Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing spent several days with such an idea in his mind, thinking about it, and giggling a few times when he thought of it, he was very happy by himself.

In contrast, Wang Yuyang has been frowning for the past few days.

He looked at Yuan Xing, who was sitting on the sofa reading without paying attention, and smiled secretly after a while, feeling worried.

It's over, my little star is really stupid after reading.

After Yuan Xing asked that sentence and learned that he was not very comfortable in the calligraphy class, Wang Yuyang sought his opinion, stopped the calligraphy class, and asked him to continue to maintain the previous mode of reading and taking books in the morning Or sleep, go to work in the afternoon, and go to the library to borrow new books in my spare time.

The road to recovery for a mentally handicapped patient is far from being as simple as he imagined.

He always thinks about being lucky, buying all the things for him, and helping him clean up the stones on the road ahead, but he always ignores the environment needed for growth.

Therefore, people grow up with the company of their peers. They accompany you in kindergarten from 3 to 5 years old, and they accompany you in primary school from 6 to 12 years old. They will always make progress and grow together in a group. With you who is now an adult.

He took Yuan Xing by his side and reminded him not to make detours, but after all, Yuan Xing was a child of seven or eight years old psychologically, and Wang Yuyang himself was already 31, and his mental age might be a little higher.

It is equivalent to a little white rabbit, who was thrown into the tiger's den and Longtan when it was born, twists and turns, not only ignorant, but also scared.

When he was with Yuan Xing, although Yuan Xing was happy, as far as he was concerned, he was still standing still. He couldn't understand Wang Yuyang's feelings, and he couldn't do what he wanted in his heart to protect his Mr. Happy one day.

Wang Yuyang, who originally thought that he had waited for 30 years and it would be okay to wait a few more years, suddenly felt a little anxious.

Why can't life be like a dream? When he woke up, his little Yuanxing turned back to 18 years old.

Left and right couldn't think of any scientific and effective method, it's better to go out for a walk, maybe another village will be brightened, so Wang Yuyang stepped forward and knocked on the table: "Xiao Yuanxing."

"Huh?" Yuan Xing raised his head, with a smile on his lips, "Why, what's the matter, Mr. Happy?"

"Let's go for a walk." Wang Yuyang gently pulled out the book in his hand, "The weather is so good today, if you don't go out, it will be wasted."

Today's weather is really good, the sun is shining brightly, but it doesn't feel hot, with the warmth only in spring, and the unique taste of sunshine blowing towards the face, the good spring is very soft.

Yuan Xing changed into light clothes and followed Wang Qianyang out of the house.

"Go, Mr. Happy, where are we going?" Yuan Xing asked curiously while sitting in the co-pilot.

Wang Jianyang almost sang this question.

He pulled the safety belt beside Yuan Xing and buckled it, and asked softly, "Where does Xiao Yuan Xing want to go?"

Yuan Xing tugged at the belt in front of him, looked at the sunlight cast in front of the car and said, "Follow, be with Mr. Happy, just be together."

After driving for half an hour, I arrived at a park that hadn't been abused by square dancing aunts.

Except for the library, the last time I took Yuanxing out to play was on the first day of the new year. That time he bought new clothes and scarves for Yuanxing, took him to drink milk tea, and the two shuttled through the bright and beautiful shopping malls.

In early spring, the branches have just sprouted green buds, and the flowers either have no shadow or just have a small flower bud. The color is very light, soft and very comfortable.

And the winter jasmine that bloomed before everything else has already covered the entire mountain, bright yellow and soft in the sunlight.

Breathing the fresh air, Wang Yuyang really felt much better.

There were quite a few people in the park on weekends, most of them were parents with their children. It was not awkward for Wang Jianyang to walk in the crowd with Yuan Xing, but this "father" seemed a little too young.

In addition to tourists, there are also many small vendors in the park who set up tables and push carts, selling snacks or some gadgets.

The sound of fried potatoes and kebabs is sizzling, and the aroma is overflowing.

Yuan Xing looked at those fried foods greedily, but was ruthlessly pulled away by Wang Yuyang.

Wang Yuyang pulled him away from those small vendors, and said righteously: "Eat less junk food, Xiao Yuanxing, if you eat too much, you will become stupid."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Xing looked at those small stalls reluctantly, but still could only let Wang Yuyang drag himself further and further away, and pouted involuntarily.

Sitting on a bench, Wang Jianyang let out a sigh of relief.He didn't just come out for a walk, he wanted to ask Yuan Xing something, what he meant.

He cleared his throat: "Yuan Xing."

"Huh?" Yuan Xing didn't look up, as if he was counting ants on the ground.

But before the words came out, Wang Yuyang found that he had left his mobile phone in the car.There is a distance from here to the parking lot, and it takes about ten minutes to walk, Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing and the little ants on the ground, and finally said: "You wait for me here first, I will go back and get my phone, don't run around. "

Yuan Xing responded, and in his hand was a small wooden stick picked up from the ground.

He rushed back to the parking lot, and as soon as he opened the door, Wang Yuyang heard his cell phone ring.

It was Zhao Mianfu who called: "Hi, old Wang."

Wang Jianyang pressed the car key and closed the door, and said, "What's the matter?"

The sound of a lot of coins colliding came from Zhao Mianfu's side, presumably he was catching dolls in the video game city, and he said, "Well, it's actually not a big deal."

"Then I'm hanging up the phone." Wang Jianyang said and took the phone away from his ear.

"Hey hey don't." Zhao Mianfu's voice was unhurried, "It's about Yuan Xing."

Wang Qianyang moved the phone back again, and frowned helplessly when he heard the sound of coins being inserted.

I have to say that Zhao Mianfu is very bad at talking, but everyone can do things, and you can handle people properly with a few sentences, but in Wang Yuyang's case, it is only because of his emphasis on Yuan Xing.

"Tell me what's the matter." Wang Jianyang said.

Zhao Mianfu asked with a cheerful tone: "You sent him to learn calligraphy? What kind of calligraphy are you learning? You are not losing your wits, he has to..."

He was interrupted by Wang Jianyang before he finished speaking.

Wang Jianyang frowned, and said in an unhappy tone, "Are you investigating him?"

"No, no." Zhao Mianfu hurriedly explained, "It just so happens that the real estate with several buildings connected to it over there is in my name. I went there on business that day, and I happened to see him coming out of the room where the calligraphy class was. .”

This is so coincidental that I don't know if he is showing off his wealth or it is really a coincidence.

"and then?"

"That's why I said you lost your mind." Zhao Mianfu successfully caught the first doll and put it in his bag, "If you put him in such an environment, it's better to let him continue to work in the hotpot restaurant. But you are not stupid to let him go back from the calligraphy class in time."

I also have to say that while Zhao Mianfu can't speak, his speech is also very difficult to listen to.

Wang Yuyang squeezed the center of his eyebrows, somehow a willpower supported him to talk to Zhao Mianfu: "Then what do you think I should do?"

"I know you want to take him by your side, but it is absolutely impossible for him to be the only one in the recovery process. You have to consider his condition carefully. He must be in a suitable age group to recover slowly. That's why the kids in the rehab center are all together, do you understand? What do you think about bringing him by your side? Do you teach him tongue twisters every day to overcome stuttering?"

Similar to what Wang Jianyang thought at home, they all needed a suitable environment, instead of just thinking about it all the time so that Yuan Xing could develop hobbies like a normal person.

But Zhao Mianfu put forward such a caring and professional opinion, Wang Yuyang still didn't give him a good tone: "So you still want me to send Yuanxing to your rehabilitation center, right? Got it, kneel down and grab your baby Bar."

Finally, before the person hangs up, say, "Thank you."

From this position, the carts of the small vendors could already be seen, so Wang Jianyang put the phone in his pocket and walked quickly towards Yuan Xing.

Yuan Xing still sat on the bench obediently, but he was not counting ants. He was surrounded by several children, all holding a piece of paper in their hands, scrambling to call my brother to look at me, and my brother to praise me.

Yuan Xing, who likes children very much, lowers his head, smiles very shyly, shows his small white teeth, squeezes out the dimples on his cheeks.

He took a painting a little anxiously: "No, don't worry, take your time, take your time."

But there was also a cheerful tone in this anxiety.

It turned out that this group of children were first-grade children in a nearby elementary school, and they were taken out by their teachers this afternoon for a spring outing to sketch and paint.

Most of the children drew flowers, grass, blue sky and white clouds. One of them saw Yuan Xing sitting motionless on a chair, so he sketched for him.

Yuan Xing had never been treated like this before. He looked at the immature crayon drawing with flattery, nodded happily, and praised the child: "You, your drawing is so beautiful."

Then the group of children gathered around, vying for Yuan Xing to praise his painting, and the teacher couldn't stop him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." The teacher said to Wang Yuyang apologetically.

Wang Qianyang smiled and said, "You're welcome."

"However, don't you and your child look very similar..."

The teacher said a few more words, Wang Yuyang immediately suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and touched his chin unconsciously.

Do you look old? ? ?

The group of children were like birds, chirping around Yuan Xing, making him praise himself, and even let him guess what was on the painting.

"Brother, guess what this is?" A child asked while holding his own painting, pointing to a blue object on it.

Yuan Xing took a serious look: "Ying, it should be Little Pig."

"Wrong, hahaha." The child laughed loudly, "This is Stitch, how could it be a little pig."

"Ah." Yuan Xing suddenly realized.

He suddenly remembered that when he first saw Mr. Happy, he seemed to hold such a blue doll in his arms, and asked him if he wanted a piggy to accompany him for dinner. At that time, Mr. Happy told himself that it was Stitch, as if What a character in Baby.

Yuan Xing can't remember what happened next, but he only remembers that Wang Yuyang was sitting under the warm lights of the hot pot restaurant at that time, with intoxicating peach blossom eyes, and looked extraordinarily good-looking.

So he raised his head, opened his eyes wide and looked at Wang Yuyang standing in the spring light not far away.

Still, it's still pretty, Motoko thought while blinking.

"Big brother, big brother, you came to see me. Guess what this is?" A little boy held the painting up to Yuan Xing's face, blocking his sight and completely blocking Wang Yuyang.

Yuan Xing had no choice but to put his energy back on the child's painting: "Okay, I, let me take a look."

"Yes, it's a little butterfly, Piao, a beautiful butterfly." Yuanxing said.

"That's right!" The child opened his mouth wide and smiled at him, "It's a little red butterfly."

He suddenly asked again: "But big brother, why do you always repeat some parts when you speak?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xing didn't know what to say when someone mentioned his stutter.

Before he could speak, a little girl next to the little boy with ponytails punched him on the head with a fist: "Stupid, I must be afraid that you might not be able to hear clearly, so big brother has to say it twice."

"Then you can't hit me either." The little boy hugged his head aggrievedly.

"No, don't fight." Yuan Xing hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull the two of them away, "Okay, good boy, you can't fight."

"I don't." The little girl squeezed the little boy away, and held up her painting to Yuan Xing's eyes, "Brother, look at my painting, but for this one, you have to praise me three times."

Yuan Xing was taken aback, and took the painting with a smile.

He sat with the backlight, surrounded by a warm golden light, and the dimples on the edge of his cheeks were also filled with sunlight. He generously shared a smile brighter than the sun with those around him, as free as a fish in water, completely different from before. Embarrassment and displeasure in the calligraphy class.

And the children around him laughed freely just like him.

From their eyes and words, it can be seen that this group of children seem to regard Yuan Xing as a big brother.They won't look at him with strange eyes, and even take the initiative to help him out. Even though they don't know what stuttering means, they still use their own childish language to give the best and most innocent explanation. Won Yuanxing's self-esteem and face.

Presumably, if Yuan Xing was in such an environment, he would not ask the question of how different people are, because everyone around him is just like him, and they are all extremely innocent.

Seeing Yuan Xing like this, Wang Yuyang laughed unconsciously.

Perhaps, what Zhao Mianfu said is indeed reasonable, and perhaps Yuan Xing can learn a lot from children.

After the group of children were taken away by the teacher, Wang Yuyang sat back beside Yuan Xing and asked him, "Are you happy, little Yuan Xing?"

"Yes, happy!" Yuan Xing nodded vigorously without hesitation.

"Then do you want to play with them every day?" Wang Jianyang asked again, "I'm so happy every day."