Ding, your little fool is online

The rain slapped against the glass window, making a rustling sound. Yuan Xing's eyes were red, and the voice was soft, and it sounded very clear in the early morning of the spring rain.

Yuan Xing said that he wants to go back to study and learn more things.

The problem that had troubled Wang Yuyang for more than half a month before, he thought that he would have to do a lot of ideological work for Yuan Xing, or that he would have to go through some preparations, but he did not expect to be able to solve it today because of his accidental injury.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Yuyang felt that his arm didn't hurt at all, and he could even run around the neighborhood twice while waving his arms.

"it is good."

Wang Jianyang raised his hand, wanting to touch Yuan Xing's head, but felt that patting his shoulders would be more suitable for the current situation, but just as his hand dropped to the side of his cheek, he wanted to pinch his soft face.

In the end, his hand went up and down in the air several times, and then returned to his side, drooping naturally, trembling slightly.

I was so excited, I didn't know where to put my hands, and I didn't know what to say.

"Okay." He repeated the sentence again.

After Yuan Xing's wish is fulfilled, the next step is to see Wang Jianyang.

Wang Jianyang still considers following his previous plan, currently bringing Yuan Xing to teach him, and when he knows more about the world, he will find a psychological teacher to teach him.

Zhao Mianfu was a little surprised when he learned about this. He looked Wang Jianyang up and down, and said, "It's just you? You won't teach people astray, will you?"

"It's better to send it to my rehabilitation center. I will go to choose a site next month. It should be completed and put into use by the end of the year."

Wang Yuyang imitated his appearance, and also looked him up and down: "Just you? When your rehabilitation center cuts the ribbon, I guess Yuan Xing will be admitted to a doctorate."

His little Xingxing shoulder can be picked up and lifted, and he can cook noodles and vegetables by himself, but he stutters a little, and he is a little shy when meeting strangers. He doesn't need to go to the rehabilitation center at all. He only needs to be taught carefully, and he will definitely grow into a particularly outstanding person. child.

After some flirting with each other, Wang Yuyang left work happily, left Zhao Mianfu and Wu Xiaomao behind, and was going to have a meal in the business district while waiting for Yuan Xing to leave work.

Yuan Xing was still distributing snacks and pouring drinks at the door. At this time, all the guests had entered the house to eat, and there were only a few scattered people in the waiting area at the door.He sat at the side and secretly read a condensed version of the famous book with pinyin annotations, reading it in a low voice, serious and focused, so focused that even Wang Yuyang stood in front of him, and he was still addicted to the world of the book.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Jianyang reached out and knocked on the top of his head.

"Ah." Yuan Xing raised his head suspiciously, saw that it was Wang Yuyang, and immediately grinned at him, "Yes, Mr. Happy."

"Hmm." Wang Jianyang asked again, "Why are you so engrossed?"

Yuan Xing showed the cover of the book to Wang Yuyang. It was a must-read world classic for elementary and middle school students. There was a library label on the lower right corner, which seemed to be the batch that was borrowed from the library last time.

"Look, watch more." Wang Jianyang nodded and sat on the chair next to him.

It's always good for him to take the initiative to learn something new, and Wang Yuyang will save trouble.

As a result, as soon as he sat down, Yuan Xing put down the book, stretched out his hand and lightly touched Wang Yuyang's injured arm, and asked in a low voice, "Is it still hurting?"

That day, Wang Qianyang's arm was scratched by the tiles of the glass bowl. After breakfast, he went to the hospital for treatment. Now the inside is still wrapped in gauze, and it is bulging under the coat.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Wang Jianyang said.

Yuan Xing asked: "Really, no, it doesn't hurt anymore?"

He clearly saw bloodstains all over the floor in the kitchen that day, and even remembered the depth of the wound.

"Really." Wang Qianyang said helplessly.

"But, but..." Yuan Xing groaned a few times, then stretched out two hands, and slowly hugged Wang Yuyang's arm, "I, I hurt."

In the past, it seemed that Wang Yuyang was the one who felt distressed when he saw Yuan Xing was in distress. Now that his arm was injured, it was Yuan Xing's turn to feel distressed.

If it is said that Yuan Xing's feelings for Wang Yuyang were mostly grateful and dependent, since when did Mr. Happy become the only one in Xiao Xingxing's heart?

This was something Yuan Xing couldn't figure out even if he wanted to break his head. He just thought that he could learn more quickly and know more. One day, he might be able to protect Mr. Kaixin.

After Yuan Xing confirmed his wishes, Wang Jianyang couldn't just let him read books.

Just like raising a child, you always have to cultivate some hobbies. It’s not good to just read books and be silly.So he asked Yuanxing if he wanted to learn something new. Yuanxing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mao, brush calligraphy, is it okay?".

Wang Yuyang vaguely remembered that the first time he met Yuan Xing at the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, in addition to discovering his former name "Yuan Xing", he also found the words written by Yuan Xing. Although they looked crooked, they were horizontal and vertical. , It seems that they all have the look of running a pen.

At that time, Wang Yuyang didn't think much about it, but now he suddenly had a feeling that something was finally on the right track, so he didn't ask too much, only thinking that Yuan Xing should have contacted him a long time ago, so he bought him a set of pens, ink and paper in the afternoon Inkstone made his little Xing Xing the prettiest kid among those students in the calligraphy class who were still using porcelain plates to hold ink.

"Yuanxing, how do you feel today?"

Wang Yuyang came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit, and wanted to ask Yuan Xing about his study class on the first day. He said that he sent Yuan Xing to the class and left. In fact, he smoked cigarettes all morning downstairs by himself. This is Yuan Xing's first substantial step.

However, Yuan Xing did not respond to his words, looked down at the book, pinched the corner of the page with his fingertips.

"Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Yuyang used a small fork to tie up a piece of cut fruit, and asked again, "Did you hear me?"

Only then did Yuan Xing slowly raise his head, blinked at Wang Yuyang, and asked, "Yes, Mr. Happy, are I, me and others always, always different?"

Wang Jianyang was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and the hand holding the fork also stopped.

Yuan Xing raised his face, blinked his drooping eyes, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Wang Yuyang put down his fork, thought for a while, sat beside him and said softly, "Everyone is different, but Xiao Yuanxing must be the most unique one."

After hearing this, Yuan Xing let out a low "huh" and continued to look down at the book, not sure if he didn't understand or didn't get the answer he wanted.

Because Yuan Xing had to go to work in the afternoon, calligraphy classes were arranged in the morning. Early the next morning, Yuan Xing was obviously a little reluctant when he had to go to class again. He looked back at Wang Yuyang several times, and finally went upstairs.

Wang Yuyang still did not leave, smoking a cigarette downstairs, kept looking up at the window of the calligraphy classroom.

Recently, he and Yuan Xing lived a little too comfortably, so he didn't notice some small details, such as the sentence Yuan Xing asked last night, but he didn't ask it at that time, and it was only this morning that he felt something was wrong.

After crushing the cigarette butt, Wang Yuyang cursed himself secretly.

Another wave of green smoke slowly ignited, Wang Yuyang had just put the lighter into his pocket when he saw the teacher from the calligraphy class approaching, and he hurried to meet him.

Wang Yuyang took out a cigarette for the teacher and asked, "Mr. Chen, how is my Yuanxing?"

The teacher only saw Wang Yuyang yesterday, so he naturally remembered him: "Hey Yuan Xing's father, this child Yuan Xing..."

From the conversation, Wang Yuyang learned that even without the pens, inks, papers and inkstones he bought for Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing was still the most special one among the students. He was the oldest one in the class, but the one with the lowest IQ.

He kindly mentioned Yuan Xing's situation to the teacher in the calligraphy class. He wanted to let the other party take care of him more, but he didn't expect the teacher to tell the students in the class about it. Although it was also out of good intentions, Yuan Xing When I was in class, I was stared at by other people around me for a long time. I felt uncomfortable no matter how I wrote, and I even dripped a lot of ink on my body.

That's why I asked that sentence yesterday.

The cigarette butt was about to burn out, Wang Yuyang looked at the window again, and felt that he seemed to have thought about Yuan Xing's recovery too simply, and he couldn't make him grow up to 18 just by carrying a light by his side.

But before he came up with a suitable method, Yuan Xing seemed to have made some different discoveries.

That day, the dictionary Yuanxing had been using was accidentally wet by water. In desperation, Yuanxing had to hang the dictionary to dry on the balcony, and went to the study to find a new dictionary.

There were three tall bookshelves in the study room. After looking up several times, he found a book with the word "dictionary" on the spine. He moved a high stool and stepped on it to take down the dictionary.

As a result, he accidentally bumped into a box when he came down, and the paper in the box was flying around the house.

Yuan Xing was afraid that there was something heavy inside, so he quickly squatted down to pick it up. When he was packing it, he suddenly gave a voice of doubt, and then picked out a dark blue ID from the pile of books and papers.

There are bronzing characters on the cover, which is uneven to the touch, but it may be because of the age, the bronzing has lost a lot, so I can't tell what the characters are, I can only see them.

Yuan Xing stood up, gently blew the dust on it, opened it curiously, and the first thing he saw was a photo.

Wang Yuyang in the photo looks younger than now, with vigor in the corners of his eyes and brows.On the photo is the name of the school, and below it is the printed name, class, date of birth, and enrollment time. It looks like a student ID card.

However, what attracted Yuan Xing was the date of birth, March 3.

"Three, March 31..." Yuan Xing unconsciously followed up, then closed the student ID card, and put it back into the big box together with the books and papers that fell out.

After tidying up, Yuanxing's long reflex arc finally came to his senses.

March 31, isn't that the end of this month?

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked at today's date. The screen showed March 3th. After counting the days carefully, it seemed that Mr. Happy's birthday was only half a month away.

Since leaving home, Yuan Xing has never celebrated a birthday again. Firstly, his 18th birthday is the watershed between happiness and pain in his life. Secondly, his birthday is not interesting. Sometimes he is too busy to work and has no time at all. I remember that I only remembered that my birthday is June [-]st when I saw the Children's Day posters at the door when passing by the elementary school and kindergarten.

Yuan Xing brought his thoughts back to March 31.

It's Mr. Happy's birthday, so I have troubled Mr. Happy for so long, so I have to show it a little bit?

Although Yuan Xing seldom celebrated his own birthday, he did celebrate the birthdays of other colleagues many times during his working days at the hot pot restaurant. Zhang Yue would buy a big cake every time, and treat everyone to one table and two tables of hot pot.

Yuan Xing is not interested in the smell of hot pot that he smells every day. What he cares about is the hand-sized piece of cream cake, which is filled with jam and fruit. It is very delicious. What he ordered was ice cream cake. He was reluctant to eat it at the time, but it melted after leaving it for a while.

After finishing his hunger, Yuan Xing decided to give Wang Yuyang an ice cream cake, and then, and then...

Then, Motoko held the dictionary and thought for a while, then continued to read with his mouth pursed.

He felt that Mr. Happy would definitely like this gift.