always has the right to know, after all, this is his grandma.

The beating heart beat like a drum, hitting Wang Yuyang's heart one after another, shaking out the sweet candies he had prepared in his heart, and finally, there was not one left.

Wang Qianyang's lips moved a few times, and he frantically organized words in his mind.

at last.

"Yuan Xing."

"Mr. Happy."

The two called each other's name at the same time, and then they were stunned for a moment.

"You, you go ahead, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing said.

Wang Jianyang let go of his hand, shook his head and said, "You speak first."

He still hasn't figured out what to say.

Yuan Xing quickly looked at Wang Yuyang's hand holding his face just now, then stared at the fallen leaves under his feet, and said with joy in his tone: "I, I just dreamed about my grandma, and also, my mother."

During the short sleep in the car, he dreamed that he was back when he was a child. It was a dusk in midsummer, and the fragrance of flowers, warm wind and clouds were all very real.

In the afterglow of the dream and the coolness in the sunset, Xia Chong started to sing the prelude tonight, Yuan Xing finished his homework early, moved a small bench and sat on a dirt slope in front of the house, holding a piece of watermelon in his hand, biting the watermelon seeds Feel free to spit on the ground.

In the setting sun, Yuan Xing spit out a watermelon seed. Grandma poked her head out from the house, waving a spatula in her hand, and called him to come back for dinner. There was no such annoying man at the dinner table. Mom took out the cleaned schoolbag and gave it to him. Told him not to spill any more ink, then whispered to him that five dollars' worth of pocket money was secretly in the side pocket.

Yuan Xing intermittently recounted the dream just now. He gestured with his hands to the color of the sunset, the size of the watermelon, the food on the table, and the appearance of the schoolbag.

At the end of the conversation, he paused, and then said: "I, I miss them so much..."

Yuan Xing lowered his head, wiped the corners of his eyes quietly, then raised his head and said to Wang Yuyang: "Mr. Happy, I, I will go upstairs and go home first, thank you, send, send me back..."

Before he finished speaking, he was embraced by Wang Jianyang.

The other party hugged his thin shoulders very hard, as if they wanted to rub him into his body, tightly, and never let go.

"Yuanxing, don't cry..."

As the night wind passed by, Wang Yuyang murmured softly in the wind, covering up the sound of hesitation and collapse.

Yuan Xing didn't understand what was going on now, he was forced to raise his head in the hug, his eyes widened, and he looked at the moonless night through the branches and leaves, and he didn't know where to put his hands at a loss.

Such a close and warm hug appeared for the second time in his life.

The first time was before his mother left, on Motoko's birthday.

After eating the cake, in the unextinguished candlelight, my mother seemed to have a lot of things in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but she chose to remain silent.In the end, I chose to give my favorite son a hug, as if embracing the last thing she saw, the past 18 years.

However, this beautiful and cruel memory also became blurred and fragmented with the high fever.

Yuan Xing opened his eyes wide, tears flowed down silently, and his mouth grew, but he still didn't know why he was crying.

He didn't let Yuan Xing go until his tears wet the clothes on Wang Yuyang's chest.

Wiping his eyes randomly, Yuan Xing kept sucking his nose and twitching his shoulders, but fortunately there was no cry in his voice: "Me too, I don't know why I cried."

Wang Yuyang sighed, took out a tissue, and wiped away Yuan Xing's tears carefully, with an indescribable love in his tone: "Go home and sleep, little Yuan Xing, it will be fine after you wake up."

Yuan Xing didn't understand the deep meaning of Wang Yuyang's words, so he just nodded ignorantly, went up to the top floor while being watched by the other party, turned on the lights and windows, and waved downstairs.

After Yuan Xing closed the window, Wang Qianyang did not leave.

He leaned against the side of the car, lit another cigarette, took a deep puff and then exhaled heavily, as if he could spit out the depression in his heart.

The phone was unlocked, and the missed call came from Zhang Mingxing. Seeing that he hadn't answered the phone for a long time, Zhang Mingxing thought he was asleep, so he sent another text message.

"Then Mr. Wang, I haven't told Yuan Xing about this matter yet. You said whether I should tell him or not. I was too entangled and dared not tell him, for fear that he would not be able to accept it."

Zhang Mingxing was tangled and afraid, and so was Wang Yuyang.

Wang Jianyang replied to the text message - "Well, just pretend that you don't know about it yet."

Zhang Mingxing didn't sleep, and replied in seconds—"But I will go home to celebrate the New Year at the end of the month, and Yuan Xing will definitely call me at that time, what should I do?"

Wang Yuyang was silent for a while—"I will contact you when the time comes and tell you what to do."

Zhang Mingxing - "Okay, then listen to what you said, Mr. Wang, I hope you can make Yuan Xing's life better."

After finishing this conversation, Wang Yuyang smoked another cigarette, and it was not until the light in the window on the fifth floor went out that he crushed the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can, got into the car, and shook the moonlight behind him.

Wu Xiaomao, who was woken up by his friends in the middle of the night, was heartbroken.

When he opened the door, he was still wearing a nightcap, and the corner of his mouth was drooling.

After opening two bottles of beer with jumping carbon dioxide, Wu Xiaomao yawned and asked, "It's midnight, what's the matter with you, Old Wang?"

Holding the aluminum can of beer tightly with one hand, Wang Yuyang fell on the sofa, tilted his head back, rolled up his other hand, and rested it on his eyes, showing a tired look.

Wu Xiaomao had never seen such a Wang Jianyang. Even after his mother passed away, the Wang Jianyang in front of people would always stand straight, with his back collapsed at all.

He couldn't help asking again: "What's wrong with you, old Wang?"

Wang Yuyang was silent for a while, straightened up, stroked the body of the aluminum can with both hands, and asked, "Do you think I should tell him?"

Wu Xiaomao, a monk who was two feet tall, couldn't figure it out: "What? Tell who?"

With a "click", the beer can was placed on the table, and Wang Yuyang said, "Yuan Xing."

"What's wrong?" Wu Xiaomao became serious when he heard the name, and sat up straight, "What's wrong with this kid?"

Wang Yuyang looked at the remote control on the table, clasped his hands together: "His grandma passed away."

"Ah." Wu Xiaomao was surprised for a moment, "Then... the deceased has passed away, and the condolences will change."

Wang Yuyang shook his head, his tone melancholy: "It's not that, he doesn't know yet, I dare not tell him."

Wu Xiaomao nodded, sighing and agreeing: "That's right, but we can't keep him from knowing about it."

"I have considered this." Wang Yuyang seemed to be really tired, and lay on his back on the sofa again, "But I don't know whether to tell him now, and I dare not tell him."

After saying this, the air fell into a brief silence.

Wu Xiaomao looked at Wang Yuyang's exhausted appearance, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you want to hear my opinion?"

Wang Jianyang glanced at him: "Tell me about it."

Clearing his throat, Wu Xiaomao said, "My opinion is, don't tell him for now, and tell him when you find a suitable opportunity."

Wang Yuyang smiled wryly: "The right opportunity? What is the right opportunity? When he grows up to seventy or eighty or after he recovers?"

He had previously told Wu Xiaomao about Yuan Xing's life experience and current situation, including what he wanted to help Yuan Xing recover.

But whether it is seventy or eighty or Yuan Xing recovered, the parting of relatives is painful, and it makes people cry uncontrollably.

Given how important grandma is to Yuanxing, when Yuanxing learns the truth, he may collapse, or something unimaginable may happen again.

After some words, Wu Xiaomao also got stuck. Sitting with Wang Yuyang, he felt in a dilemma.

After being silent for a while, Wu Xiaomao said: "I still reserve my opinion, because judging from the child's current situation, if you tell him that his grandma has passed away, I'm worried that he won't be able to accept it, and then something will happen to his body. Question, what is autism and depression."

Wang Yuyang lowered his eyes: "I have also considered this issue just now."

"That's it." Wu Xiaomao picked up the beer and took a sip, "You've already considered this, why are you still undecided?"

Wang Yuyang smiled helplessly, maybe he had made up his mind a long time ago, since he didn't tell Yuan Xing about it at the first time, bothering Wu Xiaomao late at night was just a way to make him firmer in his decision.

"However." Wu Xiaomao's tone changed.

"After you choose not to tell him about this, you will be responsible for what may happen in the future." Wu Xiaomao put down the beer bottle, "To put it bluntly, it is actually very selfish for you to choose not to tell Yuan Xing about this. , although there is also a part of me, although it is all for his own good, but in the end it is still selfish, so you need to bear the consequences of this selfishness, no matter what happens."

Wang Yuyang was stunned for a moment, although he was determined to take over the rest of Yuan Xing's life, but he couldn't help but shudder when he heard such serious words at first.

Will happen, what consequences?

What could be worse, Wang Yuyang gritted his teeth.

Yuan Xing's life was already miserable, and Wang Jianyang didn't want to add another layer of sadness to his suffering.

But now that sad things have happened, the only thing that can be done is to give him a thousand times more sweetness, and try to fade those past scars.

After leaving Wu Xiaomao's house, Wang Jianyang went back to his apartment.

When I parked the car, I found that not one of the succulents in the trunk was sent out, but a few were dumped in the car, and the soil was spilled all over the ground.

The temperature suitable for the survival of succulents should not be too low. If they are allowed to stay in the car overnight, it is estimated that the more than 1000 yuan will be in vain, so he patiently turned back several times and transported the hundred pots of succulents. upstairs.

A hundred pots of small green plants are neatly arranged on a large table on the balcony, instantly adding vitality to the cool gray interior.

After washing up, he who was sleeping next to the pillow rarely suffered from insomnia, and his mind was full of Yuan Xing and Yuan Xing's dream that night with tears in his eyes.

In fact, even if Wu Xiaomao advised him, he still couldn't make up his mind.

The humidifier sent moist mist, and Wang Yuyang always felt that Yuan Xing was like this mist, and he couldn't catch it no matter how hard he tried.

Thinking about it, Wang Yuyang fell asleep for some reason.

Thinking by day and dreaming by night, Wang Yuyang had a dream, which was different from Yuan Xing's dream in that Wang Yuyang's dream was a nightmare.

He dreamed that he told Yuan Xing the news of his grandma's death, Yuan Xing couldn't accept it, broke down and cried all night, and after a night of high fever, he woke up again and even forgot who Mr. Happy was.

This dream frightened Wang Yuyang into a cold sweat, causing him to wake up still gasping for breath, pinching himself several times before he was convinced that he had escaped from the dream.

He hurriedly took the phone, looked at Yuan Xing's number, looked at the text messages he had sent with Yuan Xing in the past, hesitated a few times, and dialed the phone.

Shut down.

Wang Yuyang had no choice but to send a text message, and asked Yuan Xing to call him back as soon as he saw the text message.

At dawn in winter, the alarm clock next to the bed showed the time was five in the morning. Wang Yuyang, who had only slept for two hours, was so frightened by the dream that he felt sleepless. He rubbed his forehead and got up to take a shower to wash off his cold sweat.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the bathroom and was still wiping his hair, Wang Yuyang heard his mobile phone in the bedroom ringing, and the contralto echoed.

Wang Jianyang threw the towel in his hand and hurried to the bedroom.

Phone screen, caller ID - little star.

After answering the phone, when Wang Yuyang was struggling with how to speak, Yuan Xing yawned first and spoke.

"Go, Mr. Happy, I, I, I called you, what's the matter with you? So, send me a text message when it's late."

The soft voice, with the smell of just waking up, made Wang Jianyang throw away his helmet and armor in an instant.

I will take care of this little fool for the rest of my life, no matter what happens in the future.

Wang Qianyang thought again.