Ding, your little fool is online

"I……"

Just as Yuan Xing said a word, Jiaming's cell phone rang, and the sharp ringtone overwhelmed the noisy sound of rain.

Jiaming pushed Yuanxing with the palm of his hand, signaling him not to speak, because he was afraid that it was Jiayi who was calling, and if he repeated the same mistakes as last time, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Fortunately, it was his partner who called, urging him to go to the tea house as soon as possible.After Jiaming answered the phone, he said, "I'll be at the door." Then he hung up the phone and turned his gaze to Yuan Xing.

Yuan Xing was holding a small yellow umbrella, and the plastic bag in his hand was full of raindrops, looking up at him.

"Come in with me." Jiaming stepped up the steps without moving his head.

Jiaming went to discuss business with his partner, and Yuan Xing was placed in a small private room next door by him, saying that he was asked to wait here first, and come over to chat with him when he finished his work.

With a cup of hot tea in front of him, Motoko sat cautiously on the large sofa, with his hands between his legs, looking down at his already soaked upper.

He still came.

After waiting here for a few days, I finally got Jiaming.

I was very anxious while waiting, but I was very nervous when I finally saw it.

The surface of the yellow umbrella standing on the side is covered with raindrops, continuously flowing downwards, and finally converging into a small pool of water stains under the umbrella tip, winding between the floor and the gap between the floors.

His phone vibrated a few times in his pocket, and when he took it out, he found that it was a message from Ling Qiuchi.

The two had already kept contact information with each other, and Ling Qiuchi even changed the "Mr. Happy Little Star" in Yuan Xing's contacts to "Lao Wang", and then changed himself to "Xiaoqiu from Xiaobaicai". Autumn", in order to achieve the purpose of competing for favor.

At this moment, Ling Qiuchi was sending him a message.

Xiao Qiuqiu: Have you seen him?

Xiao Qiuqiu: Have you seen it? ? ?

Xiao Qiuqiu: Hurry up and message me Xiaobaicai! ! !

Xiao Qiuqiu: poke

Yuan Xing hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and replied that Ling Qiuchi had already arrived, which also explained that Jiaming had gone elsewhere for the time being, and said he would come back to find him later.

Xiao Qiuqiu: So, then you just wait, don't be afraid!If there is any situation, please feel free to contact me and call me, do you hear me?Come on, cabbage!

Xiao Qiuqiu: [Duck duck fighting.gif]

Yuan Xing looked at the duck emoji on the screen who was clenching his fist to cheer up, and couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the door of the private room was pushed open with a "click", and Jia Ming walked in with a blank expression.

Yuan Xing glanced at him, then immediately looked away, and glanced down, stiff and uneasy.

"Tell me." Jia Ming looked at Yuan Xing and sat on the sofa opposite him.

Yuan Xing stood up, holding the plastic bag in his hand, and walked to Jiaming: "I, I want you to help me, help me give this to my mother."

There were some raindrops on the plastic bag, Yuan Xing hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve before handing it to Jiaming.

Inside the plastic bag was a small transparent box, inside which was a little white dog stamped out of wool felt.The little white dog closed his eyes, lying on a pillow with a pattern of small paws on it.

This was the attention that Ling Qiuchi helped him with. Yuan Xing poked at home for a few days before he poked a dog-like bag of materials that Ling Qiuchi helped him buy online, and often accidentally stuck it in his own hands.

After handing out the things in his hand, Yuan Xing curled up his fingers. There were a few small black spots on the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, all of which were pricked by needles. After bleeding, scabs formed.

But such a small wound, no one would notice it except himself.

Jiaming looked at the wool felt in a daze. He thought Yuan Xing would say something difficult for him, but he was still a little nervous before he came.

I didn't expect...it was just a wool felt.

However, he still asked vigilantly, "Why are you sending this? Are you hiding something in it?"

Secretly hiding a note saying that he is Yuan Xing or something, it will be difficult if Jia Yi sees it.

Yuan Xing's eyes were a little hurt for a moment, but he explained it immediately: "No, there is nothing, only, there is only a little white felt dog, really, really nothing else. Uncle, uncle, you believe me ah……"

It wasn't that Jiaming speculated about Yuan Xing maliciously. After all, he had never been with Yuan Xing before, and he didn't know what he was like. In addition, his father and grandma were both very bad, that's why Jia Ming thought so.

Jiaming looked at Yuan Xing's anxious expression, then looked down at the plastic bag in his hand, and said coldly, "I see."

Let's just agree.

Yuan Xing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Qiuchi also came up with the idea of ​​giving a gift for him, saying it was a gift for his mother.Yuan Xing wanted to send his little white dog there, but Ling Qiuchi said that it was old at first glance and would be discovered by his mother, so he chose to poke the wool felt of the little white dog.

The two little white dogs look exactly the same, one big and one small, the big one is with Yuan Xing, and the small one is about to be sent to Jiayi, just like a mother dog and a baby dog.

Just like mom is with Yuanxing, and Yuanxing is with mother.

Jiaming looked down at his watch, and found that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and he had to go home to have dinner with Jiayi at six o'clock, so he stood up from the sofa and said as he walked, "That's it, I'll help you pack your things. Take it with you, and don't come here to wait for me in the future."

"No, it's not." Yuan Xing hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, then let go quickly, pleading in his tone, "I, I still have something to do."

Jiaming frowned slightly, and stopped in his tracks: "What's the matter?"

"That's, that's..." Yuan Xing whispered, thinking about what Ling Qiuchi told him before, "I, I want to help a group of mothers. But uncle, don't worry, I, I won't see her mother, I can, Guaranteed!"

Jia Ming turned around and looked at Yuan Xing, feeling a little funny: "If you don't see Jia Yi, how can you help her? Do you use your mind to help?"

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Anyway, anyway, I won't go to see my mother, and I won't let my mother see me. It's all my fault, and I don't want to. But I, I just want to Help mommy she..."

He spoke intermittently, and when he spoke, his words were inconsistent, and his tone was full of self-blame.

Jiaming looked angrily laughed at by him: "I'll still ask you the same thing, how can you help Jiayi if you don't see him? If you really want to help Jiayi, stay away. I'll help you take this toy with you. In the past, benevolence and righteousness have been exhausted. I will not come to this teahouse again, and you don't have to wait for me here all the time. "

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes away and walked straight to the door.

Yuan Xing reached out and grabbed his sleeve again.

He raised his eyes, looked directly at Jiaming's impatient gaze, and swallowed nervously: "I, I promise, I won't let my mother see me, I promise."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Xing coughed a few times and sniffed fervently.

The early summer in Beijing has been cloudy and rainy for the past few days, and today's rain is the heaviest. Motoko is wearing thin clothes, only a white T-shirt and a thin checked shirt, which can't block the wind or rain.

Seeing Yuanxing's eyes full of pleading, Jiaming seemed to see the pitiful appearance of Yuanxing standing under the eaves of the teahouse with his neck and shoulders shrunk a few days ago while holding the small yellow umbrella.

"Cough cough." Yuan Xing coughed twice, and said hoarsely to Jia Ming, "Please, please, uncle, I really can't let my mother see me, I really can't."

The hoarse ending was long and drawn out, very much like the "Yuan Xing" written by Jia Ming on that piece of rice paper.

The last stroke of the word "lucky" was extremely long, and all the ink that was dragged into the tip of the brush was drawn into the rice paper. When the ink was dragged from full to dry, the tip of the brush exploded, and the edges of the handwriting were rough and uneven.

Jiaming gritted his teeth, stood still, turned around, and looked at Yuan Xing.

The sound of rain outside the window drowned out his voice.

After returning home, Yuan Xing was drenched all over, and the wind was strong on the road. His little umbrella that had been weathered by wind and rain was gloriously sacrificed on the road, so Yuan Xing had to walk back from the bus station in the rain.

But even though he became a drenched little star, he was still very happy.

Because Jiaming told him that his mother will go to see the graduation exhibition of the Academy of Fine Arts in early or mid-June after a while.

Apart from this, Jiaming never told him anything else.

It is now late May, and there are still ten or twenty days before that time, but Yuan Xing's heart has already flown to that day, after all, this is the only chance to see his mother.

Yuan Xing didn't sell Jiaming to deceive his mother's itinerary, so as to achieve his goal of seeing his mother.

It's true that he wants to see his mother, but he can guarantee that he will not let his mother see him, let her let her watch the exhibition quietly, and live like an ordinary day, nothing will happen, nothing will happen would bother her.

He promises.

After a while, Wang Yuyang came back from get off work. He saw Yuan Xing with wet hair sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Have you taken a shower? Why don't you blow your hair?"

Only then did Yuan Xing realize that he had been sitting on the sofa since returning home and hadn't moved his position, nor had he wiped his rain-drenched hair.

Then she hurriedly got up and ran towards the bathroom in a hurry: "I, who was drenched in the rain, I, I'm going to take a shower right now."

Yuan Xing actually had to go to work this afternoon, but Yuan Xing asked Zhang Yue for leave in advance in order to go to Qiyun Tea House to wait for Jiaming.At the same time, he sent a text message to Wang Yuyang, saying that he left work early today and returned home at three or four o'clock, so that Wang Yuyang didn't have to pick him up.

The reason why Yuan Xing lied was because this was also Ling Qiuchi's idea, saying that Wang Jianyang should not know about it.

But he ignored one problem. If he got off work at three or four o'clock, even if the road was wet by rain, his hair should be dry by this point, not to say it was still wet, even his clothes were wet.And he didn't change his clothes for such a long time after he got home, what attracted Yuan Xing so much that he didn't think of changing into clean clothes for so long.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Wang Jianyang's eyes gradually became deeper.

The next day, Yuan Xing went to work at the hot pot restaurant in the afternoon.

"Don't ask for leave today, Xiao Yuanxing?" Zhang Yue asked with a smile.

"No, no more." Yuan Xing smiled sheepishly, and ran to the waiting area outside the door with snacks.

After a while, he was called into the store, saying that there were not enough manpower today, and asked him to help order food and greet customers.

Yuan Xing had no choice but to wipe his hands and put down the cup of sour plum soup, took a tablet and walked into the store.

"Table C403, four guests, please come in for dinner."

The machine at the door reported the number for the queue, and Yuan Xing hurried to the door and led the customers into the store: "You, hello, there are four people..."

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped talking, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because Yuan Xing discovered that the guest was Jiaming.

Jiaming was obviously taken aback when he saw Yuan Xing holding the tablet, and then pulled him to the safe passage at the corner outside the store, grabbed his collar, and asked angrily: "What's the matter with you?"

He brought Jiayi out for dinner today, Jiayi found out about this hotpot restaurant from somewhere, and asked to eat at this restaurant by name.He came up to line up the number, while his wife, daughter and Jiayi were downstairs buying drinks.

Yuan Xing knew what he meant, and seemed a little frightened by him, and quickly explained: "No, no, I'm working here. I've been working here for almost a year."

Jiaming looked at his overalls and felt that he was not lying, besides, he only told him that Jiayi would go to the graduation exhibition in June, and it was only May now.

This encounter was unexpected for both of them.

Jiaming glanced at him again, let go of his grip on his collar, and said softly, "Go back, let's eat at another restaurant."

Yuan Xing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the final analysis, there is still a lot of loss in my heart.

But after a while, Jiaming still walked into the store. As soon as he entered the store, he was looking for Yuan Xing. Yuan Xing met his eyes with a plate in his hand.

Jiaming walked up quickly and said, "Jiayi must come to this restaurant, remember what you said."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and finally handed over the plate in his hand to a colleague, and hid himself in the small warehouse next to the back kitchen.

The small warehouse is full of sundries, hot pot four-square grid, unopened tableware, various small gifts, and a pile of plush toys.

The warehouse is surrounded by walls on three sides, and it is very dark without the lights on.Yuan Xing sat on the ground, looking at the small window on the warehouse door, looking at the light coming through the window, imagining the appearance of his mother, imagining that she was not far away from him, maybe eating happily hot pot.

I don't know if the tear mole under my mother's eyes is still the same, whether her hair has grown, whether she likes to eat tomatoes, or whether she likes my gift.

Yuan Xing rested his head on the doll next to him, thinking wildly in his mind.

There was a burst of cheerful laughter outside the door, as if a child ran past the door, and the mother of the child behind him called his nickname, beckoning the child to slow down and stop falling.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, feeling his nose a little sour.

He also wants his mother.

But he promised so many times that he would not let his mother see him, would not disturb her life, and would give her time to relax.

He has a mother, but he can't see it or touch it, and he can't ask for it.

Yuan Xing lowered his head slowly, bent his legs and hugged himself.As soon as the tears hit the ground, Yuan Xing suddenly thought of what Ling Qiuchi told him that day, saying that he had to take the initiative and be ashamed to seize the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Motoko wiped his face with his hand, looked thoughtfully at the doll costume beside him.

There is a table for four in the store, Jiaming, Jiayi and his wife and children are eating hot pot, the table is full of dishes, and Jiayi keeps eating the things in the tomato pot.

Jiaming's daughter might be telling jokes, making his little Gugu Jiayi laugh from time to time.

"That aunt, let me tell you there are more, huh?" The little girl was suddenly attracted by other things in the middle of talking.

It turned out to be a giant Stitch doll walking around the store with a bag of candy, handing out candy.

"Still!" The little girl pointed happily.

Jia Yi took a look and then looked away: "Isn't it a little pig?"

"No, auntie, this is the character Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, also called Stitch." The little girl explained, "Oh, Stitch is walking towards us, parents and aunts, look quickly. "

Jiaming's wife smiled and patted her daughter's head: "That's fake. It was played by a person wearing Stitch's clothes. Look at you."

While they were talking, Stitch had already walked to their table.

The little girl was sitting on the inside of the table, when she saw Stitch coming, she immediately stood up, stretched her arms over Jia Yi, and said to Stitch, "Stitch, are you here to give me candy? "

Stitch nodded awkwardly.

"Oh, that's great." The little girl smiled immediately, "I want strawberry flavor, do you have it?"

Stitch fumbles around in the plastic bag and finally pulls out a lollipop.

"Is it strawberry? Give it to me quickly." The little girl shook her hand at him.

As a result, Stitch put the lollipop in his hand, flipped his palm, and brought it straight to Jiayi.

Jia Yi looked at him puzzled, "Give it to me?"

Stitch was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and shook his broad palm, signaling her to take the candy away quickly.

Jiayi smiled, took the candy, and said softly, "Thank you, little pig."

Stitch was taken aback for another moment, then grabbed a handful of candy from the plastic bag, put it in the hands of Jiaming's daughter, and ran away quickly.

The little girl looked at the candies that Stitch gave her, and happily picked them among the pile of candies: "Stitch is so kind, let me see if there is any strawberry flavor."

Jia Yi looked at the lollipop in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

After Stitch distributed the candies and left, he ran straight back to the warehouse behind the store. He closed the door, bent down and gasped for a while, and then reached out and took off the head of the doll suit.

the eyes on the head are

The little man in the doll costume is panting, his face is covered with water, reflecting the light in the dim warehouse.

I don't know whether it is sweat or tears.