Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Jianyang frowned when he heard the words.

He doesn't like this title very much, especially the word "raise". Although he is indeed raising Yuanxing now, the words from Wang Jinan's mouth, coupled with his pointed tone, sound like What pets are you keeping.

Xiao Yuanxing was different.

Wang Jinan saw that he remained silent, so he continued: "You have been playing outside before, and I don't care about you. You are almost 30 years old now, and you should take care of yourself..."

"It's already thirty." Wang Yuyang interrupted him, "Yesterday."

Wang Jinan, who couldn't finish his sentence, was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting such a reply.

He glanced at Wang Yuyang, and then looked away. The slippers rubbed against the wooden floor, making a small sound, and he didn't know if it was a cover-up or a simple action.

The relationship between father and son began to deteriorate from the time before Wang Yuyang's mother died, and reached a peak when his mother passed away. Until now, the relationship between the two has not been eased.

Wang Jianyang became independent very early, whether it was tuition, living expenses, or even the cost of studying abroad, all depended on the money he earned from part-time jobs and the inheritance left by his mother.Right after his mother passed away, he seldom communicated with Wang Jinan, and even refused to communicate.After he went to college, he completely cut off contact with Wang Jinan, and it was difficult to talk to him once a year.

Later, Wang Jinan hit someone with a car, married Ling Han, and brought Wang Yiyang a younger brother.

The lack of communication and communication caused the father and son to not only talk to each other silently when they met, but also always have some friction, making the atmosphere tense.

This is also related to Wang Jinan's personality. In the two marriages, he has always been machismo. He is the head of the family and needs to have absolute decision-making power and control over all matters.

This is also the reason why he always speaks with an orderly tone to Wang Yuyang, since he was asked to go on a blind date last year, now he is calmed down.

But Wang Jinan seems to be stuck in the past, his son has long since left him, and has entered his thirties.But he still couldn't be sixty and his ears were smooth, he still couldn't distinguish the right and wrong of some things, and even his own son didn't understand it, nor did he understand it.

Wang Jianyang straightened his waist, loosened his crossed fingers, put them on his knees, and said, "I didn't play outside, and he is not my child."

"You should know that I don't mind my own business. I will never intervene or object to things that I don't care about. Just like when you remarried Auntie Ling later, I didn't say anything. Of course, because you are my father, I have nothing to say. power to order you or interfere with your decisions."

"But relatively..." Wang Jianyang raised his head and looked in the direction of the room on the second floor.

The villain in that room was circling around the room, looking at the trophies in the glass cabinet, looking at the photo album on the table, his eyes were full of curiosity about the past of the owner of the room and the joy and happiness when he learned about the past.

No one could guess what was going on in his little heart, but the only thing that was certain was that the one occupying the most place in that atrium was his Mr. Happy.

The villain gently picked up a photo frame on the table, his downcast eyes were full of light.

Perhaps in this world, the most serious thing Little Xingxing has done is liking his Mr. Happy.

And Mr. Happy is as serious as he is.

Wang Jianyang slightly bent his eyes, his eyes softened three points, and slowly got up: "Father, you should also know that if I take care of this matter."

Wang Jinan's eyes followed his movements.

After standing still, Wang Yuyang finished speaking: "I will definitely take it seriously, and I won't say it's just for fun."

The windows were wide open, and the curtains that fell to the ground swayed gently in the spring breeze. I don't know if the curtains were thick or the spring breeze was weak, but they couldn't shake them completely.

Just like him, Wang Jianyang knew whether Wang Jinan understood the meaning of what he said.

With a "squeak", the door of the room on the second floor was opened.

Yuan Xing heard the sound, and hurriedly put the photo frame in his hand back on the table, and put his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened, and glanced around: "Go, Mr. Happy, you are back."

"En." Wang Yuyang responded, walked up to him and took a look at the photo frame, "Look at it casually, I won't say anything about you."

The photo in the frame was taken when he was just in junior high school. At that time, his mother's illness had not been discovered, and Wang Yuyang was not as tall as his mother.

The two stood among the beautiful flowers, the mother bent slightly, put her hands on his shoulders, and smiled at the camera.On the other hand, he was a little stiff, showing a few teeth, and his expression was not very natural.

Touch the glass with your fingers, and wipe out a bright path in the dust.

Looking at his mother's smile in the photo, Wang Jianyang seemed to think of all the past events.

Yuan Xing saw that Wang Yuyang was fascinated, and asked softly very cautiously: "This, this is Mr. Happy's, mother?"

The last three words are pronounced the same, and Motoko's speech is also vague, which sounds very interesting.

"Yes." Wang Jianyang patted his head, "This is my mother."

Yuan Xing also leaned over and watched with Wang Jianyang.

Although it is said that the son looks after his mother, Wang Jianyang does look more like his father, and it may be that he has a good temper at most inherited from his mother.

Yuan Xing blinked, looked at the woman with gentle eyes in the photo, and unconsciously thought of his mother.His mother would also look at him with such gentle eyes, but it's a pity that he hasn't experienced it for a long time.

When he thinks of his mother, Yuan Xing feels a little uncomfortable, but when he thinks that Mr. Happy's mother has passed away, if he expresses his sad emotions, Mr. Happy may also be sad with him.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xing suppressed his nose, pulled Wang Yuyang's hand, and said in a low voice, "Go, Mr. Happy, don't be sad, you, you still have me. I will always, always be with you .”

Although mother and partner are not the same, Wang Yuyang still held Yuan Xing's hand with a smile and said, "Okay, Xiao Yuan Xing is lucky to be with me all the time, and he is not allowed to go anywhere."

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as the words finished, the nanny knocked on the door: "Eldest Young Master, Young Master Xiao Qiu is already awake, if you need to find him, go to his room on the first floor."

When Yuan Xing heard this, he immediately let go of Wang Yuyang's hand, ran to pick up the cake box, and said cheerfully: "Mr. Happy, let's go and find Brother Xiaoqiu!"

After speaking, he opened the door and ran out, Liu Wang Qianyang looked at the empty palm, smiled helplessly and dotingly.

What about the one that was agreed to accompany him?In a blink of an eye, he heard Xiaoqiu's younger brother and ran away. What kind of white-eyed star did he pick up?

For the convenience of going out, Ling Qiuchi's room is on the first floor of the villa. There is a front wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the south-facing room, which provides plenty of light.

However, the curtains were tightly drawn at this time, preventing a ray of sunlight from coming in, and the whole room was pitch-black, like an impenetrable fortress where some monster was imprisoned.

The piano cover was wide open, the black and white keys were covered with dust, the music score was torn to pieces, and the notes were scattered on the ground. No matter how anyone pieced it together, it was impossible to play a beautiful piano sound.

Ling Qiuchi sat on the bed, opened his eyes in the dark room, not knowing whether he was looking at the darkness or looking for the light.

There was a light knock on the door, two "knock knocks", very soft.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Xiaobaicai's voice, soft, tentative and cautious: "Brother Xiaoqiu, I, I came in."

Before Ling Qiuchi could respond, there was another "squeak", and a silver-gray starlight came in through the crack of the door.

This ray of light was long and narrow, cast on the carpet, folded up when it met the edge of the bed, and then spread along the edge of the things in the room, illuminating one eye.It's like who used the scissors of the universe to cut a gap from the darkness in the house.

The slender light hit Ling Qiuchi's right eye, and the discomfort caused by not seeing the strong light for a long time made him squint his eyes.

"Brother Xiaoqiu." Yuan Xing pushed the door open again, "I, I brought you delicious food."

"Get out." Ling Qiuchi said coldly, covering his eyes with his hands.

But there is still a slight tremor in the words of only two words.

"I, I don't." Yuan Xing became stubborn, "I'm going to come in."

He might have sensed that the strong light made Qiuchi uncomfortable, so he squeezed sideways through the narrow door into the room, then quickly closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief.

Wang Yuyang, who was stopped outside, thought about it for a while, but stopped, leaning against the wall and standing outside the door, closely watching the movement inside the house.

Regarding Ling Qiuchi's matter... Although he said at the beginning that he would solve it, but at this time, it may be better for Yuan Xing to take the lead. Yuan Xing will use a more comfortable and natural method to slowly open Ling Qiu. The barrier outside the heart.

Yuan Xing, who had just entered the house, had not yet adapted to the darkness, so he held the cake box in his hand and stood motionless on the spot.He glanced around, as if trying to figure out which direction Ling Qiuchi was in.

Ling Qiuchi, who had been lying in the dark room all day, looked at Yuan Xing who was standing stupidly at the door, and continued to say in a cold voice, "Didn't you be allowed to come in? Can't you understand me?"

Yuan Xing looked in the direction of the voice, and pursed his lips: "I, I want to give you a cake, strawberry cake, very, very delicious."

As she said that, she raised her hand, and bluntly lifted the cake box in her hand, as if she wanted to give it to Ling Qiuchi, but unfortunately there was still a distance between the two of them.

After a while, Yuan Xing got used to the darkness, and only then did he see Ling Qiuchi's position, walked to his bedside a few steps, and handed him the cake box in his hand: "Brother Xiaoqiu, eat, eat the cake."

Ling Qiuchi knew that yesterday was Wang Jianyang's birthday, so he naturally guessed that it was the leftover cake from yesterday.

So he didn't start: "I don't eat the leftovers."

Yuan Xing's hand was either closed or not, so he continued to hold the cake box and scratched his head with the other hand: "Then, then I will buy it for you?"

He was just asking, but Ling Qiuchi said coldly, "Okay, then go and buy me a new one."

Motoko was stunned for a moment, turned around and was about to go out.

Ling Qiuchi was also taken aback, and hurriedly called him: "Stop, who told you to go."

Finally, there was a slight change in tone.

Ling Qiuchi stayed in the house for a day and a night, including Ling Han, no one came in and said a word to him.They said they were afraid that this would disturb Ling Qiuchi, and that it would be better for him to be alone.

Little did he know that what Ling Qiuchi needed most now was comfort, no matter what form it was, it could be a pat on the head, a pat on the back, or even a question.

He wakes up and sleeps, and when he sleeps, he dreams randomly, dreaming of the kite he flew when his legs were healthy, the puppy he chased, and dreaming that he locked himself in a room again and swallowed the metal key.

When he was awake, he stared in the direction of the door, until his eyes were sore, and then he blinked a little, looking forward to whether someone would push the door and enter.

Until Yuanxing pushed the door open and entered.

"Then, then I won't go." Yuan Xing turned back again, carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, pressed a depression, and rubbed the cloth rustlingly.

"Yes, brother Xiaoqiu." Yuan Xing said, "Me, Mr. Kaixin and I will teach you a lesson. Bad, bad guy!"

"We beat them away! Yes, it's true! You can go to school happily in the future."

Ling Qiuchi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the gentle Wang Yuyang and the weak looking Yuan Xing to do this for him, so he couldn't help but take another look at Yuan Xing.

But he thought a lot in his heart, and only said one sentence: "Oh."

"You, are you unhappy?" Yuan Xing asked again.

Ling Qiuchi didn't answer this question, and Yuan Xing also kept his mouth shut.

The two of them were speechless for a while, they both lowered their heads, not knowing where they were looking.

Yesterday, after Ling Qiuchi learned about the relationship between Wang Yuyang and Yuan Xing, he collapsed for a while, but he quickly regained consciousness after the collapse. When he told Ling Han that he wanted to go home, he said soberly that he wanted to go home .

After the car accident, he has been emotionally unstable, and yelling and throwing things are common.

After all, Wang Jinan is not his biological father, and it is only natural for him to distance himself a bit.And Ling Han said that he was pampering him, but he just let him make trouble, saying that he wanted to let him be quiet.

Only when Wang Qianyang saw him for the first time, he looked at the ordinary book he had dropped at his feet, bent down to pick it up, and dusted off the pages of the book.Say, if you want to cry, just cry, don't suppress yourself, and don't use other ways to vent your anger.

Just like now, a few days ago, Wang Yuyang said to him on the phone, "I still hope that you can live the life you want."

But he always felt that he couldn't be the person he wanted to be.

He worked hard to go back to school to study, not to mention the bullying on campus, and the eyes of the students around him were always full of sympathy.He compromised to wear a prosthetic, but the wound was so worn that his heart ached.

Until he saw Xiaobaicai.

Xiaobaicai's experience is different from his. Although Ling Qiuchi doesn't know Yuanxing's past, he can also see that he is also working hard, living a positive life, and one day he will live the life he wants.

And reach out his hand from time to time, wanting to give him a hand.

I gave him a candy, helped him drive away the bullies, took the initiative to find him in the hospital, talked with him, and helped him fool the security guard.

I want to pull him into the sunshine, I want to hold his hands and circle around merrily, the sun brushes past my shoulders, I step on the green grass under my feet, and I call him Brother Xiaoqiu in a clear and clear voice, or Xiao, Xiaoqiu younger brother.

Although he complained, he still slowly fell in love with this silly little cabbage.

Although he snatched his candy, he still couldn't hate him.

Like Yuan Xing, he has received too little kindness, and only needs a little to be grateful.

I have troubled my brother for seven or eight years, and it may be time to live the life I want to live alone. After all, the piano has fallen into dust, and he still has tenth grades to pass. Even if he fails to pass the university exam, he can find another way out .

A child ran by outside the window, his voice was as clear and clear as a spring breeze stirring a wind chime.

The two people who had lowered their heads and said nothing just now looked up at the sound at the same time. The remote control for controlling the curtains was in Ling Qiuchi's hand. When he looked up, he accidentally pressed the button to open the curtains.

The heavy curtains slowly faded into the darkness on both sides, leaving enough space for the sunlight coming in from the broken window, until the warmth filled the whole room, and the scenery outside the window could be seen at a glance.

Children in the community ran past with kites, trying to take advantage of the airflow when they let go of their hands to send the kites into the sky. Behind them was a white Samoyed with a pink tongue sticking out and its tail flicking.

Under the clouds in the sky, the flowers and trees in late spring swayed and swayed, and the last few petals were thrown into the azure blue by the spring breeze.

The strong light hit suddenly, and Qiuchi didn't have time to cover his eyes, so he just opened his eyes and looked at the last spring scene outside the window, which he hadn't appreciated before, and shed tears.

"Brother Xiaoqiu." Yuan Xing rubbed his eyes, and when he took off his hand, he found that there were two glistening tears on Ling Qiuchi's face, and hurriedly moved over, trying to wipe his tears with his hands, "You, why are you crying? ?”

Ling Qiuchi wiped it with the back of his hand, blinked hard to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Then he stretched out his hand to Yuan Xing and said, "Yuan Xing, give me a taste of the cake."

The author has something to say: If you don’t want to eat the cake, you can give it to those who want it.