Ding, your little fool is online

As early as half a month ago, when he was in the flower market, Wang Yuyang had secretly kissed him on the forehead, but Yuan Xing didn't see him through a hat.

But this time there was no hat, and Yuan Xing saw it.

The kiss was superficial, just a light kiss and then left quickly.

Just a little taste, very restrained.

Yuan Xing stretched out his hand to touch his forehead in a daze, touched the place where Wang Yuyang had kissed, and stuttered badly: "Open, open, happy, first, sir..."

It seems a little overwhelmed.

Wang Yuyang was in a happy mood, and bent his index finger and flicked it lightly on his forehead. When his fingers touched the forehead, Yuan Xing would always close his eyes subconsciously.

In my impression, such a gentle kiss seems to only exist in childhood.When I was young, my mother would always hug him, kiss his cheeks over and over again, and call him "Xing Xing, my Xing Xing, must be happier than me."

However, such a beautiful memory also disappeared with the high fever, leaving only a gentle shadow.

And Mr. Happy's kiss reminded him of this memory again, and Xiao Xingxing couldn't help but think that the reason her mother kissed her was because she was her own mother.

What about Mr. Happy?

Who is Mr. Happy?

Yuan Xing thought about it hard, and then blinked hard, but couldn't figure out why.

His heart was beating violently, thumping and thumping, shaking the warmth that had been stored in his heart for a day and night, erupting like magma.

Seeing the way he winked his eyes, Wang Yuyang smiled and said, "Okay, Xiao Yuanxing, I'm going back. Remember to put on your earphones later."

After speaking, he patted his head again, and gently closed the door.

After Wang Yuyang left, Yuan Xing still maintained the posture before Wang Yuyang left, touching his forehead with one hand and holding the little white dog in the other, still in deep thought.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Motoko blinked again.

what is it?

Yuan Xing thought for a while, and thought of the word that was frequently spoken during the day - "like", took out his mobile phone, turned to the phone book and found Mr. Happy.

Then change "Mr. Happy" to "Mr. Happy Liked".

The answer seems to be on the horizon.

After happily changing the name of the note, Yuan Xing put down the little white dog, and according to Wang Yuyang's instructions, put several large and small plastic bags on the sofa, saying that he would help sort and tidy up when he came back tomorrow. But Yuan Xing had nothing to do at this time, so he opened the bag by himself, hung up the new clothes, put the old clothes in the basin, poured the laundry and soaked them.

Then he boiled hot water to soak his little feet, washed them, and lay down on the bed with the little white dog in his arms. At the same time, he did not forget to put the earphones by the pillow.

The house was quiet, except for the sound of the leaking faucet dripping water, splashing wetly into the dishes that would not be washed in the future.

Yuan Xing lay on the bed with his eyes open in the dark, his thoughts drifting randomly.

The child's brain doesn't remember anything, he has been staying with Mr. Happy during the day, and his life is happy and fulfilling, but now he only has a little white dog by his side, and only the sound of dripping water and his own breathing are in his ears.

The first night of the Lunar New Year is full of New Year's flavor, and there are still people putting off fireworks outside.

The orange light shone on his face for a moment, and then it quickly retreated to darkness. Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes at the moment when the fireworks shone on his face, and then never opened them again.

He thought of grandma.

Holding the little white dog in his arms, Yuan Xing slowly curled himself up.

After the day's laughter and laughter subsided, he was alone at this moment, and the sadness spread with the darkness, swallowing him mercilessly the moment he closed his eyes.

Yuan Hongming didn't make a second call after Yuan Hongming called last night. Yuan Xing was able to breathe, but during the breathing process, grief always lingered around him. He was driven away by joy during the day, and when he was alone in the middle of the night, he quickly recovered. swallow everything.

Yuan Xing hugged the little white dog in his arms tightly, his arms were tightened until he trembled slightly, his body curled up protectively, his face was buried in the fur, and he gritted his teeth hard to prevent himself from crying.

But he misses grandma very much.

His grandmother has treated him well since he was a child. After his mother left, only his grandmother was willing to take him with him. When he came to Beijing, his grandmother was the one who hated him the most. The 500 yuan was given to him by saving money.

However, grandma is gone now, and I don't even know when I went there, let alone when I talked to grandma for the last time.

I don’t know if my grandma’s throat got better after that, if she still coughs frequently when she speaks, if her knees will still be sore on rainy days, I don’t know...

But Yuan Xing thought so much, and all his emotions could only be buried in the whimpers and tears that were about to burst into his eyes.

The bell on the little white dog's neck shook slightly, and the crisp sound echoed in the small bed.

Immediately afterwards, the phone rang beside the pillow outside the bed.

The ringtone temporarily cut off Yuanxing's sadness. He rubbed his eyes, reached out and dragged the phone into the cup, and pressed the answer button with his eyes dim.

"Hello." A reassuring voice came from the other end, but the tone was a little anxious, "Xiao Yuanxing, are you asleep?"

Wang Yuyang never thought about how nonsensical the question he just asked was. Yuan Xing must have been awake, otherwise who would answer his phone now.

Before making the phone call, Wang Yuyang didn't think too much about what to say, he just wanted to quickly end the conversation with his family, go back to his house, and quickly call Xiao Yuanxing. It was getting dark, and he would definitely be thinking wildly when he was alone at home. If I cry again, I won't be able to rush over this time.

This is why I asked such a nonsensical question at the beginning.

"No, no." Yuan Xing tried his best to sniff his nose to make his voice normal, but the nasal voice of Weng Weng still betrayed him.

There was helplessness in Wang Yuyang's eyes, but he didn't expose him: "That's good."

The gentle voice came through the electric current, and just a few words dispelled the sadness lingering in Motoko's heart.

Yuan Xing hugged the little white dog tightly: "Go, Mr. Happy, are you home yet?"

Wang Yuyang stood in front of the window, holding a mobile phone in his hand, colorful lights softened his brows and eyes: "Here we are, did Xiao Yuanxing lie down?"

Yuan Xing turned over under the quilt so that Wang Yuyang could hear the sound of the cloth: "Lie down, I just lay down."

When turning over, the bell on the puppy's neck "jingle" rang, and it was transmitted to Wang Yuyang.

"Are you sleeping with the puppy?" he asked.

"Yes." Yuan Xing hugged the puppy in his arms even tighter, and the bell made another crisp sound.

"That's it." Wang Yuyang lowered his head, took out the earphones from his pocket and put them on his ears, put the phone on the table, and paced in the bedroom by himself.

Both the air and the electric current were silent for a while, and the two stayed together during the day, but at this time Wang Qianyang was not worried about having nothing to say to Yuan Xing.

After receiving a call from Zhang Mingxing in the afternoon, Wang Yuyang guessed that the reason why Yuan Xing's life is so miserable may be that Yuan Hongming has been asking him for money, and he should have asked for a large sum a year ago, otherwise Yuan Xing would not have met Guang in the morning Foundation work.

And Yuan Hongming concealed the news of his grandma's death, probably asking for money in the name of grandma. Yuan Xing loved his grandma so much and was innocent, so he would definitely give money.

Although Wang Yuyang had already guessed this ending, every time he thought of it, he would always feel angry, wishing to kill the person who made his little star fall to this point.

Guessing that it was almost impossible, Wang Yuyang didn't intend to ask Yuan Xing anything, so as to avoid forcing him to recall those bad things.

Yuan Xing already knew the fact of grandma's death now, Yuan Hongming should not be able to continue cheating money under the guise of grandma, but Wang Yuyang felt that even so, in terms of Yuan Hongming's character and quality, he would use it again if he was not complete. What reason is there to cheat money from Yuan Xing.

Even though he only heard a few words about Yuan Hongming from Zhang Xingxing.

In order to avoid such a thing from happening, Wang Yuyang felt that it was necessary for him to side-talk with Yuan Xing.

So he asked, "Xiao Yuanxing, how much is your monthly salary?"

Although Yuan Xing didn't understand what Wang Yuyang meant by this, he still answered honestly: "Three, three thousand three."

The place where Yuan Xing works should not pay five social insurances and one housing fund, so it seems that I should take time to provide Yuan Xing with medical insurance or something.

"Except for the rent?"

"Also, there are one thousand and three more."

"Then how much money will you have at the end of the month?"

"No, it's gone." Yuan Xing's tone was a little disappointed, "However, sometimes you can leave one, one or two hundred yuan."

The quality and facilities of the house that Yuan Xing rented were not particularly good. At first glance, it looked like a self-rented house. Although it was considered a single room, it was really not worth the price in this location.The conditions of the surrounding shared houses are better than this, and the rent is also cheaper than this.

It seems that in the future, I will help Yuan Xing find a better house closer to his work. If possible, I will live in my own house.

"One thousand and three..." Wang Yuyang frowned. Their platform had done a survey on the living expenses of college students before, and it was generally around 1500 to 2000, and they didn't need to pay the rent for living in dormitories.

As for Yuan Xing's 1300, in addition to the careful calculation of food and clothing, a part of it will be divided by Yuan Hongming.

But Wang Jianyang couldn't directly tell Yuan Xing not to send money to his father in the future, otherwise it would bring back sad memories.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yuyang said, "Shall we play a game? Xiao Yuanxing."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Xing replied softly.

Wang Qianyang asked: "Do you like to eat and play with me, do you like me to be with you all the time?"

Yuan Xing hurriedly nodded under the quilt: "I like it, I like it."

"Then do you think this is good?" Wang Yuyang twitched his fingers, "When you reach the end of the month, if you have saved more than 500 yuan, I will grant you one wish, okay?"

Yuan Xing asked suspiciously: "Yes, do you want me to use it, 500 yuan?"

"No." Wang Yuyang smiled, "I don't want your money. On the contrary, I will grant you a wish. What do you think?"

"But..." Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment.

"Any wish is fine." Wang Jianyang added in time.

Although Yuan Xing does not need to save 500 yuan, Wang Yuyang can help him realize any wish, but he wants to use this method to let Yuan Xing take the initiative to stay away from that blood-sucking father.

He had the urge to change Yuan Xing's phone number directly, so that Yuan Hongming would never be able to find Yuan Xing again.

But in the end, Yuan Xing still has to grow up by himself, and Wang Yuyang can only accompany him, just because growth is an independent process, if he really wants Yuan Xing to understand his own heart and mind, most of the time he can only play a role in fueling the flames and adding a good job. protect his role.

Innocence is precious, but love and liking are more worth looking forward to.

But Wang Qianyang continued to insinuate, Yuan Xing couldn't help but think of Yuan Hongming asking him for money every month, and his eyes turned red quietly.

Now that grandma has passed away, Yuan Xing doesn't need to transfer money to that bank account every month.

His money is only given to grandma and mother, not to the bad man who always beats him and grandma, and will not take care of him when he is old.

This was Yuan Xing's decision a long time ago, before he had a high fever. He had already had this idea, and Wang Yuyang just made a mistake to help him recall it.

Yuan Xing quietly rubbed his eyes, wiped away the blush from the corners of his eyes, and it took a while before he replied: "...OK."

Wang Yuyang felt a little relieved in his heart: "Okay, then it will start from this month, Xiao Yuanxing can think about what wishes he has in advance, and he can't go back on his word."

"Well, no, no regrets."

As the words fell, the bells on the puppy's neck rang out several more crisply, and they were continuous together, making people's hearts clear. It sounded particularly long in the cold night, like an unintentionally disturbed music, or a celebration of growing up and coming out. first step.

To be happy every day and forever, you have to feel that way yourself!

After the agreement was reached, the two chatted for a long time, most of which was Wang Yuyang coaxing Yuanxing, telling him some novel things that he had seen before, listening to his soft laughter, I felt a warm satisfaction in my heart.

The pointer passed twelve o'clock, Wang Yuyang had been talking for a long time, his mouth was dry, he got up to drink a glass of water before returning to the bedroom.

In the headset, Yuan Xing suddenly called him: "Mr. Happy."

"What's wrong?" Wang Jianyang covered himself with a thin blanket.

"I really, really like you." Yuanxing said in a low voice.

The clean voice is not mixed with any superfluous things, and the love spoken from the mouth is also extremely pure.

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I like you very much, too."

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing buried half of his face in the little white dog's head again, revealing slightly narrowed eyes.

"Do you want to sleep?" Wang Yuyang asked, he checked the time, it was getting late, Yuan Xing needed to sleep, and he had to get up to see his mother after resting for a few hours.

Maybe Wang Yuyang's words were too magical, Yuan Xing yawned when he heard that he was going to sleep, and said softly, "Sleep, sleep."

"Then..." Wang Yuyang touched the earphones next to his ears, and pursed his lips.

Before he left, he asked Yuan Xing to find the earphones, so that when both of them were going to sleep, they could still hear each other's breathing with the earphones on.Furthermore, Wang Yuyang is not by Yuan Xing's side at this time, he is very afraid of what will happen to Yuan Xing, he wears earphones when he sleeps, and he can barely be regarded as being by his side, at night when he turns over or talks in sleep, he can hear it immediately .

Before the second half of the sentence came out, Yuan Xing spoke first and called him, "Go, Mr. Happy."

Wang Qianyang asked: "What's the matter?"

Yuan Xing clenched the crooked headphone cable in his hand: "You, can you not, don't hang up the phone? I think, I want to talk to you and sleep."

The night before, when Wang Yuyang hung up the phone with him, he slept very comfortably.

On the night of the first day of the new year, the second night after learning of his grandmother's death, Yuan Xing couldn't spend it alone.

Wang Yuyang also had this intention, and let go of the hand touching the earphones: "Okay, Xiao Yuan, please put on the earphones, don't plug them too tightly, or your ears will hurt."

"Hmm, um." Yuan Xing hurriedly untied the entangled headphone cable in the warm bed, and tied it into the headphone hole.

"Good night little star, have a good dream."

"Night, good night, Mr. Happy."

The last time Wang Jianyang said good night to Xiao Xingxing, Yuan Xing asked Xiao Xingxing's identity very strangely, and asked again this time.

"Happy, Mr. Happy, who is Little Xingxing?"

Wang Qianyang bent his eyes: "It's you."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was puzzled, "But me, my name is Yuan Xing."

"Then Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Qianyang asked again, "Who am I saying good night to?"

Yuan Xing said without hesitation, "It's with me..."

Without waiting for Wang Jianyang to speak again, Yuan Xing whispered "Oh" by himself: "Yes, it's me, little Xingxing."

Wang Jianyang seemed to be able to imagine Yuan Xing's suddenly enlightened expression, and couldn't help but chuckled softly: "It's you, Xiao Yuan Xing, my little star."

It's him, his little star is about to run again step by step.

"Hmm." Motoko hesitated, but didn't ask why it was the name.

Wang Yuyang yawned and lay down slowly: "Close your eyes and go to sleep, Xiao Yuanxing, let's compare who goes to bed earlier, shall we?"

"Okay, okay." Yuan Xing got his head out of the bed and took a breath of fresh air.

After saying good night to each other again, Yuan Xing breathed softly and did not speak again, but his eyes were open, looking at the ceiling.

Touching the fluffy little white dog in his arms, Yuan Xing thought about the agreement and wish he had just made with Mr. Happy.

If you wish...if you wish...

Yuan Xing thought for a while, blinked, and finally stretched out his hand and gently placed it on his forehead.

Then, let's ask for another kiss...

Forehead or face, it doesn't matter, if it's the face... the best.

The author has something to say: Shocked!A certain man actually asked his group of pet little stars to sleep with him late at night!