Ding, your little fool is online

Ten minutes ago, when Wang Yuyang called Yuan Xing for the first time, he was told that the other party was on the phone.

Wang Yuyang thought that the signal at Yuan Xing's house was not good, but Yuan Xing was talking to Yuan Hongming at the time.

Ever since Yuan Xing answered the call from this number that day and found out that the person behind the call was Yuan Hongming, whenever he saw this number, his heart would light up.

As early as the end of this month, Yuan Xing remitted 500 yuan, but after the remittance arrived, this number still kept calling, every day, and was even answered once by Wang Yuyang.

Every time the phone rang, Yuan Xing didn't put the phone far away, covered his ears and waited for the ringtone to end before picking up the phone, otherwise he just turned off the sound of the phone and waited for the other party to hang up automatically.

But receiving a call from Yuan Hongming today was purely accidental.

And if Wang Yuyang's call had been dialed out a minute earlier, there might not be what happened next.

Yet there are not so many ifs, none at all.

"I'm your mother! How many calls have you made? You son of a bitch doesn't even answer my calls!?" Yuan Hongming seemed to be drunk, cursing on the other end of the phone, covering his head and face with Yuan Xing Just scolding.

And his mobile phone seemed to be turned on, and there were many noisy voices besides his voice.

"Old Yuan is your own son, hahaha, just scold him like that."

Yuan Hongming put down the wine bottle in his hand, and said vaguely vulgar words: "Like his son of a bitch, he ran away without a trace."

"Hahaha, if you didn't always beat your wife and son, would you be able to run away?" The people around laughed.

And these words were clearly transmitted to Yuan Xing's heart, like a sharpened dagger, stabbed in and then pulled out, the blade was dripping with blood.

"I, I...I..." Yuanxing muttered softly, but the trembling of his upper and lower lips and the fear in his heart made him unable to utter a single word.

The hand holding the phone was very hard, and the veins in the knuckles bulged almost desperately.The other hand on the quilt was shaking like chaff, and the half-eaten lollipop fell to the ground.

Yuan Hongming was drunk and crazy at the top of his voice: "What are you? You can't speak after 18 years of raising you, can you? I don't know how to spend more money to buy new year's goods for the family after the Chinese New Year. I want to call you personally, right?"

"Which friend of yours answered the phone that day? Can't tell you still have friends?"

Yuan Xing bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to let himself make a sound of fear.

"Are you dumb?!" Yuan Hongming said, "Cao is really just like your mother, she can't even fart."

Hearing his mention of his mother, Yuan Xing's heart choked up, his nose and eyes immediately counted, a deep grievance surged up, he couldn't hold it back, and let out a tiny sob.

"You're still crying, aren't you?" Yuan Hongming sneered, "I miss your mother, don't you? It's a pity that your mother doesn't want you anymore!"

His mother has always been a thorn in Yuan Xing's heart, and he doesn't need to be touched by others, just sticking there will make his heart feel pain all the time.

At this time, the thorn that had been buried deep in the heart for three years was pulled out mercilessly, along the bleeding wound, wrapped around thorns full of despair, pain and helplessness, and once again made the heart full of scars.

The hands that were shaking like sifting chaff were tightly held together at this time, the nails were deeply buried in the palm, and the lower lip had already been bitten by himself, leaving a deep red blood mark.

Yuan Xing's face was full of tears, his upper and lower teeth were chattering unceasingly, and the sobs lingered in his throat like echoing waves for a long time before finally breaking the embankment.

"You, you are not, you are not..." He cried intermittently and spoke intermittently, none of the sentences were complete, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I, I, don't want you..."

Hearing Yuan Xing's cry, Yuan Hongming seemed to be in a good mood.

"Your mother didn't want you a long time ago. You still cry. If you cry again, your father doesn't want you either!"

"No, if you don't want it... don't." Yuan Xing cried, "I, I, I don't want you either... You are a bad, bad guy, woo woo woo."

His IQ was limited, so he couldn't say so vicious and vulgar words. Although the childish words contained all his fear and hatred, they still caused a burst of laughter when they reached the other end of the phone.

"Hey, you're going to talk back, aren't you?" Yuan Hongming held the wine bottle and rolled back and forth laughing.

"Hahahaha old Yuan, your son is really capable, hahahaha."

"Laugh ass laugh!"

Yuan Hongming raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his face was red and his eyes were swollen, the large amount of alcohol had made him unconscious.

Hearing Yuan Xing's cry, he rolled his eyes and asked, "Son, do you want to hear what your grandma has to say?"

Before Yuan Xing had time to react, the words of Yuan Hong's nameplate friends over there had completely pushed him into a bottomless abyss.

"Old Yuan, you are so ruthless, your mother is making fun of you?"

"No, old Yuan, you didn't tell Yuan Xing about his grandma's passing in the autumn?"

"Hush—" Yuan Hongming quickly covered the phone, "It's on the speakerphone, how can I cheat money after my son hears it?"

But Yuan Xing had already heard it, and after he heard that sentence, everything else was silent.

On the other end of the phone, Yuan Hongming called his son, asking him to say Happy New Year, the laughter outside the window to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window to celebrate the new year, all seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, turning into a suffocating current Voice.

And Yuan Xing was in the bottomless sea, constantly falling down.

The surroundings were pitch black, and Yuan Xing was in the darkness, and he could only hear the sound of water flowing past his ears.

He desperately grabbed the things around him, trying to stop the falling trend, but there was nothing around him.His tears fell into the sea, becoming as bitter as sea water, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Yuan Xing didn't understand until he fell into the bottom of the sea, looked up, and saw the anxious face of grandma reflected on the distant sea.

Grandma has been away from him for a long time.

The money he remitted every month, frugal and frugal, also went into Yuan Hongming's pocket. The 2000 yuan that troubled him several times also followed Yuan Hongming into the card game, and was gently slapped on the account book. superior.

And he thought that the limited communication between himself and grandma every month was actually Yuan Hongming.

They are all Yuan Hongming.

The sea water rushed over suddenly, and the huge suffocation made him hold on to the clothes on his chest. The sound of the water hitting the eardrums, Motoko was breathing quickly and painfully, and his mouth was full of bitter taste.

When he finally tasted the last drop of bitterness, he heard a different voice.

The rapid knock on the door was as rapid as rain falling on the ground.

At the same time, there was his extremely familiar voice——

"Yuan Xing! Yuan Xing, open the door! Yuan Xing, can you hear me? Yuan Xing!"

Yes, the voice of Mr. Happy.

Yuan Xing sobbed and raised his head from the quilt, tears made his vision hazy, unable to see clearly the furnishings in the house.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call out the words Mr. Happy, but what came out of his mouth was a more heart-piercing cry.

"Yuan Xing!"

Wang Jianyang was in a hurry at the door, and with red eyes, he used his body to hit the door, but the solid wood door was like a mountain that was difficult to cross, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Yuan Xing's side.

Yuan Xing grabbed the quilt, struggled to stand up, wanted to embrace the warmth, but he cried for too long, his body was exhausted, his body softened as soon as his feet touched the ground, and fell to the ground with a "plop", his forehead was still knocked On the small bench in front of you.

Yuan Xing touched his forehead that hurt from the fall, got up from the ground crying again, and stumbled to open the door.

Hearing the dull sound of falling from inside the house, Wang Yuyang became even more anxious: "Yuan Xing! Did you fall? Does it hurt? Don't cry, I'll come in right away!"

The couture coat was covered with dust, and his shoulders were aching. Wang Yuyang scratched his hair, and anxiously took out his mobile phone to call an unlocking company to come and open the door, when there was a "click", and the door opened.

Immediately afterwards, a little man with tears all over his face fell towards him, crying.

Wang Jianyang hurriedly stretched out his hands to hug his little Xingxing, and he didn't even realize that the phone fell on the ground.

"Yuan Xing, Xiao Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang hugged Yuan Xing tightly, excited and flustered, kissed the top of his hair thankfully, and comforted him, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, don't cry, Xiao Yuan Xing .”

"WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooMr.Happy..." Yuan Xing grabbed Wang Yuyang's clothes with both hands, sobbing and shouting the word Mr. Happy, his shoulders trembling rapidly.He was weak all over, and now his legs were bent straight down in Wang Yuyang's arms, and he was about to fall out of his arms.

But the temperature in the corridor was low and the wind was strong, and Yuan Xing's tear-stained face soon became cold.

Fearing that he would get sick again, Wang Jianyang simply put one hand under his knee, and hugged the poor little boy in his arms.

Walking into the room, Wang Yuyang carefully placed Yuan Xing on the sofa, and sat beside him, then hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the snot and tears off his face.

However, Yuan Xing grabbed his clothes tightly, no matter how coaxed Wang Qianyang tried to coax him, he would not let go.

His voice was already hoarse from crying, but the excitement still prompted him to open his mouth to weep for his grievance and pain, and the sound of crying cut Wang Qianyang's heart word by word.

In desperation, Wang Yuyang had no choice but to hold Yuan Xing on his lap, wrapped him in his coat, and kept patting his back, trying to calm Yuan Xing down in this way.

Wang Qianyang patted him on the back lightly, and coaxed him softly: "Xiao Yuanxing, Xiao Yuanxing, don't cry anymore, I'll stop crying when I'm by your side."

Comforting the poor little boy in his arms, Wang Yuyang frowned in confusion, thinking that his mother didn't cry like this when the little guy was sick last time, what happened on New Year's Eve today?

As he was thinking, a thought gradually came to his mind.

Could it be that Yuanxing knew that grandma passed away...

But soon Wang Jiyang shook his head, he and Zhang Mingxing had done a good job of keeping secrets, Yuan Xing couldn't possibly know about it.

A firework was shining brilliantly outside the window, and the light reflected on Wang Yuyang's face, making several deep furrows between his brows.

Weeping intermittently one after another, Wang Yuyang sighed in his heart.He lowered his head, his forehead resting on the top of Yuanxing's hair, and he didn't lift it up for a long time, as if this could help him share the pain and sadness in his worries.

Talking about eternal happiness, he couldn't even make this little star happy every day, let alone the lullaby he sang to him that night.

He made a lot of promises and thought he did a lot, but none of them were the best.

From the beginning when Yuan Xing was bullied by Zhao Jiming to concealing the news of Yuan Xing's grandma's death, it seems that every step and every thing can have a better ending.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang let out a long sigh, raised his head slowly, and continued to coax Yuan Xing softly.

At least for now, this little star cannot be allowed to continue crying.

Fortunately, I don't know whether it was under his comfort or because Yuan Xing was tired from crying, the crying gradually weakened, and now only weak whimpers and twitching shoulders are left to prove that he is still in grief, otherwise it would be hard to see It was like falling asleep in Wang Jianyang's arms.

Wang Yuyang looked down at Yuan Xing, tentatively let go of one hand, and gently held Yuan Xing's face to make him raise his head: "Little Yuan Xing, show your face and I'll wipe your nose, okay?"

Yuan Xing shook off Wang Yuyang's hand to express his resistance, then buried himself in his chest, shook his head vigorously, and mumbled something that Wang Yuyang didn't understand.

Wang Jianyang patted his head, and said warmly: "Okay, don't wipe your nose."

When the time is close to 24:[-], when the New Year's Eve is over, the fireworks in the sky are blooming one after another, and the cheers of people welcoming the New Year also spread to the whole street.

There is a small square near Yuanxing’s house. Every Chinese New Year, the TV on the small square will show the time audio of the New Year’s countdown. The young people nearby will always gather here and shout loudly in the last ten seconds.

At this time, the first number has been transmitted from afar with the echo of the New Year.

"ten!!!"

The fireworks that belonged to the year of 2018 in the lunar calendar were desperately blooming in the last ten seconds. Those lights passed through the foggy glass windows, and finally illuminated the two people on the dilapidated sofa.

The orange light shone on the corners of Yuan Xing's eyes, and he couldn't help squinting his swollen eyes.

"seven!!!"

When the last four numbers came, Yuan Xing raised his head slightly, pursed his dry lips, and blinked his eyes.

"Four!!!"

"Yuan Xing?" Sensing the small movements of the person in his arms, Wang Yuyang lowered his head to look at him, but Yuan Xing immediately buried his face in his arms and shook his head again.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang patted him on the back lightly.

"two!!!"

The countdown to the New Year and the sound of fireworks exploding filled his ears. The noisy sounds made Yuan Xing have no time to think about the fact that his grandma passed away. He could only open his eyes, look at the blurry scene in front of him, and try to let himself go.

"one!!!"

The last sound, the New Year's Eve people seem to have used all their strength to welcome this new friend, and hope that she will give more advice in the next 365.

At the same time, Wang Yuyang lowered his head and whispered in Yuan Xing's ear:

"Happy New Year, my little star."

Then she lowered her head and kissed the top of his hair lightly.

The overly gentle voice made Yuan Xing's eyes sore again, he sniffed, his mouth crooked, buried in his chest and started crying again.

"I made you cry again." Wang Yuyang smiled helplessly, gently rubbing Yuan Xing's head.

But this time, he didn't choose not to cry or not to cry, but instead: "It's okay, cry, Xiao Yuanxing, you can cry on the first day of the new year. If you cry today, you can't cry in the future." .”

This may sound unreasonable, but in fact, what Wang Jianyang thought was that after asking the reason clearly today and making Yuan Xing cry once, he would not let Yuan Xing cry again in the days to come.

He thought that Yuan Xing would have no answer other than crying, but he didn't expect Yuan Xing to take the time to nod vigorously amidst the whining sound.

After Yuan Xing was completely tired from crying, he could only sob softly, but he still didn't raise his head, but turned his head sideways, and wrapped his index finger around the tassel on Wang Yuyang's scarf, lap after lap, unable to see his current emotion How the hell.

"Xiao Yuanxing?"

Wang Jianyang called him tentatively.

Yuan Xing sniffed, nodded slowly, pretending that he heard it, and then continued to wrap his index finger around Wang Yuyang's scarf.

Wang Qianyang pulled his scarf towards Yuanxing to make it easier for him to play.

Then he asked again: "Xiao Yuanxing, lift your face up and let me wipe your nose, okay?"

Yuan Xing cried and sobbed for so long, the snot and tears on his face had already dried up, but he always had to coax him to look at him before continuing to communicate.

He raised his head slowly, revealing a pair of eyes that were swollen from crying. The drooping eyes that were so swollen like a fawn in the past are now only a thin slit.

As if feeling ashamed, he lowered his head slightly again.

But Wang Yuyang only noticed the bloodstain on his lower lip, without thinking about it, Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand to caress Yuan Xing's lips, frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Don't do this next time." Wang Jianyang's tone was full of blame.

Yuan Xing twitched and nodded, then pursed his mouth, as if he didn't want to speak.

Wang Jianyang saw his depressed mood, so intentionally or unintentionally diverted the topic to other places, or distracted his attention.

Ask yourself, such a silent Yuan Xing makes him feel more distressed than the crying Yuan Xing just now.

When he said nothing, his facial expression was very peaceful. Although his heart was full of bitterness, the corners of his lips were curled up ironically.

With the light outside the window, Wang Yuyang saw that the little lion thermos cup he gave to Yuan Xing was placed on the small coffee table. He reached out to take it and shook it. He poured out a cup of hot water, blew on it, and then gave it to Yuan Xing: Come on, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Yuan Xing obediently held the cup, and slowly blew on the hot water.

"Have you eaten tonight?" Wang Yuyang asked while looking around for the thermos bucket he brought.

After looking around for several times, he finally realized that the thermos bucket had just been placed outside the door by himself, and not only that, but the phone had also dropped on the ground just now.

The mobile phone stored the text messages between him and Yuan Xing. Wang Yuyang was reluctant to change the phone, so he said softly to Yuan Xing: "Little Yuan Xing, you sit by yourself first, and I'll go out and bring in the thermos and my phone, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xing shook his head, and leaned a little towards Wang Yuyang, as if he didn't want him to leave.

This is about the first time that Yuanxing has clearly expressed his dependence on him.

While praying that his mobile phone was still at the door, Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand to press his little star tighter.

There was a short silence in the room, and Wang Yuyang asked, "Have you eaten tonight, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Motoko bit the rim of the cup and nodded.

"What did you eat?"

Yuan Xing pointed to the bowl on the washing machine, and looked in the direction he was pointing. Only then did Wang Yuyang realize that the washing machine he gave Yuan Xing was still covered with a layer of foam plastic, and the wires were lying on the ground. It should have never been used once.

Presumably he was negligent, didn't think carefully, didn't consider whether Yuan Xing would use these things, whether he could understand them or not.

Probably because he was tired and hungry from crying, Yuan Xing's stomach suddenly let out a long "squeak--" which made his head droop a little more.

Wang Jianyang then asked: "Are you hungry, do you want to eat Xiao Yuanxing?"

If Yuan Xing refused, I would just think of other ways to make him happy.

Yuan Xing blinked and nodded.

So Wang Yuyang hugged Yuan Xing who was sitting on his lap: "Little Yuan Xing, I'm going out to get the thermos. Come down and sit on the sofa now."

Yuan Xing showed nervousness for a moment, and after sitting on the sofa, he quickly grabbed the corner of Wang Yuyang's clothes and did not let go. He thought that Wang Yuyang was going to leave him here alone again.

But Wang Yuyang still gently pulled out the corner of his clothes, then wrapped his hand around Yuan Xing's little hand, and shook it firmly: "Will you go with me?"

So the two walked to the door hand in hand. After opening the door, Wang Yuyang took the thermos bucket and his mobile phone into the house as quickly as possible, then closed the door and turned on the light at the same time.

The decoration is exactly the same as the last time I came, and it is exactly the same cold.

Open the lid of the thermos bucket, the top layer is a dumpling, the middle is two dishes, and the bottom is a fragrant soup, but because it has been left outside for a long time, it has cooled down, if you want to eat it Must be reheated.

After looking left and right, Wang Yuyang found Yuan Xing's induction cooker and small pot.

The quality of the pot should not be particularly good, some of the bottoms of the pots are dark brown, so it is often easy to burn the pot when cooking, but Wang Yuyang doesn't care so much at this time.

Holding Yuan Xing with one hand, Wang Yuyang boiled a pot of water with one hand and threw the cooled dumplings into it.

"How about eating dumplings first?" He asked, "There is corn chicken and three fresh shrimps."

Yuan Xing ate dumplings for dinner. At this time, he really wanted to tell Wang Yuyang that he had just eaten dumplings, but the emotion in his throat still made him choose to remain silent.

Because they are all cooked dumplings, avoid the dumpling skin from being broken after cooking for a long time, and the dumplings will be fished out by Wang Yuyang not long after they are put into the pot.

He still took out the dumplings with one hand, picked one up, blew it, and brought it to Yuan Xing's mouth: "Ah, little Yuan Xing, open your mouth to eat the dumplings."

Yuan Xing opened his mouth, took a small bite of the steaming dumpling, chewed it carefully and swallowed it.

Immediately after taking the second bite, Yuan Xing bit into something hard.

"Oh." Wang Jianyang smiled and looked at the remaining half of the dumpling, "It's a coin."

He reached out and took out the coin, washed it under the water and put it in Yuanxing's palm: "Whoever gets the coin in the dumpling will have very good luck in the new year. Take it, Xiao Yuanxing."

After getting the coin, Yuan Xing was silent, even though Wang Jianyang picked up another dumpling and gave it to him, he ignored it.

"What's wrong with Yuan Xing?" Wang Yuyang put down his chopsticks, couldn't help pinching Yuan Xing's chin to make him look up.

Yuan Xing's little face was covered with tears again, he tightly clutched the coin in his hand, and said in a hoarse crying voice: "Grandma, grandma used to be in the dumplings, give, wrap for me, Coin's..."

At this point, Wang Yuyang finally understood the reason why Yuan Xing was crying on New Year's Eve.

At the same time, deep regret and self-blame also emerged from my heart.