Ding, your little fool is online

It was only 09:30 when I got home, and I only stayed at home for two and a half hours. Although Wang Yuyang missed Yuan Xing, he still planned to stay at home for the morning, and he had to eat lunch before going back. After all, it was rare to come back.

When the wind and snow subsided a little and the sun came out, my grandfather proposed to take a walk in the village and visit the neighbors.

The grandparents and grandchildren walked in the village, stepping on the thin snow under their feet.

After walking through several households, Wang Yuyang had seen them all when he was a child, and he also remembered them. He smiled and said happy new year to the old man at home, and took out the red envelopes he had prepared for the younger generation.

"Thank you brother Yangyang." The child thanked him while sniffling.

Wang Yuyang smiled gently, and couldn't help thinking of Yuan Xing, who wanted to give Yuan Xing a big red envelope when he went back.

"Yang Yang works well in the capital, right?" an old man laughed.

"It's okay, enough to eat." Wang Jianyang.

"My family, Yang Yang, works very well in the capital." Grandpa's words were full of pride and honor.

"Brother Yangyang is so powerful." A junior held a red envelope in his hand, his eyes full of admiration.

Wang Jianyang smiled, noncommittal.

The conversation between the two old people ranged from Wang Yuyang's work to the current reality. After chatting for more than an hour, Wang Yuyang's grandfather slapped his ass and left.

When I got home, my grandma was cooking rice. Seeing this, my grandpa hurriedly drove her to the chair in the Ming Hall again, instructing Wang Yuyang to find Xiao Mi and cook with him.

After heating the oil in the pan, my grandfather skillfully threw the chopped green onions, ginger, and garlic into the hot oil.

"Yang Yang doesn't have any plans?" Grandpa frowned in the oily smoke.

"What's the plan?" Wang Yuyang pretended to be stupid while chopping mushrooms.

Grandpa said: "Aren't you pretending to be stupid again? I asked you just now, when will your grandma and I have a great-grandson?"

Wang Jianyang put the cut mushrooms on the plate: "I don't know either."

You may not believe it when you tell it. To be honest, Grandpa, you may not have this chance.

But there will be another well-behaved and lovely grandson, and he can be raised as a great-grandson if he wants to.

Guaranteed cute, not cute my last name is written upside down.

Wang Yuyang thought about it and smiled. Grandpa saw him snickering, and threw a spring onion at him: "Why are you laughing? Go and get the ham that is drying outside the yard."

After the meal was ready, the grandparents and grandchildren found that there were too many dishes on the table today.

Grandpa looked at it with a headache: "The old lady must be nagging again."

Wang Yuyang thought for a while and asked, "Do you have a fresh-keeping box at home?"

"Yes." The grandpa and grandson opened their eyes with one look, "Now it's cold and I can save things, you can take some back home for dinner."

Putting a few extra dishes into the fresh-keeping box, Wang Yuyang weighed it, and thought that when he went back, he could buy some more rice from the restaurant near Yuanxing's house, which was just right for dinner.

Before lunch, Wang Yuyang found an excuse to go out and call Yuan Xing, telling him to remember to eat lunch, and if he is not very hungry, eat a few candies to replenish his energy.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing nodded in agreement.

Noisy voices and car horns came from Wang Jianyang's receiver, so he asked suspiciously, "Xiao Yuan is lucky not to be at home?"

Yuan Xing was squatting on the ground, staring intently at the old books on the stall: "No, I'm not here, I'm out for a walk."

Because when he is alone at home, he can't help but think of some sad things.

Hugging the little white dog, Yuan Xing buried his face in the top of the puppy's head, blinked his eyes, thinking that Mr. Happy took him out to play all day yesterday, and he didn't think about grandma's death during the whole day with Mr. Happy .

So he thought about it, put on his clothes and went out.

Even though it was snowing, the streets on the second day of the Lunar New Year were still extremely lively. Maybe the city management was on holiday during the Chinese New Year. There were many food stalls and stalls selling things in the small square near Yuanxing's house, attracting many surrounding residents.

Yuanxing had only seen such formations at fairs and temple fairs when he was a child.

The aroma of all kinds of food was overflowing, and the greedy Yuan Xing moved his nose, but because he didn't have much money in his pocket, he had to walk around the stall a few times, and walked to a small stall selling books.

Before his brain was burned out, Yuan Xing was one of the best smart students in that small place with poor educational conditions. For a while, many teachers who had taught him also came to visit him, sighing in their mouths.

At that time, Yuan Xing liked reading very much, and he basically read all the books in the small reading room at the school.

And now Yuan Xing, because of that high fever, can't even recognize a few words.

Even so, he can't help but cheer up when he sees books.

"Going out?" Wang Yuyang asked, "Is it still snowing in the city? Have you brought your scarf and hat? Don't talk to people when you go out."

Wang Jianyang couldn't help but gave a lot of instructions, and after Yuan Xing answered "The snow stopped, I took it with me, I didn't say anything", before asking: "Where did you go?"

"That, that small square." Yuan Xing lowered his head and touched the book closest to his hand, "Yes, there is a bookstall, I am reading books."

He can't read a few words now, so he can only flip through the pictures in the book casually.

"Reading." Wang Jianyang tapped the fresh-keeping box a few times with his fingertips, "What book are you reading?"

Yuan Xing turned over the book in his hand. Fortunately, he knew the characters of the title of the book, so he whispered: "Little, little prince."

On the cover is a beautiful planet, with a little boy with blond hair, yellow scarf and green clothes, and a red rose beside him. There seems to be something like glitter on the petals, with exquisite craftsmanship and good luck Can't put it down.

Seeing this, the stall owner said, "No counter-offer for 20 copies."

Before the phone was hung up, Yuan Xing pursed his lips: "I, I'll just take a look, I won't buy it."

The stall owner said "Oh", looked at the dirty padded jacket on Yuan Xing's body and the small straight cell phone that had been out of production for many years, and heard his stuttering, said: "If you don't have money, don't rummage around. What if I break it? .”

One sentence is said lightly, it is obviously a small business but it is extremely sarcastic, as if looking down on people.

Yuan Xing heard this tone too much, and didn't have much reaction, just said: "Okay, okay."

But after Wang Jianyang heard these words, his expression changed instantly.

He asked, "Xiao Yuanxing, do you want this book?"

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment: "I don't want to."

Another lie without stuttering.

"Who are you calling Yang Yang?" Grandpa shouted from the other end, "Come to eat."

"Wait for Grandpa." Wang Jianyang answered while covering the receiver.

Then he turned his head and continued to say to Yuanxing: "Then I want it, you can buy it for me, Xiao Yuanxing."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, then took out his pocket and took out a crumpled five yuan bill, "But, but..."

Having been with him for so long, Wang Yuyang naturally understands what he is most worried about: "Are you asking about that person's payment account?"

Yuan Xing didn't know what this was, so he asked the stall owner, "Excuse me, do you have an account to pay Gu, Gu?"

The stall owner was puzzled for a moment, thinking that Yuan Xing was going to buy it, and pointed to the QR code on the small bar beside it, with a series of numbers below it.

Yuan Xing read this string of numbers to Wang Yuyang, and after a while, he heard a bright voice from the stall owner's mobile phone, "Payment has arrived, 20 yuan."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, thinking that it was Mr. Happy who sent the money, and then reached out to pick up the book: "Yes, Mr. Happy, I got the book for you."

Just turned around and took a few steps, Yuan Xing called again, stopping his steps, he said to Wang Yuyang: "Ah? Come on, Mr. Happy, this doesn't seem too good, okay... Really, really want me to do this Say, did you say it?"

"Go, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Jianyang encouraged from there.

Yuan Xing whispered, "No, no..."

Although he knew he was refusing, but with that soft voice, it sounded like he was acting like a baby.

Wang Yuyang wanted to surrender in an instant, but he also wanted to train Yuan Xing, after all, he said he wanted to grow up with Yuan Xing.

Wang Yuyang: "Xiao Yuanxing believes in yourself, you can do it, go back and bring you delicious food, I have been talking to you on the phone to cheer you up, be brave."

"Then, that's fine." Yuan Xing grabbed the book in his arms tightly, "I'll just say, just say one thing."

Then he turned around abruptly and walked towards the bookstall, his little face was full of seriousness, and he was full of arrogance, but it was a pity that he took a detour.

"Huh?" Seeing him returning, the stall owner asked, "Do you want to buy any more books?"

Yuan Xing pursed his upper and lower lips, and stopped beside the bookstall.

Stall owner: "?"

Yuan Xing blinked, and pretended to be on the other end of the phone: "Hurry up, drive the best, the best car in the house, old, old four come four, oh no, come on, come on, pick me up!"

He mustered up a lot of courage, but he still lacked confidence, and he stumbled more than before. After all, he was still putting on a show.

The stall owner was taken aback for a moment, seeing that this man was dressed in such shabby clothes, he still couldn't believe it.

But just 1 minute later, there was really an extended Lincoln parked in front of the bookstore, and a tall man in a suit and sunglasses came down and walked straight to Yuan Xing, bowed, and said politely: "Master."

Then, taking advantage of the stall owner's inattention, he whispered, "I'm Wang Zhen...a friend of Mr. Happy."

At the same time, Wang Yuyang said on the phone: "Xiao Yuanxing, this is my friend, follow him to the car."

Wang Yuyang's friend happened to live nearby, and when he was eating oranges at home, Wang Yuyang called to pick up the kid, and asked him to wear a suit and sunglasses.

It's very boring, and this friend is also very good at acting: "Master, are you going to smash this stall? Are there people in the car?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was stunned, that's not what Mr. Kaixin said to himself.

Wang Yuyang on the other end of the phone heard the doubt, and hurriedly said: "Momentum, momentum Xiao Yuanxing, just say no, let's go."

So Yuan Xing immediately stood up again: "No, no need, me, let's go."

Before closing the car door, Yuan Xing thought for a while, hugged the book tightly, and then turned to the book stall owner and said, "Shao, the young dog sees people as inferior."

Then, under the stunned eyes of the book stall owner, Wang Yuyang's kind friend slammed the door of the car.

Book stall owner: "Wang?"

After getting in the car, Motoko sat on the leather seat in an orderly manner, with the book on his knees, one hand on the book, and the other hand holding the phone to his ear, with a nervous smile on his face, sitting incomparably Well-behaved and extremely funny.

In the earphones is Wang Yuyang's voice, constantly praising him.

But Yuan Xing couldn't hear the voice clearly, his heart was beating fast, and the thumping sound overwhelmed Wang Jianyang's voice.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips as if he hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time.

After the last sentence was uttered just now, Yuan Xing felt very comfortable, like the moment he saw the light after driving out of a dark tunnel tens of thousands of meters away.

"Yuan Xing?" Wang Yuyang called out again, "Xiao Yuan Xing? What are you in a daze for?"

Only then did Yuan Xing come to his senses, and hurriedly said "ah", "Yes, yes."

"Distracted?" Wang Yuyang glanced at the grandparents who had already moved their chopsticks, and said, "When my friend puts you at the intersection, I will ask him to give you 100 yuan, and you will go home after a while Go wait for me."

After confirming that he got out of the car safely and received 100 yuan, Wang Yuyang hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, there was another snowstorm in the outskirts of Beijing. Wang Yuyang stared at the phone for a while and smiled.

Yuan Xing's last sentence just now, "Young dog sees people as inferior", was not taught by him.

After thinking about it, he smiled again, shook his head and went to eat.

After lunch, Wang Yuyang took a few fresh-keeping boxes and a trunk full of dried vegetables and special products that his grandparents stuffed into him and set out on the road.

Yuan Xing didn't move a cent of the 100 yuan he got from Wang Jinyang's friend. He sat on a chair in the park by the roadside, biting a lollipop, dangling his legs, and placed the book "The Little Prince" on his lap.

The book was covered with a plastic cover, which looked shiny under the light. Motoko looked at the front and back covers repeatedly, curious about the contents of the book.

But this is a book bought by Mr. Happy, and Yuan Xing couldn't open it privately, so he had to look at the roses on the cover a few times, and wait until he saw Mr. Happy at night to ask him if he could borrow it for himself.

In the evening, Wang Yuyang brought the meal made by his grandfather to Yuan Xing's house.

After taking off his snow-stained overcoat, he warmed up the meal on the small induction cooker.

The induction cooker was humming, and the heat was rising up. There were a few dolls on the small table beside him. Motoko's quilt was neatly folded, and there was a cute little white dog on the pillow.There was a layer of white gas inside the window, and from the outside, only the dim light from the small window on the fifth floor could be seen, and the temperature inside the room was warm and beautiful.

The orange light filled the room, Yuan Xing sat on the sofa and looked at Wang Yuyang's back, looked down at the unopened "Little Prince" in his hand, and pursed his lips.

Just as he was about to speak, Wang Yuyang said first, "Xiao Yuanxing, I won a prize yesterday."

Yuan Xing had no choice but to swallow his own words, and asked, "What, what award?"

"A mobile phone." Wang Jianyang said.

Of course it wasn't the winning prize, it was Wang Jianyang who took it from a mobile phone shop in the corner of the corner of someone's face. It was the same model as Yuan Xing's cell phone that was broken by Zhao Jiming.

When he tried to show Yuan Xing the Xiaomi in the morning but failed, he thought about whether to change Yuan Xing's smartphone, and register a social account for him, so that he can contact him anytime, anywhere, mainly through video.

Thinking about being able to see Xiao Yuanxing anytime and anywhere, Wang Yuyang rubbed his hands happily, burned a piece of rice cake, and happily threw it into the trash can.

A few dishes were put on the table, and the two sat on the small bench to prepare the meal. Wang Yiyang bent his long legs and took out a small box from the bag beside him.

In order not to burden Yuan Xing psychologically, Wang Yuyang specifically said: "I didn't spend any money, I got it by winning a lottery. I think it looks the same as your previous mobile phone. Xiao Yuan Xing, can you take a look?"

Yuan Xing had used the phone for quite a long time, and the touch screen was easy to use, and he didn't need Wang Yuyang to teach him how to use it. Yuan Xing felt it thoroughly within a short time after turning it on.

"I'll give it to you as a New Year's gift, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Qianyang filled him with a bowl of hot soup.

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He accepted Mr. Happy's New Year's gift, and he should reciprocate the gift, but after looking around, he found that the purpose was either that he couldn't get it out, or that Mr. Happy bought it for himself.

After thinking about it, he actually still has a gift he plans to give to Mr. Happy.

"I, I also have a present for you, Mr. Happy."

He got up from the dining table and ran to the window sill to take a cold flower pot.

"What is this?" Wang Qianyang asked.

The black soil in the flowerpot is still wet, but there are small white spots exposed in the soil.

Yuan Xing's shoe tip was crushed on the ground, he seemed a little embarrassed: "Yes, it's a surprise flower..."

There were lollipops from flower seeds hidden in the box of paper sticks, and Yuan Xing had already eaten them, and then stuffed the paper sticks he had accumulated into the soil.

It was written on the candy packaging that it was planted in the soil in spring. Yuan Xing checked it himself, and it was already considered spring in early February, so he planted the flowers in the paper sticks and watered them every morning. After a month, he could see them The surprise took.

The candy was given to him by Wang Jiyang, and he planned to give a pot of fragrance to his Mr. Happy after the potted flower bloomed.

It's not yet the time for the flowers to bloom, but there is no way, Yuan Xing, who has nothing on hand, can only take it out now.

"Surprise flower." Wang Jian said, reaching out to pick it up.

"Now, I won't give it to you now." Motoko turned his hand and hugged the flower pot back, "Wait, I'll give it to you when it blooms."

The flower seeds are a gift from Mr. Happy, and the little star only needs to spend time and water the flowers.

When the flowers bloom in March, you can send this love to a happy place.

Wang Yuyang rolled his eyes and said, "Then I'll wait until March, for the rest of my life."

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning of the words, and carefully put the flowerpot back: "Besides, it will bloom in another month, no, don't have to wait so long."

"Okay, then I'll wait until March." Wang Yuyang smiled dotingly, "Come to eat, Xiao Yuanxing."

"Ok!"

The author has something to say: Little Xingxing is the cutest and does not accept rebuttals. If he is not cute, write Pharaoh’s surname upside down (funny)