Ding, your little fool is online

On the night of New Year's Eve, Yuan Hongming spoke out after drinking, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional to reveal the news of grandma's death to Yuan Xing. The call between the two ended with Yuan Xing crying loudly.

After his mother left, New Year's Eve in 2019 was another dark day in Yuanxing's life. He cried again and again, floating in grief.

Fortunately, his Mr. Happy arrived in time, which allowed him to temporarily forget his grief at the beginning of the new year and fill it with joy and candy.

The good days seem to be long, but they are fleeting.

From Yuan Hongming's phone call to Yuan Xing, to Yuan Xing's phone call to Wang Yuyang at this time, from New Year's Eve to the third night of the New Year's Eve, 72 hours seems to be a lot, but except for sleeping time and Wang Yuyang's return home Outside of the time, there are not many beautiful and warm times.

In particular, the beauty was interrupted in advance.

After Wang Yuyang left, around the time he had just arrived, Yuan Hongming called Yuan Xing.

No matter how good the time was, in Yuan Hongming's eyes, it was just an ordinary three days.

Yuan Xing covered his ears, curled up on the sofa with his head in his arms, and looked at the mobile phone on the coffee table through his fingers.

The bell rang again and again, sharp and abrupt in the air, and it took a while for the bell to stop.

Only then did Yuan Xing take his hand away, and went to take the phone with red eyes, and then the phone suddenly vibrated a few times, with Yuan Xing's palm numb, and sang a song in his hand. Got on the phone.

This time Yuan Hongming was neither drunk nor in the poker field, he was very sober, and his tone of voice and attitude were much better, as good as he cheated Yuan Xing of 2000 yuan under the guise of his grandma's illness that day.

During the call, it was Yuan Hongming who was talking all the time, Yuan Xing kept silent all the time, holding the phone tightly without saying a word, and at the end of the half-hour call, Yuan Hongming unilaterally said some irrelevant things, He even told him Happy New Year, and Yuan Xing didn't remember anything, only Yuan Hongming's words at the last moment.

"What did he say?" Wang Jianyang asked Yuan Xing in a gentle tone.

Yuan Xing held the phone tightly, blinking quickly, restraining his urge to cry.

"...Said, he asked me, asked me if I wanted to go home, look, look at grandma."

After saying this, Motoko squeezed his eyes vigorously.

Wang Jianyang's heart was very complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After listening to Yuanxing's breathing for a long time, he opened his mouth and asked, "Then...Xiao Yuanxing, do you want to go back?"

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then thought that Wang Yuyang would not be able to see, so he replied: "...I want to go back, but..."

Because of Yuan Hongming, the Yuan family has been living very poorly. Other families in the same village have built new houses long ago, while the Yuan family has been living in the old house. From the time Yuan Xing was born until he left to work in the capital, The appearance of the old house has never changed.

Now three years later, maybe the wood carvings on the windows are still as they were in Yuanxing's memory.

The ginkgo tree at the door that was planted when Yuanxing was born, I don't know how tall it will be now, and I don't know if it exceeds Yuanxing's height.

Not only this ginkgo tree, but also all kinds of flowers, fruits and vegetables planted by his mother in the yard, all carry the fond memories of Yuanxing's childhood.

These plants and trees that represented grandma, mother and family affection in his memories seemed so powerless at this moment, without sustenance or attachment, even if they were placed in front of Yuan Xing, he might not dare to look at them a few more times.

As the only grandson in the family, Yuan Xing was supposed to go home to keep a filial piety when his grandma just passed away, but for various reasons, he never went back, and he didn't even learn the news until a few days ago.

But he deserves to go back.

Wang Qianyang didn't believe that Yuan Hongming, who had been confused for nearly half a century, would suddenly realize his conscience, and was concerned about whether Yuan Xing would go back to his hometown to see his grandma.

He could suppress the news after Grandma Yuanxing passed away, and continue to use the dead mother's name to defraud his son of money, what else could he not do.

So Wang Qianyang continued to ask Yuan Xing: "Apart from this, is there any other little Yuan Xing?"

Yuan Xing said: "Also, also, he said that if I want to go back, let me, send, send money there, he, he said that I don't know the car to go back, and said to help me buy a ticket."

Sure enough, going around is still inseparable from asking for money.

The news of grandma's death has been known by Yuan Xing, and it is no longer possible to get the money under the original banner, so Yuan Hongming can only change a method, just like the 12 yuan that was requested in December was too large, and grandma It's just an emotional card on the grounds of being sick.

Yuan Xing does not have much money at hand, and the gap of 2000 yuan before has not been filled yet. Even so, yesterday afternoon, after Wang Yuyang rushed back from his hometown, he gave him a large amount of red envelopes, equivalent to the red and white of several months' wages. He also politely refused.

The red envelope was still in the pocket of Wang Yuyang's coat, with a red corner exposed. Wang Yuyang looked down and took a deep breath to calm the irritability in his heart.

My little star is living a cautious life, but there are scumbags over there who keep changing ways to suck blood over and over again.

"Did you give it?" Wang Jianyang asked.

Yuan Xing shook his head over there: "No, no, the remittance will take the next day, and yes, I..."

He still wants to have a wish at the end of the month, a wish fulfilled by Mr. Happy.

Before finishing the second half of the sentence, the voice stopped abruptly, leaving Wang Yuyang in silence.

"Yuanxing?" Wang Yuyang thought it was a bad signal, and asked in doubt.

However, there was no response, and at the same time, the voice of "call ended" was also transmitted. When I went to the work area, I found out that the other party had turned off the phone.

A heart came up again in an instant.

When Wang Yuyang had already opened the door to go out, Yuan Xing called again.

"On, Mr. Happy, it's my mobile phone, it just ran out of battery." Yuan Xing said intermittently, "I, I called when I was fully charged. It's very late, Mr. Happy, go to sleep. I'm going to sleep too."

"Wait at home."

Fed up with the ups and downs of his mood, Wang Yuyang drove to Yuan Xing's house again despite Yuan Xing's refusal.

The snow stopped, and the scattered snow had already been crushed by passing vehicles. After slowing down, the car arrived downstairs at Yuanxing's house smoothly.

It was past twelve o'clock, and the light from the small window on the fifth floor was blocked by the white mist that filled the window. Only a little light could be seen, but it was enough in the dark and cold night.

When going upstairs, the noise from downstairs and the live broadcast are noisy, which is particularly obvious in the silence.Even though Wang Jianyang would be disturbed by the neighbors downstairs every time he came to Yuan Xing's house, and he was already familiar with these existences, he still couldn't help frowning.

On the fifth floor, there was a faint light in the crack of the door that was not closed tightly.

Wang Jianyang knocked lightly on the door and called out, "Yuan Xing."

There were rustling sounds in the room immediately, followed by footsteps, and the door opened. Yuan Xing held the little white dog in his arms, and looked sleepily at the people outside the door.

Seeing Wang Yuyang for the first time, Yuan Xing regained his energy instantly, stretched out his warm little hand to hold Wang Yuyang's cold hand, and led him into the house: "Open, Mr. Happy."

Even though they had only met a few hours ago, it made him extremely happy to meet at this time.

Because his hands were too cold, Wang Yuyang pulled out his hand and closed the door, and asked in a slightly reproachful tone, "Why don't you just open the door at night without asking, what if it's a bad person?"

Yuan Xing's eyes were dim, and he wanted to hold Wang Yuyang's hand again: "I, I know that Mr. Happy is coming."

After pulling his hand over, Yuanxing continued: "And, and I can hear the sound."

The warm body temperature came, and the chill gradually dissipated from the palms and fingertips. Wang Yu looked at Yuan Xing holding his left hand with both hands, and asked, "Why do you always hold my hand? It's so cold." I have to withdraw my hand again.

Yuan Xing quickly pulled Wang Yuyang's hand back, and said in a low voice, "Liang, Liang wants to hold hands. Hands."

There was only a small table lamp left in the room, and the warm yellow light was faintly emitting, which immediately made the atmosphere of the cabin warm and cozy.

The two sat side by side on the small sofa, Wang Yuyang looked down at Yuan Xing, who was trying to hold his hand and muttered something in a low voice, with snow all over his body.

Yuan Xing kept his head down, and couldn't see any emotion, so Wang Yuyang bent down and turned his head slightly, trying to look up at Yuan Xing's face, but he avoided it.

"You, what are you doing, Mr. Happy?" Yuan Xing lowered his head again, and squeezed Wang Yuyang's hand.

"You seem to have a small black spot on your nose." Wang Jianyang teased him by telling him what Yuan Xing had said before.

Yuan Xing really raised his head, touched his nose with one hand, and asked, "Yes, is there?"

Seeing the reddish corners of Yuan Xing's eyes, Wang Yuyang's eyes couldn't help but sink.

He had only been away for a few hours before something happened again.

It didn't look like he was crying very hard, but when he thought of the well-behaved child sitting on the sofa and crying with the little white dog in his arms, Wang Yuyang's heart fluttered.

Maybe the candy he gave in a different way a few days ago was destroyed by this one call.

Yuan Xing held one of his hands with both hands, which seemed to be warming his hand, but in fact only Wang Yuyang could feel it. He held it very tightly, and even trembled slightly. It seemed that only in this way could he find sustenance and harmony. rely.

The left hand was already warmed by Yuan Xing, and even sweated a little, Yuan Xing still held it tightly. Seeing this, Wang Yuyang put his right hand on the two hands, and said: "Xiao Yuan Xing warms me too." This hand."

Yuan Xing was taken aback for a moment, and held Wang Yuyang's right hand tightly.

In the process of warming his hands, Wang Yuyang looked around.

He has been to Motoko's house many times, adding a partitioned bathroom in the open room, all the furnishings can be seen at a glance, simple and crude furniture, a few cracks on the wall, plaster and wall dust on the ground, and a stain on the ceiling. Spots of mottled water stains.

Rent of 2000 a month is considered expensive in this area, and the infrastructure is so poor that one should pay three.

The apartment he rented had two bedrooms and one living room, and the smaller bedroom was converted into a study by him, so adding another bed would not be out of the question.

It just depends on Yuan Xing's meaning.

On New Year's Eve, Wang Yuyang thought about wanting Yuan Xing to live with him. During those few days, his spirit was very tense, and he was afraid that something would happen to Yuan Xing. He wanted to hold him in his arms 24 hours a day, and protect him all the time. Safe and secure.

But Yuan Xing is not his property after all, a living person still needs his own living space, and it is not sure whether Yuan Xing will accept his kindness of crossing the line.

Ever since he sent a bunch of things after New Year's Day and was rejected by Yuan Xing, what Wang Qianyang gave him was within Yuan Xing's acceptable range. He wanted to make his life more happy, but he didn't want to give him too much psychological burden.

And if the two really want to live together, it's not just a matter of getting along.

But Wang Jianyang couldn't just watch his little star continue to be dragged back into the quagmire by suffering and grief.

It was hard for him to shine again.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of breathing, Wang Yuyang's right hand was gradually warmed by Yuan Xing, and the shadows of the two were cast on the wall beside them, they were very close, and they only needed to move forward a little bit to embrace him .

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing's faxuan, thought for a while and called him: "Yuan Xing."

"Huh?" Yuan Xing raised his head, the corners of his eyes were no longer red, and he blinked, "What's the matter, Mr. Happy?"

Wang Qianyang grabbed Yuan Xing's hands into his own with his backhand, shook them firmly, and asked softly, "Yuan Xing, would you like to live with me, every day?"

The author has something to say: "Conceived the Seed of a Rich Young Master" by: Eight ears and nine empty.Full match with the young master of the rich family, who eats and waits to die and needs a wife to kiss and work hard to make money to support the family Gong vs young master Pippi Shou.