Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing asked with some hesitation: "Yes, what is it, Tiantian? I, I want to be with Mr. Happy."

As he spoke, he took Wang Yuyang's arm, carefully avoiding the wound, and worriedly said, "Mr. Happy, don't you want me to live at home?"

Wang Yuyang touched his head: "Of course not, what are you thinking about Xiao Yuanxing? You can live forever if you want, and you can see me, but you need to spare some time every day to play with them, you see How about it?"

Yuan Xing was still hesitating, he pursed his lips, the fluff around him was dyed golden in the sun.

"But, but they are, children, I, I am already 22 years old, 22 years old." To emphasize, I repeated it deliberately.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang couldn't help flicking his forehead and said, "You are actually a child too."

Yuan Xing rubbed his forehead and blinked, neither admitting nor refuting.

When Chunhui slanted to the west, the two returned home.

The next day, after Yuan Xing got off work, Wang Yuyang went into the study to check some information.

He learned that the Mental Disabilities Rehabilitation Treatment Center in Beijing is located in the West Fourth Ring Road. It is said to be a tertiary hospital, but the internal structure and facilities are much warmer than the hospital.Rehabilitation centers for mentally disabled children are mostly boarding-style. There is a special accommodation for children in the hospital. Parents can visit their children at any time and take them home regularly.

This means that if Yuan Xing is sent there, he will not be able to see Yuan Xing often, and Yuan Xing will also give up his job at the hot pot restaurant.

He can help Yuan Xing make decisions in choosing a rehabilitation center, but this is absolutely impossible, especially in his work.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, it was Yuan Xing who had just arrived home from get off work and was taking a shower.

When he was at work today, he met a table of very nice guests. They were about the same age as him. They should be college students nearby. They gave Yuan Xing a school badge sticker that should have been obtained at the school celebration, and it was neatly cut.

After Yuan Xing came back, he showed this to Wang Yuyang as a treasure, and then put it in his newly borrowed book without letting him touch it.

He still likes going to work very much. Apart from the occasional little luck, he likes to communicate with customers and the feeling of being needed.

So in terms of work, Wang Yuyang couldn't make the decision for him, but he still asked Yuan Xing after he took a shower.

"Little Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang said to Yuan Xing who had just entered the door.

"Huh?" Yuan Xing was wiping his wet hair with a towel, and looked towards Wang Qianyang when he heard the sound.

Wang Yuyang waved at him, beckoning him to come quickly, then took the towel and wiped his hair for him: "Do you want to learn something more?"

Yuan Xing said: "Think, think."

"Then what if the time for learning conflicts with your time for work?" Wang Qianyang asked softly.

Yuan Xing seemed to be a bit distressed and thought for a while: "It's still, let's go to work."

Wang Jianyang asked: "There must be a choice, between studying and going to work."

Yuan Xing asked cautiously: "Can I not choose?"

"No." Wang Yuyang answered neatly, "You have to make a choice. You also said before that you wanted to learn more, right. If necessary, you have to give up working in a hot pot restaurant."

Hearing this, Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, and rejected his Mr. Happy for the first time angrily.

"Yes, Mr. Happy, I don't want to choose anymore, I'm not happy." Yuan Xing said.

Then he stood up from the computer chair sullenly, muttering ferociously while walking, and got angry, then threw off the slippers and got into the bed, leaving Wang Yuyang with an angry and tightly wrapped fur Worm back.

Still holding a towel in his hand, Wang Yuyang actually realized what it means for a rebellious child to break his old father's heart.

However, Yuan Xing was still a little cute when he was angry with him, and Wang Jianyang was even a little happy that the relationship between Yuan Xing and himself was quietly changing.

Smiling and shaking his head, Wang Yuyang planned to let Yuan Xing get angry and play for a while, then turned off the computer after checking some information, and went back to communicate with Yuan Xing to explain.

There had never been a rift between the two of them before, and it wasn't that Yuan Xing responded to everything obediently and obediently. After seeing this time, talking about work really touched Yuan Xing's bottom line.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, Wang Yuyang found that Yuan Xing, who had his back to him just now, secretly turned over at some point, grabbed the edge of the quilt with his hands, poked out half of his head and opened his eyes wide to peek at him.

Seeing that Wang Yuyang had forgotten the past, he quickly shrank his head back like a frightened hamster, and then twisted his body quickly trying to turn over...

It didn't turn over, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Yuyang hugged the caterpillar quickly with his eyes and hands, and Yuan Xing was saved from a disaster.

Wang Yuyang simply hugged him and sat on the bedside with the quilt rolled up and asked, "Aren't you angry? What are you doing peeking at me?"

Yuan Xing arched a few times under the blanket, and said stiffly: "I, I didn't, I just, just spoke a little louder, a little bit."

Almost made Wang Jianyang laugh angrily, but a little bit.

"Okay, you didn't." Wang Yuyang held his arched feet through the bed, and said in a persuasive manner, "Then why did you talk to me so loudly? If you don't say it, I won't let you go again, every day Lock you up at home and read until you look like a little fool."

Under the false threat, Yuan Xing really lived a lot, picked the sheet under the bed roll, and whispered: "Because, because I want to go to work, I want to see sister Yueyue, I want to pour drinks and crispy, crispy Crispy corners."

"It's a wonderful crisp horn." Wang Jianyang reminded with a smile.

"Miao, wonderful crisp corners." Yuan Xing repeated.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, Wang Jianyang relaxed his arms a little, and asked again: "If you want to go, why don't you tell me well?"

"Yes, Mr. Kaixin said that he must choose." Yuan Xing looked down at the patterns on the quilt and whispered, "But I, I can't choose."

"I am, I want everything."

Wang Jianyang suddenly thought of the popular saying on the Internet, "Children have to make choices, and adults have to."

"You still want it all." Wang Jianyang hugged Yuan Xing up a little under the blanket, and rested his chin on his wet hair, "Don't you feel tired? I'm afraid you will be tired."

If Yuan Xing is sent there, even if Wang Yuyang and the dean agree, Yuan Xing can only stay there for half a day, but he rushes to the fourth ring road on the west side of the capital early in the morning, and then rushes back to the east district at noon to work until late at night, even if he is young and healthy. Well, not enough for him to last a few days.

Yuan Xing was afraid that Wang Yuyang would not send him to study, so he hurriedly said: "I, I can do it, I can do it!"

"What are you doing?" Wang Yuyang smiled again, and tapped his forehead lightly with his chin, "I didn't say anything."

Yuan Xing twisted his fingers together, and said in a low voice, "Yes, it's fine, I'm not afraid of getting tired."

Then he vividly told Wang Yuyang about his first job when he came to the capital, what time he got up in the morning and when he left work in the evening, where he did everything and where he went to rest on weekends and so on.

"Now, I'm not tired at all in Sister Yueyue's shop."

The flaunting in the tone seemed to be eager to prove that he could do it, but after hearing this, Wang Yuyang only felt a deep distress.

Since Yuan Xing wants it all, then just give it to him.

But at this time, he can go to discuss with Zhang Yue to see if he can adjust Yuan Xing's working hours so that he doesn't get off work so late at night, and his salary can be reduced appropriately. Don't think about it.

"Okay, I'll let you be an adult this time. I don't have to make a choice. I want to take you tomorrow." Wang Yuyang said as he let go of him, and then rolled up his bed, "Come here and blow your hair, you can't Sleeping with wet hair."

The hair dryer roared, Motoko's hair was flying up and down in the air.

"Hair is a little long, it's time to cut it." Wang Yuyang grabbed a strand of his hair and said, "Come with me for a haircut sometime."

"Hmm." Yuan Xing responded with squinting his eyes in the warm wind.

When his hair was about to dry, Yuan Xing suddenly asked: "Go, Mr. Happy, we are going tomorrow, where are we going?"

"Don't you all want to learn?" Wang Jianyang said.

"Oh." Yuanxing nodded, "Yes, is it a calligraphy class?"

Wang Yuyang reached out and touched Yuan Xing's hair that fell down to his neck, and then turned off the hair dryer after making sure it was dry: "Don't you want to learn?"

Yuan Xing also touched his hair: "I, I don't know what to learn, I, I want to learn."

"I'll find out tomorrow." Wang Yuyang put the hair dryer back in the cabinet.

Early the next morning, Yuan Xing was pulled out of the bed by Wang Yuyang, wrapped in a blanket, loaded into a car, and transported to the rehabilitation center on the West Fourth Ring Road.

The full name of the rehabilitation center is "Beijing Rehabilitation and Research Hospital for Mentally Disabled Patients".

Seeing the word "hospital", Yuan Xing immediately regained his spirits and sat down on a small chair in the department. While the person in the white coat walked away, he hurriedly tugged on Wang Yuyang's sleeve: "I, I don't give injections."

Wang Yuyang smiled and before answering, a kind voice sounded first.

"I won't give you an injection."

The dean is an old woman over half a century old, wearing a white coat, without a mask, with a solemn treasure, and when she smiles, she is amiable with wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and brows.

Yuan Xing's eyes lit up suddenly, and then his mouth was pursed up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak after all.

Yuan Xing's eyes followed the dean's mother-in-law, watching her walk from the door to the seat, and then reached out to touch his head.

"Tell me about the child's situation first." The dean said with a smile.

Wang Yuyang opened his mouth to explain Yuan Xing's situation to the dean, while Yuan Xing sat aside, staring at the dean's mother-in-law, from the gray hair to the silver bracelet on her wrist, carefully, for fear of missing a glance.

Blinking, Yuan Xing's eye sockets were a little red.

He felt that the dean's mother-in-law looked a lot like grandma, and she spoke in the same tone.

However, neither Wang Yuyang nor the dean noticed Yuan Xing's strangeness. After talking with the dean, Wang Yuyang gave Yuan Xing a few words, left him a box of candies, and hurried to work.

Only the dean and Yuanxing were left in the room, and the air was quiet, only the sound of footsteps in the corridor and the laughter of children coming from nowhere.

Yuan Xing, who had been staring at the dean intently just now, suddenly lowered his head, not knowing whether he was embarrassed or not.

The dean's mother-in-law asked Yuan Xing with a slight smile: "What's your name?"

"Yuan, Yuan Xing." Yuan Xing stared at the gap between the floor tiles at his feet.

"Which word? Don't bully the old woman, I don't read much." The dean said, took out a book from the drawer and handed it over, "I heard from your family that you have read "The Little Prince" before, right?"

Hearing that he likes books, Yuanxing immediately raised his head and answered the last question: "Yes, it's the 'Xing' of 'happiness', me, I like "The Little Prince" very much."

"Really?" The dean smiled, and pushed the book towards Yuan Xing, "Then this book is for the happy Yuan Xing, okay?"

Yuan Xing blinked, looked at the book, wondering whether he should accept it or not.There is already a book at home, but the cover of this book is different from the one at home. There are only little princes and roses at home, and there is a little fox on this book.

Seeing his hesitation, the dean took the initiative to say: "How about this? You give me a few candies for grandma, and I give you the book. We all have gifts."

In this case, it doesn't sound like Yuanxing took advantage of it alone, and it will also reduce the burden on his heart.

So Yuanxing nodded, said "OK", and then began to unpack the candy box.

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice came from the door behind him, saying, "Grandma Fang, I'm here."

But it wasn't Wang Jianyang's voice, Yuan Xing turned around.

The first thing he saw were the wheels of the wheelchair, with a white hand on the armrest, and then, Ling Qiuchi wearing a mask and the mole of tears under his eyes.

The author has something to say: Gu Gu, who can guarantee that Qiuqiu will not be a monster, patted his chest muscles

Another person who is very important to Yuan Yuan appeared~