Ding, your little fool is online

The air is silent, and the dust is slowly floating under the lamp.

Wang Yuyang always felt that his words would be a little hasty and abrupt, but judging from the things of these few days, he felt that Yuan Xing could do a good job, whether it was learning knowledge or understanding the world.

With myself by his side to guide him all the time, coupled with systematic and scientific rehabilitation training, maybe his dream can come true.

It may take a long time, a year or two, or even go up, but Wang Jianyang can afford to wait.

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning behind the words, or he hadn't come out of the indirect kiss on the cheek, so he blinked at Wang Jianyang's downcast eyes.

"Do you understand me, Xiao Yuanxing?"

As Wang Jianyang said, he gently rubbed his thumb on his face a few times to signal him.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xing said: "This, this is not counted, it is not counted as a kiss."

After speaking, he bulged his cheeks, trying to push Wang Jianyang's thumb away.

Well, it seems that I haven't digested the last thing well.

Wang Yuyang rubbed his cheek again with his thumb: "Do you have to have the face?"

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, thinking whether to be a well-behaved child or an unreasonable child, and finally he chose a plausible answer: "But, but, my wish is to kiss, kiss on the face."

Wang Jianyang couldn't laugh or cry this time, he didn't know if the little fool was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.

He raised his right hand, kissed his thumb under Yuan Xing's gaze, and then lightly pressed his cheek again in front of him: "Isn't that counted?"

"No, it doesn't count." Yuan Xing shook his head.

Even if it doesn't count, Wang Yuyang intends to be a bad person this time. This kiss on the cheek cannot be given to the current Yuan Xing for the time being, it must be given to the 18-year-old Yuan Xing, so that he can feel at ease.

So he repeated the question just now: "Xiao Yuanxing, do you want to turn back to 18 years old?"

Yuan Xing thought for a while, and pointed to himself: "I'm already, already 21 years old."

Then he shook his head again: "No, no, it's Chinese New Year, and now I have to be 22 years old, um, I, I'm 22 years old, already older than 18 years old."

Seeing his innocence, Wang Jianyang reluctantly changed his words: "Then do you want to go back to study, find a better job in the future, and visit more places?"

After asking this question, Yuan Xing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded after a while, and said in a low voice, "I thought about it, I thought about it, but I, I..."

Although the memories of past hardships are vague, Yuan Xing has always been very clear about his current situation.He still remembers the summer vacation when he was 18 years old, the university admission letter he received, the red envelope, the campus card and bank card admission guide, packed in the EMS bag together, and sent to that remote and backward small village.

It was an ordinary university, in an ordinary southern coastal city, I heard that it always faces the sea, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and it is warm like spring all year round.At that time, Yuan Xing touched the notice to read the name of the school, and he could even imagine the golden beach and the blue sea, as well as the overlapping dark mountains in the distance.

But four years later, when he was supposed to be graduating from university, he was in the capital, a thousand miles away from that southern city, in the endless North China Plain, doing a trivial job in a cold and dry life.

In the past four years, he seemed to be pressed the pause button by God, and his body and mind stopped growing.

"If you think about it, there is nothing wrong."

As soon as the words fell, a warm hand landed on Yuan Xing's head, patted, and with gentle strength, the things that bound him were dissolved one by one.

"It's nothing, Xiao Yuanxing, as long as you want to realize this wish."

As Wang Yiyang said, he patted his head again, and looked at Yuan Xing who was silent with his head down on the TV screen in front of him.

Yuan Xing still didn't speak.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang put down his hand on his head, "It's getting late, you should rest Xiao Yuanxing, you go brush your teeth and wash your face first, I'll make the bed for you."

The bed was assembled just before dinner in the afternoon, and it was placed next to the bookcase. It was a small single bed.Wang Yuyang took the mattress standing aside, put it on, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed.

He had learned some related information from the director of Fengguang before. In terms of terminology, intellectual disability can be called mental deficiency or mental retardation. Most of them are defects caused by brain damage or incomplete development. The IQ is below 70. , There are adaptive difficulties in areas such as communication, social life, and daily life. Most rehabilitation centers provide training and treatment for the above-mentioned adaptive difficulties.

And Yuan Xing can communicate without hindrance, can take care of himself, and can even do some very simple jobs, so in Wang Jianyang's view, Yuan Xing does not need those social and life trainings.

What Yuan Xing needs is to behave in the world and understand the world first, then emotional understanding, and then the learning of knowledge, as well as scientific and effective medical methods and symptomatic medicines.

Wang Jianyang had already thought about it before, so he took Yuan Xing by his side and taught him slowly, and then he would find a psychological teacher for him and give him some more professional and scientific teaching.

However, after thinking so much, he still needed Yuan Xing's willingness to take the initiative.

However, judging from Yuan Xing's reaction just now, he should have such a wish, but he may be used to being afraid of everything, and he is timid, so he hesitates to take that crucial step.

There was the sound of the faucet rushing in the bathroom, and the toothbrush was clanging in the cup.

Wang Yuyang took back his mobile phone, and when he walked to the bathroom, Yuan Xing happened to put the cup for brushing his teeth next to his electric toothbrush.

"Go, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing called him in a low voice, with a fresh lemon scent in his words.

"Yeah." Wang Yuyang nodded, "Look at how your toothbrush is doing."

"Ah." Yuan Xing opened his mouth wide, raised his head and showed his small white teeth for Wang Qianyang to see.

Wang Jianyang bent down slightly, pinched his chin and turned around, and saw the broken teeth accurately in front of the light. The sockets were dark, and he didn't know if they were broken into the nerves of the teeth.

He let go of his hand and asked, "Does your tooth still hurt?"

"Yes, a little bit, but if you don't eat candy, it will be fine." Yuan Xing said.

"Then it still hurts." Wang Jianyang flicked his forehead, "I will eat less sugar in the future, and I will take you to the dentist tomorrow morning."

The appointment time with the dentist is in the morning, and the clinic is in another city, and it will take an hour away if there is no traffic jam.So early in the morning, Yuan Xing was woken up by Wang Yuyang, and after a hasty breakfast, he stuffed himself into the co-pilot.

He fell asleep again on the way and woke up before arriving at the clinic.

The dentist is a young lady. She wears a mask and can't see her expression clearly. The equipment in her hand reflects light under the lamp, which makes Yuan Xing feel a little terrified.

"Don't be afraid of Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang comforted him softly, "Be brave, I'll just watch from the side."

Taking advantage of Wang Jianyang's inattention, Yuan Xing whispered to the dentist, "Sister, sister, can you please take it slow, I, I'm afraid of pain."

Seeing his red lips and white teeth, the dentist lady rolled her eyes, assuming she agreed.

Fortunately, Yuanxing's teeth were not damaged to the root, but only slightly decayed. When grinding the teeth, he felt a little uncomfortable. After filling the teeth, he left the clinic soon.

Because Yuanxing didn't have a few teeth broken, it didn't take long to fill the teeth. When he left the door at 07:30 in the morning, it was only ten o'clock, and there were still three hours before Yuanxing went to work.

Wang Yuyang thought about it, and after sending Yuan Xing home, it was twelve o'clock when he returned to the company, but at twelve o'clock he had to pick Yuan Xing to work again.He can ask for leave, but Yuan Xing is not willing to ask for leave easily.

After weighing things up and down, Wang Yuyang planned to bring Yuan Xing to the company this morning, and Zhao Mianfu would not come to discuss business today anyway.

So when he woke up, Yuan Xing had already arrived downstairs in the office building.

He asked in a daze, "I, am I going to work?"

Wang Yuyang pinched his face, swiped his card and led him into the gate, and got on the elevator: "It's still early, stay with me in the company for a while, and I'll take you to the hot pot restaurant when it's time."

The elevator stopped on the 11th floor, and when he went out and saw the logo he had seen several times, Yuan Xing suddenly realized.

Where Mr. Happy works!

The last time he came, it was because his mobile phone and keys were locked in the hot pot restaurant. He waited for a long time at the corner of the corridor before waiting for Wang Yuyang.

This time was the same as last time, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing into the office of the operation group, added a chair next to his seat, and asked Yuan Xing to sit beside him and watch him work.

So, the girls in other groups envied and hated the operation group for having a leader like Wang Yuyang, and added a lemon that "they can see the cutie", which is sour.

The office was very quiet, no one spoke, only the sound of Wang Jianyang typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse, not because he was the only one, but because other employees were secretly watching the Yuan Xing he brought.

Yuan Xing sat on the chair in a regular manner, put his hands on the table, looked left and right curiously, drooped his eyes and blinked, his mouth was slightly pouted, the sunlight from the window hit his face, tiny The fluff is also very cute.

The young lady sitting opposite Wang Yuyang silently stretched out a hand from under the display screen, and tapped the back of Yuan Xing's hand.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and looked suspiciously. There were a few beautifully packaged fruit candies lying in the palm of the young lady. He shook his palm, motioning him to eat it.

As soon as Yuan Xing reached out to take it, Wang Yuyang tapped the employee's hand with the pen in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't give him candy."

The quiet atmosphere was broken, and whoever stood up from the workstation first said, "Director, you are too stingy, you don't even let him eat sugar, you are so cute."

"That's right." The others echoed.

Wang Yuyang looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Yuan Xing: "I just took him to have his teeth filled in the morning, and when I found out that someone would secretly stuff him with candy, he would deduct one day's salary."

The ladies and sisters sat back at their workstations in dissatisfaction, muttering.

Yuan Xing looked at the fruit candy on the young lady's table across the street, and swallowed his saliva, can't you eat candy anymore?

Immediately afterwards, a grain of xylitol was sent to his mouth, and he stuffed it in while he was in a daze.

Wang Jianyang whispered in his ear: "If you want something sweet, chew this for a while, and spit it out if it tastes bad, don't swallow it."

It's not that you can't eat candy after filling your teeth, it's just that only he can give this candy.

At twelve o'clock at noon, when Wang Yuyang was going to take Yuan Xing to eat, Zhao Mianfu came, carrying the familiar transparent backpack of the video game city on his back, which was filled with dolls.

Wang Yuyang watched Yuan Xing hide behind him helplessly, and asked Zhao Mianfu, "Why are you here?"

"Let's talk about business." Zhao Mianfu took out a snow-white dove doll from the backpack behind him with a smile, and tried to hand it to Yuan Xing.

Little did he know that he was already a badass in Yuan Xing's eyes.

"Talking about business?"

Wang Yuyang caught the doll, and when Zhao Mianfu thought he was going to pass it to Yuan Xing, he quickly threw it on the table beside him: "I think you came here to catch the doll."

"It can't be my fault." Zhao Mianfu actually felt aggrieved, "Who made it so that the only claw machine in this shopping mall has the doll of Little Pigeon Goo Goo?"

Wang Jianyang glanced at the time, and hurriedly took Yuan Xing to dinner: "Even if you want to discuss business, it probably won't work, Wu Xiaomao is not here, so just tell me what you want to say, and I will pass it on to him."

Zhao Mianfu shook his head quickly: "No, no, I'm here to find you."

"To be precise." Zhao Mianfu shifted his gaze to Yuan Xing, who poked out half of his head from behind Wang Yuyang, "I'm here to find him."