Ding, your little fool is online

There were constant cheers and fireworks outside the window.

Yuan Xing lowered his head, tears fell on the floor one by one, splashing down into small water droplets one after another.

Holding the coin tightly in his hand, Yuan Xing said in a hoarse voice: "...Originally, during Chinese New Year, grandma made dumplings at home, and she would hide a coin in the dumplings. , she always said that there is only one, the hard one, the hard one can be eaten..."

"But, but I can eat coins every year... grandma, grandma also said that this new year will be very good, very good..."

He told the warm past, with the blessing and warmth of his family intermittently, and with endless nostalgia and pain intermittently.

Sucking his nose a few times, Yuan Xing raised his arm, rubbed his face on his clothes, then sobbed and put the coin in his heart on the table: "Today, this year I also eat it, and I got the coin, but, but ..."

At the end of the speech, I couldn't say the second half of the sentence after that.

Yuan Xing grinned, and lay down on the other side of the sofa, covering his face and crying again.

Wang Qianyang's nose was sour, and he wanted to reach out to hug his little Xingxing, hugged him tightly, kissed the top of his hair and said don't cry.

But his hands seemed to be stiff, and he couldn't lift them up.

The second half of Yuan Xing's unfinished sentence was like a fishbone, stuck in his throat, so that he couldn't say a word.

The news of Yuan Xing's grandma's death did not come through his mouth, and Wang Qianyang doesn't know where he heard it from.

But the huge anxiety that had been pressing on his head for more than ten days did not dissipate at this time, but added a little more melancholy and anxiety.

He had been hesitant and struggling before, whether he should tell Yuan Xing about this himself, but due to various reasons, he chose to remain silent.

But now, seeing Yuan Xing crying helplessly.

Wang Jianyang suddenly hated himself for being silent at that time.

If he told Yuan Xing about this, Yuan Xing might punch him a few times while crying, with complaints in his crying voice, even if he hated himself, it was better than the pain and sorrow that filled his heart at this time, and he had nothing to rely on and no sustenance.

After roaring and rolling, Wang Yuyang tried his best to reach out and patted Yuan Xing's back lightly, then looped around that thin shoulder, pulled him over and hugged him into his arms, and pressed the back of his head to make him cry on his shoulder.

On the other hand, she patted his back lightly, or stroked his back a few times, with deep apology and affection in her eyes.

Without a warm voice to coax people not to cry, Wang Jianyang tightened his arms and hugged the little poor boy in his arms even tighter.

Let him cry this time.

It was already past midnight, Yuan Xing had been busy working in a hotpot restaurant all day yesterday, and his body was already exhausted.After returning home, my mood was ups and downs again, and I cried several times, exhausted physically and mentally, coupled with the warm embrace at this time, this time I only cried for a while and fell asleep, but I still had sobbing in my sleep.

Wang Yuyang sat on the sofa without moving, for fear that his slight movements would wake up Yuan Xing, who had finally escaped from the sadness.

After his breathing became stable, he was carefully picked up and placed on the bed, his shoes, socks and coat were taken off, and he was covered with a quilt before being tucked in to prevent him from getting cold.

The lights in the room had been turned off, Wang Yuyang sat by the bed, looking at Yuan Xing's sleeping face with the light from the window.

His eyes were still red and swollen, the tip of his nose was also red from crying for too long, and there was a dark bloodstain on his lower lip that was about to bleed.Right now, under the nose, there are all traces of tears and snot, and it is easy to crack on the face after drying.

Wang Yuyang turned on the induction cooker with the lowest power and boiled a pot of hot water. After wetting the towel, he let it dry for a while. When the temperature was not so hot, he took it and wiped Yuanxing's face gently and slowly.

After that, he found out in the bathroom that it should be the baby cream that Yuan Xing usually used to wipe his face, and spread it evenly on his face.

After doing all this, he sat quietly by the bed and looked at his little star.

The corners of Yuan Xing's lips were also upturned when he was sleeping soundly. Because he was lying on his side, the smile on the corners of his lips looked a little bit bigger than usual. With the redness and swelling at the corners of his eyes, he looked extremely ironic.

Wang Qianyang pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, stroked the corner of his lips with his thumb, and gently pulled it down, and got a little Yuanxing with red and swollen eyes and a downturned mouth.

But soon he let go of his hand, and the corners of his lips curled back automatically.

Yes, his little Xing Xing, no matter how many hardships he encounters in life, he walks all the way with a smile like this.

Always smiling cutely, and very heart-warming.

The screen of the mobile phone placed by the bedside lit up for a moment. Wang Yuyang picked up the mobile phone and found that it was a matter of work, so he had to reply. Because of a question from the other party, he switched to the browser to search whether it was correct or not.

Point your finger in the input box of the search bar, and the search records will be automatically pulled down.

Number one on the list is "Lullaby".

That day, when Wang Jianyang was coaxing Yuan Xing to sleep, he searched for the lyrics.

Yuan Xing's steady breathing came, and Wang Yuyang couldn't help but look at him sideways, the screen full of fluorescent light shone on his face.

Because of the stuffy nose caused by crying for a long time, the sleeping Yuan Xing unconsciously opened his mouth and breathed through his mouth, so the sound of breathing sounded a little rough.

Wang Yuyang looked at it carefully for a while, until the phone screen went off, and then turned on again because the customer sent another message.

When he was about to answer the customer service's doubts, he heard a very small whisper.

"Mr. Happy..."

The hoarse voice was full of grievances and dependence.

Wang Jianyang couldn't help but put his hand into Yuan Xing's bed, and after groping a few times, he found the soft little hand, and wrapped it tightly in his palm.

"Here." He also said softly, "Mr. Happy is here."

The lyrics of the lullaby were still displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. Looking at Yuan Xing's sleeping face, Wang Yuyang suddenly felt that it was the most suitable moment to sing him a lullaby even though he was already asleep.

The revised lyrics have long been familiar by heart, Wang Yuyang turned off the phone and put it upside down on the table beside him.

Holding Yuan Xing's hand with one hand, and gently stroking his face with the other hand in his hair.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear little star.

Mr. Happy will always protect you.

Everything in the world, happy wishes.

All warmth belongs to you.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear little star.

Mr. Happy loves you, Mr. Happy likes you.

A hug, a candy.

When you wake up, Mr. Happy will give you everything.

If the soft singing last time was to lull his little star to sleep, then the singing this time is not only expressing his heart, but also expressing his firm heart.

From now on, he will never let his little Xing Xing suffer any more grievances.

All wishes for happiness, all warmth, must belong to his little star.

His little star will be happy every day and forever.

Yuan Xing fell asleep, but he kept having nightmares in his deep sleep. He dreamed that his mother was far away from him, and his grandma passed away. The devil-like father kept calling his name and asked him if he wanted to talk to grandma.

They are all facts in Yuanxing's life, but he doesn't want to admit that his life is a nightmare.

In the darkness, a thin ray of sunlight shines through the clouds.

At the same time, there was a softly humming song reaching my ears.

Yuan Xing stretched out his hand, enveloping the ray of sunshine in the palm of his hand, slowly smelling the fragrance and warmth of the spring breeze from the shimmering light.

The singing voice sang of Little Star, sang his name, sang that he would be happy forever, forever, always with Mr. Happy.

For a moment, tears filled my eyes.

When Yuan Xing woke up, the pillow was wet with tears, and besides the lingering sadness, he was also full of emotion.

He sat up slowly, and halfway through standing up, he found that his actions were involved, and he found that his hands were caught, preventing him from getting up.

And the warm left hand was wrapped in a wide palm.

Following Nuan Nuan to look over, Yuan Xing saw Wang Yuyang lying on his bedside.

Wang Qianyang moved a small bench that Yuan Xing usually ate on in front of the bed, with a coat and a thin blanket on his back, bent his long legs, lay on the bedside with one arm as a pillow, and stretched the other arm into the bed to hold it. Hold Yuanxing's hand.

The sound of shallow breathing echoed in the surrounding air, Motoko moved his fingers lightly.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuyang sensed this small movement in his sleep, and subconsciously clenched his hands again.

Blinking his swollen eyes, Yuan Xing pulled out his other hand from under the bed, and slowly helped Wang Jianyang lift up the slightly slipping blanket, tucked it up, and blocked his neck and ears, so as not to let the cold wind get in. .

The temperature in the room was low, and Wang Yuyang's hand exposed to the air was very cold. Yuan Xing stretched out his small hand to touch it, and then pulled his quilt slightly outward to cover Kaixin's hand.

After finishing this series of small actions, he pursed his lips and looked at Wang Yuyang for a long time.

From the messy hair on the forehead to the broad shoulders, to the frowning brows when he poked his head to see Wang Yuyang's sleeping.

When he cried a lot at night, his broken and sad emotions occupied his limited rationality. All the information other than grandma's death seemed to go in his left ear and out of his right ear. When he was hugged by Mr. Happy Also in a daze, only remembering the soft tassels on the other party's scarf.

After the sadness at this time, he seemed to regain some sense of sobriety after sleeping.

Mr. Happy, who thought he would be at home with his family, came to his home on New Year’s Eve, hugged the crying self, comforted him one sentence after another, diverted his attention, and brought him delicious meals. A coin that symbolizes luck for the new year was hidden in the dumpling, and she is still holding her hand.

It seems that it has gone beyond the category of "happy".

Yuan Xing couldn't think of a better description, so he just pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to hook the hair on Gou Wang's forehead.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Happy."

Perhaps it was because sitting on the small bench was uncomfortable, Wang Jian moved slightly, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the rough ground.

Yuan Xing looked down again, and found that Wang Yuyang's long legs were bent and folded, and the posture did not look very comfortable.

Before he could raise his head, he heard Wang Jianyang's sleepy voice.

"Yuanxing?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xing quickly raised his head and met a pair of sleepy eyes.

Wang Jianyang squinted his eyes to see Yuan Xing who was only wearing unlined clothes in front of him, and frowned: "Why are you up now? Isn't it cold? Lie down quickly."

Then he pressed Yuan Xing down without any explanation, and covered him with a quilt: "It's so cold, don't get sick again."

After speaking, I sneezed.

"Go, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing whispered under the blanket.

"What's the matter?" Wang Yuyang rubbed his nose, his voice was a bit wobbly.

Yuan Xing stretched out his hand from under the quilt and pointed under the bed: "There is a box underneath, and there is another one inside, a big quilt."

Wang Yuyang thought Yuan Xing was feeling cold, so he stood up and moved his sore legs, which had been bent for a long time, then bent down and dragged the box out, successfully finding the quilt inside.

"Is it cold? Shall I help you put the quilt on it?"

But he didn't expect that as soon as he straightened up, Yuan Xing, wrapped in the quilt, moved a little towards the inside of the bed, making room for a person on the outside of the bed.

Then she raised her swollen little face and asked him:

"Go, Mr. Happy, come on, come on the bed and sleep? The small bench, the small bench is too uncomfortable."

Wang Jianyang was stunned for a while holding the quilt.

The child has a simple mind, just thinking that he is uncomfortable sleeping on his stomach on the bench, and his hands tend to get cold, but if he sleeps on the bed, it will be relatively comfortable if he can lie down and sleep, and he will be warm under the quilt.

Wang Jianyang admitted that he was thinking wrong for a moment, but he quickly smiled.

"No, thank you Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang patted the quilt, "I'll just go and lie down on the sofa for a while."

Yuan Xing moved to the wall again: "The sofa, the sofa is too small."

He can't usually lie on that small sofa with his whole body, let alone Mr. Happy who is much taller than him.

So he stretched out his hand and patted the space he had vacated next to him: "Very, very warm."

The vacant part of the bed happened to be where he had just been lying on, and it still had a warm body temperature, while the place inside was very cold, so cold that Yuan Xing curled up unconsciously under the quilt.

Seeing this, Wang Qianyang put the quilt on the small bench, stretched out his hand and rolled Yuan Xing in the quilt, rolled it into a sandwich cone, then gently picked it up and put it in his already warm place.

"Be obedient, Xiao Yuanxing, go to sleep." Wang Yuyang patted his head, picked up the quilt and went to the sofa again.

After lying down for a while, Yuan Xing called him: "Happy, Mr. Happy."

Wang Yuyang, who had already stepped into sleep with half of his foot, woke up a lot: "What's the matter, Xiao Yuanxing?"

From Yuan Xing's angle, he could only see the dark back of the sofa, and Wang Jiyang's long legs that had nowhere to rest.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, feeling that the request he made next seemed unreasonable, but he still opened his mouth: "I, I can't sleep, can you, can you hold my hand to sleep... okay? "

The reason why he was able to fall asleep successfully just now was because Wang Yuyang was by his side.

Now that Wang Qianyang is lying on the sofa, far away from him, Yuan Xing always feels empty somewhere.

The dark figure stood up without any hesitation. The movement of standing up showed a graceful arc, the drooping head was raised, and the hair on the forehead was shaking in the air. A perfect profile is outlined in front of the eyes.

Yuan Xing's heart suddenly trembled for no reason, and felt that it was hot there, and his eyes were glued to it, and he couldn't move it.

At first, his first impression of Wang Jianyang was that he was very good-looking.

To this day, he still thinks that Wang Yuyang is very good-looking, but after getting along for so long, it seems that he is not as amazing as when he first saw him.

Mr. Happy's appearance will not change, but Yuan Xing always felt that there was something different about the profile just now, and he couldn't tell the specifics, so he could only stare at him intently, feeling the beating of his heart.

Wang Qianyang lifted the sofa lightly, moved it to the vicinity of Yuan Xing's small bed, adjusted the position, lay down on it, and stretched out his hand to Yuan Xing.

Immediately afterwards, a warm little hand was quickly placed in his palm, and with a pull, he pulled his hand closer to the bed.

Wang Yuyang clenched his hands, "Good night, Xiao Yuanxing."

"Night, good night." Yuan Xing sniffed, "Mr. Happy."

Yuan Xing fell asleep quickly this time, but Wang Jianyang seemed unable to fall asleep.

The small sofa is no better than the small bench, and even more chrome-backed, but Wang Yuyang didn't dare to make large movements, and only slightly turned his body sideways again.

Under the sofa are two removable and washable cushions, the size of which is not very suitable for the sofa. When Wang Yuyang moved this way, the cushions also arched outwards.

Helpless, Wang Yuyang had no choice but to reach out and stuff the small cushion inward again.

When he stuffed the second cushion, he felt a plastic bag that felt slippery to the touch, and took it out without any hassle.

With the faint light outside the window, Wang Jianyang saw the woman in the photo who looked very similar to Yuan Xing.