Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes wide and did not speak.

Looking at Yuan Xing who is trying hard to compare his heart on the screen, he can't help but sigh that his little star has grown up. Not only can he secretly watch movies by himself, but he has also learned some fancy things by himself.

But it's pretty darn cute.

Yuan Xing saw that Wang Yuyang kept comparing his heart without saying a word. After maintaining the posture for a long time, it was inevitable that his arms would be a little sore, so he shook his arms a few times, trying to put his arms down.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang sat up straight and turned the screen of the phone brighter, "Persist a little longer, move the person to the left a little bit, that's right, that's it, keep this posture and don't move, hold on, good boy."

Then press and hold the power button with one hand, and press the volume up button with the other.

Crazy screenshots.

It perfectly interprets what is meant by "what are you doing in a daze, take a screenshot".

After cutting about a dozen or twenty pieces of "Yuan Xing Comparing Hearts", Wang Yuyang withdrew his hand in satisfaction, Yuan Xing also lowered his arms, rubbed his wrists, and kept glancing at the camera, not knowing what Wang Yuyang was doing just now.

Screenshots are screenshots after all, even if the composition is perfect, there are still some redundant logos on the screen. In addition, Yuan Xing’s mobile phone is relatively old, and the pixels of the front camera are not particularly high-definition, so most of the pictures Wang Yuyang gets are blurry.

However, this did not prevent him from choosing one of them, and setting it as the phone's lock screen and desktop, and admiring it for a while.

"Where did you learn it?" Wang Jianyang asked, pursing his lips.

"Electricity, TV." Motoko whispered while rubbing his arms.

It wasn't that Yuan Xing suddenly became enlightened, he actually learned the tricks from a variety show.In addition to comparing hands with each other, I also learned several other types, such as finger comparison, arms comparison, hands comparison with blowing kisses, everything that one expects to find.

That afternoon, he watched the guests on TV posing in various poses. At first he thought it was fun, but later he heard the actor sister above said that she often played this way when she and her husband made videos. It is time to apply what you have learned.

"Is that so?" After listening to Yuan Xing's explanation, Wang Yuyang smiled, and while the alcohol was still strong, he continued to ask, "The actress sister compared her heart with her husband in the video, who is Xiao Yuan Xing with?"

Even if Yuan Xing's IQ is seven or eight years old, no matter how stupid he is, he still understands what her husband means.

The sight from the screen was a little hot.

Yuan Xing looked away, lowered his eyelashes, and whispered, "Yes, it's with Kaixin, Mr. Kaixin?"

This answer was within Wang Yuyang's expectation, he shook his head with a smile, said "hmm" and stopped talking, and bent his eyes to look at the little star on the opposite side.

He was afraid that with Yuan Xing's current learning ability, if he continued to ask "Who am I to you?", Yuan Xing might give him a cup of Yougumei milk tea.

Wang Jianyang didn't speak any more, but Yuan Xing spoke.

"Mr. Happy is, it's family."

The voice was soft, soft like a feather, and swept across my heart.

From the two people's acquaintance to the present, from friends to family members, it is not only a span of time, but also a kind of emotional integration.

It is said to be family members, but there are many types of family members, and husbands are also family members.

Wang Jianyang was already itchy by Yuan Xing's voice, but he didn't want to get a cup of milk tea, so he held back and didn't ask.

Anyway, Xiao Yuanxing was at home and couldn't run anywhere. Sooner or later, he would understand his own feelings.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang felt a little relieved.

However, just a few seconds after he was relieved, Yuan Xing's voice came again.

"Like, like Dad."

After finishing speaking, Motoko nodded, as if he agreed with his words very much.

Well, Pharaoh was so angry that he passed out.

Yuan Xing tilted his head to look at the Wang Yuyang who seemed to have suffered a big blow on the screen: "Go, Mr. Happy, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand, aimed at Yuan Xing's forehead on the screen, flicked it with his fingers, and said, "I was pissed off by a little idiot."

"Who, who is it?" Yuan Xing also had the face to ask.

"I won't tell you." Wang Yuyang said and yawned. He looked at the time, and it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. Tomorrow, Yuan Xing would go to the rehabilitation center early, and he himself would go to the company of his old classmate here. "It's getting late, Xiao Yuanxing, you should go to bed, I'll be back in two days."

Yuan Xing seemed to want to find out who this little idiot was, but he yawned with Wang Jianyang, so he nodded.

Seeing that Yuan Xing's hair was not dry yet, Wang Yuyang said, "Little Yuan Xing, the hair dryer is in the drawer on the right side of the TV cabinet in the living room. Go and dry your hair before going to bed, or you will feel uncomfortable. Don't open the windows too much at night, leave a gap That's it, the temperature will cool down in the middle of the night, so don't catch a cold."

"Yeah, yeah." Yuanxing nodded obediently, "Well, Mr. Happy, goodbye, good night."

"Oh yes, there are more." Wang Jianyang stopped him again.

Yuan Xing, who had already left, returned to the front of the camera and said, "Mr. Happy is still there, is there anything else?"

Wang Yuyang hooked the corners of his lips, and blinked at Yuanxing: "If you want to go to sleep on my bed, just go, I can pretend that I don't know, and I can sleep for two more days."

After finishing his speech, he witnessed a glutinous rice dumpling that was white and tasted like strawberry in an instant, and a glutinous rice dumpling that was still smoking.

Yuan Xing's tone was flustered, and he hesitated and said, "I, I, I'm going to blow my hair."

Then he took off the earphones, put the phone on the bed, and ran to the living room to dry his hair, but he forgot to click to hang up the video, and Wang Yuyang could still see the inside of the house.

Wang Yuyang also expected this situation, so he moved his posture and waited quietly in front of the screen, listening to the buzzing sound from time to time.

After waiting for a while, the humming stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of a series of objects colliding lightly, and then the sound of rattling slippers.

With a little playfulness, listening to the voice seems to be able to see the arc of the puppy's ears on the slippers.

Pushing the door, Yuan Xing entered the house.

The screen of the mobile phone became dimmer after standby. Yuan Xing didn't seem to notice that the video was still connected here, and he was sitting by the bed and combing his slightly long hair.And because the earphones were plugged in, he didn't hear Wang Jianyang's voice over there.

After Wang Jianyang said a few words, he realized that Yuan Xing couldn't hear him at all, so he also shut up, quietly watching his little Xing Xing straighten his hair, and then put baby cream on his face.

The pajamas he was wearing were bought for him by Wang Yuyang. The cotton pajamas were very comfortable, with many patterns of stars and clouds printed on the light blue background, like a soft dream.

The light of a small night light filled the whole room, and the layers of halos from the inside to the outside were like ripples, flowing slowly in layers.

Yuan Xing sat on the side of the bed against the light, brushing his hair, and unconsciously opened his eyes wide to look around. His long eyelashes and fluffy hair were dyed with the brightest light in the room, and the edges of his body seemed to be outlined. The circle is bright, it looks bright, and in the blurry front camera, it really looks like a little star struggling to shine.

Wang Jianyang frowned softly, looked at Yuan Xing on the screen gently, and felt that the current time was extremely peaceful and peaceful.

However, in the next second, his little Xingxing stood up, crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the pajamas, pulled it up hard, and took off the top at once.

Wang Yuyang has never hated himself so much for buying Yuan Xing a cheap mobile phone.

But seeing Yuan Xing grabbed the edge of the pajama pants with both hands again, Wang Yuyang raised his hand to close the video.

I can't stand it anymore.

In fact, Yuan Xing doesn't have the habit of luoshui, he used to sleep in pajamas, but this time the new bed sheet that Wang Yuyang gave him before he left was fluffy, and he felt very comfortable just touching it with his hands, so he couldn't help but took it off Clothes to sleep.

Unaware of what happened just now, he took the phone after getting under the covers, and found a message and a photo lying in the message chat bar.

The photo was taken by Wang Yuyang just now, and it is exactly the same as Yuan Xing's heart comparison. It is also difficult to set a timed photo for him alone. The 30-year-old man stiffly compared his heart to the camera for a while.

The news is—

Little Xingxing’s Mr. Happy: Good night my favorite little Xingxing, don’t turn off your phone, I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning

At eight o'clock the next day, Yuan Xing was woken up by Wang Yuyang's phone call.

"Hello." Yuan Xing hadn't woken up yet, his voice was as soft as puddle water, "Morning, good morning, Mr. Happy."

"Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang covered his heart while the people around him weren't paying attention, so as not to be cut to death. "Wake up, and I will go to the rehabilitation center soon."

It was strange to say that he would wake up Motoko himself every day, and he could hear the voice and see the picture, but today it always feels a little different on the phone, and he can't say it out.

"Oh, I got up, I got up." Yuan Xing didn't stay in bed, and got up right away.

This made Wang Jianyang feel a little regretful, if Yuan Xing would stay in bed, maybe he could act like a baby.

But Yuan Xing is still used to it after all. It turned out that when he lived alone, if he stayed in bed, he would be late for work, and if he was late, his money would be deducted, so he didn't dare to stay in bed at all.

There seemed to be something wrong with Wang Yuyang, so he asked him to get up to make sure he was awake, and after a few instructions, he hung up the phone.

Today, Wang Yuyang wanted Yuan Xing to sleep a little longer, so he woke him up a little later than usual. Yuan Xing dawdled in the morning for a while, and was picked up by Wu Xiaomao and Zhao Mianfu before he was full. Fortunately, there was some food in his schoolbag. The small bread that Wang Jianyang stuffed in before.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Wu Xiaomao was cursing, saying it was all because of Zhao Mianfu's scaring people last night. He was so scared that he didn't dare to stretch out his hands when he slept at night, and he was buried under the quilt all night.

Zhao Mianfu laughed loudly after hearing this, and after mocking Wu Xiaomao, he turned around and asked Yuan Xing: "Did Yuan Xing get scared last night?"

Yuan Xing was sitting in the back row, shaking his head while tearing open the package of bread.

"Hey, aren't you scared?" Zhao Mianfu scratched his head and focused on the road conditions.

The bread is Motoko's favorite red bean stuffing. The filling is dense and dense. When you take a bite into your mouth, only sweetness remains.

He has Mr. Happy's pillow, Mr. Happy's quilt, and Mr. Happy's bed, so he is not afraid.

So the puppy still couldn't resist the temptation of "Mr. Happy's smell" last night, and went to sleep in the other party's bedroom.

Although Mr. Happy's bed was not as soft and comfortable as his own, the sweet dream still accompanied him all night.

Because Ling Qiuchi only came twice a week, Yuan Xing did not meet his younger brother Xiaoqiu today, and Chen Xing asked for leave today because of his mother's affairs, so there is no sister Chen today.

It just so happened that Fang Qiuyue was not particularly busy today, so she left Yuan Xing in her room and gave him some snacks.

Yuan Xing handed Fang Qiuyue her updated birthday surprise card. Fang Qiuyue read it several times carefully and asked, "Did Yuan Xing not think about what to say yet?"

For the time being, there is only one sentence on the card, which says that I like Mr. Happy, and the rest are blank.

"Yeah." Yuan Xing scratched his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Then we have to keep working hard. It's only been a few days." Fang Qiuyue handed back the cardboard. She could give Yuan Xing some advice, and even help him think through these few words, but expressing her intentions is something that cannot be done. It would be better for him to do it himself.

After Yuan Xing took the cardboard, Fang Qiuyue said, "And remember to order the cake too."

"Cake!" Yuan Xing realized that he seemed to have forgotten to order a cake for Mr. Happy.

Fang Qiuyue nodded: "In addition to the cake, Yuan Xing also remembered to buy cardboard and marker pens, otherwise how would you imitate the movie and write happy birthday to Mr. Happy?"

"Oh." Yuan Xing lowered his head in embarrassment. It seems that he really has a lot of things to prepare, and he has to arrange them as soon as possible before Mr. Happy comes back.

In the afternoon, he greeted Zhang Yue, walked an hour early, and then used his memory to touch the vegetable market where he had bought Chinese cabbage before.

He remembered that there was a school next to the vegetable market, and there must be a seller of paper and pens next to the school.

After successfully buying a few pieces of cardboard and markers, Yuanxing went out of the store with a plastic bag in his hand.As soon as she passed the corner of the street, she saw the fried chicken shop, and immediately thought of his heroic rescue of Qiu in the alley next to the fried chicken shop, and also remembered that Ling Qiuchi was studying in the nearby school.

"Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu's younger brother's school." Yuan Xing was thinking, while walking towards the school gate with a plastic bag, wanting to see what the inside of the school looks like.

As a result, as soon as he approached the school gate, he was coaxed away by the security guard at the side: "Go, go, no one else is allowed to stay near the campus."

There was no other way, so Yuan Xing had no choice but to purse his lips, glanced inside reluctantly, and planned to leave.

Just a few steps away, I heard a familiar voice behind me: "Xiaobaicai?"

Ling Qiuchi sat in a wheelchair and looked at Yuan Xing through the iron gate.

"Xiaoqiu, little brother Xiaoqiu!" Yuan Xing turned around excitedly.

"Why are you here?" Ling Qiu asked late.

Yuan Xing shook the plastic bag in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm passing by, I just want to come to school..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Qiuchi interrupted him: "You are here to pick me up, right?"

"Huh?" Yuan Xing was very confused.

Ling Qiuchi turned back and said to the security guard at the door: "This is my brother, who came to pick me up to the hospital to see a doctor. The wound on my leg needs to be changed. Please open the door, master. I have already asked the teacher for leave. "

Because Ling Qiuchi was in a wheelchair, had troubles at school, and went out many times during class, so the security actually remembered him, and opened the door when he heard that he was going to the hospital.

"Thank you." Ling Qiuchi thanked politely, pushed herself and walked out the door, gave Yuan Xing a look when passing by, motioned for him to push her, and then did not forget to do a full set of scenes, "Brother, your car Listen in front of the fried chicken shop at the entrance of the alley, let's go."

"Oh, oh good." Yuan Xing, who was still in the fog at first, immediately cheered up when he heard Ling Qiuchi say that his legs hurt, and pushed him to the door of the fried chicken shop.

He asked anxiously: "Qiu, brother, does your leg still hurt? I, I took you to the hospital."

"Stupid." Ling Qiuchi laughed unscrupulously, "I lied to the security guard."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was taken aback, "But, but..."

"It's nothing to worry about." Ling Qiuchi stretched his arms, "I'm just a little tired, and I don't want to see those people in the classroom."

Speaking of this, there was an inexplicable emotion in the eyes of the handsome young man.

"But, it's bad to lie." Yuan Xing said seriously.

"Tsk." Ling Qiuchi pouted, "This is my first time."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and continued, "I, I don't believe it."

Ling Qiuchi seemed a little impatient, he turned his head to look at the fried chicken shop, and said, "I'll buy you fried chicken, believe me or not?"

"I believe it." Yuan Xing, who was tempted by the crispy fried chicken, nodded wildly.

This made Ling Qiuchi laugh, he hooked his lips: "It's so stupid."

In the end, the two of them came out with a bag of fried chicken, so it wasn't Ling Qiuchi who wanted to stop Yuan Xing from talking, but he himself wanted to eat chicken rice.

The freshly fried chicken popcorn has a crispy and delicious outer skin, and the chicken thighs are full of juicy meat inside, which is also extremely hot. Yuan Xing was so hot that he gasped, but he insisted on speaking: "Good time, thank you, thank you Didi."

Seeing his mouth being scalded, Qiuchi couldn't help laughing, and life came to his gloomy face: "Look at your stupid look."

Although eating chicken popcorn is not a big deal, Qiu Chi really felt that this was the most comfortable moment for him in the past few days.

Staying with this little cabbage feels inexplicably comfortable.

Suddenly, Yuan Xing's cell phone rang, and he freed one hand to take out the cell phone.

"Telephone?" Ling Qiuchi asked him, while silently pushing the wheelchair back a few steps.

It is better to avoid it a little bit when others call.

Yuan Xing looked at the screen, and immediately turned happily to Ling Qiuchi and said, "Yes, it's Mr. Kaixin calling, call!"