Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing's thoughtful face, and gently touched his red and swollen eyelids with his fingers: "Go and rest for a while, Yuan Xing, don't think so much, and everything will be fine when you sleep."

Yuan Xing didn't speak, just nodded, jumped out of Wang Yuyang's arms, took the bouquet of carnations to the study, and gently closed the door.

The door of the study was closed tightly, Yuan Xing leaned behind the door, looked at the disfigured carnation in his hand, slowly brought the carnation bouquet closer, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath.

"Don't cry secretly, Yuan Xing, lie on the bed and go to sleep." Wang Yuyang's voice came from outside the door.

Motoko quietly

Wang Jianyang was outside the door, listening carefully to the movement in the room, and sat back on the sofa after confirming that Yuan Xing was not crying secretly.

He took out his phone, glanced at Jiaming's contact information, finally sighed, turned off the phone screen, and threw it aside.He lay on his back on the sofa and raised one hand to cover his eyes with the back of his hand.

This is so sad.

He was so sad that he didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't know what he was doing right and what he was doing wrong in the matter of Yuanxing's mother.

Jia Yi should have known that Yuan Xing was in Beijing with her. After all, at the teahouse, Yuan Xing's cries and begging to Jia Ming were really loud, so Jia Yi on the other end of the phone must have heard it.

If you know...

Although I didn't see Jia Yi, it is conceivable that her condition might not be much better.

After all, a life that has been peaceful for four years, once torn apart without warning, is like a scourge to Jiayi who has those experiences, more terrifying than a nightmare.

Wang Yuyang took his hands off and looked at the track lights above his head.

For the time being, don't bother, it's good for both parties.

Yuan Xing also seemed to have listened to what Wang Yuyang said, and quietly went to the rehabilitation center in the morning, and went to work or stayed at home in the afternoon, neither crying nor making trouble, and would not take the initiative to mention this matter to Wang Yuyang. .

Yuan Xing didn't have to go to work this afternoon, and planned to rest at home, but was called out by Ling Qiuchi.

Since Ling Qiuchi got out of the shadow in his heart, the relationship between him and Yuan Xing has become better and better, like two children.They often go to the library to read together or Yuan Xing pushes him to go for a walk in the park, but in the end it always becomes that Ling Qiuchi takes him to eat delicious food.

Thinking that you made Qiu Chi remember that Yuan Xing likes to eat sweets, he brought him to the dessert shop he often goes to, saying that he was taking him to try the new products in early summer.

The muffins are drizzled with maple syrup, and the cupcakes are filled with cherry filling, decorated with chocolate, sprinkled with white powdered sugar and star sugar.

However, Yuan Xing has no appetite or thoughts at all.

After that day, he didn't show anything on the surface, but the matter was still in his heart, like a thorn, pricking it from time to time, and after waking up in the middle of the night, there were tears all over his face.

It was his mother, and he couldn't possibly care less about it.

In the past few days, he has always carried the photo of his mother with him, and occasionally took it out to look at it to clear up the emotions of longing in his heart, and then immediately took it back, not even daring to look at it for a second time.

After all, he also promised Mr. Happy to smile when he saw his mother, not to cry, and not to bother him, because his mother's condition was not good, so he had to wait for her.

Ling Qiuchi shook the fork in his hand, and had already wiped out two cakes. Seeing that Yuan Xing hadn't touched the cake in front of him, and was still staring at a certain place in a daze, he couldn't help but waved his hand in front of his eyes: "You little cabbage!" What's the matter? You're out of your mind and don't even eat cake?"

Ling Qiuchi already knew Yuanxing's real name, but Xiaobaicai was already called Shunkou, so he never changed his name.

"Ah." Yuan Xing came back to his senses, hurriedly lowered his head and poked the cake with a fork, "It's nothing."

The cherry on the top of the cake was poked off by him with a fork, and rolled off the table, falling to the ground and rolling far away, and the red jam drew a long trace on the white floor.

Yuan Xing wanted to pick it up in a panic, but bumped into the table again, almost spilling the drink, but fortunately, Qiu Chi held the cup in time.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Qiuchi supported the cup with one hand, and pulled Yuan Xing back with the other hand, "You don't need to pick it up, you come back to me."

But Yuan Xing still stubbornly picked up the cherry that fell on the ground and threw it into the trash can.

Ling Qiuchi pushed the cake in front of him: "Just now you told me it's fine, do you know that your acting skills are poor when you lie, you can tell it at a glance. So tell me, what's wrong?"

Yuan Xing turned to look at him, pursed his lips and opened his mouth again, looking hesitant to speak.

Ling Qiuchi followed him and also pursed his lips and opened his mouth, but in the end Yuan Xing still said, "It's fine."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Ling Qiuchi forked a small piece of cake and forced it to Yuan Xing's mouth, "Eat, talk while eating, I don't believe you can't get the words out of your mouth today Yes, eat."

"I, I found my mother."

Ling Qiuchi's hand holding the fork stopped immediately.

He didn't know much about Yuan Xing, and only knew the general experience of Yuan Xing before he came to Beijing, including the incident at Yuan Xing's family, from the few words in the usual chat.

Hearing Yuan Xing's words at this time, Qiu Chi was stunned.After recovering, he was happy for Yuan Xing from the bottom of his heart, after all, that was the irreplaceable mother.But looking at Yuan Xing's sad face, he couldn't help but fell into doubt again, shouldn't Yuan Xing be very happy to have found his mother?What are you doing with such a sad face?

Both of them were silent, sitting side by side on the sofa watching the bubbles in the soda water, running slowly and wobbly towards the surface of the water.

After a while, Ling Qiuchi coughed lightly and said, "Well, have you seen your mother?"

Yuan Xing shook his head, pinching the plastic bag with the photo in his shirt coat: "Mom, it seems like Mom doesn't want to see me."

Ling Qiuchi knew that Yuan Xing's mother was abducted by human traffickers, and also knew that she endured humiliation for nearly 20 years before escaping from hell.He doesn't know how Yuanxing's mother is doing now, but he also understands the harm that these 20 years of life have caused to Yuanxing's mother, and that psychological shadow cannot be erased by time alone.

In addition, Yuan Xing actually witnessed her past, so it was expected that she would not want to see Yuan Xing.If she met Yuan Xing without hesitation, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Ling Qiuchi saw it very clearly.

But Yuan Xing may not understand it, he only thinks that his mother is not in a good state, just like Xiaoqiu after experiencing school bullying.

"You..." Ling Qiuchi reached out and patted Yuan Xing's back, "What do you want to do? Do you want me to help you?"

"Help, help for what?" Yuan Xing asked him.

"What about being stupid?" Ling Qiuchi patted his head, "You tell me what you think first?"

Yuan Xing wanted to help his mother after listening to Wang Yuyang's words that day, just like he helped Xiaoqiu's younger brother back then.

However, brother Xiaoqiu can be met in the rehabilitation center, at school, and even asked Mr. Happy to take him to his home to look for him.But his mother can't, he doesn't know where her mother is, and he doesn't know where her mother will go. He said that he is helping her get out, but he has no way to start.

"I see." Ling Qiuchi nodded thoughtfully, sipping on the sparkling water and thinking about it, "How did you find your mother? Can you tell me about it?"

If you want to make a plan, you have to know everything about it.

So Yuan Xing began to go home intermittently from eating Japanese food, and talked about meeting Jiaming at the teahouse that day, and hearing Jiaming calling his mother on the phone.

But he omitted the part where he was crying, and he couldn't lose face in front of Xiaoqiu's younger brother.

"Then, when I went home, Mr. Happy said, Mommy, he's not in good condition, so I won't see you for the time being..."

"Wait." Ling Qiuchi interrupted him, "So you actually met your...uncle?"

Yuan Xing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Then go find him." Ling Qiuchi said very seriously.

"Isn't it, not too good?" Yuan Xing hesitated.

"Why are you hesitating." Ling Qiuchi tried the temperature of Yuan Xing's cup of hot drink with the back of his hand, "Drink it if it's not too hot. Listen to me while you drink."

The hot drink is sweet, with soft marshmallows floating on the mouth of the cup, and a few chocolate bars inserted.

"You will be able to wait for him at the gate of the tea house, trust me." Ling Qiuchi helped him stir the hot drink with a spoon, "When you wait for him, go and tell him that you don't want to disturb mother's life, this must be said at the very beginning , your mother's family must care about this most, so they don't let her meet you."

"Then you say that you want to help, and you are willing to do anything, as long as you can help your mother."

"Yes, but uncle said." Yuan Xing asked his own question, "If you tell me to stay away, it will be considered as a help, will it help mother?"

After all, when Jiaming left the tea house that day, he said that he would not disturb them any more.

"Uh..." Ling Qiuchi didn't say the following words for a while, and thought for a while before saying, "If he said that, you repeat the first sentence, saying that you will not disturb mother's life, and you will not let her Mom sees herself, absolutely not, she just wants to help."

"You have to understand, Xiaobaicai, as my brother said, your mother's condition is very bad now, maybe even worse than mine before. If you just wait, who knows how long you will have to wait, and you will have a chance if you take the initiative , I have to seize the opportunity even if I have a shameless face."

The straw floated up and down in the bubbles in the glass full of soda water, and the surrounding environment was quiet, only the voice that made Qiu Chi whisper and the quilt

"And I told you to tell your uncle not to disturb your mother's life. It's not just for you to talk about it. You have to remember it all the time and really do it. I know you miss your mother very much. , I can understand your mood, if you really love her, you can't just act according to your own ideas."

"Because this is not your business alone. If you only consider your own wishes, it will be very selfish. I believe we Xiaobaicai will not do this, right?"

"That's enough." Ling Qiuchi wiped the chocolate on Yuan Xing's lips with a piece of paper, "Eat first, enjoy yourself in time, be happy when you come out with me today, and we'll go shopping later."

Yuan Xing blinked, not sure if he listened or not, but he seemed to have made up his mind.

Jiaming hurried home after leaving the tea room that day.

Fortunately, there was a nanny at home, and Jiayi didn't do anything violent, but she locked herself back in her room for the next few days and didn't come out to eat.

She was sober, but her heart felt like she was going crazy.

It is a lie to say that she does not want to see her son at all, after all, it is a piece of flesh that fell from her body, but she is also afraid of facing the old days, so she has no choice but to escape and choose to be contradictory.

That day, the rest of the Jia family came to Jia Yi's place for dinner together, and Jia Yi came out of the room and sat in his own seat without saying a word.

This 40-year-old woman is unusually thin, with a pointed chin so that her entire face is out of shape.Her thin lips were tightly pursed, her drooping eyes were closed, and her excessively long forehead hair hung down, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

It took a long time after Jiayi sat down to pick up the chopsticks under the watchful eyes of his family members. There were several scars on the inside of the turned wrist, which lay ugly across the skin.

With a "snap", the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground.

Jiayi glanced down, moved the stool back, bent down as if no one was there amidst the ear-piercing voice, picked up the chopsticks, put them on the table, and took a pair of clean chopsticks from the nanny.

"Let's eat." Jiayi said in a hoarse voice, "Don't look at me."

But the family members at the table still looked at her.

Since Jiayi came back, the whole family would come to have dinner every week. Jia's family has a big business and many relatives. Every time, a long table is filled to the brim.

"What's wrong with Xiao Yi these days?" An elder asked Jiaming in a low voice, "I heard you say it was good before, why is it like this again these days?"

Jiaming knew it was because he had answered the phone at the teahouse that day, and was about to speak when he heard Jiayi say:

"It's nothing, don't ask Brother Ming, I have no appetite and eat less these days, it's just not feeling well."

When Jiayi came back, for some reason, some elders in the family suggested that she be sent to a more systematic and regular nursing home. It was Jiaming who resisted all the arguments, so he kept his own sister by his side and bought her a Set up a house not far from my home, and hired a nanny to take care of it.

Therefore, if Jiayi's situation is not optimistic, the elders in the family must ask Jiaming about it, and Jiaming may be reprimanded, even if it is not his fault.

If he told the family about Yuan Xing, the elders in the family would inevitably panic again, and would say things that would make Jia Yi painful at the dinner table, or ask someone to do something to Yuan Xing.

He originally planned to hide this meeting, but Jia Yi suppressed it before him.

Jiaming didn't know what Jiayi was thinking, maybe she didn't want to talk about it anymore, or she wanted to protect her son.

Jiaming didn't know the details.

It's just that after the family had eaten and left, he helped the nanny clean up the trash, and found a large pile of used rice paper in a bag of trash, with two words repeated written densely on it.

Yuan Xing.

All are lucky.

Jiaming looked at the handwriting and ink dots on the rice paper, thoughtful.

The next day, when it was raining heavily in Beijing, Jiaming met Yuan Xing at the gate of Qiyun Tea House.

Yuan Xing stood alone in the heavy rain with a small umbrella and looked left and right. The trousers and one shoulder were soaked by the rain. Because of the cold weather, he shrunk his shoulders and shook from time to time, anxious and at a loss.

The rain was pattering, and big raindrops hit his umbrella surface, making a pattering sound.

Seeing Yuan Xing for the first time, Jiaming frowned instinctively. He didn't expect to meet Yuan Xing here, and he didn't expect Yuan Xing to think of waiting for him here.

Because of his business, he often has to discuss things with his partners, and the coffee shop is too noisy, so Jiaming usually invites the other party to the tea house to talk about business while drinking tea.

Yuan Xing also saw Jiaming, and hurried over with small steps, rubbing his voice anxiously in the heavy rain: "You, hello, I'm sorry for disturbing you, I, I have something to say."

But Jiaming pretended not to see him, walked straight over, and opened the door of the teahouse to walk in.

"Uncle, uncle!" Yuan Xing hurriedly said, "I, I have something to say!"

Hearing these two words, Jiaming froze, and the hand that opened the door paused.

Jia Ming didn't want to talk to Yuan Xing at first, but when he saw him, he thought of those rice papers thrown away by Jia Yi, and the handwriting on the rice paper.

The last vertical line of the character Xing is always dragged on for a very long time, as if all her emotions, no matter good or bad, hate or longing, are embedded in this last stroke.

Sighs were drowned out by the sound of rain.

Jiaming turned his head slowly and asked Yuan Xing, "What do you want to say?"