Ding, your little fool is online

The rain on the return journey did not weaken at all, and it was even more difficult to move forward against the wind. Yuan Xing, who was half drenched by the rain when he came, was completely drenched when he returned, and his body was dripping.

Although it's not the end of get off work today, but seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhang Yue generously gave him a vacation: "Go home, Yuan Xing, it's all like this."

How could Yuan Xing respond, and quickly shook his head: "No, sister Yueyue, who hasn't arrived yet, can't leave."

Zhang Yue naturally has a way to cure Yuanxing, and said sharply: "If you don't go home, you will get sick. If you get sick, you will go to the hospital. If you go to the hospital, you will spend money. If you spend money, who knows whether it is one hundred, two hundred or three. And if you are sick, you can’t come to work, and if you don’t come to work, your wages will be deducted, and 100 yuan will be deducted for a day if you don’t come.”

Hearing this, Yuan Xing really stood up from the chair, and the towel on top of his head fell off. He picked up the towel and said, "Then, then I'll go home first Sister Yueyue, I'll come early tomorrow!"

When Yuan Xing got home, he took out the crumpled 50 yuan from his pocket, flattened it, wiped off the water on it with toilet paper, blew a few breaths on the 50 yuan, carefully spread it on the table, and then exposed his teeth against his wet hair. smiled happily.

At 01:30 the next night, when the store was about to close, Zhang Yue stopped Yuan Xing who was wearing a scarf: "Yuan Xing."

"What's the matter, Miss Yueyue?" Yuan Xing turned around and asked.

"I forgot to give you this." Zhang Yue handed him three red notes, "Yesterday you went to deliver food."

Yuan Xing didn't reach out to take it: "Sister Yueyue, you already gave me 50 yuan."

Zhang Yue directly stuffed 300 yuan into Yuan Xing's hands: "The customer who ordered takeaway yesterday gave it to you through the tipping system."

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning of this "reward", and looked at Zhang Yue at a loss with 300 yuan.

Zhang Yue patted him on the head: "You take it, the guest gave it to you."

Yuan Xing still didn't understand, but Zhang Yue had already driven him and his 300 yuan to the bus station, and asked him to change places to be confused.

Yuan Xing grabbed the 300 yuan in his pocket, looked at the direction of the bus, thought about it in his little head, and felt that Zhang Yue only promised himself 50 yuan, and he should return the 300 yuan to the reward system. to guests.

So he logged into the background of the food delivery app, found the customer's information, and unconsciously followed up: "Name, Wang, Wang...Wang Yan...? Can't read any words...Mobile phone number 159..."

Yuan Xing was staring at the numbers on the screen and was engrossed. At this time, the round-the-city bus arrived. Yuan Xing hurriedly put his mobile phone in his pocket, took out the bus card, swiped the card to get on the bus, and found a seat by the window to sit down. Start this half hour drive.

What Yuan Xing didn't know was that the customer's mobile phone number column in the background of the Guma delivery app had the function of one-click dialing. At the same time, what Yuan Xing didn't notice was that he accidentally clicked on the mobile phone number just before getting in the car .

And the phone has been dialed, and Wang Yuyang has been woken up.

He frowned and looked at the strange number on the screen, feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

You know, a person who does not want the deliveryman to call him when he orders takeaway will not answer a call from an unknown number, but he does not turn off his mobile phone when he sleeps at night because he is worried that his friend will find something urgent at night. he.

The soft contralto echoed in the empty room, Wang Qianyang got up, leaned his back against the head of the bed, and after thinking about it, he still connected the call.

"Hello, who are you?"

However, there was no response from the other side, and the voices coming from the other side were very messy, rustling, like the sound of fabric rubbing, conversation, and very soft humming.

Wang Yuyang opened his mouth and yawned silently, then asked patiently: "Who are you? What's the matter so late?"

There was still no response, but the messy voice was quieter, and the humming sound was clearer.

Listen carefully, the singing over there seems to be "I was on the side of the road, I picked up [-] yuan, and handed it to the police uncle, who took it..." The voice sounded like a child.

Wang Yuyang: "..."

WTF? ? ?

So he hung up the phone angrily, threw the phone aside, put on a thin blanket and continued to sleep.

The 29-year-old Wang Yuyang has already stepped into the trend of health preservation. He is often seen under various health preservation WeChat accounts. This man goes to bed at [-] o'clock and wakes up at [-] o'clock. He even soaks red dates and wolfberry in his cup.

The call at two o'clock in the middle of the night seriously disrupted the work and rest of this man who was about to go to bed, causing him to toss and turn at the back until four or five o'clock and couldn't fall asleep. no.

"Didn't sleep well last night, Yu Yang? Shall I cook you some soothing soup first, your dad hasn't come back yet."

In a single small building on the second ring road of the capital, a well-dressed young woman sat on the sofa and asked Wang Qianyang with concern.

"No need, Auntie." Wang Yuyang sat on the other side of the sofa, keeping a distance from the woman, "Let's eat when Dad comes back."

The woman wanted to say something, but Wang Yuyang suddenly got up and walked towards the terrace, and took out a cigarette case from his pocket, the woman had to shut her mouth when she saw his action.

With a sound of "click", the tongue of fire scorched the white outer paper roll, and the blue smoke rose. Wang Yuyang let out a sigh of relief, looked at the lush colors in the greenhouse garden downstairs, and took out his mobile phone to give Wu Xiaomao a message. got the news.

——I won’t go to the company today

Wu Xiaomao: Are you home?

- you know too much, die

Wu Xiaomao: ... I saw that your brother posted on Moments, so you can see for yourself [picture]

The picture is a screenshot of the circle of friends, and the person with the comment "Lao Wang's little brother" sent a picture.

In the picture is a teenage boy with a tear mole under his eyes, wearing a well-tailored dress, sitting in front of the piano, looking at the camera with a smile on his face.Holding a grade certificate in one hand and making scissors hands in the other, he looks like a noble young master. The only fly in the ointment is that he is sitting in a wheelchair.

Wording: "Succeeded in the grade test ~ Brother will go home in a while, happy day!"

Wu Xiaomao: Your brother has already betrayed you

Wang Jianyang held the cigarette between his fingers, leaned his back against the railing of the balcony, put his elbows on it, looked up at the withered flower branches hanging from the balcony on the third floor, as if he saw the beauty of the flowers when they were in full bloom, and then sighed slightly .

"elder brother!"

A youthful voice interrupted his thoughts.

A black car was parked downstairs, the door was opened, and the driver pushed the boy in the wheelchair out slowly. The boy was looking up at the balcony on the second floor, full of joy: "Brother, you are back!"

"Young master, please slow down." The driver hurriedly reminded.

Wang Jianyang looked at Ling Qiuchi downstairs with an indifferent expression.

The woman who moved faster than him was the woman just now. Ling Han didn't even wear a coat, she went out with only a shawl: "Qiu Chi is back, it's cold outside, come in."

However, Ling Qiuchi didn't pay attention to his mother at all, and only talked to Wang Yuyang on the second floor: "Brother! Come downstairs and pick me up!"

The smoke continued to rise, Wang Yuyang took the cigarette away from his mouth, pressed it aside, turned around and went downstairs.

When he arrived at the house, Ling Qiuchi excitedly pushed the wheelchair, and couldn't wait to think of Wang Yuyang's side, and showed him his piano certificate: "Brother, I passed the eighth grade! Is there any reward?"

Wang Yuyang took the initiative to walk over, pushed him to the restaurant on the first floor, and asked lightly, "What do you want?"

"Christmas is coming soon, I want you to take me out to play!" Ling Qiuchi looked up at him, "There is an internet tea restaurant in Dagu City! I really want to eat there!"

"No." Wang Jianyang firmly refused, "There are too many people at Christmas."

"Go." Ling Qiuchi shook Wang Yuyang's hand, "Go, go."

Wang Jianyang still stood firm: "No."

Ling Qiuchi was immediately lost.

While feeling disappointed, he threw the piano certificate to the ground, and the gentle tears in his eyes now showed a domineering young master's temper: "I see, you just think it's too much of a hindrance with me, don't you? You think you're going out with a Shame on the lame, isn't it?"

Wang Yuyang looked directly at the younger brother, didn't speak, and was silent for a while, bent down to pick up the certificate on the ground: "There are too many people, there was a stampede last Christmas, it's not safe."

"I want to go!" Ling Qiuchi clapped his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and held them tightly, the backs of his hands were bruised, "If my legs were good, I would have gone by myself! I need to sit in a wheelchair every day!!! Is this something I can control!"

"Qiuchi...you can't talk to brother like that." Ling Han said hastily.

Wang Yuyang looked at him with a frown, and when he was about to say something else, the door suddenly opened, and a thick male voice sounded: "What's the noise?"

After Wang Jinan arrived home, the family of four sat down at the dining table, and Wang Jinan said to Wang Yuyang as if he was reprimanding his subordinates in the company: "Isn't it just going out to play at Christmas, how old is he and he quarreled with his younger brother, and Qiu Chi In the future, it’s not appropriate to yell like this at home.”

Ling Qiuchi didn't hold back at all in front of Wang Jinan: "I just want to go out and have fun!"

Seeing his son rushing out to smooth things over like this, Ling Han said, "Qiu Chi just wants to stay with Jian Yang for a while longer, and Jin Yang is usually busy, so this is a rare time to go home."

Wang Jinan took a look at Ling Qiuchi who was full of anger, restrained his attitude, and spoke a little better: "How is Qiuchi's grade exam today?"

"Qiu Chi passed the grade examination." Ling Han said first, "Qiu Chi, bring the certificate."

Then it successfully changed from a quarrel between the brothers to Ling Qiuchi praising the meeting, the father, the mother, and a clever young son.

Wang Yuyang looked at the family of three in front of him and pursed his lips.

Wang Jinyang's biological mother died early, and he and Wang Jinan lived a life of only father and son for more than ten years. Until Wang Jinan's senior year, Wang Jinan ran into someone with a car, and the victims were Ling Qiuchi and Ling Han.Ling Han was unharmed, Wang Jinan suffered a concussion, and Ling Qiuchi lost both legs.

There seems to be nothing wrong here, the magical thing is that at that time Wang Jinyang had no time to go home because of his internship abroad, Ling Qiuchi and Wang Jinan were in the same ward, and Ling Han took care of the two at the same time, waiting for Wang Jinan's injury to heal It's almost the same, and he and Ling Han almost see each other.

When Wang Yuyang returned home after graduation, he had a stepmother and younger brother.

The stepmother was fine, she never interfered in Wang Jiyang's private affairs, nor did she pretend to be the hostess.

The more annoying thing is Ling Qiuchi, maybe because he is in a wheelchair because of Wang Jinan. Wang Jinan dotes on him very much, almost wanting the stars not to give the moon. Yelling at home.

In addition, he is also very clingy to Wang Jianyang.

"Brother." Ling Qiuchi called Wang Yuyang obediently, "We won't be going out for Christmas, so why don't you just take me to that tea restaurant next week? And my disability certificate hasn't been changed to the second generation yet. The Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation is near Dagu City, so you can take me there to get a second-generation certificate, okay?"

Looking at the delicate and beautiful colors in the vase on the dining table, Wang Jianyang only said: "Yes."

When Ling Qiuchi left, he happily grabbed Wang Yuyang's hand and cheered, "Yeah, I like my brother the most!"

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang frowned slightly, he withdrew his hand, and said softly, "Eat."

As soon as he got the chopsticks in his hand, a call came in, it was the phone number that disturbed his sleep last night.

The author has something to say: Ding—your Yuan Yuan called you hot~

Qiuqiu (angry): I have a hunch that people don't like me_(:з」∠)_