Ding, your little fool is online

There was constant noise outside the door, and there was only a small sobbing sound inside the door.

Yuan Xing squatted on the ground, before he could take off his doll costume, Stitch's head was placed beside his feet.

It grins its teeth, and the plastic beads used as Stitch's eyes reflect a white light, looking radiant.

However, the ears are drooping.

No matter how happy you laugh, you can't hide the sad truth in your heart.

But Yuan Xing felt that he should be happy.At least he saw his mother, so close that he gave her a candy himself.

In the hot early summer, he was wrapped in a furry doll costume and walked around the store with a bag of candy, just to hand a candy to his loving mother as if nothing had happened. .

I hope she can live a sweet life like a strawberry-flavored candy without suffering.

When he put the candy in his mother's palm, he felt like he couldn't hear all the sounds around him.

Only that soft "thank you".

It was as if traveling [-] million light years in the boundless universe, and it finally reached his ears.

Mom is still his mom.

The long hair was something I grabbed in her arms when I was a child, and it was brown.The gaze in the drooping eyes is as gentle as water, and he looks at himself as an adult for 18 years.The scar at the corner of the eye is hidden in the hair, because of the suffering he has endured.The tear mole in front of my eyes is a small one, and no one knows how many bitter and painful tears are hidden in it.

Stitch was also the pig she had told herself.

Yuan Xing squatted on the ground, lowered his head, tears fell one by one into the dust on the ground.

He tried hard to tell himself not to cry, and he agreed not to cry when he saw his mother. He tried hard to grin the corners of his mouth, trying to look at the glimmer of light in front of him with a smile.But tears still drilled out of his eyes uncontrollably, flowing down his cheeks and into his mouth, together with the words he wanted to say to his mother, he swallowed them with difficulty and struggled, leaving only bitterness in his heart.

Mom, I miss you so much, I miss you so much.

But he probably won't be able to say it in his life.

He smiled, but was still sad.

Over there in the office building, Wang Yuyang clocked out of get off work early today, so he thought of coming to the store to pick up Yuan Xing and go home today.

In late May, six o'clock in Beijing is a beautiful scenery, and the summer wind is still refreshing, softly burrowing into the hem of clothes when walking.The glass on the outside of the building cuts the setting sun and inlays it in the windows of one floor after another, like a gift for people who are on the go all day.

Wang Yuyang bought a small cake for Yuan Xing on the first floor, carrying a paper bag, and planned to take the elevator up to the fifth floor to pick him up from the hot pot restaurant.

"Ding—the basement floor."

The elevator door opened, and many people came out of it. Wang Yuyang took out his mobile phone, and while sending a message to Yuan Xing, he stood patiently by the door and waited for them all to come out.

"Slow down, three of you, the ground is slippery here."

A familiar voice sounded, and Wang Yuyang couldn't help but look up.

Jiaming walked past him, and a mother and daughter, one tall and one short, walked past him.

The short girl said, "Auntie, the hot pot just now is delicious, and the candy that Stitch gave is also delicious."

At the end was a long-haired woman who didn't answer, just smiled.

When she walked by, she brought a gust of wind, which was stopped and paused.The profile of the woman was very similar to Yuan Xing's, with a tear mole under her left eye, and her long hair stuck in the air.

Wang Yiyang's eyes widened for a moment.

This is Yuanxing's mother.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, but only saw the woman's curving hair tail and thin back in the air.

Jiaming also found Wang Yuyang, stood still and turned to look at him.Their eyes met, and they both frowned.

"Hey, I still want to eat that hot pot next time, aunt, come with me too." The little girl kept talking to Jia Yi, "Dad, what are you looking at? Let's go? The fried chicken shop is right in front gone."

Jia Yi followed her gaze, only seeing the closed elevator doors and the up sign.

"It's nothing." Jia Ming looked away and glanced at Jia Yi, "Let's go, go to the fried chicken shop, buy fried chicken and go to the movies."

After the elevator reached the fifth floor, Wang Yuyang immediately walked out, walking in a hurry.

Zhang Yue was standing at the door to help greet the guests, when she saw Wang Yuyang: "Are you looking for Yuan Xing?"

Wang Qianyang nodded: "Is he in the house?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yue put down the sour plum soup in his hand, "Today is crowded, let him help to order food, you go in, if you are not in the hall, you will be in the back kitchen."

As a result, Wang Yuyang went around the lobby and the back kitchen several times but couldn't find Yuan Xing, so he turned back to look for Zhang Yue.

"Oh, it shouldn't be." Zhang Yue stopped a passing clerk, "Did you see Yuan Xing?"

"Seeing him, he seems to have gone to the warehouse." The clerk pointed to the left, "The Stitch who came out to distribute candies just now should be him."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuyang had already walked towards the warehouse.

The door of the warehouse was ajar, with a slight push, there was a "squeak", and Wang Yuyang saw Yuan Xing sitting on the ground.

Yuan Xing stopped crying. He sat on the ground, hugged that Stitch's head, put his chin on the top of Stitch's head, and stared blankly at the direction ahead.

Wang Jianyang walked into the warehouse and called him softly: "Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing responded, not knowing if he didn't hear it or what.

"Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang walked up to him, squatted down, and touched his head, "Why are you here alone?"

Yuan Xing finally came to his senses, but he seemed to be frightened by Wang Yuyang, "Ah", his shoulders trembled suddenly, and Stitch's head in his arms was crazily backed away, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the rough ground, making a rough sound .

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Seeing that he reacted so strongly, Wang Yuyang quickly stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, and patted him on the back with one hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm the one who took you home."

Yuan Xing was suddenly hugged tightly, and his cheeks were pressed against the warm chest, his eyes were slightly wide open, and his hands were holding Stitch's ears tightly.

After a while, he slowly let go of his hand, and his mood gradually eased.

"Mr. Happy." Motoko called softly.

"Here." Wang Jianyang let go of him, "Why are you staying alone in the warehouse without turning on the lights?"

The light coming through the small window on the door only illuminated a small area in front of me.

Wang Jianyang put his hand on Yuan Xing's shoulder, only then did he see clearly the Stitch doll costume he was wearing, and he knew in his heart that the Stitch that the clerk mentioned just now was the one who distributed the candy was him.

But since the candies are distributed, shouldn't you take off this heavy doll costume quickly?It's really uncomfortable to sweat in this weather.

Wang Yuyang reached out and walked around the back of Yuanxing's neck, touched the zipper of the doll's clothes, and helped him unzip it: "Take off this clothes quickly, isn't it hot for you?"

Yuan Xing was stunned and let Wang Yuyang pull himself out of the doll clothes. After his skin touched the cool air, he became more awake.

He raised his eyelids to look at Wang Yuyang, and called out again: "Mr. Happy."

"I'm here." Wang Yuyang responded in a loud voice, "Raise your arm, I'll help you take off this doll's clothes, don't get prickly heat from covering it."

Yuan Xing shook his head and nodded again, but he didn't know why he nodded and why he shook his head.

Just say: "Mr. Happy, I, I saw my mother, just now, in the store."

Wang Jianyang's men paused for a moment, the fabric got caught in the zipper, and they couldn't get up or down.

There was silence for a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of breathing and the sound from the hot pot restaurant in the distance.

Yuan Xing continued to babble about the details of when he gave the candy, Wang Jianyang listened quietly, his hands were still struggling with the zipper.

"I, I want to see my mother and her, but I told my uncle that I can't let my mother see me. I put on piggy clothes, and I took candy outside."

"I was afraid, so I went directly. If I went to give my mother candies, yes, yes... it would be strange to others, so I brought a bag of candies and distributed candies to all the guests outside. Finally, finally Gave Mommy one, one."

"Yes, it's strawberry-flavored candy, it should be delicious."

"Mom, she seems to be the same as before, that is, she is a little thinner and can't see me."

"Hic." Yuan Xing hiccupped, not sure if it was because he was hungry or because he just cried.

Then he said, "I, I didn't cry, I didn't cry."

He repeated it again, and nodded again, expressing his agreement with his words.

"I said before, see, when I saw my mother, I couldn't, I couldn't cry, hiccup. I, I didn't let my mother see me, I hid in the piggy, my mother didn't look, saw me, I didn't, Didn't bother mom..."

After Yuan Xing finished speaking, Wang Yuyang also took out the cloth stuck in the zipper, smoothly pulled Yuan Xing out of the "little pigskin", and pinched his face.

"Xiao Yuanxing didn't cry." Wang Yuyang pinched his chin, looked at Yuanxing's face with a faint light, saw those red eyes, and sighed inwardly.

Just cry.

No one said that he was not allowed to cry, but he himself did not allow it.

But at least he wasn't crying now, and no one knew when he was crying.

I don't know if this counts as his little Yuan Xing has grown up.Because if it was normal, Yuan Xing would be crying out of breath in his arms at this moment, and he would definitely be calling Mr. Happy and Mommy.I won't tell myself what happened just now without rush or slowness like now.

For him to have such transformation and growth, Wang Jianyang is undoubtedly happy for him.But what he hopes most is that Yuan Xing can always be carefree, even if he grows under his umbrella all the time.

After all, this little fool has been through too much hardship. Even if he finds his mother now, he can't meet and recognize her openly.You even need to wear a doll costume to approach cautiously and give her a candy.I secretly ran back and cried, and when I saw myself, I made a point of emphasizing that I hadn't cried, and I didn't let my mother see me, and didn't bother my mother.

It's so distressing.

But Yuan Xing is going to grow up after all, he needs to learn some truths from one thing after another, or the way of life, or some knowledge of the world.

After all, he is moving towards his goal step by step.

"I didn't cry." Yuan Xing reached out and rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he was eager to prove it.

But he forgot that the warehouse was full of old sundries, he just touched here and there, and sat on the ground for a long time, his hands had already become dirty.

With this swipe, he completely changed from a little white dog to a little flowery dog, and from a little white pig to a little flowery pig.

Wang Jianyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stretched out his hand to pull Yuan Xing's hand away, and pulled Yuan Xing up who had been removed from the "little pigskin", bent down to help him pat the dust on his clothes, saw that his shoelaces were loose, Simply squat down and help him tie his shoelaces.

Said softly: "Well, don't wipe your face with your hands for now. I know my little Yuan Xing is not crying. As a reward, Mr. Happy bought you a small cake, shall we go home and eat it?"

Yuan Xing wiped his face again: "Yes, yes."

"Hey, I told you that you are not allowed to wipe your face, why are you disobedient?" Wang Yuyang pulled Yuan Xing's hand away again.

Then he took Yuanxing's things, took the painted-faced puppy in his hand, walked through the lobby, took the stairs down, crossed the road to the parking lot, got in the car, fastened his seat belt, and inserted the key.

Before he had time to start the car, Yuan Xing reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said in a very small voice: "Mr. Happy, you, please hug me, please..."