Ding, your little fool is online

Although Yuan Xing didn't know what Mr. Kaixin was doing when he went out, he instinctively felt that Wang Yuyang's going out had something to do with his mother, whom he had been dreaming of for the past few days.

So he didn't even think about it, just kept reciting the name of the tea house silently, took the bunch of carnations he bought a week ago, and waited until Wang Yuyang drove away before going out.

After taking a taxi on the side of the street, Yuan Xing reported to the Qiyun Tea House, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove him straight there.

The driver was an uncle from the capital city. He might have regarded the flowers in Yuan Xing's hands as roses, and spoke to Yuan Xing in a Beijing accent: "Did you fall in love early at such a young age? Did you give the roses to your girlfriend?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was taken aback, and quickly explained, "No, no, the flowers are for my mother."

"Oh that's it." The driver uncle nodded, "Your accent is not local, is it?"

Yuan Xing said in a low voice: "No, I'm here, a part-time worker."

"Are you thirsty? Why don't you speak well? There is mineral water in the back seat. If you want to drink, just take a bottle." The driver said kindly.

"No, no need." Yuan Xing waved his hands again and again, "I, I'm not thirsty, thank you."

Although the uncle talked a little too much and asked a little too much, it just eased the tension and anxiety in Yuan Xing's heart.

He went out on impulse, never thinking about how silly it would be to bring a bunch of carnations by himself if Wang Qianyang was going to meet friends or colleagues.

Or, he was worried about what to do if he really saw his mother.

How should I call her, how should I tell her that I miss her very much, how should I give her flowers.If she called her name, how would she respond, how would she behave.

What should I do if I don't see her.What if my mother doesn't want to see me...

Yuan Xing didn't dare to continue thinking down.

In the past, when he thought of his mother, he was full of longing and comfort, but now that he was about to see his mother whom he had been thinking about day and night, and whom he had missed for so long, he felt so much fear for no reason.

When his mother just disappeared, Yuan Xing once guessed her origin from grandma's ambiguous words. At that time, Yuan Xing also had conflicts and entanglements.The mother has the right to pursue her own life again, and she is an adult herself.

She took care of herself, and took care of a child born to herself and a person who hated and hated her for 18 years.It's her relief that her mother is gone. She is alone and has been admitted to university, so she can already take care of herself.

At least that's what Yuanxing thought at the time.

But within a few days, Yuan Xing burned out his brain and forgot many things, including the fact that his mother's departure meant liberation.

For Jiayi, the appearance of Yuan Xing may make her mentally suffer again after she is relieved.But now Yuan Xing can't think of so much after all, he is just a child, he just wants his mother's warm embrace, no matter what price he pays, he wants to see her again.

Probably also a kind of selfishness born out of innocence and instinct without knowing it.

In mid-May, the weather is hot for the first time, the taste of early summer is hidden in the tail of the cool wind, and the air is dry and fresh.

Yuan Xing sat in the back seat of the taxi, breaking out in a cold sweat.The wrapping paper on the outside of the bouquet was deeply wrinkled, and the palms were covered with sticky sweat. Both hands held it hard, trembling but could not be suppressed no matter what.He pursed his lips hard, swallowed his saliva, and arrived at the Qiyun Tea House in Dongcheng District amidst the entanglement and fear all the way.

As soon as he got out of the car, Yuan Xing saw Wang Yuyang's car not far away. He was supposed to be relieved, but his heart was suspended, he couldn't get up or down, and his heartbeat was pounding faster.

Yuan Xing raised his head, squinted his eyes, tried his best to look at the plaque of "Qiyun Tea House" in the sunlight, hugged the tulips in his arms tightly, and stepped up the steps.

The interior decoration of Qiyun Tea House is very classic. There is a chiseled water cup at the door, and the sound of splashing water is very clear in the quiet room.Substituting tea for wine adds a bit of tranquility.The door of the private room was closed tightly, and there was a waiter standing every few steps. All of them pursed their lips and kept silent, keeping the silence in the hall.

In one of the private rooms, Wang Yuyang and Jia Ming were sitting face to face, each with a cup of tea in front of them.

Wang Yuyang finally met Jiaming, Jiayi's real brother, Yuan Xing's uncle, and the first relative he saw who had a blood relationship with Yuan Xing.

Perhaps the drooping eyes are the unique facial features of the Jia family. Jiaming, who seems to be in his 40s, also has gentle drooping eyes, but in the gentle drooping eyes, the gaze is extremely firm and serious.

Except for the drooping eyes, Yuan Xing and this uncle still have a little bit of similarity in their faces, one can tell by their looks that they are related by blood.

The tea in the pot is rippling, and a tea handle is sinking and floating in the water.

When they came, the two had already exchanged names on the way, so they greeted politely at this time.After all, it was Jiaming who invited Wang Yuyang to the tea room, so he picked up the purple clay teapot, rinsed the cup and poured a cup of tea for Wang Yuyang.

The cup was pushed forward slightly, and Jiaming made a "please" gesture.

Wang Jianyang took the tea and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Jia."

"You're welcome." Jiaming said lightly.

Wang Yuyang is very clear that Jiaming's purpose of inviting him to come here is nothing more than to persuade himself, to persuade Yuan Xing not to disturb Jiayi's life that was so hard to calm down.

For seven days last week, Wang Jianyang was thinking about Jiayi and Yuanxing almost all the time.

His little Xing Xing is stubborn, utterly unbelievable, and has a clear will to see his mother.On Jiayi's side, only Jiaming unilaterally refused their request to meet, which was not Jiayi's idea.

If possible, he would like to try to see what Jiayi thinks.

It would be great if Jiayi wanted to see her son, but if she made it clear that she didn't want to see Yuan Xing and hated Yuan Xing's existence, he would immediately take Yuan Xing away.

Wang Qianyang didn't want Yuan Xing to feel the pain caused by his mother's hatred, which made Yuan Xing feel more heartbroken than not seeing her.

But Wang Yuyang didn't straight-forwardly repeat the purpose of his trip to Jiaming as soon as he came up, he asked Jiaming as if chatting: "Does Mr. Jia know his name?"

Of course Jiaming knew who "he" was referring to, and shook his head: "I don't know."

In fact, when Jia Yi first arrived home, she often used a brush to write a bunch of densely packed names on rice paper.In order to stabilize Jiayi's mood, they didn't dare to get close to him, and saw the repeated two words from a distance.

Once, a junior in the family approached Jia Yi driven by curiosity, wanting to see what was written on the paper, but as soon as he approached, Jia Yi rolled up the rice paper like crazy and stuffed it into his mouth, as if She didn't want others to know her name.After digging out the ball of rice paper, the handwriting on it was blurred, Jiayi's mouth was full of ink marks, and the family members never dared to ask about the name again.

Wang Qianyang paused, and said slowly: "Yuan Xing, the 'Yuan' of Yuanbao, the 'Xing' of happiness."

Jiaming was in a trance for a moment, and soon he nodded again to show that he heard it.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Wang Yuyang to speak, he asked, "Does he know about this? You found out about his mother."

"Understood." Wang Yuyang said with a wry smile, "But I lied to him that Ms. Jia is not in Beijing right now, and she won't be back until a few days later."

Jiaming didn't speak, and smiled slightly, but he couldn't see the meaning of the smile.

Wang Yuyang picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and asked tentatively, "How is Ms. Jia recently?"

Perhaps it was because Jiayi was in good condition recently, Jiaming smiled again, and answered the question very straightforwardly: "It's pretty good, I have drawn a lot of paintings recently, I bought frames, framed them and hung them at home. She told me before that she wanted to take advantage of the graduation season in June to see the graduation exhibition of the students of the Academy of Fine Arts. I am also very happy that she can go out and get in touch with the outside world."

"She was a student of the Academy of Fine Arts back then, but it was a pity that she didn't graduate. Wanting to see the graduation exhibition is a dream come true in disguise."

When Jiaming said this, his tone was very relaxed, and his facial expression was also very gentle. Compared with the serious him just now, he was a different person. It is not difficult to see his love for Jiayi, his sister.

Wang Jianyang also smiled: "That's pretty good."

"So..." Jiaming's tone changed, and he regained the initiative of speaking.

"I still have the same attitude. It is not easy for Jiayi to return to what she is now. She has been working hard to get out of the past. Our family has spent a lot of effort. As her brother, I don't want our family All our efforts have come to nothing.” He said euphemistically.

But inside and outside the words, he still disagrees with Yuan Xing and Jia Yi meeting.

Wang Qianyang frowned slightly, it was a good thing that Jiayi's condition improved, but Yuan Xing hadn't been working hard all the time.

At present, after several years of treatment, Jiayi has stepped into hope with one foot.Although Yuan Xing is now hopeful, he will soon be pulled back into despair. Wang Yuyang is very worried that Yuan Xing may not be able to accept such a huge gap.

Regardless of the standpoint or the three views, what is rational and what is emotional.

Wang Qianyang was always on Yuan Xing's side.

He opened his lips and was about to say something when he heard a "squeak" and the door of the private room was gently pushed open.

Wang Jianyang and Jiaming turned their heads together when they heard the sound.

Yuan Xing poked his head out from the crack of the door holding a handful of carnations, looked around the room happily and nervously, his eyes dimmed for a moment.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang frowned slightly, "How did you come here?"

Yuan Xing walked to the door and looked at Wang Yuyang a little aggrieved: "Yes, Mr. Happy, where's mom?"

Wang Jianyang rubbed his forehead and said to him, "Xiao Yuan is lucky that you came here first."

Yuan Xing looked hesitantly at the other man in the room, carefully stretched out his hand to close the door behind him, walked quickly to sit next to Wang Yuyang, and reached out to grab his sleeve for a sense of security.

And Jiaming looked at Yuan Xing who was sitting across from him with dodgy and frightened eyes, and unconsciously reached out and grabbed the cushion under him.

It's so similar, it's almost carved out of the same mold.

Yuan Xing and Jia Yi are very similar in appearance, drooping eyes, tear mole, small nose, the only difference is the mouth.Those who are familiar with Jiayi can tell the relationship between the two just by looking at Yuanxing.

Looking at Yuan Xing like this now, Jiaming vaguely sees Jiayi's appearance when he left.

From the point of view of blood relationship, this is my nephew, and from another level of relationship, this is the testimony of my own sister who has suffered for more than 20 years.

Jiaming is a calm and smart person, even if Yuan Xing's existence is unbearable, he still understands that the child in front of him is innocent.As Jiayi's own brother, all he needs to do is protect his sister, and nothing else has to do with him.

Yuan Xing felt that the man opposite him was looking at him all the time, which made him feel a little uncomfortable and a little scared.

So he turned around involuntarily, and went to talk to Wang Yuyang: "Mr. Happy, where is my mother, why, why isn't she here? Didn't come back, did she return?"

Under the gaze of those gazes, Yuan Xing stuttered a word, grammatically flawed sentences came out of his mouth, and his tone was a little trembling.

Jiaming saw this scene in his eyes and frowned subconsciously.

Wang Yuyang said that his brain was burnt out, and his IQ regressed back to seven or eight years old. Seeing him speaking intermittently and stuttering now, he really looks like a child.

Jiaming was suddenly a little angry, because he was angry for Jiayi.My own sister has suffered for this child for more than 20 years, but now this child has become like this.

He was not accusing Yuan Xing, nor did he regard Yuan Xing as the culprit.

Perhaps only those who trafficked children and women, the one who caused his sister to become like this, and the scum who is still at large are punished, or even die, can this unknown flame be extinguished.

Today was the second time Yuan Xing asked Wang Jianyang where his mother was. Wang Jianyang seemed a little embarrassed, and touched Yuan Xing's head, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Jiaming thought for a while, and said, "Jiayi has gone out, and is not in Beijing now, and will be back in a few days."

Hearing the man on the opposite side speak, Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, then carefully turned his head to look at this man.

Although he saw Jiaming for the first time, he always had an indescribable feeling.

It seemed to be... an indescribable intimacy. Even though he didn't have a smile on his face, when looking at those drooping eyes, Yuan Xing seemed to feel the sound of blood flowing in his body very clearly.

Wang Jianyang nodded slightly at Jiaming, thanking him for helping him out of the siege.

On the other hand, Yuan Xing was at the side, chanting word by word: "Jia? Yi? Jia? Yi. Jia, Yi."

At first his tone seemed a little puzzled, but gradually he became more and more determined, and the emotion wrapped in the two words was ready to come out.After repeating it three times, he paused, then raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already flushed.

At the first moment when he heard Jiaming say the name, Yuan Xing felt that there seemed to be something struggling hard in his heart.Like a seed breaking through the ground, the power of a silkworm chrysalis turning into a butterfly, from the sea in his heart, turned into a whale roar, accompanied by waves breaking out of the sea, water splashed down from a high place, and layers of water mist rose .

Yuan Xing stood in the mist, opened his eyes, and saw a figure he had been looking for for many years.

"Mr. Happy."

Yuan Xing blinked his red eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "This is, this is my mother's name, it's hers."

He didn't tell Wang Yuyang that he forgot his mother's name, or that he himself forgot, because of the high fever, he couldn't remember his mother's name anymore.All he had was that photo, and the maternal love and affection he longed for in the deepest part of his heart.

"Xiao Yuan can't cry." Wang Yuyang took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of his eyes, coaxing him warmly, "Didn't it be agreed that you can't cry when you see your mother? Why are you crying again?"

Yuan Xing blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears: "I, I didn't cry."

Jiaming looked at the two people on the opposite side of the sofa, at Yuan Xing who was desperately trying to stop crying, at Jiayi's son, and unconsciously grabbed the cushion under him again, wondering what he was thinking.

Just as he was thinking, Jiaming's phone rang.

It was Jia Yi calling.

Jiaming seemed to be in a daze, and directly connected to the phone indoors, while Wang Yuyang over there was still comforting Yuan Xing who was about to cry.

"Hey."

"Hey, Brother Ming." Jiayi's tone was flat, and her mood and tone could not be heard, "Where are you now? Is it convenient to go home, I have something to tell you."

On the opposite side, Yuan Xing seemed to be unable to hold back his emotions because he thought of his mother's name. Although Wang Jianyang tried his best to comfort him, he still couldn't stop his strong joy from crying and rejoicing.

"Mr. Happy, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowowows, mother's name."

"Xiao Yuanxing didn't cry anymore." Wang Yuyang simply stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, patted him on the back, "Did Xiao Yuanxing become a little crying bag recently? Don't cry, don't cry."

This conversation was clearly transmitted to the opposite side through the microphone on Jiaming's phone.

In a high-end residential area not far from Qiyun Teahouse, on the [-]th floor, a long-haired woman was sitting facing the sun. She tilted her head slightly, holding a mobile phone as if she was talking to someone.

There were crying voices, happy voices, and happy voices on the phone.

Unhappy voice.

The sound of torture.

Son's voice.

the voice of her son.

next second.

With a "click", the mobile phone next to the woman's ear fell to the ground.