Ding, your little fool is online

Their eyes met, and the two blinked in unison.

"Brother, younger brother." Yuan Xing paused his hand to unpack the candy box, stood up from the stool and was about to walk towards the door.

Seeing this, Ling Qiuchi hurriedly reversed the wheel of the wheelchair and wanted to leave, but he knocked against the wall, and he was impatient, so he could only watch Yuan Xing walk towards him.

"Brother, why are you here?" Yuan Xing ran behind Ling Qiuchi and pushed him into the house.

"Who is your younger brother, you little Chinese cabbage fool! Can you stay away from me?" Ling Qiuchi was a little angry.

Yuan Xing responded to him with a smile: "Ah, before, the fried chicken before was very delicious, thank you brother."

The two said that after Yuan Xing bravely chased away the bully with a few Chinese cabbages near Ling Qiuchi High School, Ling Qiuchi was afraid that the driver would sue his family, so he stuffed the fried chicken he secretly bought into Yuan Xing's place. matter.

I remember everything clearly.

Dean Fang Qiuyue waved to Yuan Xing: "Yuan Xing quickly bring Xiao Qiu over."

Yuan Xing obediently pushed Ling Qiuchi to Fang Qiuyue's side, and sat on the small stool by himself, looking at Ling Qiuchi and Fang Qiuyue for a while, feeling that he was very happy this morning.

Fang Qiuyue put the "Little Prince" on Yuan Xing's candy box, and asked with a smile, "Yuan Xing and Xiao Qiu know each other?"

There is a relationship between Yuan Xing and Ling Qiuchi set up by Wang Yuyang, but Yuan Xing was sent by Wang Yuyang this morning, and Ling Qiuchi was sent by his family a month ago, so Fang Qiuyue did not Know this relationship.

"Yeah!" Yuan Xing nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's my younger brother."

Ling Qiuchi: "I don't know!"

Fang Qiuyue looked at the two handsome and beautiful children in front of her and smiled.

Ling Qiuchi glanced at him disdainfully: "I'm already 21 years old, how old are you and you call me brother? Are you the one who takes advantage?"

Yuan Xing: "I, I'm 22 years old."

Ling Qiuchi: "..."

Yuan Xing smiled at him with his head tilted, showing a few teeth, causing Qiu Chi to curl his lips and turn his head to the other side, not looking at Yuan Xing.

He turned his face to the right, just leaving the tear mole under his left eye to Yuan Xing. Yuan Xing bent his eyes and stared at his long eyelashes, wondering why his brother was here.

A few months ago, because Wang Jianyang met Yuan Xing years ago, he rarely went to Wang Jinan's place, and every time he went, Ling Qiuchi called and cried.During the Chinese New Year, something happened to Yuan Xing, and Wang Jianyang never went back except for the night of New Year's Eve.

Last month, Ling Qiuchi actually had some psychological problems, so he was sent to Fang Qiuyue. In addition, he had stayed here for a while when he had just had a car accident, so it was not wrong to appear here. strangeness.

But Wang Qianyang didn't know that, and it happened that Yuan Xing was also sent here.

Correspondingly, Ling Qiuchi didn't know that it was Wang Yuyang who sent Yuan Xing here, nor did he know that the two were living together now.

The treatments of the two were different. Ling Qiuchi came to do psychological counseling, and Yuan Xing came to do rehabilitation training, so after a while, someone led Ling Qiuchi to another room, and Yuan Xing continued to talk to Fang Qiuyue. chat.

Because of the particularity of mentally handicapped patients, although the rehabilitation center is advertised as a third-class hospital, it looks like a very big family inside. Every child who is sent will be brought to Fang Qiuyue first, and Fang Qiuyue will guide them. Let's talk a few words first, and then send it to do the corresponding inspection.

Maybe it's because the sunshine is very leisurely today, no one bothers Fang Qiuyue behind this office anymore, she drags Yuan Xing and talks a lot.

But because Yuan Xing saw Ling Qiuchi, all the topics went to Ling Qiuchi.

Fang Qiuyue asked him dumbfounded: "Yuan Xing, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Then Yuan Xing lowered his head in embarrassment, and put his gaze on the table: "I, I'm just a little, a little happy to see my brother."

Then he raised his head and asked: "Grandma, grandma, brother, how long will he meet here?"

Yuan Xing still unconsciously called grandma.

Fang Qiuyue opened the drawer, took out a yellow card and a pen from it, and pushed it to Yuan Xing: "I don't know about grandma, how about asking yourself when you meet him later? Now Yuan Xing, you give this to me." Just fill it out."

Grandma Fang who tried her best to bring Xiao Yuanxing back on track.

Yuan Xing took the pen and followed the instructions above, and after writing his name and age, he looked at the blank space below and felt worried.

"What kind of person do you most want to be: _________"

It's such a vacancy.

Yuan Xing didn't know how to fill it in, so he raised his head and looked at Fang Qiuyue as if asking for help: "Grandma, I, I don't know how to write this."

Fang Qiuyue smiled and lowered her head to look at it, her head full of silver threads passing by the sun: "Here, just write down your expectations for the future, it doesn't matter what kind of person you have to be and what you want to accomplish It’s also possible. It doesn’t have to be a very ambitious ambition. For example, if Yuan Xing wants to eat chocolate tomorrow, write “Yuan Xing who eats chocolate tomorrow”; Grandma will give you another card, and you write a new card."

"In this way, as the cards gradually accumulate, Yuan Xing can see what he has done, what goals he has achieved, and in the end he can become the person he wants to be."

The table was next to a window, and the white curtains were blown up by the spring breeze, and the lifted corner was filled with bright sunlight.

After Fang Qiuyue finished speaking, she picked up her cup and looked out the window in due course, giving Yuan Xing enough time to think carefully.

Yuan Xing looked at the flickering spots in front of his eyes, and unconsciously tapped his cheek with the pen in his hand. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and began to write on the paper rustlingly.

After a while, Yuan Xing said softly: "Grandma, I, I wrote it."

"Oh?" Fang Qiuyue turned her head, "Let me see."

I saw it said - "Yuan Xing who wants to be with Mr. Happy forever, protect Mr. Happy, find his mother, and go to college."

Fang Qiuyue looked at the several attributives in front of "Yuanxing" on the card, and couldn't help but smile: "Yuanxing has many goals."

"All, all want to come true." Yuan Xing said.

Fang Qiuyue asked: "What about the recent ones? In this case, Yuan Xing will never be able to exchange cards."

Yuan Xing thought for a while and said, "Here, let's celebrate Mr. Kaixin's birthday, just, at the end of the month."

Fang Qiuyue checked the calendar, and there were less than ten days left until the end of March, so she asked, "Have Yuan Xing figured out how to celebrate Mr. Happy's birthday?"

"Not yet." Yuan Xing squeezed the card in his hand, "No, no, I thought about one, Mr. Happy should like it."

"Dean." Someone knocked lightly on the office door, "It's time, you should go see the children."

"Okay." Fang Qiuyue responded, then got up and said to Yuan Xing, "Yuan Xing will follow me to meet my brothers and sisters."

Yuan Xing followed Fang Qiuyue all the way, and along the way, he saw many children younger than himself, with innocent and happy smiles on their faces, and occasionally passed by a few rooms, from which came the sound of crying and throwing things, Fang Qiuyue He took Yuanxing and walked to the other side.

On the way, Fang Qiuyue continued to chat with Yuan Xing about the unfinished topic. Although she didn't know who Mr. Happy was, she was still able to chat with Yuan Xing a lot about birthday ideas.

"Does Yuan Xing want to give Mr. Happy a gift?" She asked, "Have you already thought about it?"

Yuan Xing really wanted to prepare a birthday present for Wang Yuyang, and he had an idea, but he was too embarrassed to tell Fang Qiuyue, so he only whispered, "No, I can't tell grandma."

At the corner at the end of the corridor, the two went up the stairs. Yuan Xing hurriedly stepped forward to hold Fang Qiuyue's arm: "Grandma, grandma, please slow down."

"Thank you, Yuan Xing." Fang Qiuyue reached out to hold the railing of the stairs, "It seems that the gift for Mr. Happy is a surprise."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing looked at his feet and deliberately slowed down his pace.

"How about this, Yuan Xing." Fang Qiuyue said, "I'll give you another card later, can you write down the process of preparing for Mr. Happy's birthday?"

"process?"

In the corridor on the third floor, Fang Qiuyue pulled out her arm and walked to a door with Yuan Xing: "Just write down your thoughts every step of the way. You can start with the gift preparation. What gift do you want to give Mr. Happy now? If this idea changes later, replace it with another one.”

"And for this birthday, if possible, Grandma hopes that you can give Mr. Happy a big surprise. You need to plan this idea carefully. If you think about it, you can talk to Grandma. Grandma can discuss it with you, but In the end, Yuan Xing still needs to complete this surprise by himself."

From the conversation just now, Fang Qiuyue found that Yuan Xing's attention was easily disturbed by the surrounding sounds and things, and stuttering was a sign of lack of confidence in herself.

Fang Qiuyue asked him to prepare a big birthday surprise for Mr. Happy, in order to let him concentrate on one thing in a short period of time, to encourage him constantly and to make him more confident in himself, so that he could complete it independently This planning.

Although it is a small matter, Fang Qiuyue is confident that Yuan Xing can grow and change from this birthday surprise.

Before opening the door, Fang Qiuyue couldn't help asking, "Yuan Xing, who is Mr. Happy?"

She remembered that on the card just now, Yuan Xingqian had four attributives, two of which were related to Mr. Happy, and now this birthday surprise was prepared for Mr. Happy again.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, and said softly in the overwhelmed spring: "It's very important, someone I like very much."

Fang Qiuyue's eyes widened slightly, and she opened the door with a smile.

Several windows on the south side are open, and the white curtains are blown up by the wind, bringing in the scent of flowers and grass. In the blink of an eye, you can see the dust floating in the air. They float slowly with time, slowly and peacefully. .

Inside the house were seven or eight children, all dressed in colorful clothes, all sitting quietly in their seats, not knowing what they were doing.

However, if you look closely, their facial expressions are not as natural and normal as ordinary people's. Their eyes are either looking in the middle or skewed in one direction. Also take the trouble to help them wipe.

This is because these children are currently severely mentally disabled, and because they are young children, most of them have incomplete mental development, slow reactions in all aspects, slurred speech, and extremely poor self-expression ability.And if there is no cure, these symptoms generally stay with them for a lifetime.

In this respect, Yuan Xing was much luckier than them.

Yuan Xing blinked, looked at the group of children, and seemed to understand what Wang Yuyang told himself before, and played with them every day.

Just watching, a little boy who was still quiet just now suddenly threw something in his hand to Yuan Xing, and the clay doll hit Yuan Xing's arm, which hurt a little.

The little boy suddenly yelled and hugged his head, scaring the little girl next to him to cry too. The room that had been quiet just now suddenly turned into howling ghosts and wolves. The room that was just as peaceful as heaven just now has turned into a boundless hell.

As soon as Yuan Xing picked up the clay doll, Fang Qiuyue said to him: "Yuan Xing, your family has come to pick you up, it's downstairs, you should go back today, remember to come for a medical examination at this time tomorrow."

Yuan Xing wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang. It was Wang Yuyang calling, urging him to go downstairs quickly.

"Then, goodbye, grandma."

Yuan Xing said goodbye, turned his head sideways after walking out the door, and couldn't help but look at the little boy who hit him.

Unknowingly, Zhong Yuanxing had been chatting with Fang Qiuyue for almost a morning, and Wang Yuyang also rushed over from the company to pick him up.

"How is it, little Yuanxing?" Wang Yuyang sat in the driver's seat and looked at Yuanxing with a smile, "Did you learn anything?"

"It's just been a morning." Yuan Xing climbed up to the co-pilot and buckled up the seat belt himself.

After sitting down, he found that when he was leaving just now, he accidentally put the little boy's clay doll in his pocket.

Wang Jianyang leaned over and asked, "What is this?"

Yuan Xing looked at the ugly clay doll in his hand, but couldn't answer, so he could only say, "Yes, it belongs to other children."

"Oh?" Wang Yuyang started the car, "Did I give it to you?"

Yuan Xing shook his head: "No."

He looked down at the clay puppet in his hand, and always thought of the yelling child just now, and the awkward look in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Yuan Xing."

Wang Jianyang called him abruptly and asked, "What did you do this morning? Tell me about it."

Yuan Xing was distracted, and didn't notice what he said: "Come on, tell grandma this morning how to prepare a birthday surprise for Mr. Kaixin."

Wang Yuyang, who was concentrating on driving, didn't notice it, and only responded, "Oh, that's it."

After a few seconds, both of them came back to their senses.

Wang Jianyang woke up like a dream: "Xiao Yuanxing, what did you say?"

Yuan Xing hurriedly covered his mouth and shook his head desperately: "There is nothing."

It happened to be a red light at this moment, Wang Yuyang stopped the car, pulled the handbrake and looked at Yuan Xing with a smile on his side: "Xiao Yuan Xing has grown up, and everyone knows my birthday, so he will prepare a surprise for me."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, glanced wildly at the clay puppet in his hand, and insisted on not wanting Wang Yuyang to continue to ask: "Mr. Happy, don't ask any more. If you ask too much, it won't be a surprise."

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"That's good." Wang Yuyang reached out and rubbed Yuan Xing's head casually a few times, then withdrew his hand, "I won't ask for now, I'll wait for the surprise Xiao Yuan Xing prepared for me."

God knows how happy Wang Yuyang is, he even wants to hug his little star and hold him high, and give him the warmest sunshine and the softest moonlight in the world.

Every year on Wang Yuyang’s birthday, he would receive many valuable gifts from his friends. After his biological mother passed away, March 3st became an ordinary day to drink and meet with friends. It seemed just plain Made him a year older.

And this year's birthday, suddenly there is a lot of anticipation.

Looking forward to what surprises his little star will send.

But then, Yuan Xing's words changed the topic of this birthday: "I just returned, and I saw a lot, kid."

This mentally handicapped rehabilitation center in Beijing is mainly for children, so it is not uncommon for Yuan Xing to see children, so Wang Yuyang asked him with an "um" and then what.

"They, they are so pitiful." Although Yuan Xing didn't quite understand what happened to those children, he instinctively felt compassion.

He shook the clay puppet in his hand: "This, this one belonged to a kid, and it hit mine, my arm."

When the green light came on, Wang Yuyang pulled Yuan Xing's arm before starting the car, and asked with concern, "Where did you get hit? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Yuan Xing pulled out his arm, "Mr. Happy, you drive well."

Wang Qianyang glanced at his arm again, intending to wait until he got home to see if there was anything wrong, so he asked him, "How is that kid?"

Rubbing this ugly clay puppet with his fingers, his fingertips also became dirty, Yuan Xing pursed his lips: "It feels like, it's not so good, eyes, eyes keep looking to the left, and then drooling, They would suddenly yell, throw things and people."

After hearing about it, Wang Yuyang judged that the child Yuan Xing was talking about should be a severely mentally handicapped patient, so he couldn't help sighing.

Yuan Xing immediately asked: "Happy, why is Mr. Happy sighing? Yes, are you unhappy?"

"No." Wang Yuyang clenched the steering wheel and sighed, "I'm glad."

I am glad that my little Yuanxing is better, I am glad that it is not too late to meet Yuanxing, and I am glad that Yuanxing still has a chance.

Yuan Xing didn't know if he understood or not, so he just nodded slightly.

The car was quiet for a while, and Yuan Xing asked Wang Yuyang when he stopped at the second red light: "Mr. Happy, that, that Grandma Fang, can heal the children and let them learn?"

"Yes." Wang Yuyang nodded, "Aren't you there too, are you studying with Grandma Fang?"

"Oh." Yuan Xing lowered his head after getting the answer.

He took out the cardboard Fang Qiuyue gave him from his pocket, and Yuan Xing asked again: "Mr. Happy, do you have a writing pen?"

Wang Yuyang felt that Yuan Xing was a little abnormal today, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead and asked, "Xiao Yuan Xing, is there something on your mind?" But he still took out a water-based pen from the storage box and gave it to him, "Here you are."

Yuan Xing put his palm under the cardboard and carefully wrote on it.

"I, I will be in the future." Yuan Xing said intermittently.

"If I, if I can be cured, I also want to open a hospital like Grandma Fang, let, let those children come to me, cure them, let them be normal, go Studying, going to work, the same can be done, happy, happy life.”

When he raised his head, on the light yellow cardboard, there was another sentence after "what kind of person do you want to be most"——

"Yuan Xing wants to open a hospital and help children become happier."