Ding, your little fool is online

This spring rain lasted from yesterday to today. Not only did it not weaken, but the rain intensified a lot. The budding notes and budding flowers were all swaying in the wind and rain.

This morning it was Wang Yuyang who sent Yuan Xing to the rehabilitation center, but during breakfast, he told Yuan Xing that he might not be able to pick him up on time at noon today, and if he went late, he would ask Yuan Xing to wait in the building for a while.

"Remember, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Qianyang flicked his forehead.

Yuan Xing bit the bread, nodded with a staring face, not sure if he listened or not.

Before leaving, he deliberately ran back to the study to put the clay puppet by the bed into his schoolbag.After all, this is not my own thing, and I still have to give it back to others. Yuan Xing forgot to bring it when I went out yesterday, so I must find a chance to return it today.

When he arrived at the rehabilitation center, Yuan Xing went to Fang Qiuyue's office first as a routine, and showed her yesterday's folder with the card.

The card was still exactly the same as yesterday, and there were still no words filled in the blanks. Fang Qiuyue asked, "Why didn't Yuan Xing write it down?"

Yuan Xing looked at the blank space on the card and said, "I, I didn't ask."

Actually he asked.

"That's it." Fang Qiuyue put down the reading glasses and returned the folder to him, "Then Yuan Xing should hurry up, today is March 23, and there is only one week left before Mr. Happy's birthday."

"Okay, okay grandma." Yuan Xing silently recorded this time in his heart.

At the same time, Yuan Xing himself discerned in his heart the difference between Mr. Happy's "like" and his own "like".I obviously already like Mr. Happy, why is Mr. Happy still waiting for me to fall in love with him quickly?

Is it a question of more and less?Yuan Xing blinked his eyes several times in thought.

It seems that in the usual relationship, Mr. Happy cares a little more about himself. The delicious candy and the chicken legs on the table are all bought by Mr. Happy. It seems that besides bringing a mouth and a stomach to eat, other things It seems that there is nothing to do, even the daily good morning and good night is first said by Mr. Happy, and then he will respond.

Yuan Xing blinked his eyes a few more times, and turned around in his head a few times.

In addition to the birthday surprise in the folder, there is also the card with the name and age that Motoko filled out at the beginning with "what kind of person do you want to be most".

Fang Qiuyue took out the second card, glanced at it and was taken aback for a moment.

Obviously because I saw the newly added sentence, the sentence "Yuan Xing who wants to open a hospital and help children become happier."

The wind and rain outside the window slammed the branches of the big tree next to the window on the glass, making a "click" sound. Fang Qiuyue opened her eyes slightly as she looked at the crooked characters on the card. Hua Jing shifted his gaze to Yuan Xing who was thinking with his head down.

Except for patients who are too young or whose condition is too serious, the rest of the patients have to be sent to her to fill in this card, which is a short-term plan and goal for their recovery here.

Under her guidance, most of the children will write down a specific small goal and small wish that can be achieved within two days, and occasionally some will write a little longer, but none of them is like Yuan Xing, who is almost life-changing. The goal is written up.

"Yuan Xing." Fang Qiuyue called him, interrupting Yuan Xing's thoughts.

Yuan Xing raised his eyes and looked at Fang Qiuyue: "Why, what's the matter, grandma?"

Fang Qiuyue pointed to the last sentence on the card and asked, "Is this Yuan Xing's wish?"

Yuan Xing looked down, and embarrassedly scratched his cheek with his index finger: "Yes, but only, just have this idea, grandma, don't laugh at me."

After all, he wanted to learn from Fang Qiuyue.

In the soft sound of rain, Fang Qiuyue stretched out her wrinkled hand, and gently touched Yuan Xing's head: "Why would grandma laugh at you?"

Although the rehabilitation center is a tertiary hospital, because all the expenses are spent on hiring professional nursing staff and purchasing equipment and medicines, all employees, including her dean, only get a salary of a comparable amount, and there is no huge profit, and The rehabilitation center cooperates with many foundations, so it can be regarded as a half charity organization.

Today's adults rarely take the initiative to do charity and engage in public welfare undertakings. How could she laugh at such a good boy?

Yuan Xing was still a little embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know when it will be realized, but I really want to make the children happy like you, grandma."

Before Fang Qiuyue took her hand away from the top of Yuan Xing's head, she gently patted Yuan Xing's head between her hair: "Good boy, it will come true. From now on...when you grow up, what do you want to ask?" Yes, just ask grandma."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing hooked his lips happily, and the smile in his dimple was not stingy.

A nurse knocked on the door and came to find Fang Qiuyue: "Dean, it's time for you to see the children."

Fang Qiuyue responded: "Okay, just wait a moment."

Yuan Xing's thoughts were pulled back by this sentence. He stood up with Fang Qiuyue, clutched his schoolbag tightly, and asked, "Yes, it was that day, children?"

Fang Qiuyue nodded, guessing his thoughts: "Yes, but Yuan Xing, you are going to do your own rehabilitation training."

Yuan Xing lowered his head and found the clay puppet from his bag, and handed it to Fang Qiuyue: "Then please grandma, please return this thing to that younger brother. I accidentally gave it to him that day, and brought it out."

Fang Qiuyue recognized this clay puppet, she glanced down, and then said: "Yuan Xing, you go with me, and you return this clay puppet to my brother with your own hands."

It was the spacious room last time, the difference was that this time when I entered, there were ghosts crying and wolf howling, and several nurses were very busy.

Fang Qiuyue frowned: "Take the children to different rooms, one-on-one."

The noisy children were taken away one after another, and when it was the little boy's turn, Fang Qiuyue nodded to him: "Pengpeng can stay in this room."

Yuan Xing looked at the little boy who was drooling all the time, and blinked, it turned out that his name was Pengpeng.

Compared with that day, Pengpeng was much quieter today, but Yuan Xing couldn't understand a word of what was being said in his mouth all the time.

"Go, Yuan Xing." Fang Qiuyue motioned him.

Yuan Xing held the clay puppet nervously, squatted down, looked at him with clear eyes, and cautiously greeted Pengpeng: "You, hello, Pengpeng."

Pengpeng ignored him and didn't look at him.

Fang Qiuyue said in time: "Yuan Xing, you give him his toys."

Yuan Xing hurriedly took out the clay doll from his bag, and at the same time found a few paper towels that Wang Jianyang had stuffed for him, took Pengpeng's hand without getting too dirty, and said, "Peng, Pengpeng, turn your head a little, and I'll give you some paper towels." , wipe it off for you."

Pengpeng still ignored him, and even wanted to break free, pulling his hand out of Yuanxing's, but Yuanxing was also quite patient, and still helped him wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth and collar under Fang Qiuyue's gaze.

After wiping it clean, Yuan Xing took out the clay doll and shook it in front of him, trying to make him happy: "Peng, Pengpeng, look at this, is it yours?"

Only then did Pengpeng give Yuan Xing a look.

The moment he saw the clay puppet in Yuanxing's hand, he quickly reached out to grab it, but he couldn't control his strength well, leaving a mark on Yuanxing's hand, but fortunately, there was no bleeding.

But Yuan Xing still suffered from pain, and gave a soft "hiss—" sound.

But Yuan Xing hadn't had time to feel the pain when he heard Pengpeng say something, with a brisk tone, repeating a few words, his own name.

"Pengpeng, Pengpeng."

Yuan Xing looked at him who seemed to be a little happier, and unconsciously smiled a little, shook his little hand, and said, "I, I know your name is Pengpeng."

After speaking, Yuan Xing pointed at himself and said, "Come, call me, call brother."

As a result, Pengpeng turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't hear Yuanxing's words, looked down at his little clay puppet, and kept repeating "Pengpeng".

Fang Qiuyue couldn't help but patted Yuan Xing's shoulder: "Pengpeng can only say his own name."

Yuan Xing was stunned by the sound of the rain.

Pengpeng was picked up by the nurse, and Fang Qiuyue sent Yuan Xing to the treatment room where he should go.

After the children were all sent away, the corridor was quiet at this moment, only the sound of dull footsteps could be heard, one long and one short.

The footsteps stopped in front of a door, Fang Qiuyue pointed to the room number and showed it to Yuan Xing: "4-09, Yuan Xing remembers to come to this room to find his brothers and sisters in the future."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing nodded sullenly, and stopped Fang Qiuyue before he left, "Then, that, Grandma, will Pengpeng recover in the future?"

Pengpeng was congenitally severely mentally disabled, and he was abandoned by his parents due to illness. He was sent here by the orphanage.

Since he was born with the disease, the probability of full recovery is almost zero.

But not entirely.

Fang Qiuyue turned around, looked at Yuan Xing and said, "If it was Yuan Xing, Peng Peng would be very happy."

Pushing open the door of 4-09, there is a white curtain inside that blocks the line of sight, and the shadows of the people inside the room are projected on the white cloth through the skylight, which is vague and indistinct.

Fang Qiuyue glanced at the watch on her wrist, the pointer pointed to 10:25, she said to Yuan Xing, "There are still 5 minutes."

As a result, as soon as the words were finished, the white curtain was lifted, and Qiuchi pushed the wheelchair through under the curtain.

"Brother, younger brother." Yuan Xing looked at Ling Qiuchi and blinked, "Why are you here?"

Ling Qiuchi's complexion was a little pale at this time, and he was in a bad mood, so he snapped back: "Who the hell is your brother?"

"Xiao Qiu, what did I tell you just now?" The doctor who hadn't come out of the room sternly said.

Ling Qiuchi gritted his teeth and glanced behind him, turned his head unwillingly and apologized to Yuan Xing, "I'm sorry, Xiaobaicai."

"I, my name is not Xiaobaicai." Yuan Xing was afraid that Qiu Chi would not know his name, so he hurriedly said, "My name is Yuan Xing."

Ling Qiuchi squinted his pretty eyes and looked at him, curled his lips: "I'm sorry, Yuan Xing." Then he pushed the wheelchair straight out of the door of 4-09, leaving Yuan Xing alone in a daze.

After a morning of psychological counseling, under the guidance of a psychiatrist, Yuan Xing not only failed to enlighten his mind, but became even more depressed.But this can't be blamed on the psychiatrist, it can only be said that Yuanxing has too many things in his mind now, Mr. Kaixin likes, Pengpeng's clay puppets, and Qiuchi's unhappy expression and stumps, all of which are overwhelmed. In Yuan Xing's heart that couldn't hold much in the first place.

However, this heart was filled with Mr. Happy the moment he saw Wang Jianyang.

Although Wang Yuyang was vaccinated by Yuan Xing in the morning, he still picked him up on time at noon.

Seeing Yuan Xing for the first time, Wang Yuyang deliberately teased him and asked, "Has Xiao Yuan Xing made up his mind?"

Yuan Xing had just fastened his seat belt, and asked doubtfully, "What?"

Wang Yuyang said while reversing the car, with a cheerful tone: "When did you like me?"

Yuan Xing couldn't help but hit Wang Yuyang's knee with the file folder, and said in a slightly anxious tone, "I, I have always liked Mr. Happy."

"It's not like this." After adjusting the position of the car, Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and scratched Yuan Xing's nose, "Okay, I won't ask you this, what do you want for lunch?"

Yuan Xing was indeed distracted: "Yes, I want to eat chicken legs."

"Eat chicken legs every day, Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Qianyang said with a smile.

"No, there is no Tiantian's. I returned it yesterday and ate cabbage." Yuan Xing tried to defend himself.

But as soon as he mentioned the word "Xiaobaicai", he couldn't help thinking of Ling Qiuchi who called him Xiaobaicai just now.

Xiaoqiu is the younger brother of Mr. Kaixin. Is it because Mr. Kaixin knew that his younger brother was here, so he also brought me here?Or is it a coincidence?Yuan Xing looked at Wang Yuyang's serious driving profile and thought.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Xing decided to take the initiative to ask, "Yes, Mr. Happy."

"Huh? What's the matter, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Yuyang, who was driving, asked without looking sideways.

"Brother, brother is also in the hospital. Yes, Mr. Kaixin knew about it, so he sent me here?"

At the red light at the crossroads, Wang Yuyang slammed on the brakes, and Yuan Xing almost hit his head due to inertia.

After stopping the car, Wang Yuyang frowned and asked, "Is Ling Qiuchi also here?"

Yuan Xing nodded blankly: "Yes, yes, Qiuqiu, he is also there. I met my brother on the first day."

At the end, he asked again: "Mr. Happy, don't you know?"