Ding, your little fool is online

When Fang Qiuyue asked this question, Yuan Xing was still drinking the cup of jujube tea, and there seemed to be no major reaction on her face. In fact, when she wrote the last word, she quietly bit the raised part of the edge of the paper cup with her teeth.

Yesterday Fang Qiuyue asked Yuan Xing who Mr. Happy was.

The answer Yuanxing gave was - "It is very important, someone I like very much."

It's not that Fang Qiuyue is forgetful, she just needs to confirm her thoughts.

With a "click", Yuan Xing put the paper cup on the table, looked up at Fang Qiuyue, and said softly, "I like it very much, Mr. Happy."

Then repeated again: "I like it very much."

Fang Qiuyue poured him another cup of jujube tea and asked, "How much do you like it? Do you have a description?"

Yuan Xing looked at Fang Qiuyue, and seemed to be a little distressed: "It's...that's it, I like it very much."

He can't say how much he likes it specifically, the only thing he can say is that he doesn't like eating candy, like sunny days, like kittens and puppies, like sister Yueyue, and like to communicate with guests.

All in all, I like it very much.

The more specific expression is that I like to always think of him when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, and I am very happy when I see him appearing. When I see him, I blame myself and worry because I am injured.

I like it so much that I want a kiss on the cheek, but I haven't realized this wish yet, and I don't know how to describe this liking yet.

"Okay." Fang Qiuyue put away the empty thermos, "I see."

She took out a new piece of cardboard and a transparent folder, handed it to Yuanxing, and said, "Yuanxing, you can write Mr. Happy's birthday surprise in this book on the cardboard, remember to write the date on it, and finally put it into the folder."

The sound of rain was still there, and Yuan Xing lay down on the table and wrote stroke by stroke. Fang Qiuyue went to the water dispenser and filled the thermos cup with water. Looking at Yuan Xing's serious back, she smiled slightly.

As the dean of the rehabilitation center, she actually only needs to be responsible for the recovery of the patients. Relationships and the like are not within her scope of responsibility, but Yuan Xing is a "patient" who is really special.

People around him often regard him as a child whose mind is only seven or eight years old because of his unfortunate experience when he was 18 years old, but they don't know that the word mind is separate.It is true that the IQ is seven or eight years old, but the feelings in his heart are far more than that.

Especially since he, as a 22-year-old adult, is entitled to such emotions.

"Grandma, I, I finished it." Yuan Xing turned around and handed Fang Qiuyue the folder containing the jammed paper.

Fang Qiuyue reached out to take it, filled in Yuanxing's name in the label on the upper right corner and returned it to him: "Yuanxing, take good care of it."

After putting away the folder, Motoko looked down for a while.

There is only a bright yellow card in the transparent folder, the writing on the card can be clearly seen, and the blank space left by himself can be seen.

Touching the vacancy with his fingers, Yuan Xing couldn't help but think of the plot in the movie again.

It should be that the young lady kissed the big brother on the mouth.

So he pulled out this card again and asked Fang Qiuyue: "Grandma, you, what do you think of this place, if it follows the order of the movie..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qiuyue interrupted him: "Yuan Xing, I don't think so."

Then he added: "I don't think your Mr. Happy will agree."

If Wang Jianyang had this thought, he would not have sent Yuan Xing to the rehabilitation center. Anyway, Yuan Xing is already an adult, and he is still a child in terms of IQ.

Fang Qiuyue felt that Wang Yuyang's attitude in this aspect was quite commendable. In addition, in his previous relationship with Yuan Xing, through the small things in life, he single-handedly contributed to Yuan Xing's many changes, which is also worth mentioning.

Yuan Xing listened to Fang Qiuyue's words, looked at the tender green branches swaying in the rain outside the window, and thought for a while.

At the end of last month, even if he wanted a kiss on the cheek, the mouth was lower than the cheek, and Mr. Happy would probably not agree.

So he put the card away again and put it back in the folder.

Seeing this, Fang Qiuyue thought briefly: "Yuan Xing, if you are unsure, you can try to ask Mr. Happy, but remember not to let him know that you are preparing a birthday surprise, otherwise there will be no surprise."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing raised his head and blinked, "But Grandma, I, Mr. Happy already knew about it, and I accidentally let it slip."

Fang Qiuyue was taken aback, and touched Yuan Xing's head: "Then you can go ahead and ask, it's okay."

Yuan Xing nodded: "Okay, then, what are we doing this morning, grandma?"

Fang Qiuyue said: "Yesterday you only came for one morning, and there is still some time today. Let's have a physical examination first. After the physical examination results come out, you can start the follow-up treatment and study."

Physical examination is nothing more than height, weight, blood routine, etc., but because of the particularity of patients in the hospital, some additional items will be added.Except for a small incident during the intracranial X-ray and CT examinations, Yuan Xing's other examinations were uneventful, and the indicators were all qualified.

After a series of inspections, it was almost time to leave at noon.

Yuan Xing's things were still in Fang Qiuyue's office, so I met her again before leaving.

"Grandma, I, I'm leaving. Goodbye, grandma." Yuan Xing said goodbye politely.

"Wait for Yuan Xing." Fang Qiuyue stopped Yuan Xing before he left the room.

She handed Yuan Xing a small pack of wolfberry and red dates that she had just prepared, and said softly, "Go back and make jujube tea for Mr. Happy. If you like it sweet, you can put more honey."

When Motoko came here today, he didn't carry a schoolbag, so when he walked towards the street, he held an umbrella in one hand and a transparent folder in the other. The rain and wind were slightly stronger than when he came, and his shoulders and folders were still wet from the rain.

The wipers swayed from side to side, Wang Yuyang asked Yuan Xing with concern: "Is it cold, Xiao Yuan Xing, what do you want for lunch?"

"All, it's all right." After sitting down, Yuan Xing hurriedly tore a piece of paper to wipe the water droplets on the folder.

Wang Jianyang turned to help Yuan Xing pull up his seat belt, glanced casually, and asked, "What is this?"

"Yes, Mr. Happy, I can't read it." Yuan Xing immediately turned over the folder nervously, so as not to let Wang Yuyang see it.

Wang Jianyang raised his eyes and glanced at him, then teased and said, "So mysterious?"

"Yes, I just can't watch it." Yuan Xing pursed his lips.

The car was shuttling in the spring rain, Yuan Xing looked at the windshield wipers that swayed from time to time, and thought of Fang Qiuyue's words before the medical examination, so he turned his head and peeked at Wang Yuyang on the left.

Although Wang Yuyang was looking directly at the road ahead, he also received the signal of peeking. He smiled and asked Yuan Xing, "Why are you peeking at me?"

Yuan Xing hurriedly turned his head away: "I, I didn't peek."

"No?" Wang Jianyang checked his head, looked at him and smiled.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and stared at the folder on his lap, his voice was like a mosquito: "I, this is me, I'm looking at it openly, no, it can't be considered peeking."

"Okay, you're aboveboard." Wang Yuyang had already turned his head and continued to concentrate on the car, "So, does Xiao Yuanxing have anything to tell me?"

"Well……"

The rain streaked water marks on the outer layer of the car window, Motoko hesitated a few times and said, "Yeah, it's not a big deal."

At the red light at the intersection, Wang Yuyang stopped the car and put on the handbrake, looked at Yuan Xing and said, "Your big and small things are big things, let's talk about Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing thought over Fang Qiuyue's words again, and then asked: "Mr. Happy, what do you have, birthday wish?"

Hearing this question, Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Yuan Xing's hair into a mess: "Didn't you agree to prepare a birthday surprise for me? If you ask me so bluntly, there will be no surprises. I won't say anything." , I want the surprise Xiao Yuanxing prepared for me."

Yuan Xing was a little distressed when he got this answer.

He glanced at Wang Yuyang eagerly, and Wang Yuyang blinked at him innocently, Yuan Xing had no choice but to turn his head away again.

The 50-second red light time passed, and the car continued to drive in the spring rain. Yuan Xing couldn't help sneaking glances at Wang Yuyang again.

Getting closer and closer to home, Yuan Xing no longer knew how many times he had peeked at Wang Yuyang, several times the eyes of the two had met, every time Yuan Xing led his eyes away, his long eyelashes flickered up and down, hurriedly and quickly Blinking and pursing the corners of her lips, she is really cute.

Who can stand this.

Wang Jianyang then asked, "Do you want to know that much?"

Yuan Xing nodded vigorously: "I think, I think about it." He also took into account the surprise that Wang Qianyang was looking forward to, so he added, "Just, just asking, may not follow what Mr. Kaixin said."

These words made Wang Jian laugh angrily: "I won't follow what I said, so why do you still ask me, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing was taken aback, thinking that what he said seemed to make sense.

I had no choice but to lower my head: "Well, well, I'll think about it myself."

But as soon as he lowered his head, he heard Wang Jianyang say: "Of course I also have a wish."

Yuan Xing's pupils dilated slightly, and he quickly raised his head and asked, "Yes, what is it?"

At this time, they had already driven into the parking lot of the community, Wang Yuyang turned off the ignition of the car, pulled out the key, the two of them loosened their seat belts one after another, and opened the car door.

"I want my little Yuanxing to like me sooner."

His pleasant voice blended into the sound of the rain.

The wind slanted slightly, and the rain came head-on, caressing Yuan Xing's face, and condensed into tiny drops of water on the eyelashes. It was cool, but his eyes were wide open, without blinking.

It took a long time, until the hair on Yuanxing's forehead was wet in strands by the rain, and the tranquility was broken.

Wang Yuyang stood at the other end of the car holding an umbrella and asked him, "Aren't you going to get out of the car?"

Only then did Yuan Xing wake up as if from a dream, hurriedly said "oh", closed the car door, took his folder and ran to Wang Yuyang's umbrella with small steps, and took his broad hand naturally.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a rattling sound. There were many puddles on the road. When stepping on it, water splashed and wet the white shoes.

Under the eaves, Wang Yuyang put away his umbrella and reached out to press the password of the electronic door in front of the unit.

In the sound of rain, Yuan Xing looked at Wang Yuyang's tall back, looked at the darker cloth on his left shoulder that was wet by the rain, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "But, I, I already like it." .”