Ding, your little fool is online

Chapter 47

The cold wind from the crack of the door blew on Wang Yuyang's back, so cold that he couldn't help shivering, but he still turned his body slightly to completely block the chill for Yuan Xing.

The house was quiet again, and the lights seemed to flicker and flicker due to insufficient current.

The two sat opposite each other, and after Wang Jianyang asked those two questions, they remained relatively silent.

Wang Yuyang grabbed Yuan Xing's two soft little hands with one hand, and put the other hand on his knee, slowly clenched into a fist, scraped the fabric on his pants with his nails, nervously waiting for Yuan Xing's answer.

Yuan Xing didn't say anything, his hands were wrapped in warmth, so warm that he couldn't help curling his index finger and scratching Wang Yuyang's palm.

This made the other party couldn't help tightening his hand again, and held his two little hands even tighter.

Wang Jianyang's heart was about to pop out of his throat.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and blinked his eyes. Although he didn't speak, his drooping eyes, which were staring intently at Wang Yuyang, seemed to be able to speak, with dots of orange lights, like little stars Drilled in.

From his eyes, Wang Jianyang read the hope and desire.

The child in front of him hopes to have a warm safe haven, not to be bullied or disliked by others, longing to have a life like a normal person, longing to be loved and cared for.

However, Yuan, who has such hopes and longings, rejects what he said.

"No..." Yuan Xing slowly withdrew his hand.

His mouth kept murmuring, as if he was looking for something to say, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

In the end, he put his hand on the sofa under him, patted it lightly, and said, "No, it's not good, I live in Mr. Happy's house."

"Not really, no way." Then he repeated it, not knowing whether it was for himself or for Wang Yuyang, and he shook his head after speaking.

Since meeting Mr. Kaixin, apart from happiness, happiness and superpowers, he has also given me a lot of care and convenience, big and small, especially when I am saddest.

While he was grateful, he was also very thankful that he was lucky to meet such a wonderful Mr. Happy.

His childhood experience had too much influence on him, apart from Yuan Hongming, his life before adulthood can be regarded as safe and happy.

But fate is always a crippled moon. No matter whether you are born with a golden spoon in your mouth or you are born poor, you cannot escape natural disasters and man-made disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death.

After his mother left, he was mentally weakened due to high fever. He came to Beijing to work for four years and never returned home. His grandma, who was always on his mind, also left quietly. Yuan Xing couldn't even remember his grandma's appearance in the last glance.

The succession of suffering brought back his previous happiness, as if punishing the family after his mother was freed, punishing him, punishing his birth and existence.

And since he was a child, his mother told him that he hoped that he would not always think about having too much, and that a lifetime of peace and joy is enough.

After his body accident, the cold eyes he received every day made him dare not expect so much, and he didn't have the courage to fly to the fire. He always cautiously wandered around the warm surroundings, touched and felt it, and looked at it from a distance. just leave.

So the happier he is at this time, the more frightened Yuan Xing is.

Fearing that after being too happy, God will suddenly take happiness away from him again, so that he will never see or think of Mr. Happy again.

But he couldn't explain all kinds of emotions to Mr. Happy one by one.

I could only shake my head, saying words of refusal, feeling secretly sad.

"No, it's not very good." Yuan Xing refused while patting the sofa under him, "My home, the house is also fine."

"Also." He repeated softly.

After getting this answer, Wang Yuyang let out a long sigh and lowered his head slowly.

Yuan Xing seemed to understand Wang Yuyang's loss, so he quickly pulled out his hand and held his hand instead: "Go, Mr. Happy, don't be unhappy, I, I'll give you a smile."

Then he grinned anxiously and clumsily at Wang Yuyang.

Although Wang Yuyang felt helpless in his heart, he still patted his head: "Okay."

Yuan Xing lowered his head, enjoying the treatment of patting his head contentedly.

Wang Jianyang looked at him, and things piled up in his heart. He wanted Yuan Xing to live with him because he wanted to protect him all the time, so that things like today would never happen again.

The two work places are not far away. If Yuan Xing lives with him, then he will be in the master bedroom and put Yuan Xing in the study, so that he will be taken care of at any time, and Yuan Xing will not cry secretly again.

This is the best way he can think of at the moment.

But Yuan Xing refused, he could only think of other ways.

The most one-and-done thing is to change Yuan Xing's phone number directly so that Yuan Hongming can never find him again.

However, Yuan Xing's disability certificate and a series of relevant certificates all filled in this mobile phone number, and it would be very troublesome to change it rashly, and Yuan Xing might not agree to this measure.

It seems that in the future, I can only add more gas to the car and run a few more times.

For his little star to be happy every day and live a happy life, it is not troublesome to work hard.

Thinking this way, he smiled and patted Yuan Xing's head.

Meeting him was worth it in itself.

Seeing that he finally smiled, Yuan Xing couldn't help but smile too.

Although there is a smile on his mouth, this matter of his mind is over after all, Yuan Hongming will definitely have a thousand ways to ask Yuan Xing for money in the future, and he has to beat Yuan Xing.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yuyang said, "Xiao Yuanxing."

Yuan Xing raised his head and asked, "Huh? What's the matter, open, Mr. Happy?"

It's not good for Wang Yuyang to speak directly to Yuan Xing and tell Yuan Xing not to answer Yuan Hongming's call, lest he think too much, he just said: "From now on, if you see a call you don't want to answer, don't answer it, and you don't have to answer the call that makes you unhappy. Answer, text messages too, did you hear that?"

I was also afraid that he would sneak off to the bank, so I took out the threat: "Then don't go to the bank tomorrow, do you hear me? Otherwise, at the end of the month, I will have no wishes."

Yuan Xing had thought about this wish for a long time, and immediately nodded obediently: "Well, well, I, I, I won't answer, I won't watch, and I won't go either."

"That's good." Wang Jianyang said warmly.

"En, um!" Motoko nodded vigorously again, adding an exclamation point as if expressing his determination.

After all, he also wanted to radiate light again, even though he didn't have this formed consciousness in his heart, his words and deeds had already quietly changed to that side.

The matter was temporarily resolved, and the atmosphere gradually melted and became warmer.

The "Little Prince" that I bought that day was still on the table, saying it was what Wang Yuyang wanted, but it was actually to help Yuan Xing vent his anger, so it is still at Yuan Xing's house, and the plastic cover has not been opened.

Seeing that Wang Yuyang was in a better mood, Yuan Xing stretched out his hand and took the book over, and asked Wang Yuyang cautiously, "Yes, Mr. Happy, me, can I read this book?"

He has been greedy since the day he was on the bookstall, but since it was Mr. Happy's book, he was embarrassed to secretly open it by himself.

"Yes." Wang Yuyang tore off the plastic seal and handed the book to Yuan Xing.

"Thank you, Mr. Happy."

Opening the book, Wang Yuyang asked, "Can you understand, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing knew the title of the book, but after opening the book, he didn't know many words.

He stretched out his index finger, pointed to the words on the first page, and read intermittently: "When I was six, when I was six years old, I saw a picture in a book, and the other was very green?... What a beautiful picture, that book and……"

After reading this sentence, Yuan Xing gave up, put down the book and looked at Wang Yuyang as if asking for help: "Mr. Happy, I, I can't understand."

Wang Yuyang smiled, took the book, and read it slowly: "When I was six years old, I saw a very beautiful picture in the book. That book was related to the primeval forest..."

Yuan Xing couldn't help interrupting, and asked suspiciously: "Yes, Mr. Happy, the primeval forest is, what is it?"

Seeing his appearance as a child seeking knowledge, Wang Yuyang explained in terms that Yuan Xing could understand: "The primeval forest refers to the combination of large trees and wetlands that have not been destroyed and have survived on the earth for many years. , in addition to plants, there are many small animals in it."

"This, that's it." Yuan Xing nodded, and continued to listen to Wang Jianyang's story.

Wang Yuyang continued to read the book: "That book is related to the primeval forest. The name is "True Story". In it, there is a big boa constrictor about to devour wild animals. Here is a copy of that painting..."

Then he showed the painting to Motoko.

It is a very cute illustration. A golden boa constrictor is not as scary as imagined. Instead, it looks like a caterpillar. It wraps around a big bad wolf, like a hug, and looks big. The gray wolf's mouth also seemed to be kissing.

Yuan Xing reached out and touched the golden python: "It's so cute."

The wind and snow outside were as usual, and the north wind whizzed past the window with crushed snow, but the small window on the fifth floor exuded a warm light, and a small lamp was enough to resist all the cold.

When talking about the little prince and his roses, Motoko couldn't help but yawned.

Wang Qianyang closed the book, glanced at his watch: "Go to sleep."

After washing, Wang Yuyang drove Yuan Xing to his bed and helped him tuck the quilt.

Yuan Xing was already too sleepy, but he still asked: "Mr. Happy, my flower, my surprise flower, will it be Mei, a rose?"

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing's hazy eyes that were about to close, so he touched his forehead and said, "Little Yuan Xing, the so-called surprise is to bring joy without knowing it. And whether it's a rose or not, I Everyone will love it."

Yuan Xing had already closed his eyes, holding the little white dog in his arms, and said softly, "But, but, the little prince's roses are very beautiful, very beautiful. For example, if the surprise flower is a rose, How nice."

Wang Yuyang thought about it. Tomorrow is the last day of Yuanxing's holiday, and he will go back to work in the backstage. However, Wang Yuyang's company has not started work yet, so there is still a week to take Yuanxing with him every day.

"Then I'll bring it to you tomorrow..." Wang Yuyang was halfway through speaking, and found that Yuan Xing had fallen asleep, breathing steadily, so he swallowed the words again.

There is a flower shop near here, if you want roses, just buy a bouquet.

Wang Yuyang stayed for a while, looked at Yuan Xing's sleeping face, stretched out his hand and brushed the hair on his forehead, exposing his smooth forehead, traced his facial features with his fingers, passing the eyebrows, eyes and nose, to the corners of his lips and chin slightly After a pause, he withdrew his hand.

Standing in front of the window, Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand to wipe away the white mist on the window, and found that the wind and snow were more fierce than when it came.

The white mist wiped away by his fingers turned into dripping drops of water between his fingers, Wang Yuyang wiped his hands, and carefully moved Yuan Xing's sofa to his bedside, let's just make do with it for the night.

As soon as he moved the sofa over, Yuan Xing, who was already lying down, opened his eyes again, and called him with half-closed eyes: "Mr. Happy."

Wang Jianyang relaxed his movements, took out the quilt from the box under the bed with ease, and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing gently sat up from the bed, leaning on the bed with his elbows, and asked: "If, if I still want to go to your house to play sometime in the future, is that okay?"

In fact, he really wanted to have this warmth all the time, but in the end he didn't dare to hold all the warmth in his hands, so he could only propose to play with it.

"Okay, you lie down first." Wang Yuyang sat on the edge of the bed and helped him tuck the quilt.

"Yeah." Yuan Xing closed his eyes again, and said softly, "Okay, can I see my brother? Come on, the fried chicken last time was very, very delicious."

"Then do you still want to eat?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"I thought about it, I thought about it..." He said slowly, closed his eyes again and fell asleep, and smacked his mouth a few times, as if he was really eating chicken popcorn.

Wang Jianyang smiled slowly, it seems that tomorrow he will not only buy roses but also chicken popcorn.

As for letting Yuanxing live in his own house... let's talk about it later.

Just like what he said yesterday at his grandparents' house, no matter how impatient he is, it still depends on the puppy's own wishes. Like feelings, it cannot be forced.

"Go to sleep, Xiao Yuanxing, good night."

Before turning off the light, Wang Yuyang saw Yuan Xing's cell phone, and couldn't help reaching out to press it. He was relieved when he found that he had turned off the phone, and then turned off the light before lying on the sofa.

He had experience lying down last time, so this time he found the most comfortable sleeping position.

A good night's dream.

When he woke up the next day, the sun had already flooded the room, and the too bright light made Wang Yuyang a little uncomfortable for a while, so he didn't open his eyes.

Another night at Motoko's house, but this time the feeling is not quite the same as last time.

Last time, he slept very aggrievedly. After sleeping on the sofa all night, he woke up with back pain like Princess Wanrou.

But this time, he could feel that his legs were laid flat, without the uncomfortable feeling of being bent all night, his body was covered tightly with the quilt, not a single bit of wind leaked in, and there was no pain in the back of his head. Man's sofa armrest.

In addition, there seemed to be something warm and soft in his arms.

"Wake up, wake up, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing's soft voice rang in his ears.

Hearing Yuan Xing's voice, Wang Yuyang's heart trembled, and he immediately opened his eyes.

Could it be...!

What came into view was Yuan Xing's small face lying on the bedside. His hands were folded together on the bed, while his chin was resting on his hands, his head was slightly tilted, his clothes were neatly dressed, and he seemed to be sitting on the side of the bed on the small bench.

His pupils were dark but energetic, and he was staring at Wang Yuyang intently. Seeing him open his eyes, he smiled sweetly: "Mr. Happy, good morning, good morning."

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, then what was in his arms was...

Bowing his head, Wang Yuyang happened to see the little white dog doll in his arms. The black glass bead eyes were also round, and he was also staring at him intently and smiling at him with his tongue out.

Little white dog: ":)"

Wang Yuyang: "..."

The author has something to say: Wake up Pharaoh, stop dreaming

Too much abuse seems to be a bit less good at sprinkling sugar, and I am going to be depressed when I write it.

*Part of the dialogue in the book is excerpted from "The Little Prince"