Ding, your little fool is online

After making up his mind, Wang Yuyang also had a lot of plans in his mind. Given Ling Qiuchi's current situation, he really couldn't sideways send a matcha puff or something, but puffs can be had, the most important thing is about The issue of school violence must be resolved as soon as possible.

Thinking in this way, Wang Yuyang brought the topic back to Yuan Xing so that he would not continue to be troubled by this matter.

"Xiao Yuanxing." Thinking of the phone call he made this afternoon, Wang Yuyang asked, "Tell me the truth, what did you go to Xiao Qiu's school this afternoon? You probably didn't go to find him on purpose, did you?"

Yuan Xing went to buy cardboard and marker pens near the school to prepare a birthday surprise for Wang Yuyang, but the reason why the surprise is called a surprise is that it has to be kept secret.

Although this matter has been known to Wang Jianyang early.

However, this did not prevent Yuan Xing's last stubborn resistance, and he said in a blunt and unreasonable manner: "That's right, I went to find brother Xiaoqiu."

"Lie." Wang Jianyang raised his eyebrows.

Now he can be considered to have figured out the speech routine of this little liar of Yuan. He stutters when he speaks normally, and he stops his breath when it comes to lying.

"Speaking so smoothly, do you think Mr. Happy is stupid?" Wang Jianyang said.

Seeing that the lie was exposed, Yuan Xing puffed up his cheeks, intending not to say a word, and defended the last surprise with silence.

Seeing that he asked about this many times, Yuan Xing didn't answer, and shook his head desperately, Wang Yuyang sighed and gave up asking.

However, regarding "lying", Wang Jianyang felt that it was necessary for him to have a talk with Yuan Xing.

He didn't intend to blame Yuan Xing, because these "lies" were not malicious, but after thinking about it carefully, Yuan Xing lied quite a lot.What impressed Wang Yuyang the most was when he met Yuan Xing in Fengguang before the Chinese New Year. He asked Yuan Xing why he was working part-time out of curiosity. Yuan Xing replied that it was because of the increase in rent. In fact, he was cheated by Yuan Hongming and came to work part-time because he could not make up the rent. .

Perhaps it was because the relationship between the two did not allow Yuan Xing to rely on him as much as now, and the two had just met each other not long ago.

But if Yuan Xing could tell the truth to himself at that time, there would not be so many sad things later.

"Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing who was pursing his lips on the screen with his eyebrows bent, and said solemnly, "Since you said that I am your family member, there is nothing that can be hidden between family members."

Yuan Xing blinked, thinking that Wang Yuyang was saying that he didn't tell him about his birthday surprise, so he explained quickly, "I, I didn't lie on purpose, it's just that, that was..."

He pursed his lips several times before saying, "Yes, it was a pleasant surprise."

Still sold out all the birthday surprises.

Wang Yuyang was taken aback, and continued to say softly: "I'm not blaming you, baby, you must have your own privacy, and I don't mind if there are things you don't want me to know. I mean, on some important things First, you have to tell the truth and don't lie to me, okay? I don't want to keep hurting you because of the actual situation that I don't know. "

The unhurried and unhurried tone is like a spring night, a white apricot flower falls from the branch in the swaying wind, the petals are as transparent as the moonlight, and the flower is swirling and swaying It fell into the open palm of a person.

"Do you understand Xiao Yuanxing when I say this?" Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing who was blinking on the screen, and just wanted to reach out and touch his furry head.

After a while, Yuan Xing nodded, said "huh", and then said very seriously to the screen: "I, I will never tell Mr. Happy, lie."

"That's good." Wang Jianyang couldn't help but raised his lips.

The two chatted for a while, most of it was Wang Yuyang's instructions to Yuan Xing's life. It was getting late, and Yuan Xing hadn't finished eating or washing up, so they ended the video call.

"Sleep quickly after eating, Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang said, "Good night."

"Good night, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing smiled and narrowed his eyes.

But he didn't plan to go to bed. Seeing that Wang Yuyang's birthday was getting closer and closer, Yuan Xing had nothing but an idea. Zuo Zuo bought cardboard today, and he planned to buy an important prop in the birthday surprise .

In addition to cardboards of various colors, Yuan Xing also bought several colors of marker pens, including red, orange, yellow and green, and each cost seven or eight yuan. Yuan Xing was careful when he bought it.

But thinking that this is a birthday surprise for Mr. Kaixin, it doesn't hurt too much.

The size of the cardboard was just right, Yuan Xing picked up a piece of paper, and first wrote a piece of "Wish, Mr. Happy, Happy Birthday!", the font size was different, crooked, but every stroke was extremely serious, pouring himself into it. His thoughts and blessings also look very cute.

Followed by "I like it very much, Mr. Happy.".

When he wrote this piece, he was still a little embarrassed. He had said many times before that he liked Mr. Happy, but he didn't know what happened at this time.

Yuan Xing only thought of these two sentences for the time being, and couldn't think of the next one, so he had to tap his head repeatedly with a pen, trying to type out some words and sentences.

It's a pity that after typing for a long time, he only typed out "candy, fried chicken, pudding, buns, Mr. Happy, Yuan Xing wants everything."

Adults don't have to choose, after all.

Just three seems to be far from enough, but Yuanxing couldn't think of anything, so he had to reopen the movie to see if he could imitate that clip.

Having just found this storyline, Motoyuki realizes he hasn't prepared the all-important birthday song when he hears Christmas carols on the radio.

Mr. Happy sang a sleep song to Xiao Xingxing before, and now Xiao Xingxing wants to give him a birthday song. Although it is a different blessing, it is all a different kind of heart.

Yuan Xing vaguely remembered that there was a tape recorder in his mobile phone, so he looked around and found this function, and recorded a short section tentatively. After listening to it, he actually thought it was good.

His voice is soft and light. It doesn't sound like the voice of a 22-year-old adult man. Therefore, when he lowers his voice, he won't feel hoarse, but feels like a glutinous rice ball talking softly.

Singing a cheerful song with such a voice should sound like a treat.

The birthday song is not difficult, but in order to achieve the perfection in his mind, Yuan Xing sang the phone until the battery was almost dead and his throat was about to smoke before putting down the phone, clicking save, and drinking some water to wash up.

Before going to bed, he took a special look at the pot of surprise flowers on the balcony. It is estimated that only seven or eight of the dozens of flower seeds survived, and four of them grew buds, and the others were still in the stage of green leaves.

The pink buds were coated with a layer of moonlight. Yuan Xing was not willing to touch the few buds, but only cautiously reached out to touch the leaves, hoping that the surprise flowers would bloom on the day Mr. Happy came back. "Surprise Flower".

March 27.

The next day, Yuan Xing was still picked up by Zhao Mianfu and Wu Xiaomao, but there was an accident on the road today, the car was rear-ended, and the owner behind saw the logo on Zhao Mianfu's car and sat on the ground on the spot. Fortunately, the three of them didn't clean up.

There was still an intersection away from the rehabilitation center, and the tall signboard could be seen from the side of the car. Yuan Xing thought about it, thanked Zhao Mianfu and Wu Xiaomao, and walked over by himself.

Ever since he lived with Wang Yuyang, Wang Yuyang drove him everywhere, and Yuan Xing hadn't walked the streets leisurely like today for a long time.

With plenty of time, Yuanxing slowed down and walked slowly along the sidewalk.

The temperature at the end of March was neither too hot nor too cold, and the sun was just right today, shining warmly on my body.Unknown flower trees are planted on both sides of this street. When the wind blows, the petals fall down, on the shoulders of pedestrians, and on the head of the little white cat under the tree.Yuan Xing wore a light pink sweater, which complemented his pale complexion and bright red lips. The handsome young man looked particularly good in the flying flowers.

Because I will see Fang Qiuyue later, and Fang Qiuyue will definitely check the progress of her birthday surprise preparation, so along the way Yuan Xing was racking his brains to think about what to write on those cards, because apart from the cake, this is the only thing left up.

But he still had nothing to gain, and the birthday surprise jam was only three sentences more than last time.

One of them is "I like it very much, Mr. Happy."

The sunlight hit the beige cardboard, right on this sentence.

After the card in Fang Qiuyue's hand trembled slightly, it was put back into the folder. She took a sip of tea from her own cup and asked a question she asked before: "How much does Yuan Xing like Mr. Happy?"

Yuan Xing's answer this time was different from before.

Yuan Xing thought about it, Wang Yuyang was not by his side these days, and he could only see him by making a video call every night. Basically, he was thinking about him except when he was sleeping, or he was thinking about things related to him.

He said: "Just, want to, always, see Mr. Happy, for a long time."

"Mr. Happy will be 30 years old right away. I think of him, 31 years old, 32 years old, and then, and then when I am a hundred years old, and when I am, I am also a hundred years old. I can still see him."

Because I once secretly pulled my little finger with Kaixin, and unilaterally and secretly made a hundred-year agreement.

When the beards are gray and the teeth fall out, we must see each other every morning.

Fang Qiuyue's eyes moved slightly.

Seeing that she was silent, Yuan Xing blinked, and continued in a low voice, "I, I'm done, Grandma Fang."

Fang Qiuyue stared at him for a long time, then slowly said: "Well, I probably understand Yuan Xing's liking."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at her phone, typed some words and chatted with someone, then raised her head and said to Yuan Xing, "Yuan Xing, go to 4-09, Chen Xing is already waiting for you in the room."

"Oh." Yuan Xing got up, carried his small schoolbag on his back, and the bench dragged on the floor with a sound.

Before going out, he looked back at Fang Qiuyue, not understanding why she asked him this question twice, but he still didn't ask, and went to the fourth floor with doubts.

Today, Chen Xing also came to the psychological counseling room of 4-09, and took Yuan Xing to continue the psychological counseling.

Before starting, Yuan Xing asked: "Little, sister Chen, why didn't you come yesterday?"

Chen Xing smiled at Yuan Xing: "Something happened at home, Yuan Xing came here quickly, just hang the clothes on the rack."

She still has bruises under her eyes, obviously lack of sleep, and her eyes are not as radiant as before. She doesn't look like a psychiatrist, but rather a person who needs to see a psychiatrist.

Since Chen Xing didn't intend to tell Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing tactfully didn't ask any further questions. He reached out from his bag, took out a few strawberry-flavored candies, and walked over to hand them to Chen Xing.

The pink plastic packaging reflects bright light, like a rainbow.

"Sister Chen, this, this is for you to eat." Yuan Xing spread out his palm, "Eat, if you eat candy, you will feel better."

Chen Xing was taken aback, then smiled and took out a candy from his palm: "Thank you Yuan Xing."

Then the two of them each had a strawberry-flavored candy in their mouths, and started today's psychological counseling. The whole room smelled of spring and strawberries.

Regarding Yuan Xing's psychological counseling and guidance, Chen Xing actually has a set of procedures customized for him, and what he does every day is planned.

However, when she arrived at 4-09 just now, she received a message from Fang Qiuyue.

Today I am here to teach Yuan Xing what kind of emotions are "like" and "love".