Ding, your little fool is online

As soon as the words fell, Wang Yuyang immediately took Yuan Xing back several steps, and even stretched out his hand to push back Yuan Xing who was trying to poke his head out a little more to see Zhao Mianfu.

Yuan Xing was stuffed behind Wang Yuyang's face, his face was squeezed and deformed, and he was still thinking about what the bad guy would do to him.

Wang Yuyang looked at Zhao Mianfu vigilantly, and asked, "Why are you looking for him, just tell me if you have anything to do."

"I want to tell him." Zhao Mianfu persisted.

Zhao Mianfu circled around Wang Yuyang, wanting to talk to Yuan Xing, but while he was turning around, Wang Yuyang followed suit, circling around with him, just to prevent Zhao Mianfu from having the slightest chance to get in touch with Yuan Xing.

After turning around for a while, Zhao Mianfu felt dizzy, and Yuan Xing also felt dizzy.

Zhao Mianfu supported the table with one hand and pointed at Wang Yuyang tremblingly with the other hand, and stuttered when he spoke: "You, what are you doing, you, are you his father? You are so lenient."

He also said this once before, because he thought Wang Jian was too lenient.

Wang Jianyang didn't take it seriously, he still guarded Yuan Xing and stared at Zhao Mianfu.

And Yuan Xing behind him was actually very curious, wondering why this face-squeezing villain suddenly asked him to do it, wouldn't he want to pull his face again, he thought so, and covered his face with his hands with a "snap".

In the end, Zhao Mianfu still didn't speak to Yuan Xing, Wang Yuyang sent him directly to the hot pot restaurant, and then turned back to talk to Zhao Mianfu who had been waiting at the company.

"So." Wang Yuyang pulled out a chair in the conference room, "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Mianfu was playing with the doll Pigeon Goo Goo on the table, grabbed its wings, and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just what I told you and Mr. Wu about the foundation and rehabilitation center a few days ago."

"Then why are you looking for Yuan Xing?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Zhao Mianfu: "Isn't this just the beginning, I want to find an image representative..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuyang interrupted him: "Don't even think about it."

Foundations generally have an image ambassador, and most of them invite celebrities or people with certain influence to come.However, the image representative of the Fengguang Foundation is a little boy. Wang Yuyang has seen it in the brochure sent by the other party, especially the pair of big eyes, which makes people remember deeply.

It seems that after he said that day that Zhao Mianfu's Xiaozhao Foundation was not much different from Fengguang's operation model, he planned to follow suit wholeheartedly.

"If you want to gain fame, you can find a celebrity." Wang Jianyang picked up the water glass and said in a low voice, "I won't let Yuan Xing go, you should die."

"Aren't we a partnership?" Zhao Mianfu lay on the table, stretched his arms forward two days ago, and played with the little doll towards Wang Yuyang.

Wang Jianyang said decisively: "No."

After being rejected for the second time, Zhao Mianfu pouted and remained silent.

After a while, Zhao Mianfu spoke, and he asked in a low voice, "Don't you want him to recover?"

Wang Jianyang looked at him and said, "Would it be possible to recover by making him an image ambassador?"

"Hey, you may have misunderstood Lao Wang, I didn't mean that." Zhao Mianfu scratched his head, "I think that if this is the case, Yuan Xing will receive more attention, and he will get more medical resources. I only know about that little boy, and among those who received funding from the same group as him, only his recovery is the best, I won’t lie to you.”

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang slightly clenched the hand under the table.

He is not short of money. It can also be said that if Yuan Xing is willing, he can let him enjoy any medical conditions, and he does not lack this image endorsement.

But even so, Wang Yuyang still thanked Zhao Mian softly.

Afterwards, this matter was left alone with Yuan Xing's own "will" until mid-March.

The weather has completely turned warm, and the cotton-padded jackets and down jackets were put back into the closet, and replaced with light and thin coats.After a spring rain, all the surprise flowers in the pot on the balcony sprouted, and now the stems have grown more than ten centimeters, and the leaves are soaked in rain, so crisp and tender that they look good.

The spring rain was pattering outside the window. Yuan Xing, who was standing in front of the window, looked at the flowerpot, lowered his head and touched the spring rain on it, then withdrew his hand, rubbed it on his clothes, and continued to look down at the cars going downstairs, which were as colorful as small mushrooms. Umbrella.

Yuan Xing didn't have to go to work today, but Wang Jianyang was still on a working day, and he was the only one at home today.

On the table are a few books borrowed from the library a few days ago. He has read that "The Little Prince" several times through the dictionary, and now it is placed under the pillow. Inside the illustration, look at the little prince and his rose.

The rain hit Yuanxing's face through the thin screen window, forming fine droplets on the long eyelashes. Yuanxing blinked and sat back on the sofa, shaking his calf, feeling bored.

A few days ago, Wang Yuyang asked him if he wanted to be 18 again, and if he wanted to go back to school to study.

No doubt he did.

Unlike other mentally handicapped people, Yuan Xing is aware of his current situation and the fact that his intelligence is declining. At the same time, he can also remember the previous events. During the four years in Beijing, it can't be called every moment, but he is indeed every day. Every night I think about the university that is blooming in spring.

But because of the fear and fear in my heart, I always dare not take that step.Although I am no longer afraid that if I eat too much sugar, it will be gone, but the shrinking rooted in my bones cannot be excerpted for a while.

Yuan Xing suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that he didn't agree with his mouth at that time, and didn't immediately nod his head and say that he wanted to.

After these few days, he had no choice but did not know how to bring this matter up to Wang Jianyang.

Suddenly, the phone at home rang.

Wang Yuyang’s home has a landline that is uniformly equipped by the owners of the community, mainly for the convenience of contacting the property.

Yuan Xing looked at the landline placed at the door, hesitating whether to pick it up or not.

Finally, after the phone rang several times, Motoko walked over and answered the phone, and said "Hello" softly.

The tone over there was very anxious: "Hey, this is Mr. Wang, the resident of Building 7 8-004, have you considered the diversion of the natural gas pipeline that you mentioned earlier? You are the only one in Building 7 who did not reply."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing had no idea what the other party was talking about, "What, what?"

"The natural gas diversion." The other party said, "It was notified in the owner group last week, don't you remember? I remember it was notified at that time, so let me tell you again."

Then the other party seemed to be afraid that he would not know, and explained everything to him anxiously, including the stakes and the impact on the residents. After talking for several minutes, he finally asked: "So you have thought about it. Is it? You are the only one on my side who has not started construction, please give me a confirmation letter, yes or no, if you can’t pay it, I will deduct wages.”

The other party said such a long list, and Yuan Xing didn't understand a single word, such as diversions or clocks, he didn't understand a single word, only from the difference in the other party's tone, it seemed that this was a very important matter.

"Hey, why can't you make up your mind on such a simple matter? You can just say yes or no." The other party urged again.

He was pressing, but Yuan Xing couldn't make any decision, so he could only turn to Wang Yuyang in this situation.

Holding the phone in his hand, Yuan Xing stammered anxiously: "That, that, I, I am not."

"Yes, you have to wait for Mr. Happy to come back. You, you call him again. I, I am not..."

After stuttering and saying such a long list, the other party only heard two sentences, and he didn't know whether he really didn't understand Yuan Xing's other words or to save himself trouble, so he said decisively: "Okay, then you don't need it, right? I will write it down for you, and it will be arranged immediately."

Immediately afterwards, he hung up the phone and left a busy tone for Motoko.

After being stunned for two seconds, Yuan Xing hurriedly found out his mobile phone and called Wang Yuyang, telling him what happened just today, but the other party didn't answer the phone, and didn't come back until late at night, dragging his body tired.

Yuan Xing shook the puppy on the slippers and wanted to go over to tell him something about the day, but he was patted on the head before he could say anything.Wang Yuyang smiled at him: "I'm a little tired today, Xiao Yuanxing, so I won't supervise you brushing your teeth and washing your face, tidy up and go to sleep."

After speaking, he rubbed his head again, walked into the bedroom, lay down on the bed without taking off his suit, and snored slightly after a while, and finally Yuan Xing took off his shoes for him, covered him with the quilt, and spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort to stuff his two long legs into the quilt.

After doing all this, Yuan Xing breathed out in a low voice, sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead.

The moonlight of the spring night spread on the floor, illuminating a piece of silvery white. Yuanxing propped his hands on the bed, lowered his head, stretched his left foot, and sent the puppy on the slippers into the moonlight. The spring breeze blew into the window on the seventh floor, moving the hair on his forehead a few strands, and then it slowly fell down again.

Yuan Xing looked back at Wang Yuyang who had fallen asleep, and grabbed the sheet under him.

Then tell Mr. Happy tomorrow when he wakes up.

Then he closed the door softly, brushed his teeth, took a shower and went to sleep.

As a result, the next day, he was woken up by a loud noise from the kitchen, and his heart beat very fast when he woke up.

I couldn't tell what the sound was, but when Yuan Xing walked to the kitchen with sleepy eyes, he only saw the mess all over the floor and a few bloodstains.

Wang Yuyang came in from the kitchen, saw Yuan Xing standing here and hurriedly pulled him out: "Why did you come in? Come out, little Yuan Xing, don't get scratched by the tiles."

Yuan Xing was still in a daze, lowered his head slightly, and saw that the sleeve of Wang Yuyang's left arm was rolled up, and there was a finger-long scar on his forearm, which was still bleeding outwards even though it had been treated.

This made Yuan Xing wake up immediately, and he hurriedly hugged Wang Yuyang's arm: "Go, Mr. Happy, your arm is bleeding."

Wang Qianyang carefully took away his hand, pulled out his arm, and comforted him: "It's okay, Xiao Yuanxing, you go to the living room and sit first, I ordered breakfast takeaway and it will be here in a while, I will clean up here first."

Yuan Xing said anxiously: "Yes, but."

"Go out first." Wang Jianyang said indifferently, "Don't get hurt again."

Yuan Xing had no choice but to look at him worriedly again, and went out wearing slippers.

Wang Yuyang looked down at the wound on his forearm, gave a soft "hiss", took the broom beside him and began to clean up the broken porcelain pieces.

Just now he was planning to make steamed eggs for Yuan Xing in the kitchen, so he poured the seasoned egg liquid into a bowl, put it in a pot and steamed it, and prepared other dishes by himself.

As a result, the natural gas was half-ignited and suddenly went out. He ignited it several times in doubt, but it didn't ignite. The hot egg liquid splashed, and the two bowls were also smashed. One of the porcelain pieces flew past Wang Yuyang's arm, and blood was seen directly.

When this kind of thing happened, the property owner must be looking for it. When Wang Jianyang cleaned the wound, he called the property owner.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang.

Yuan Xing thought it was the takeaway breakfast ordered by Wang Yuyang just now, so he hurried to open the door, but the person standing outside the door was the property staff.

Wang Jianyang took him to the kitchen, showed him the mess on the floor and his own arm and asked, "What's going on? A sudden explosion?"

It's okay to be alone in the kitchen, but if Yuan Xing is there, something big will happen.

The other party took out a notebook, looked at it, and said, "I called your family yesterday about the diversion of natural gas, but you said no."

Although the community was only built in recent years, the gas pipe was buried a long time ago, and it has already aged this year. In addition, the second phase of the community is next to it, and the first and second phases share the natural gas pipe, so they can only be diverted.

Not to mention adding trouble to the residents, it is absolutely absurd that the opinions of the residents need to be consulted for this kind of problem involving natural gas.

"yesterday?"

Wang Jianyang thought about yesterday's incident carefully, and suddenly became a little angry: "I didn't receive the call, and you are fully responsible for this matter."

The other party actually took out his mobile phone and looked through the call records and showed him: "This is your landline, right? Look, the call lasted 5 minutes. We won't make decisions for you without your consent."

Wang Jianyang saw it, and it really was the landline number.

I didn't come back until late at night yesterday, so this call...

So he turned his head and looked in the direction of the living room.

Yuan Xing, who was sitting in the living room, had already heard the conversation between the two, and sat on the sofa and blamed himself.

It would be great if he understood what the property management said yesterday, what natural gas is, and that natural gas will explode when it encounters an open flame.

In this way, Mr. Happy will not be injured and will not bleed so much.

Yuan Xing grasped the soft cushion on the sofa, pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly felt that he was useless at all.

From acquaintance to living together, he has been bothering Mr. Happy, and Mr. Happy is also helping him settle one thing after another. It’s fine if he doesn’t help, but now he is hurt and bleeding because he doesn’t know anything. up...

He also had a scar about a finger long on his own calf. Yuan Xing also bled a lot at that time, and felt that he was going to die of pain.

Mr. Happy must be in pain too...

If only he was smarter and knew more...

Over there in the kitchen, Wang Yuyang looked at the debris that hadn't been cleaned up yet and sighed. Since it was Yuan Xing, he couldn't be scolded or scolded. It's just that he didn't take this matter to heart and didn't solve it this morning.

After seeing off the property, Wang Yuyang walked up to Yuan Xing and patted his head with his uninjured arm to comfort him.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and said nothing, full of self-blame.

"It's okay, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang said, "A little injury, don't blame yourself so much, it's not your fault."

Yuan Xing shook his head vigorously, as if denying Wang Qianyang's words, and there was a bit of crying in his tone, not because he was wronged, but because he felt useless.

"Yes, it's my fault, Mr. Happy...I'm sorry..."

Wang Yuyang patted him on the head again: "I'm not blaming you, don't apologize to me."

Yuan Xing turned a deaf ear and shook his head again, raised his hand and wiped his eyes: "Yes, it's mine, it's my fault."

Wang Yuyang, who thought he was crying, suddenly panicked. Since the landlord was settled and Yuan Xing moved in, the little life of the two of them was warm and satisfying. Yuan Xing hadn't cried because of those hardships for a long time.

It has been more than half a month since I moved in, and the first time I cried in March was actually because of me, so I agreed not to let him cry again?

Wang Yuyang hurriedly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, because he didn't dare to hug him too tightly because of the scar on his left arm, so he patted his back lightly with his big hands: "Don't cry, Yuan Xing, I don't blame you for this matter, it's because I've been too late recently. Busy forgot about it, and didn't remind you, don't cry."

"I, I didn't cry." Yuan Xing whispered, sobbing, "I am, I am..."

He didn't go on.

"What is it?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and continued: "I, I'm too stupid, if I, if I know more, a little more..."

"Who said that?" Wang Yuyang pretended to be angry and interrupted him, "My little Yuanxing is the smartest child."

After Yuan Xing's mood stabilized a bit, Wang Yuyang let him go, planning to see when the breakfast takeaway would arrive, and after eating, he could go to the clinic to treat the wound and see if he needed stitches.

As a result, as soon as he let go of his arms, Yuan Xing said, "Go, Mr. Happy."

"Well what's the matter?"

Yuan Xing slowly raised his head, looking at him with red eyes.

"I, I want to go back to study, to study, so that I can know more, a little bit more, and in the future, I won't give you any trouble."

"I, I don't want to, because mine makes you bleed, it hurts."

The author has something to say: I originally thought that the event that led Motoko to achieve this "will" was his own setback, but if I set it up like this, I might not be able to help but write a bit of cruel and brutal woooooooooo

It's better to let Lao Wang die!