Ding, your little fool is online

The two waited for a call for a day, and finally came.

A bright light bulb hangs at the door of the small shop. The filament seems to be burning. The light shines through the dusty glass cover, illuminating a small area under the door.

It also outlines a circle of bright gold on the edge of Yelairen's figure, and the stars in the sky, as if embedded in a painting.

"Mr. Happy, hurry up, answer the phone quickly." Yuan Xing urged impatiently, and even stomped his feet, kicking up the dust on the ground, "Hurry up."

It was an unknown number, the phone logo on the screen kept flashing, and the ringtone was very clear in the night.

The owner of the small shop looked at the two standing at the door of his store, and couldn't help poking his head out to take a look.

Wang Yuyang let out a breath slowly, and slid a thumb across the screen, but accidentally pressed the speakerphone because of nervousness, so before he put the phone to his ear, a familiar voice came from the receiver.

Wu Xiaomao shyly said at the other end: "Well, Lao Wang, since you are number 101 in my contacts, I want to tell you, I..."

"roll!"

Before Wu Xiaomao could finish speaking, Wang Yuyang hung up the phone angrily.

This ups and downs, play it!

Yuan Xing next to him also recognized that it was Wu Xiaomao's voice, his eyes that were full of anticipation dimmed immediately, his head drooped, and the puppy's ears and tail drooped.

He whispered, "No, it's not..."

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang immediately called his friend to inquire about the progress of the matter. However, since his friend also entrusted others to handle the matter, it was not easy to urge him, so he was advised to wait.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang put away the phone and patted Yuanxing's head, "Mom must be waiting for you somewhere in Beijing, and Xiao Yuanxing will definitely not be mistaken."

Yuan Xing gave a low "hmm" and followed Wang Yuyang into the small shop.

The small shop in the village didn't have many things, so Wang Yiyang bought two toothbrushes and two towels to make ends meet, and bought some snacks for Yuan Xing, coaxing him to see if he could feel better.

Grandpa might be afraid that the two of them would not be able to see the way clearly because of the darkness, so he came out of the house on purpose, stood at the corner of the village, and signaled them with a lighted lamp in his hand.

After seeing Wang Yuyang bought a lot of snacks for Yuan Xing, he couldn't help frowning: "Eating so much junk food at night..."

Yuan Xing pursed his mouth and looked up at his grandfather, and blinked his drooping eyes full of grievances.

"Eat, eat, eat more." Grandpa hurriedly changed his words, and even took out a pack of jellybeans from a plastic bag and asked, "Fortunately, whether you want to eat candy or not, grandpa will open it for you. Would you like to eat grape-flavored ones?"

Wang Jianyang couldn't laugh or cry.

When he got home, grandpa turned around and locked the door.

Wang Qianyang looked at the dark small building and asked, "Where is grandma?"

"I'm already asleep, turn the hot water to the right, remember it's to the right, the two of you wash up quietly. The bedroom is on the second floor to the south, and the quilts are all white." Grandpa yawned as he walked into the room. walk.

Xiaomi, a passing nocturnal animal, saw the three of them back, and hurried over to pet them, meowing.

"Hush—" Grandpa put his index finger to his mouth and shushed at Xiaomi, "Don't disturb your grandma's sleep."

Xiaomi flicked her tail immediately, as if she could understand what Grandpa said.

"Xiao Mi." Yuan Xing knelt down and waved to Xiao Mi, calling softly, "Xiao Mi, come here."

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing who was squatting in the yard playing with Mi, and went to wash himself first, letting Yuan Xing relax.

When he came out after washing, he found that the two figures, one big and one small, who were still in the yard just now had disappeared.The two elders had already fallen asleep, but Wang Jianyang didn't dare to shout loudly, so he had to wander around in and out of the yard.

"Meow."

Xiaomi yelled at the other side of the wall, and Wang Jianyang followed the sound and rushed over.

Seeing Yuan Xing sitting in the rocking chair that grandma used to sit on, under the patio, falling asleep facing the moonlight and stars reflected in the water tank.He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, there was a moonlight on the tip of his nose and the bridge of his nose, and he breathed out sweet dreams from his slightly opened mouth.

Xiao Mi stood on his knees, propped up her upper body, and wanted to press Yuan Xing's face with her white paws, and woke him up to continue playing with her.

Before Xiaomi stretched out the kitten's paw, Wang Yuyang picked it up, gave it a "shh-" and shook his head, signaling him not to disturb Yuan Xing's sleep.

Xiao Mi fluttered her ears, probably because she didn't understand Wang Yuyang's words, she still stretched out her paws to probe Yuan Xing's side, and woke Yuan Xing up with a "mi woo".

Yuan Xing sat on the chair and rubbed his eyes, saw Wang Yuyang standing in front of him, and whispered, "Go, Mr. Happy, I fell asleep..."

Wang Yuyang put Xiao Mi on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull Yuan Xing up from the chair: "Are you sleepy? Hurry up and wash up and go to sleep, we have to go back tomorrow."

"En." Yuan Xing put his hand in Wang Yuyang's palm, rubbed his eyes and followed him to wash up.

But after washing up, Yuan Xing didn't feel sleepy at all.

Stepping on the wooden stairs, Yuan Xing followed behind Wang Yuyang and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Happy, can we still receive the call?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang subconsciously clenched the mobile phone that he used as a flashlight.

"can."

The light on the steps trembled slightly, and Wang Jianyang repeated: "It will definitely be possible."

Yuan Xing sighed softly behind him.

Just now when Wang Yuyang was washing up, he was wandering around the house with Xiao Mi in his arms.Although Xiao Mi's name is Xiao Mi, she is already an old cat, and she is not small in stature.Yuan Xing's arms became sore after walking with it for a while, so he sat on grandma's rocking chair to relax.

The rocking chair swayed back and forth, Yuan Xing lay on it and fell asleep after a while.

During the short time of sleeping, Yuan Xing had a dream.

He dreamed that Mr. Kaixin received a call, and the other party told him the phone number of the owner of the car. After Mr. Kaixin called, he got his mother's contact information smoothly.Then he talked with his mother on the phone, and the voice in the dream was extremely real.

It's a pity that Meimeng was woken up by Xiaomi.

Yuan Xing rubbed his ears, as if recalling the gentle voice of his mother in the dream, recalling her gently calling himself "Yuan Xing".

Last night, the side face I saw through the crack of the car window, from the drooping eyes to the tear mole under the eyes, to the two thin lips, every hair is the appearance of Yuan Xing's dream.

But that call was from brother Wu Xiaomao, and he went wrong from the first step, and the rest can only exist in dreams.

He really, really misses his mother.

The south-facing room on the second floor was where Wang Yuyang’s family lived when they returned to their hometown a long time ago. There was a big bed and a small bed.

At that time, Wang Jianyang was only five or six years old. After so long, the furnishings in this room are still the same as in his memory.

The only difference is that there is only one big bed left.

Two pillows and two quilts were thoughtfully placed on the bed.

Yuan Xing looked suspiciously at Wang Yuyang, who was standing still, and walked to the front and asked, "Mr. Happy, no, don't you want to sleep?"

Then he took off his shoes and jacket, climbed onto the bed, and naturally lay down in the quilt inside.

Wang Qianyang was still standing where he was.

He once slept on the same bed with Yuan Xing once before, and it was during Chinese New Year, Wang Yuyang went to the bathroom at night, and when he came back, he habitually walked to the bedside and lay down on it.That time, the two of them simply covered themselves with the quilt and didn't even chat for a day.

This time is different, this time Wang Jianyang is sober.

Although it is said that he would not do anything outrageous in a sober state, but it is precisely because he is sober that he feels guilty.

Although he used to molested Yuan Xing when he was drunk before, Yuan Xing also wanted to cling to him when he was drunk.

It seems that these two people will not be able to touch alcohol in the future.

Wang Jianyang went out and looked around, and found that the other houses were either not cleaned or had no beds.The temperature at night in early May is still not to be underestimated. If you lay the floor, Wang Yuyang may get rheumatism in the morning.

So under Yuan Xing's suspicious eyes, he switched the direction of the two pillows, he slept on one side, and Yuan Xing slept on the other.

After doing this, Wang Yuyang turned off the lights and told Yuan Xing to go to bed quickly, while he lay on his side, turned down the brightness of his phone, and continued to communicate with his friends to help Yuan Xing find his mother.

He doesn't have many friends, but his relationship is very strong, and he can do anything with both sides.

Yesterday I heard that Lao Wang was going to help his little baby find a mother, and everyone couldn't be more positive.

Among them was the detective who used to help Wang Yuyang get the information of the black-hearted landlord, and there was also the old local tyrant who drove an extended Lincoln to help Yuanxing vent his anger. They all played with Wang Yuyang since childhood.

— Anyway, thank you in advance for this matter.

I'm super rich der: What did you say, thank you, Lao Wang, for our friendship.

Don't touch me and my cat: If you don't feel sorry, you can come to my house and help me wash a few buckets of clothes by hand.

—I'll buy you a fully automatic washing machine.

Don't touch me and my cat: Don't be poor, send me something over there, I'll go and have a look first, and I'll send it to you if I can use it.

A few people were chatting, suddenly a rustling sound came from the side of Wang Yuyang, he was waiting for his friend to send him something, but he didn't take this strange sound to heart.

Wu Xiaomao: But then again, Lao Wang, are you not at home now?

——: You still have the face to tell me :), I thought it was the call from the other side, but you turned out to be playing truth or dare? ? ?

Wu Xiaomao: Hey, this is not...

Wu Xiaomao has been kicked out of the group chat by Wang Jianyang.

I'm super rich der: It's a wolf fire.

Wang Jianyang ignored Wu Xiaomao's wailing in the private chat, and continued talking to the rest of the group.

The rustling sound continued, and it became louder and louder.

Wang Yuyang moved the phone away suspiciously, wanting to see if Yuan Xing was kicking the quilt, but as soon as he put down the phone, he saw Yuan Xing's small face facing him.

The sound just now was made when Motoko was struggling to change directions under the covers.

He was hugging his own pillow, his hair was in a mess, and many of them were still standing in the air due to static electricity, which looked very funny.

However, Yuan Xing didn't control his position well when he shifted his position, so he was very close to Wang Jianyang at this time.

He looked at Wang Yuyang with wide eyes and blinked.Wang Yuyang also blinked, the tip of the eyelashes of the two of them could barely touch their breathing.

The phone returned to the lock screen interface, and the tip of Yuanxing's eyelashes was also dyed indigo blue.

Wang Jianyang felt that his head was a little hot, so he took the lead to step back a little, and opened the distance between the two of them.

"Why is Yuan Xing still not asleep?" He asked.

Yuan Xing didn't realize Wang Jianyang's worries, so he arched forward again, wanting to get closer to him.

"I, I can't sleep." Yuan Xing pursed his lips.

Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer, and the edge of the bed was behind Wang Yuyang, he had to desperately stabilize his figure and the quilt.

"Can't sleep?" Wang Yuyang looked at the phone that was vibrating crazily over there, and turned his gaze back to Yuan Xing, "If you can't sleep, just close your eyes and rest."

Yuan Xing said a little wronged: "I, I want to talk to Mr. Happy."

"Then what is Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang's quilt had already fallen to the bottom of the bed, and he desperately guarded the last bit of quilt.

"Ok?"

Wang Yuyang tried his best to grab the quilt with his hands: "Go back into the bed first, Mr. Happy is about to fall under the bed."

"Oh, good." Yuan Xing responded softly, straightening his upper body.

Wang Yuyang thought that he would retreat a little into the bed, but Yuan Xing reached out, grabbed his quilt and clothes, and tried to fish him over.

But Yuan Xing really overestimated his little arms and legs. Not only did he not pull Wang Yuyang, but he was dragged into Wang Yuyang's arms by his own strength.

He also looked up at Wang Yuyang eagerly, very innocent.

Wang Yuyang: "..."

okay then...

In desperation, Wang Yuyang had no choice but to stretch out his hand, wrapping around Yuan Xing's waist through the quilt, with his arms hard, the two of them moved towards the inner side of the bed together.

Finally, after both of them were "rescued", Wang Yuyang let go of Yuan Xing and stepped back.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xing stuck to it again, like a small sticky cake, which couldn't be removed no matter how hard he tried.

Wang Jianyang let Yuan Xing roll around in his arms, and silently recited the Mantra of Purifying Heart in his heart, thinking that he could sit still in his arms, but there were still two quilts between him anyway.

As a result, he thought so, Yuan Xing's little hand quietly crossed the two barriers, reached into his bed, groped a few times, found his hand, and then stuffed his hand into the palm of his hand inside.

Wang Jianyang's throat rolled up and down.

okay then...

Yuan Xing also seemed to have found a comfortable position, he stopped arching, and became quiet.

There was only the sound of their breathing in the darkness.

"Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing called him in a low voice, "Can you, tell me about you, your mother?"

The little fool really missed his mother so much, but he had already replayed all the past events with his mother that he could recall in his mind many times.

If he continued to think about it this way, he might feel sad because he couldn't think of anything else, so he changed the topic in time to ask about Mr. Happy's mother.

Yuan Xing remembered the photo he saw in Wang Yuyang's room that day. The woman in the photo had curved eyebrows and was very gentle. Presumably Mr. Kaixin's gentleness to him was largely related to his mother.

"My mother." Wang Jianyang thought for a while, "She is a very gentle person."

"Like Yuan Xing's mother, she loves her children very much."

When Yuan Xing heard this, he pursed his lips.

Wang Jianyang whispered softly, his magnetic voice was exceptionally clear in the long night, as if he was plucking the most beautiful string on a cello.

He slowed down his tone, starting from his childhood, counting down the happy moments with his mother in his life, and he couldn't help laughing when he said it.

"I remember that day was very fun. It was my eighth birthday when I went to the amusement park to ride the meteor hammer. I had a bad temper and wanted to wear slippers. I didn't listen to what my mother said at the time, and the staff forgot to check my Shoes, when the meteor hammer started to swing, my slippers also flew out hahaha."

Yuan Xing just listened quietly, nodding occasionally, and giving him a few words of response.

The memories between Mr. Happy and his mother are the same as the memories between himself and his mother, full of sweetness and happiness.

But the way they get along is very different.

It can be heard that Wang Yuyang is actually a child who grew up in a honeypot, and he is also obedient, but it is the death of his mother and the inaction of his father that make him grow up quickly.

Although Yuan Xing's mother loved him very much, in retrospect, there were always many things in his mother's eyes.

There is love, there is hatred, and more is helplessness.

At that time, Yuan Xing didn't understand the emotion in his mother's eyes, and all he saw was love.After gradually understanding the truth of the matter, he also understood where his mother's hatred and helplessness came from.

All because of myself.

Yuan Xing clenched his hands unconsciously, and at the same time retracted the palm wrapped around his fist, and then separated his fingers one by one.

Wang Yuyang asked him: "What's the matter? Pinch yourself so hard? Don't you think it hurts to use so much strength?"

"Ah..." Yuan Xing didn't notice his unconscious movement, just shook his head, "No, it's nothing..."

"You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang squeezed his fingers, expressing that he was always there.

"Yeah, yeah." Yuanxing nodded vigorously, and then yawned, "I, I'm sleepy Mr. Happy, shall we sleep?"

"Okay." Wang Yuyang let go of his hand, "Then you go to another..."

It's just that he didn't finish his sentence, Yuan Xing put his hand under his palm again, and said, "Yes, I want to hold hands."

Wang Yuyang was stunned: "No, Yuan Xing, you don't understand now..."

Yuan Xing shook his head stubbornly: "Hand in hand."

"Otherwise, I will dream of it at night, Mom, I want to hold Mr. Happy's hand, just, just treat it as my mother..."

As he spoke, his voice became softer again.

At the end, he raised his head and blinked his eyes to look at Wang Yuyang: "Yes, is it ok, Mr. Happy?"

Wang Yuyang sighed in his heart, clenched his small fist in his palm, and shook it lightly.

"it is good."

Wang Yuyang woke up early the next morning, and Yuan Xing beside him was still soundly asleep.The two of them were still under the same quilt, Wang Jianyang managed to control himself.

The hands holding each other are warm, and under the palm is Yuan Xing's soft little hand, which feels so good that people don't want to let go.

Grandpa and grandma should have already woken up. Wang Jianyang couldn't bear the two old people busy calling and cooking, so he let go of his hand quietly, planning to go downstairs to help the two old people.

Before going out, he secretly kissed Yuan Xing on the forehead.

"Yang Yang is awake." Grandma looked at him with a smile.

"Fortunately, you're still sleeping?" Grandpa held a few green vegetables with soil on their roots.

"Morning, grandma." Wang Jianyang nodded, "He's still sleeping."

Grandpa also nodded: "Sleep well, sleep well, sleep more to grow taller, he is in this grade just to grow his body."

Wang Yuyang coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "Grandpa, Yuan Xing will be 22 years old in June this year."

Grandpa was taken aback, and immediately found a step for himself: "That also needs to grow, let him sleep more, and call him after the meal is ready."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Looking at the second elder who already regarded Yuan Xing as his beloved grandson, Wang Yuyang smiled helplessly.

The toothbrush and towel were still placed where they were last night. Wang Jianyang took a glass of warm water and just squeezed the toothpaste into it when the phone in his pocket rang.

It was his friend calling.

"Old Wang, I've got the driver's phone number, and I'll send it to you later."

Wang Yuyang clenched the phone tightly, feeling a little excited for a moment: "Thank you."

"Hey buddies, thank you so much."

"Sure, when this matter is over, I'll treat you to dinner, and you decide what to eat."

"Hahaha, okay, but let's talk about it after helping Yuanxing find his mother."

The two exchanged a few more words, and before hanging up the phone, Wang Yuyang's friend suddenly said, "Oh, yes, there is one more thing I almost forgot. Who was that woman in his car at night."

"...Who is it?" Wang Yuyang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he held his breath unconsciously.

"It's his family members. They did go through a period when they were teenagers... Well, I don't know how I got home later, so the driver shouldn't lie to me."

Wang Yuyang was stunned, not knowing what to say or how to act for a while.He held the phone in one hand and the toothbrush in the other, and his movements seemed to be paused, extremely stiff.

The disbelief and ecstasy in my heart are also intertwined in my heart.

The friend continued: "It's not easy for a child. You can talk to the driver later and see if you can let Yuan Xing and her mother... meet or something."

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