Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing has lived in Wang Yuyang's house for several days.

But because of the unscrupulous landlord, Wang Yuyang frequently ran to the police station a few days ago, either half a day or the whole day, and Yuan Xing sometimes followed, and sometimes Wang Yuyang left him at home to sleep.

Yuan Xing only took out his necessities for life, and piled up other things in the box.

After everything was settled, the two finally had time to sort out Yuan Xing's things.

Wang Jinyang cut open the tape on the cardboard box, all of Yuan Xing's things appeared in front of his eyes, there were not many things, the biggest one was a pillow, and the smallest was two pairs of chopsticks.

A pair of black, a pair of log color.

The black ones belonged to Yuan Xing, and the log-colored ones were bought by Wang Yuyang for himself when he went to Yuan Xing's house and found that there was only one pair of chopsticks at home.

He still remembered that on the red wooden table, there was a cheap glass next to the induction cooker, with a spoon and shovel inserted in it, and these two pairs of chopsticks.

But it seems that there is no need to bring it here, after all, Wang Yuyang's family has a lot of chopsticks.

The black chopsticks are made of unknown wood, and the whole body is white. Judging from the traces of wear on the top, it should have been used for a long time.Wang Qianyang stroked the rough wooden chopsticks and asked, "What do Xiao Yuanxing do with chopsticks? There are plenty of chopsticks at home..."

Before he finished speaking, the chopsticks were snatched by Yuan Xing: "Here, give me the chopsticks."

Rubbing the pair of chopsticks preciously, Yuan Xing showed a special expression in his eyes: "This is, this is brought from home."

When he came to Beijing, he specially brought a pair of chopsticks from home. He always wondered if he would be able to enjoy the taste of home food with the chopsticks at home. However, the food he ate at home every day

Wang Yuyang was taken aback, reached out and rubbed Yuan Xing's hairy head a few times, then took the pair of log-colored chopsticks, took him to the kitchen, took out all the chopsticks in the chopstick holder, and solemnly put the two Put the chopsticks in and pat the head: "From now on, we will eat with the previous chopsticks."

In addition to the pair of chopsticks, there are many strange things in the box. Judging from the degree of use and wear, they should be old things.There is a hand-sewn schoolbag in it, most of which are not practical, and they may have been brought by Yuanxing from home.

Wang Yuyang took these things out of the box one by one, thinking about taking Yuan Xing to buy him a shelf in the afternoon. By the way, the bed, table and other furniture mentioned earlier can be arranged in the afternoon, and Yuan Xing just doesn’t have to go today. Hot pot restaurant work.

Twelve noon, lunch time.

Wang Yuyang is used to living alone, but he is also good at cooking. Today, he made beef bowl.

First pour a spoonful of soup on the rice, then spread a layer of konjac knots and fat beef slices, pour half a spoonful of soup on the fat beef slices, and then add a raw egg yolk and sprinkle a few black sesame seeds.

Yuan Xing couldn't help his eyes light up when a bowl of fatty beef bowl was brought in front of him, and he couldn't help clenching the little hands holding the chopsticks.

"Let's eat." Wang Yuyang used the pair of log-colored chopsticks to break up the egg yolk and mix it on the beef and rice. "If it's not enough, tell me, and I'll get you some more rice."

Seeing Wang Yuyang's skillful movements, Yuan Xing wanted to learn how to stir up the egg yolk like him, but holding the chopsticks, he hesitated to do so.

Raw, raw eggs... how do you eat them?Can I eat it?

Wang Qianyang seemed to be hungry, so he put his head down and began to pick rice into his mouth, without looking up, Yuan Xing was a little embarrassed to ask him.

He had just moved in for a few days, and a few days ago Wang Jianyang was busy running to the police station because of the landlord's affairs.When Yuan Xing followed, it was okay, but when he didn’t follow, he didn’t actually sleep at home. He always woke up after Wang Yuyang closed the door. After eating breakfast on the dining table, he sat on the sofa alone and read The Little Prince. Wandering in an illiterate ocean until Wang Yuyang came back, except for going to the toilet, he didn't move his nest all morning.

There was also some jokes when going to the toilet. Yuan Xing has never seen anything in the world. His hometown is a dry toilet. After coming to Beijing, his home and work places are squatting toilets. This is the first time he has seen toilets, and they are fully automatic. .

Xiao Yuanyuan, a country bumpkin, muttered, "This, this toilet, why is it so high?", then raised his foot and stepped on the toilet seat. Stepped into the toilet, with wet trousers, at a loss.

After getting out of the toilet, I didn’t stand or sit. I foolishly changed my pants, and I didn’t know how to use the washing machine or turn on the hot water. I didn’t dare to put the pants in the sink. I squatted on the ground and washed them with cold water from the pipe. Until Wang Yuyang came back from the police station, looking at his red hands, he felt distressed for a long time.

In the end, Yuan Xing was a little uncomfortable with the new environment.

In particular, I am still somewhat incompatible with this new environment, and my inferiority complex is always in my bones.

Wang Yuyang had already eaten half a bowl of rice, and found that Yuan Xing was carefully avoiding the beef on the rice with raw egg yolk, and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Yuan Xing?"

Yuan Xing shook his hand, and the beef he had finally picked up fell back again: "Ah, no, no?"

"Don't you want to eat egg yolk?" Wang Yuyang took a spoon and put the egg yolk in, put it in his own bowl, stirred it, and smiled, "If you don't want to eat it, just tell me, Mr. Happy will not say you are picky eater. "

Yuan Xing pursed his lips before eating.

While chewing a beef roll full of soup, Yuan Xing heard Wang Yuyang ask him suddenly: "Do you want to drink juice? Oh no, your tooth is broken, or I will take you to see it this afternoon." Said After that, he walked towards the kitchen without any mention of raw egg yolk.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, and after a while, a paper box was placed in front of his eyes, and when he looked up, it was still a bottle of drink.

Yuan Xing hurriedly raised his head, and Wang Yuyang pushed the paper box forward: "Drink, I'm just kidding you."

Then, by the way, he reached out to help Yuan Xing wipe off the rice grains from the corner of his lips, and said in a very relaxed tone, "It's all over your face."

He got along very naturally, and didn't tell him a bunch of things about how you shouldn't be so reserved and treat this place as your own home. It sounded like he was complaining that Yuan Xing was born separately from himself.

After the incident with the landlord, Wang Yuyang has a new experience in the daily relationship with Yuan Xing. When it comes to matters that may hurt Yuan Xing, he needs to be more decisive in making decisions, and his behavior needs to be more domineering. within the scope of protection.

As for these trivial matters in life, he still prefers to follow Yuan Xing's wishes, neither forcing him nor urging him, let him slowly adapt to this change from one life to two people's support.

After all, life in the future still has to be slow and slow, there is no rush.

After drinking the juice, Yuan Xing also slowly finished a bowl of rice, but he was not as nervous as before.

Washing the dishes after dinner, Wang Yuyang seemed to have forgotten to pay the water bill, and walked back and forth several times in the kitchen and living room. Yuan Xing was sitting on the sofa with "The Little Prince" on his lap, and his eyes followed Wang Yuyang's. Do something yourself.

Usually, when Wang Jianyang went to the house he rented earlier, Yuan Xing was the owner, and he found it convenient to do everything with ease.

Now at Mr. Happy's house, he doesn't know this and that, and he doesn't dare to touch or move.

Hearing the sound of splashing water in the kitchen, Motoyuki sighed softly.

The elderly Wang Yuyang needs a nap, and he can safely drive Xiao Yuanxing out to buy things in the afternoon when he is refreshed.

"Xiao Yuanxing, I'm going to sleep for a while, do you want to take a lunch break?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"No, no need, I'm reading, good night, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing picked up the "Little Prince" that he couldn't understand, and sat upright.

This "good night" made Wang Yuyang's sleepiness go away, he took back his steps towards the bedroom, sat down beside Yuan Xing, put one hand on the sofa behind him, and took "The Little Prince" in his hand with the other.

Ask: "Do you want to read a book?"

Yuan Xing nodded.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang also nodded along with him, "How about I read it to you, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Although the two held hands and hugged, Wang Yuyang suddenly sat next to him, which still made him a little nervous, so he shrugged off and said: "Mr. Happy, go to sleep, I, I can do it, I can do it, oops!"

The last exclamation was because Wang Yuyang had already forcibly embraced Yuan Xing, letting him lean on his shoulder, and his fluffy hair rubbed against his neck, making it itchy.

"Since you said good night, there must be some reading before going to bed." Wang Yuyang said, and opened the cover, "Where did you see it?"

The breathed wind blew to the top of Yuanxing's head, lifted a few strands and swayed in the air a few times.

Yuan Xing stammered, "No., No. 30, page seven."

Wang Qianyang began to read "The Little Prince" to him, the words and sentences gently tapped on the tip of his heart, his voice was as soft as the afternoon sun at this time, full of warmth and comfort.

However, Yuan Xing's left ear went in and out of the right ear, and the left ear didn't even go in yet.

His head rested on Wang Yuyang's shoulder, and he lay stiffly on his back on the sofa, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason, just like when he saw that pretty side face in the previous house that night.

Thumping and beating.

Wang Jiyang, who didn't notice Yuan Xing's strangeness, continued to read the contents of the book: "...on a certain planet, on a certain planet, on this planet, on the earth."

"There is a little prince who needs my comfort."

When he read this place, he suddenly paused, and tilted his head to look at Motoko's twisted fingers.

Withdrawing his eyes and continuing to read: "I hugged him tightly, I hugged him slowly..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a small head suddenly lay on his chest. Yuan Xing came over for some reason, wrapped his hands around his waist, and grabbed his home clothes with his fingers.

Wang Yuyang was taken aback, closed the book, and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Yuanxing? Are you sleepy?"

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, his shoulders trembled, and then he lowered his head a little deeper, and then faltered and said: "Yes, Mr. Kaixin just said, said hugging, and said it twice, and then I thought, I thought It's telling me..."

Then he buried his head a little deeper, and let out a "uh--" in his voice, as if he was a little distressed, but he just didn't raise his head, because it would be embarrassing to raise his head.

"You didn't listen to my reading well." Wang Jianyang put one hand on his back, rubbed his hair with the other, and said with a smile, "Isn't it nice?"

The little head on the chest shook his head: "It sounds good, it sounds good, that is, there are some parts that I don't quite understand..."

When he was in Yuan Xing's room earlier, Wang Yuyang remembered that Yuan Xing was reading "The Little Prince", and he didn't know several words in a sentence, and some of the incomprehension was also expected by Wang Yuyang.

Fingers twirling back and forth between the soft hair, Wang Yuyang's drooping eyes slowly narrowed.

I learned that Yuan Xing used to be a normal high school student, and his IQ was enough to pass the university entrance exam, but his IQ declined due to illness.When he was at the Fengguang Foundation, he learned from the director that there is actually a probability of recovering from a mental disability like Yuan Xing, but the probability is very, very small.

Wang Yuyang also didn't say that Yuan Xing must be restored to him, and he would be content if he could make Yuan Xing grow up a little bit and understand his feelings.

Later, Wang Jianyang also contacted the director of Fengguang, and the other party emphasized his "will" to him again, and the other party had to have this willingness.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yuyang asked, "Does Xiao Yuanxing like to read? Would you like to take you to the library this afternoon?"

For the time being, he will not directly ask Yuan Xing whether he would like to regain his intelligence, because Wang Yuyang always feels that, for Yu Yuan Xing, it would be cruel to say such words directly, like opening someone else's wound twice.

Let’s start with the “will”.