Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing who was standing by the table, awkwardly holding the tablet, and smiled slightly.

Obviously, Yuan Xing also recognized Wang Yuyang on the seat, recognized him as the very good-looking man, and at the same time thought of what he said that day - "Next time..."

Although children are stupid, they have a good memory and use them in places they shouldn't.

But Yuan Xing saw that Wang Yuyang brought some beautiful sisters to dinner this time, and felt that he should not need dolls to accompany him to dinner, nor did he need to accompany him to dinner.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a gaze from the side staring at him.Yuan Xing turned his head unpreparedly, just in time to meet Wang Yuyang's pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be able to talk, and with those pair of heroic eyebrows, he bent slightly at him for a moment, as if to say hello.

Yuan Xiaosha has never seen this before, his fair face instantly turned crimson, he hurriedly turned his eyes away, and started to work: "First, let's choose the bottom of the pot first, sister, sisters are all able, can you eat chili? "

Stuttering is worse than ever.

Wang Jianyang had no intention of teasing Yuan Xing, but seeing his nervous appearance, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

The kids are still having fun.

"I can't eat spicy food, director, let's have a mushroom pot~"

"But I want to eat tomatoes."

"What kind of tomato do you want to eat? Hahahaha, women come to eat devil's perverted spicy soup, for beauty!"

"I vote for clear soup, curry and spicy~"

The ladies and sisters chirped in a hurry, and Yuan Xing grasped the tablet tightly. He didn't know what soup base the guests at this table wanted for a while, but only heard several different flavors of soup base from their conversation.

Yuan Xing hurriedly said: "No, we can't order so many, we only have four soup bases."

One of the girls looked at Yuan Xing and giggled: "Don't worry, little brother, of course I know you can only order four soup bases."

"Then, what kind do the sisters want?" Yuan Xing still didn't dare to look at Wang Yuyang, and stood up straight, staring at the menu.

The fickle women have already jumped from the topic of soup base to ordering dishes: "Hey, why don't we order first~ Director, what do you eat?"

"Ladies first." Wang Jianyang motioned for them to order first.

When Yuan Xing heard Wang Yuyang's words, he thought he hadn't looked at him anymore, so he glanced at him cautiously, but he didn't expect that the other party was still looking at him, and his body trembled suddenly, so he had to blushed to remove the electronic menu from the soup base. This page is transferred to the side of the dishes.

Don't, don't look at me...

It's just that the lively young ladies are the same as before, talking a long list, Yuan Xing didn't figure out what dishes they wanted to order, but instead added a lot of dishes that they should not eat.

"It's winter and I want to drink something hot. Do you have any hot drinks?" The thoughts of the young ladies jumped quickly.

However, Yuan Xiaosha couldn't keep up with their speed at all, and Wang Yuyang was watching him, his fingers were hanging on the menu, trembling slightly.

He pursed his lips, his body was stiff, he didn't dare to look at Wang Yuyang at all, and he still tried to do his duty: "Yes, there is hot milk and apricot..."

But Yuan Xing didn't finish his sentence, a slender hand with five fingers gently pulled out the tablet from his hand, and at the same time there was a warm voice: "Let me do it."

Wang Yuyang took the tablet and swipe the screen with his fingertips: "I want four kinds of soup bases: mushroom, tomato, spicy, and curry. If you eat clear soup, drink more boiled water. No coriander, add three servings of snowflake beef, Whoever ordered Zheergen stood up... Girls want to drink something hot in winter, let's all drink red date tea, and then I want a can of beer."

He swiftly ordered what the people at his table needed, and then returned the tablet to Yuan Xing: "Order it, just serve it quickly."

Yuan Xing raised his head when Wang Yuyang took the tablet, and stared at him blankly.

Wang Yuyang's hair is still dark brown dyed before, and the roots of the hair have not yet grown black new hair. Under the warm light of the hot pot restaurant, it glows with a warm color. The hair looks very soft and fluffy. In the warm air of the air conditioner Slightly warped a few wires.

The fingers sliding on the screen are long and slender, with well-defined joints. The shirt on the wrist is white, with a dark green cuff button on it. The smooth surface seems to be able to see all the beautiful reflections in the world.

Yuan Xing was a little dazed watching it, and he didn't come back until Wang Yuyang returned the tablet to him, and almost didn't hold the tablet: "Oh, oh, ok, it will be ready soon, sisters, wait a moment."

After speaking, as if he was afraid that Wang Yuyang would look at him again, he slid fast holding the tablet.

"Oh, so silly and cute."

"You didn't see it just now, your face turned red~"

"I still call my sister, my mouth is so sweet~"

The ladies and sisters looked at the back of Yuanxing running away and smiled at their aunt.

Wang Yuyang also looked at Yuan Xing's small figure, and always felt that this little shop assistant who always stuttered at the beginning of his speech was weird.

Is it really 21 years old?

……

The end of the month is the day when the hot pot restaurant pays wages. Everyone's November wages are put on the card, only Yuan Xing received an envelope from Zhang Yue.

Yuan Xing carefully put away the envelope, and when he got home, he quickly sent a text message to the strange number that day—"Grandma, I have already received my salary, and I will send you the money tomorrow."

It was already 01:30 in the middle of the night, and there was a quick reply - "Hurry up."

Yuan Xing earns 3000 yuan a month. Because he doesn’t have five social insurances and one housing fund and doesn’t have to pay taxes, he gets 4000 yuan. Occasionally, he can get almost [-] yuan by working overtime. He doesn’t spend much on meals, and Zhang Yue often takes care of meals.

Although Zhang Yue often took care of the meals, Yuan Xing only had eight or nine hundred dollars left after the rent, water and electricity were deducted.

Even so, Yuan Xing still has to send money to the person behind this strange number on a regular basis, five hundred yuan per month is unshakable, even if he has very little left in his hands.

The next day, Yuan Xing ran to a nearby small bank early in the morning, because he did not know how to use a mobile phone to transfer money, and every time he went to the bank to transfer money, the staff almost knew him.

Yuan Xing was called, and Yuan Xing handed all the money in his pocket and the crooked remittance slip through the small window.

The teller accepted the money from Yuan Xing, unfolded it and put it into the banknote counter. The five banknotes passed through the machine quickly, in less than a second, but at the end there was a discordant sound——

"Didi, there is something wrong with this banknote."

"Huh?" The staff and Yuan Xing all uttered doubts.

The teller took out the last banknote and put it into the banknote counter again, while Yuan Xing watched the teller's movements nervously outside the counter.The result was the same as last time. The teller took out the banknote and rubbed it with his fingertips, and then looked at the light a few times, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Xing was a little panicked, and unconsciously clenched his fingers.

The teller handed over the bill: "This is fake money, where did you get it?"

fake money?

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, he only had a job at a hot pot restaurant, and Zhang Yue put all the money in an envelope for him, it was impossible for Zhang Yue to trick him into giving him fake money...

Except today...

On the way here, he met a man he didn't know, who was holding a brand new one hundred yuan, and asked Yuan Xing tremblingly if he had any change. He wanted to go home by car.

The man was dressed in thin and shabby clothes, with a haggard and unkempt face, like a piece of paper that would be blown away by the cold wind at any time.Yuan Xing wore a warm red plaid scarf, looked at the poor man in front of him, not only exchanged money for him, but also generously bought a roasted sweet potato for him, but this sweet potato was still in Yuan Xing's own In the pocket.

He was pinching the sweet potato that was still warm, but he didn't expect that the person he met on the street was lying to him...

Think about it too, how can a person who is so downcast and looks like a tramp have a brand new one hundred yuan, even if he begs for a hundred yuan, it should be a bill of various denominations.

But Yuan Xing only wanted to use his innocence and kindness to warm this needy person, and never thought about any ugly deception and unpredictable people's hearts. Now his nose is a bit sore, and he also has a deep sense of helplessness.

Seeing that he hadn't accepted the counterfeit bill, the teller pushed it forward again: "If you can't deposit it, you can't remit five hundred."

Hearing that five hundred cannot be remitted, Yuan Xing immediately stood up from his chair, his voice a little impatient: "It must be five hundred!"

"Hey..." The staff was very helpless, "The counterfeit money cannot be remitted, otherwise I will also go to jail."

Yuan Xing was in a hurry: "But four hundred won't work! If there is less, grandma, grandma..."

Yuan Xing didn't finish the second half of the sentence. When he blinked, his eye circles turned red, and his voice was full of tears: "It can't be done."

"Don't cry..."

The bank was already quiet, but his sound made everyone around look over, and some people looked at Yuan Xing and started whispering.

"Who's crying? What's the matter?"

"Over there, there seems to be a counterfeit note, and there is no way to send money."

"Huh? Are you crying now? If you can't remit, you won't remit. Why are you crying?"

"Maybe a fool."

"Hahahaha you are so funny."

Even if they didn't intend to, their mouths were still poisoned. They opened and closed, chewing on other people's bitterness as a joke.

After the high fever, Yuan Xing could often hear such words, such as Zhao Jiming who said it face to face, and countless people who whispered it behind his back.In the beginning, Yuan Xing often cried because of other people's pointing and pointing, but later he got used to it and only felt sad in his heart, but this time...

In fact, Yuan Xing didn't cry at all, he just kept sniffing his nose, spoke with a bit of a crying tone, the tears couldn't fall from his eyes, he looked like a wronged child.He looked at the teller's troubled face with dim eyes, thought about something, then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, reached out to pick up the money, and whispered, "Thank you..."

So he stood up from the chair under the eyes of everyone, but he staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, a kind person waiting behind him helped him and comforted him: "Be careful, it's 100 yuan." Don't worry about it, don't cry."

Yuan Xing stabilized his figure, quickly pulled out his arms, rubbed his eyes, and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're being polite." The other party scratched his head, watching Yuan Xing put down the hand rubbing his eyes, "Huh?"

The kind person who helped Yuan Xing was Wu Xiaomao, he pointed at Yuan Xing in surprise, "Aren't you the one from the hot pot restaurant?"

Yuan Xing raised his face, looked at Wu Xiaomao with red eyes, did not recognize that the person in front of him was the customer who was at the table with that handsome man at that time, and asked with a puzzled expression: "?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wu Xiaomao felt that it was not polite to point at others, so he quickly put down his hand and moved aside.

It was already dark after Yuan Xing returned home, and the night outside the window was thick and pitch black, and it was only after turning on the lights that the darkness dissipated a little.

There was still a bowl on the small table that I hadn’t put away for lunch, and there was still some soup in the bowl. Yuan Xing sat on the sofa, and after a short silence, he sniffed quietly. The roasted sweet potatoes in his pocket had long since cooled down. , He blinked a few times and took out the sweet potato, peeled off the skin of the sweet potato with trembling hands, and opened his mouth to take a small bite.

Sweet potatoes should be harvested before they are ripe. They are not sweet at all, but have a strong bitter taste after swallowing.

After filling his stomach, Yuan Xing couldn't help but reach out and wipe his eyes, and then took out a transparent plastic bag from under the sofa cushion, which contained an old one-inch photo. The woman in the photo has very wide double eyelids and drooping eyes. , with a mole of tears under his eyes, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Xing reached out and caressed the plastic bag carefully, then fell to the side of the sofa, curled up, and buried his head in his arms.

The child who had been wronged so much finally burst into tears when he saw his mother.

The author has something to say: wb: Yuan Bao Gu Wang.