Ding, your little fool is online

That night, Yuan Xing slept very comfortingly. Although he had no sweet dreams, he also had no nightmares. He was calm and peaceful.

But there is one point, he always seems to feel that there is a gentle kiss on the forehead and cheek, and it disappears with a light touch, and then another one falls, like snowflakes and feathers, it is extremely gentle.

Take him into a dream with the little white dog in his arms.

When Wang Yuyang woke up, there was still the sound of even breathing in his ears.The phone was turned on all night, and the temperature was astonishingly hot, so hot that Wang Yuyang always felt that the next time he slept with Xiao Xingxing, the phone would blow up in his sleep.

"Yuanxing?" Wang Jianyang called softly.

There was no movement on the other side, presumably still asleep.

Glancing at the time, Wang Yuyang gently hung up the phone and sent Yuan Xing that he was going out in the morning, and asked him to wake up and eat some bread mats bought from the supermarket yesterday to pad his stomach, and then obediently wait at home for him to go in the afternoon.

It was still daylight when he went out, and Wang Yuyang realized that it had snowed last night, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and there was a creaking sound when he stepped on it.

The second day of the Lunar New Year was originally the day when the daughter brought her husband and son back to her natal home.

But the daughter is gone, the husband is back, and the only one who can go back is the son.

As early as when Wang Jinyang's mother was ill, because of Wang Jinan's work problems, he neglected to take care of her mother. When his mother died, the relationship between him and his mother-in-law's natal family was like a paper window.

If there was still a little bit of affection in the original relationship, it was completely broken when Wang Jinan ordered Linghan to marry. At that time, Wang Jianyang's violent grandfather was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and almost ruined the wedding.

Since then, Wang Jinan has never had any contact with his deceased wife's family, and every new year, Wang Jinyang will go back alone.

The windshield wipers waved the snow on the car window, Wang Yuyang turned on the heater and air conditioner in the car, haha, waited for the temperature to rise a bit, and then drove forward according to the navigation.

The snowy road was difficult to walk, and after nearly two hours of detours, Wang Yuyang arrived at the navigation destination.

Grandpa and grandma live in a small village on the outskirts of the city. Although the surrounding area is surrounded by red brick houses in wheat fields, there is a small courtyard in Huizhou architectural style, with white walls and blue tiles. Snow White is as beautiful as a scroll of ink painting.

"Yang Yang is back." Grandpa led him into the door, walked a few steps around the back hall, and saw grandma sitting in the Ming hall.

A little bit of snowflakes fell from the sky on the other side of the courtyard, and fell in a square area, and some snowflakes fell into the fish tank, leaving a layer of white on the residual lotus.

There was a white cat lying on grandma's lap, squinting its eyes and sleeping contentedly.

Seeing Wang Yuyang, grandma stood up, and the white cat jumped off her lap and walked into the white snow, leaving a few plum blossoms behind and blending into the white sky.

The two old people lived comfortably in a small courtyard away from the hustle and bustle of the capital.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, Wang Yuyang drove for nearly two hours, and two old people were waiting for him at home for two hours.

"Did you have dinner sooner or later?" Grandma asked him with a smile. The old lady grew up in the southern water town, and even at this age, she still speaks softly.

"No." Wang Yuyang put the bought things on the table in the Ming Hall, "I'm waiting to come back and eat."

"Okay, okay." Grandma walked towards the kitchen. Her knees seemed to be bad, and she was wearing a thick knee pad. After walking a few steps, she stopped and tapped the hammer lightly.

Grandpa rushed into the small kitchen in front of her, and said in a blunt tone: "The old lady has bad knees, so she can sit there, Yangyang, you go and catch Xiaomi to warm your grandma's knees."

"Okay." Wang Jianyang smiled, looking for Xiaomi.

Except at Yuan Xing's place, this is a rare environment where he can smile so comfortably.

Thinking of this, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice. He set the mobile phone to silent while driving. At this time, he thought it was a text message, but unexpectedly vibrated tirelessly. He took it out and saw that it was a call from Xiao Xingxing.

If it was normal, Yuan Xing might send a text message, but now he will directly make a phone call.

So the smile on Wang Yuyang's face became a little more comfortable, and he held the Xiaomi he had just caught in one hand, and stood under the gate to answer the phone.

"Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing's voice sounded like he had just woken up, "I, I saw your text message."

The sound of the bell shaking came, and Wang Yuyang said softly: "Wake up, Xiao Yuanxing, is it cold at home?"

After struggling a few times, Yuan Xing opened his eyes and wrapped the quilt tightly: "Yes, it's a little cold."

A snowflake fell on Mi's nose, and the curious little cat couldn't help sticking out its tongue and licking it.

Wang Yuyang looked at the wind and snow in his eyes: "Put on your clothes, get up and look out the window."

Yuan Xing put on all the clothes obediently, leaving the sound of cloth rubbing to Wang Yuyang, then jumped out of bed with his mobile phone and walked to the window.

The window was covered with a white layer of water vapor, Yuan Xing wiped it with his hand, and the scene outside the window came into his eyes.

There was a vast white snow scene, and snowflakes continued to fall from the dome, as soft as feathers, swirling slightly in the air, and finally sent to Motoko's window sill, where they merged with the snowflakes that had already arrived.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Xing couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Strange, no wonder..." He subconsciously said.

No wonder I always felt like being kissed one after another last night. It turned out that it really snowed...

Seeing the snow scene everywhere at this time, Yuan Xing felt a little strange.

However, Wang Qianyang didn't know what Yuan Xing was talking about, so he asked, "Why not?"

Yuan Xing, who doesn't stutter when he tells lies: "Hey, I don't have anything."

He smiled honestly, and his voice came softly, like snowflakes falling on Wang Jianyang's heart, tickling people's hearts.

Xiao Mi in his arms suddenly "meowed", and Yuan Xing on the other end caught the sound, and his tone was a little excited: "Yes, there is a kitten, is there a kitten?"

Wang Yuyang looked down at Xiaomi who was playing with snowflakes with her paws: "Yes, do you want to see the kitten? It's white."

"Think, think."

When he was in a small mountain village in the south, Motoko's family raised a kitten, but it was a pity that it died after taking rat poison within a year.

"Then I'll send you a video call." Wang Jianyang felt something was wrong after saying this.

He and Yuan Xing were talking on the phone, not using the voice chat on social software, and Yuan Xing's cell phone was an old-fashioned candy bar, and it seemed that it didn't have the function of video calling. Besides, Yuan Xing might not have the two commonly used ones. social software account.

"It seems, it seems impossible." Yuan Xing also discovered this problem, and his tone was slightly embarrassed, "No, but, it doesn't matter."

With that said, he ran back to the bed and picked up the little white dog, sat on the bed and patted its head, and the crisp ringing rang through the phone.

"I, I have a little white dog." Yuan Xing said, "Although, although it can't bark, bark."

Wang Jianyang smiled, and while teasing Xiao Mi so that Yuan Xing could hear her meow more, he said, "Speaking of which, I also have a puppy."

"Yes, Mr. Happy also has a puppy?" Yuan Xing asked excitedly.

"Yes." Wang Yuyang said softly, as if he could see his hopeful expression through Yuan Xing's voice.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Yuyang said, "I picked up the puppy. It was so pitiful before."

When he first met Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing was like a poor and helpless puppy, always being bullied and cold-eyed, so poor that he always wanted to pet the puppy's furry head.

"Later, I picked up the puppy home... No, I didn't pick it up at home."

After all, Yuanxing is still living in his small rental house.

"I left the puppy in its original place." Wang Jianyang said, "However, I placed a very warm and comfortable nest for the puppy, bought new clothes and a lot of food, and often went to see the puppy. he."

"Huh?" Yuan Xing asked, "Why, why, Mr. Kaixin didn't bring the puppy home, what about the puppy at home?"

Wang Yuyang smiled: "I really want to, but the puppy probably doesn't want to go to my house for the time being. It depends on the puppy's own wishes."

Wang Yuyang stroked Xiaomi's soft fur, and asked tentatively, "If it's Xiao Yuanxing, would you like to go back with me?"

"Wish, willing is willing, I can see Mr. Happy every day, every day." Yuan Xing said.

The tone changed again: "Yes, but, but I'm not a puppy."

Wang Jianyang couldn't help laughing: "Yes, so we have to see the puppy's wishes, and we can take him back when he is willing."

"This, so..." Yuan Xing lowered his head and patted the little white dog's head again, "Then, when can I go and see the little dog?"

Wang Jianyang was taken aback, it seems that if there is a chance, he will buy a puppy and start raising a dog?

"There is a chance." Wang Jianyang said, "I have a chance to show you."

The two chatted for a few more words, and the voice of grandfather urging him to come to dinner came from the other side of the white wall. Wang Jianyang briefly explained to Yuan Xing, hung up the phone and took Xiao Mi back to the courtyard.

He wiped Xiao Mi's slush-covered four paws clean, put them on grandma's lap after tidying up, scratched his chin, and then went to have breakfast.

A small wonton and rice balls are all the tastes in Wang Yuyang's memory.

Grandma touched Xiao Mi in her arms and asked: "Who was Yang Yang calling just now? After calling for so long, the voice is so gentle. Is it your girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Grandpa also echoed, "Once the Lunar New Year is over, you will officially turn 30 in April next year. When will your grandparents hug your great-grandson?"

Although Wang Yuyang came out a long time ago, he did not let the elders in his family know about it.

He ate a small wonton and didn't know how to speak, so he ate another small wonton, along with fresh soup and shrimp skin.

"No."

Grandma asked, "That's it?"

Wang Yuyang thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and took out the photo on Dai Yuanxing's disability certificate that he took when he was sick, and showed it to his grandmother.

Grandpa also came over, Wang Yuyang said, "It's this kid."

Then based on the current relationship between the two, he said: "My friend, a friend with a very good relationship, he is very cute and I like it."

I really like it.

The child in the photo has drooping eyes, a mole of tears under his eyes, and the corners of his lips are naturally upturned. He is very pleasing just by looking at it.

"It's so cute." Grandma squinted her eyes, "It's cute when you look at it, and you like it when you look at it."

Grandma This is another favorite.

Grandpa found reading glasses out of nowhere and came over to have a look, and repeated: "It's cute, I like it too."

Wang Jianyang smiled with satisfaction.

Gaining the favorability of the second elder in the family, it seems that the little star of the family is still as attractive as ever.

The two old people don't know Wang Yuyang's sexual orientation, but if Wang Yuyang wants to be with Yuan Xing, he must not hide it from them. Now grandpa and grandma like Xiao Xingxing very much, it seems that the road ahead will be much easier in the future.

After breakfast, Wang Yuyang wiped his mouth and went up the mountain with the things he needed to go to the grave.

The ancestral grave at home is halfway up the mountain, and the wind and snow were a lot heavier when they went out. When they walked halfway up the mountain, the three of them were already covered with snow.

In front of the mother's tomb stands a small stone tablet with the name and photo engraved on it.

Grandpa and grandma are standing behind, holding an umbrella.

Wang Qianyang brushed off the white snow on the stele, swept the snow out of an open space in front of the tomb, placed tribute, lit the yellow paper, knelt in the wind and snow, and kowtowed a few times as in previous years.

When he got up, there was a layer of snow and mud on Wang Jianyang's knees, but he didn't reach out to wipe them off, but let them stay on his knees.

The wind howled and the snow was fluttering.

When Wang Jianyang realized that his sexual orientation was different from ordinary people, the first person he told was his mother. At that time, he was a little panicked.

The mother told him very gently that this is a normal psychology, but the person he likes is different from others, and it is all a kind of love in the final analysis.

When his mother was dying, before the hospital bed, he took Wang Yuyang's hand and said that the most regrettable thing was that he couldn't see the person he loved, and he didn't know what kind of child he would be.

Wang Qianyang looked at the photo on the tombstone quietly.

His heart trembled slightly, he had already been found, he was a very lovely person, although his mother could no longer see him, his grandparents had already seen him, and they all liked him very much.

Mother would love him very much too.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger. After the grandfather wiped away the tears of the grandmother, he said to Wang Yuyang, "Yangyang, go back."

"Okay." Wang Jianyang opened the umbrella in his hand, supported his grandmother, and walked down the mountain slowly.

The author has something to say: Little theater, Yuan Xing (coming out to show cuteness): I, I came a little late, sisters don’t, don’t be angry qaq