Ding, your little fool is online

The room was pitch black, and the light outside the window was half blocked by the sofa, so one could barely see that the picture was a woman.

Wang Yuyang took the phone lightly, adjusted the brightness to the lowest level, covered the screen with his hand, and saw the woman's facial features clearly through the light passing through his fingers.

The first time he saw the woman, Wang Jianyang confirmed her relationship with Yuan Xing.

It's just because the facial features of the two are so similar, drooping eyes, tear moles, and delicate nose, it seems that they were carved out of the same mold.

The woman looked young, about 20 years old, thin lips like a knife, obviously a pair of well-behaved deer-like drooping eyes, but her gaze was cold.

The black and white photos have neat edges and no scratches on the surface, and are carefully sealed in a plastic bag.The plastic bag is full of fingerprints and creases, which shows how much Yuan Xing cherishes this photo and misses his mother.

When he came to Beijing to work three years ago, now it should be four years ago, except for 500 yuan and a mobile phone ID in his pocket, there was this photo of his mother.

It was originally placed in a drawer, but once Yuanxing accidentally knocked over the cup and spilled water into the drawer, which almost ruined this photo, Yuanxing then pressed the photo under the sofa cushion, when he misses his mother or feels wronged Just take it out and have a look.

Before, Wang Jianyang learned about Yuan Xing's mother from Zhang Mingxing.

From his words, it can be guessed that Motoko's mother was abducted and sold to that small village. After giving birth to Motoko, he lived with that scum for 18 years. Because his own son was still young, he chose to run away after Motoko became an adult. , Since then, there has been no news.

This is also the reason why Yuan Xing came to the capital.

Wang Jianyang sighed, imprinted Yuan Xing's mother's appearance in his mind, and then put the plastic bag back to its original position.

Not only joy and happiness, but also to help Yuan Xing find his share of unique family affection.

Yuan Xing's hand, which was being held by him, moved slightly, and Wang Jianyang shook it lightly.

Then in the dark, he bowed his eyebrows and whispered "good night" to Yuanxing, and then fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, it was already noon, Wang Yuyang opened his eyes, and what he saw was a strange ceiling, he took a while to realize that he was at Yuan Xing's house.

The hands of the two were still held together, the palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the rhythm and temperature of the heartbeats were also intertwined all night.

After lying on the small sofa all night, his back was sore and his folded legs were also aching. At this moment, Wang Yuyang really wanted to stand up and take a walk.

However, Yuan Xing was still soundly asleep, so Wang Jianyang could only maintain the previous posture and only swayed his legs slightly.

Last night, he was only concerned with coaxing Yuan Xing and didn't think too much about it. He only learned that Yuan Xing knew that his grandma had passed away. What he didn't know was where Yuan Xing got the news from.

I'm sure I didn't leak my words here, could it be the other people around Yuan Xing

While thinking, Wang Qianyang unconsciously squeezed Yuan Xing's little hand.

Zhang Mingxing's appearance is quite simple and honest, and he can also feel his simple character from the previous few exchanges. Every time he ends the call with himself, he will bring a sentence of blessings to Yuan Xing.Besides, judging from his attitude towards this matter, he should not be inclined to hurt Yuan Xing.

Such Zhang Mingxing should not take the initiative to tell Yuan Xing about this cruel thing, especially on New Year's Eve.

Zhang Yue should know Yuan Xing's situation, but he doesn't know the family situation, nor the news of Yuan Xing's grandma's death. Even if he knew, he wouldn't tell Yuan Xing on New Year's Eve.

After Zhang Mingxing and Zhang Yue passed away, Wang Yuyang found that he could no longer think of the fourth person beside Yuan Xing.

Usually he sees Yuan Xing is always busy, it seems that life seems to be very fulfilling, he is not aware of the loneliness that surrounds him in the first place.

Wang Yuyang was worried when he suddenly thought of the phone call he received on behalf of Yuan Xing at the Fengguang Foundation that day. The other party's accent was exactly the same as Yuan Xing and Zhang Mingxing.

It can be seen from the words that he knows Yuanxing and is familiar with Yuanxing's past.

A name came to Wang Jianyang's mind.

Yuan Hongming.

I learned from Zhang Mingxing that Yuan Xing's father is a complete scumbag. When he was young, he gambled money and angered Yuan Xing's grandfather to death. After marriage, he beat and scolded Yuan Xing's mother and son.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang clenched his fists.

He wished that the little Xingxing he loved in his palm would be abused by this scum in childhood.

Yuan Hongming has always been in his hometown, so he must know about his grandma's death, and this is his close relative.

The blame is that Yuan Xing didn't know.

Wang Yuyang didn't believe that Yuan Hongming was the kind of person who concealed the news to take care of Yuan Xing's emotions, but if Yuan Hongming really told Yuan Xing about the death of his grandma on New Year's Eve, why did he hide it from the beginning of autumn last year to the new year? February, or New Years.

He doesn't tell Yuan Xing, there must always be a motive.

And this motivation may have been affecting Yuan Xing's life.

To this day, Wang Yuyang doesn't know much about Yuan Xing's past, because he is afraid that he will cry and be sad when recalling the past, so he seldom asks actively.

Yuan Xingcai burst into tears last night when he learned of his mother's death. Today, Wang Jianyang really didn't want to and didn't dare to ask him if he had contacted that scumbag father after he came to Beijing.

But if you want to make Yuan Xing happy and happy, you must make a break with the previous pain.

Wang Jianyang frowned, and fell into a tangle for a while.

Yuan Xing, who was lying on the bed, suddenly hummed twice like a piglet, and then, the little hand in his palm also moved.

When Wang Jianyang looked away, Yuan Xing was preparing to get up.

I saw him frowning tightly, his nose was also wrinkled, his mouth was pursed upwards, his entire facial features were twisted together, and he had two swollen eyes, which was indescribably funny.

From his throat, he hummed a few words that Wang Yuyang couldn't understand, every word contained a resistance to getting up, coupled with his soft and waxy accent, it made people feel heartbroken.

Wang Jianyang tightened his hands involuntarily.

Yuan Xing, who was lying on the bed, pondered for a while, tried to open his eyes, closed them again because of the strong light, drew out his hands to cover them, rubbed them a few times, and then barely adapted.

"Morning, Xiao Yuanxing, Happy New Year." Wang Jianyang couldn't help smiling when he saw how he was about to get up, but at the same time, he was worried about Yuanxing's reaction when he woke up and thought about what happened last night.

Hearing this voice, Yuan Xing took a while to realize that Mr. Happy came to his home last night on New Year's Eve.

At the same time, the cruel facts that I learned last night also flooded into my mind.

Motoko wanted to cry again for a moment.

The grandma he loved so much is gone, and no one will make buns that look like bunnies for him anymore.

As soon as he sniffed, he heard Mr. Happy's voice: "Xiao Yuanxing wants to cry again?"

"No, no." Yuan Xing's voice was still hoarse, he turned over and turned his face to the wall, so as not to let Wang Yuyang see his red eye sockets again.

But even if he prevented the other party from seeing his ugliness, the sadness couldn't be stopped, his eyes became more and more red, and tears gradually flowed out again.

Wang Jianyang sighed, as if thinking of himself when his mother had just passed away.

The parting of a loved one is something that cannot be stopped, just as time goes forward forever and cannot be reversed.

In the few days before his mother passed away, Wang Yuyang straightened his back in front of the people, and the queen was also like Yuan Xing, lying in his room and crying loudly.

But just like that sentence said, time will dilute a little, and the authenticity that death brings to people is actually lost with the passage of time, and the situation of crying and crying will only be a few days before the death of a loved one, not to mention Looking at the guests feasting on the funeral wine table, there seemed to be no sadness on their faces. At that time, Wang Jianyang always felt that this funeral was not like a funeral.

After the funeral, Wang Yuyang returned to his busy study and life in the past, but found that only when he thought of his mother would he realize that his mother had passed away. At other times, he seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and only when he thought of it would he feel sad .

But after all, he was already a teenager at that time, he was independent early, and he was much more mature than his peers when he was a teenager.

And Yuan Xing is just a child after all.

Wang Jianyang stood up and moved his numb legs a little. He took Yuan Xing's towel, wet it with hot water, wrung it dry, and sat back on Yuan Xing's bedside.

A piece of the small bed collapsed, Wang Yuyang patted Yuan Xing on the shoulder.

"Xiao Yuanxing."

"...Huh?" Yuan Xing answered sullenly, covering his face.

Wang Jianyang gently pressed Yuan Xing's shoulder, turned him over like a salted fish, and then wiped his face with a towel.

"Today is the first day of the new year." Wang Jianyang diverted his attention, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

The warm towel wiped his face, as soft as if trying to heal his wounds.

Yuan Xing looked at Wang Yuyang with slightly swollen eyes, the other party's brows and eyes were curved, there was concern in his serious eyes, a smile on his lips, and he concentrated on wiping his face.

Wang Yuyang who didn't get an answer asked him again: "What are you looking at, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing didn't know what he was looking at, and didn't know what to say, so he pursed his lips with red eyes: "Mr. Happy, you, you have a little black spot on your nose..."

Wang Yuyang smiled at the line that seemed familiar: "Huh? Didn't you know it a long time ago?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing let out another muffled sound.

"Then do you want to get up and go outside for a walk?" Wang Yuyang asked, "Today is the first day of Chinese New Year, and it's very lively outside."

Yuan Xing's eyes moved from the mole on Wang Yuyang's nose to his eyes, and his own eyes met him without blinking.

Suddenly Wang Yuyang's cell phone rang, and he couldn't help but glance sideways.

Yuan Xing's eyes widened a little for a moment.

Last night's profile was just a silhouette, but at this moment, the profile in front of me has long eyelashes, beautiful eyes, a high nose bridge, and a vague smile on the corners of her lips.

Yuan Xing blinked, his heart was beating and he felt warm inside.

Wang Jianyang answered the phone, it was from his family, saying that it was fine if he didn't go home on New Year's Eve, but now he was urging him to go home quickly on New Year's Day, saying that relatives would come in the afternoon.

"I have something to do now." Wang Jianyang frowned.

Seeing Yuan Xing also frowned.

Wang Jinan on the other side of the computer was very displeased: "Is there anything better than being with your family? It's Chinese New Year."

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang smiled: "You also know that those who celebrate the Chinese New Year have to be with their families?"

When his mother was still alive, many New Years were spent by both mother and son.

"Wang Jinyang, do you still think I'm a father?" Wang Jinan's voice suddenly increased a lot, causing Wang Jianyang to hold the phone away from his ear.

After he shut up, Wang Yuyang took the phone to his ear: "Yes, but I do have important things today, and I will go back when I am done."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at Yuan Xing with a smile: "Do you want to go out, Xiao Yuan Xing?"

Yuan Xing retracted his hand into the bed, covering the warm place in his heart, thought for a while, and nodded.

"Ah."

On the first day of the new year, the streets are very lively, and everyone's faces are beaming.

The two had just eaten breakfast and lunch, and their stomachs were round, so their pace slowed down a lot.Wang Jianyang took Yuan Xing and walked among the crowd, holding him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would get lost.

One tall and one low, the combination of handsome and cute attracts the attention of people around.

But the most important thing is that the two hold hands tightly.

Although the tolerance of homosexuality in today's society is much higher, it is still not generally accepted.

Wang Jianyang is alive and well, and as he is older, he naturally doesn't care about these strange gazes.Yuan Xing, because of his ignorant life and young age, naturally did not understand.

It sounds like a good thing, but it sounds like a bad thing.

But there is no need to worry too much about it, what they want is to be happy every day and live a happy life.

Today it was said that Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing out for a walk, but in fact Wang Yuyang didn't know where to go, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and Motoko sneezed.

"Xiao Yuanxing is cold?" Wang Yuyang grasped his hand tightly, and with the other hand, he pulled up the zipper of his padded jacket a little bit, and pulled his hat down a little bit.

"Yes, a little bit." Yuan Xing's voice was rough.

It happened that the two passed by a small clothing store, and there were rows and rows of scarves on the shelves at the door.

Yuan Xing's red plaid scarf was blown away by the wind on the night when Wang Yuyang learned of his grandma's death. After more than ten days, there was no time to buy a new one, and Wang Yuyang was also negligent about this.

He brought a scarf when he came last night, but he was in a hurry to go out today, and he forgot to take out the scarf which was left on the sofa, otherwise the scarf must have been worn by Yuan Xing.

Looking at Yuan Xing's empty neck, Wang Yuyang dragged him to the door of the clothing store.

In the past, what he did not do enough and what was not good enough, from today onwards, he will make up for it one by one.

"I'll buy you another scarf, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Jianyang flipped through the scarves on the shelf, looking at the colors, styles and materials.

He picked up a thick black woolen scarf and compared it to Yuan Xing, shaking his head: "Too old-fashioned, no."

Then there was a blue one: "No, it's cold just looking at it."

The yellow ratio is on the neck: "It's too rustic."

The pink, white and blue checks are very cute, but Motoyuki shook his head by himself.

It was only then that Wang Jianyang realized that he was buying a scarf for Yuan Xing, and he had a lot of fun choosing it himself.

"Which one do you like, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand and pulled the red scarf with several pompoms on the hem.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang reached out and took off the scarf, wrapped it around Yuan Xing's neck, nodded, "It still looks good."

After buying the scarf, the two walked around the store again. Wang Yuyang bought him a new hat and gloves. The hat was also picked by Yuanxing himself. It was very similar to his previous one, with a small velvet on the top. Ball, it can be seen that Yuan Xing is very nostalgic.

The gloves were chosen by Wang Yuyang for him. The outside is patchwork of various fabrics, and there is an embroidery of a puppy on it. The inside of the glove is made of fluffy fleece, which is very comfortable to wear on the hand.

Yuan Xing obviously liked this new outfit very much, and couldn't help touching the puppy embroidery on the other glove with his gloved hand.

Next to him, a child holding a cup of milk tea rushed past, and one accidentally bumped into Yuan Xing, and the milk tea spilled all over him, dripping wetly.

Yuan Xing looked down, with an expression of indescribable embarrassment.

"Back, let's go back..." Yuan Xing whispered, "The clothes are all wet."

This dark blue padded jacket has also been with Yuan Xing for several years, and it is not easy to wear, and the color is also whitish.

Wang Jianyang originally wanted to say hello, but then he thought about why they didn't buy a new one when they were in a clothing store.

Yuan Xing refused, a little embarrassed: "No, there is no need, Mr. Happy, go home, just go home and wash it."

But Wang Yuyang still couldn't help but dragged him to try several pieces, and in the end he found all the pieces to be good-looking, so he bought them all when he was happy.

At first, Yuan Xing refused, but now he was wearing new clothes with a very cheerful expression. After all, what children like most is to wear new clothes during the New Year.

Wang Jinyang asked the clerk for another bag to put Yuan Xing's old cotton clothes in.

The fabric where the milk tea was splashed has become sticky and greasy. After looking at it for a few times, Wang Yuyang folded the clothes and put them in the bag, then turned his head and asked Yuan Xing: "Xiao Yuan Xing, do you want to drink milk tea?"

Yuan Xing naturally never drank it before, so he asked suspiciously: "Milk, what is milk tea?"

Wang Jianyang smiled: "Good stuff."

Milk tea is a new generation of worry-relieving fairy water. Almost every young person drinks it several times a week. Although there are many varieties, only the simplest pearl milk tea can make a dejected social animal smile.

At this time, Yuan Xing was holding a large cup of hot 1000cc jasmine milk tea with taro paste, pearls, pudding, and coconut, and was at a loss.

Wang Jianyang poked it open for him with the straw, and gently pushed it: "Xiao Yuan, can you taste it?"

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment, and then took a sip of milk tea.

It's so delicious that your eyes shine!

Wang Jianyang poked open his cup of milk tea with a smile: "It's delicious."

Yuan Xing's little cheeks were bulging, chewing on the pearl pudding nata de coco and taro in his mouth, he said vaguely: "That's good."

He added: "Hey, hey, it looks like porridge."

This metaphor really made Wang Jianyang laugh, he reached out and touched Yuan Xing's head: "Then drink less, don't hold on."

Yuan Xing was drinking milk tea when he suddenly saw his mother and grandma taking their children out to play in the distance.

The child was only four or five years old, with a snow-white hat and two hanging rabbit ears. When the child pinched the braid-like thing hanging from his temples, the rabbit ears stood up, attracting the attention of the mother next to him. Laugh straight with grandma.

Yuan Xing chewed the pearls in his mouth slowly, stared at the place with his eyes right and wrong, and watched for a long time without paying attention.

"Yuanxing?" Wang Jianyang's words interrupted his thoughts.

Yuan Xing's eyes slowly moved to Wang Yuyang, then put down the milk tea in his hand, blinked, and asked:

"Mr. Happy, you, why are you being so nice to me?"