Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing lowered his head, his soft and black hair drooped obediently, but his eyes were looking up, with hope and longing, and extremely cautious.

Ever since Yuan Xing lived with him, this kind of look hadn't appeared on him for a long time.

From a child who lived with low self-esteem and cautiousness, he gradually turned into a cheerful, optimistic, real little star who can even influence and help others with his own light.

now……

Wang Jianyang sighed, pulled out the car key, and loosened their seat belts.Stretching out a hand to touch the back of his head, the other hand went around the back, and pressed the poor little boy into his arms.

Yuan Xing also slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes on Wang Yuyang's back. He sniffed, not knowing whether it was because he cried just now or wanted to cry again, or because he heard the reassuring smell on Wang Yuyang's body.

In short, the two of them did not speak and hugged each other.

The car windows cut off the complicated sounds of everything, and there is only the intertwined and just right breathing sound in the car.

Wang Qianyang opened his eyes, resting his chin on the top of Yuan Xing's head, Yuan Xing closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against Wang Qianyang's chest.

Wang Jianyang raised his eyes and saw the brightly lit hotpot restaurant on the fifth floor in the business district not far away, and couldn't help but think of the situation when he found Yuan Xing in the warehouse just now.

Xiao Yuanxing, who was wearing a doll costume, had unbearably swollen eyes, but he still had to repeat that he wasn't crying.

When he saw his mother, whom he hadn't seen in four years, the emotions that had been pent up in his heart must have exploded in an instant.No one could stop crying at such a time, not to mention that his little Yuanxing was still a cute little fool.

A little fool who sees his mother has the right to cry.

If the little fool wants to be hugged, then hug him until he is satisfied.

However, because the two are sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot respectively, and there is a center console in between, under such circumstances, a tight hug is actually not comfortable.Especially Wang Yuyang, who had nowhere to put his long legs, and the handbrake was still on his thighs.

But it doesn't matter, who made him love this little fool so much.

Yuan Xing withdrew his hand, curled himself up in Wang Yuyang's arms, closed his eyes, and rubbed his dirty cheek against the shirt on the other's chest, soaking up the warmth.Like a newborn baby shrinking in its mother's arms, it is so fragile and has infinite possibilities and growth.

Seeing this, Wang Qianyang tightened his arms and hugged Yuan Xing even tighter.

He slightly lowered his eyes to look at the little fool in his arms, thought for a while, and asked, "Xiao Yuanxing, what did mom call you before?"

Yuan Xing said softly, "Yuan, Yuan Yuan."

"Okay." Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head, "Hug Yuan Yuan, hug Yuan Yuan, if you want to cry, cry in Mr. Happy's arms for a while, and you can't cry anymore when you get home."

"I, I didn't cry." Yuan Xing sniffed again.

"Okay, our Yuan Yuan didn't cry, Yuan Yuan is really amazing."

Yuan Xing continued to say in his arms: "No, if you don't see it, it doesn't count as crying."

Wang Yuyang was amused by his words, and couldn't help snoring several times on his hair: "Okay, if you didn't see it, you didn't cry, and we Yuanyuan won't cry."

He planned to comfort Yuan Xing for a while, and talk to him by the way.

But a car behind them was honking their horn desperately at them, Wang Yuyang had no choice but to let go of Yuan Xing, reached out to pinch his painted face, and drove home.

After arriving home, Yuan Xing has been clinging to Wang Xingyang, and has become a little girl who can't leave every step of the way. Wang Xingyang follows wherever he goes and holds hands all the time.

Probably because everyone is born from a mother, and mother is the closest person to him in this world.And he just saw his mother, but he couldn't say a word to her, nor could he touch her.At this time, he felt extremely insecure in his heart, so he followed closely by the only person he could rely on at the moment.

Wang Yuyang, who was cooking, looked down at the two small white hands around his waist, and then looked back at Yuan Xing who was standing behind him. Seeing the other party wink at him innocently, he couldn't help turning around and laughing.

Just hug him, as long as he feels comfortable in his heart.

The kitchen was tinkling, and the smell of the food was overflowing. Little Xingxing hugged his Mr. Happy from behind, put his face on his back, and rubbed him lightly like a clingy kitten.

With a "ding" sound from the rice cooker, the cooking button automatically changed to the heat preservation button. Wang Yuyang prepared two dishes and one soup, and took the little sticky girl behind him, step by step, with his left and right feet together, funny and intimate. Move to the table.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang patted the hands around his waist lightly, "let go and eat."

"Call, call me Yuan Yuan." Yuan Xing tightened his hands again.

"Okay, okay." Wang Yuyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan let go, shall we have dinner?"

Only then did Yuan Xing let go, and obediently sat on the chair by the dining table.

I made Yuanxing's favorite cola chicken wings for dinner today. The brown sauce is thick, and the unique sweetness of cola penetrates into the stewed soft chicken wings. When I put it in my mouth, the bones and flesh can be separated.

There were a lot of chicken bones piled up in front of Yuan Xing, and he kept smashing them with his small mouth, with some sauce around his mouth.

Wang Yuyang took out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth for him: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you, don't choke."

Yuan Xing chewed the delicious chicken and said something vaguely.

Seeing that he was still eating in a hurry, Wang Qianyang simply put down the paper without urging him, and looked at Yuan Xing with his bulging cheeks with his hands on his chin, his brows and eyes were very gentle.

A few days ago, Yuan Xing had been depressed because of his mother's affairs, and he was also depressed. Coupled with work matters, the two had little conversation in the past few days, and Yuan Xing seemed to be busy with one thing all the time. One day even Didn't have lunch with him.

Wait, what's the matter?

Wang Yuyang suddenly thought of the things he was confused about two days ago, especially when he got home on the rainy night, Yuan Xing's hair and clothes were wet, and he was sitting on the sofa in a daze, which made him feel very suspicious.

"Yuan Yuan." Wang Yuyang picked up the last Coke chicken wing on the plate, "What did you do on the rainy day? Tell me the truth, and I will give you this chicken wing if I am obedient."

Yuan Xing curled up his fingers that had been pricked by felt needles, and thought about it in his little head.

Anyway, I have already seen my mother, so it is not a bad idea to tell Mr. Kaixin about it.So he pursed his lips, licked the sauce off his mouth, and dragged it out.

Wang Yuyang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yuan Xing to wait for Jiaming at the gate of the tea house for several days, and finally asked something from Jiaming.

"Then... Yuan Yuan." Wang Yuyang put the chicken wing into Yuan Xing's bowl as promised, "Are you still going to find your mother at the graduation exhibition? At present, there are two art academies in Beijing, and the graduation exhibition is usually open for a week to half a month."

The implication is that Yuan Xing doesn't know which Academy of Fine Arts Jia Yi went to, nor when he will go there. It's meaningless to look for a needle in a haystack, even if he imitates the method of waiting for Jia Ming at the door of the teahouse, it won't work.

And what Wang Jianyang said was not to persuade him not to go, if Yuan Xing really wanted to go every day, then he would go with him even if he asked for leave.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xing put down his chopsticks, shook his head, and whispered, "I, I won't go."

This made Wang Yuyang a little surprised, he asked: "Are you really not going? Yuanyuan, are you sure?"

Yuan Xing nodded and repeated: "Not going."

No stuttering or lying.

He has already met his mother, and seeing his mother is living her own life at this time, going out to play when he wants to play, eating hot pot if he wants to eat hot pot, watching exhibitions when he wants to see exhibitions, so self-satisfied, why does he want to go out? to bother.

Although he can't understand the psychological shadow of a woman who was kidnapped and trafficked into a remote village and spent 20 years escaping from birth.

But Yuan Xing was very satisfied to see his mother.

At least he understands that his mother is doing well now, that his mother is her mother, and that is enough.

He didn't want to be that dissonant note, and he didn't want to destroy the song that belonged to his mother.He also seemed to understand in his heart that if you love someone, you must learn to restrain yourself, and you must give the other person a chance to breathe and a certain amount of space.

After hearing Yuan Xing's words, Wang Yuyang was stunned for a moment.

His little Yuan Xing has indeed been growing, but the speed of growth is very surprising.

In the past, Wang Yuyang was always worried about whether his mother's incident would affect Yuan Xing, but now it seems that instead of affecting him, it made Yuan Xing understand a lot of truth.

After all, in this matter, except that he helped get Jiaming's contact information at the beginning, everything after that was done by his little Yuanxing alone.

Wang Qianyang didn't know the off-site aid Ling XX who changed his note to "Lao Wang".

Yuan Xing picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the last chicken wing, put it in Wang Yuyang's bowl again, and said intermittently: "I, I have thought about it, I have been working in a hot pot restaurant. Maybe someday, mom, mom Just come to eat hot pot, then I can, I can wear piggy clothes, go, go and send candy to my mother. After all, hot pot is so delicious."

"Also, Little Pig is very, very popular. Every time, children come to take pictures with me. Maybe, Mom, Mom will also come to take pictures, so that I can, can hug Mom."

"I, I am my mother's child. I love my mother. I want to think about her."

"I also cried today, and I will never cry again in the future."

"That's it, that's all right."

When Yuan Xing spoke, the corners of Yuan Xing's lips turned up, and the emotion and innocence in the dimple overflowed, along with his soft words and sincere feelings, they all came out together, turning into drops of rain and dew, pouring on him, so that he could move towards the future step by step. forward.

And his suffering in the past was not the straw that crushed him.

Let the past pass, and if you can't pass it, you can carry it on your shoulders.Mr. Happy's Yuan Yuan, Little Xing Xing, Xiao Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing will bear these straws and these pressures, and grow into a very good person.

In other words, the little star used to be alone in the night sky, but now he is surrounded by Mr. Happy Sun, Brother Xiaoqiu Satellite, Sister Yueyue Moon, Star Zhang Xingxing, Grandma Fang Planet and Sister Xiao Chen Meteor.

Of course it's different from before.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang smiled, and reached out to touch his head, "Xiao Yuanxing, do you know that you are already a very powerful little star?"

Yuan Xing blinked, wondering if he understood the sentence.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Wang Yuyang said, "In short, Yuan Xing has grown up, and he is no longer the Yuan Xing who always cried like before."

"Then, then me." Yuan Xing blinked, "Isn't it, three, 32 years old?"

It's okay to be ten years older.

Wang Jianyang smiled: "Are you 12 years old?"

Compared with seven or eight years old, he is four years older.

Yuan Xing frowned his delicate eyebrows, very puzzled: "Why, why are you ten years younger?"

"You're cute when you're young." Wang Yuyang got up and put away the plate on the table, "Okay, cute little Yuan Xing should go to wash and sleep."

But Yuan Xing still sat at the dining table, and didn't seem to plan to wash up.

Yuan Xing thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Happy, I, I have a question."

"What's the matter? You can just ask." Wang Yuyang put down the dinner plate again.

"Mom, it's not because of my mother, it's like this now, right?" He asked cautiously.

Wang Jianyang sighed, stretched out his hand and flicked on his forehead: "I told you many times, you little fool, you are not to blame for this incident. The real culprits are those nasty human traffickers and those who know the law and break the law... ...Yuan Hongming."

He originally planned to bring Yuan Xing's grandma with him, but after thinking about it, he still only talked about Yuan Hongming alone. Grandma's sins and faults, let Yuan Xing experience it by himself in the future.

Yuan Xing, who hadn't heard this name for a long time, trembled slightly.

But soon he stabilized his mood, pursed his lips and asked: "Yes, is it this villain who beat, beat mother?"

Wang Yuyang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "You can understand it this way, this is the most intuitive reason."

Yuan Xing gritted his teeth and was speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand to touch his head: "Xiao Yuanxing don't think about this for now, I will be happy to see my mother today, go wash up quickly, and hurry up if you want to eat sugar and drinks." The tray went into the kitchen.

And Yuan Xing still didn't move, still sitting on the chair.

The kitchen faucet made a buzzing sound, and Wang Jianyang was washing the dishes amidst the sound of water, thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xing shouted very angrily in the restaurant: "I, I want to beat Yuan Hongming bad, bad guy! Here, vent your anger on mom!"

Almost frightened the plate in Wang Jianyang's hand.

The plate was placed on the marble cooking table, and there was a "click", Wang Yuyang didn't look back, and responded to Yuan Xing's words with a smile: "Xiao Yuan Xing is so amazing."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing squeezed his small fist, "I, I want to be a policeman, specializing in beating bad guys."

Wang Yuyang put the washed dishes in the cupboard, wiped his hands and walked out the door: "Being a policeman, isn't Xiao Yuan lucky to open a nursing home to help the children?"

Yuan Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Of course, it is also open. I am an adult, and I want it."

"Okay." Wang Yuyang walked to his side, looked down at Yuan Xing who was filled with righteous indignation, "Then Yuan Xing will come to help the children, and I will protect Xiao Yuan Xing and help him drive away the bad guys."

Yuan Xing immediately said: "I, I want to fight too!"

"Okay, I'll call you a taxi."

After washing up, the two returned to their respective rooms, and Wang Yuyang leaned on the bedside to read the news on his mobile phone.

The partner sent him a contract and asked him to confirm it. Wang Yuyang didn't bother to get the computer, so he checked the contract directly on his mobile phone.

Read it over and say silently: "Deadline, June 2019, 6..."

"June 6..." Wang Yuyang switched to the calendar while meditating, "Thursday."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were attracted by a line of words at the bottom of the phone screen.

"June 6st, Yuanxing's birthday."

The author has something to say: Whisper bb, in fact, this chapter of mother is not over yet, Yuanyuan’s birthday is interspersed in this chapter, just like Lao Wang’s birthday is in the chapter of Qiuqiu.

But this chapter should not be too long, and I didn’t whisper bb. In fact, this chapter of my mother is not over yet. Yuanyuan’s birthday is interspersed in this chapter, just like Lao Wang’s birthday is in the chapter of Qiuqiu.

But this chapter should not be too long, and there is no abuse, it should be cooing, it should be cooing