One Thousand Three Hundred and Fourteen Farewell (I)

While I was thinking about it, the clear cry of a child suddenly came. Song Zhixing looked over and saw a cute child squatting in the corner, rubbing his eyes and crying.

"Second uncle, let's go over and take a look." Song Zhixing had already taken the lead and ran towards the child. Just when Tang Yu was about to follow, his cell phone rang at this moment. He took it out and looked at the number flashing on the screen, which made him look darker. He subconsciously looked at Song Zhixing, who was squatting in front of the child and talking to the child.

He turned slightly sideways and put the phone to his ear, "Hello, Mr. Li."

It was Li Qiming who called. After he said a few words there, Tang Yu was silent for a long time. In the end, he just said in a deep voice: "I'll think about it."

"Tang Yu." Song Zhixing's crisp voice came again. Tang Yu turned to look. She was squatting on the ground waving to him, with a bright smile in the sunshine. His eyes became more complicated, and he said to Li Qiming: "I have something to do here, so I won't talk to you now."

He hung up the phone, suppressed his emotions, and strode towards her.

"What's wrong?"

"This child was separated from his parents in the park just now." Song Zhixing returned to Tang Yu.

"It's okay, be good, don't cry. My sister and uncle will help you find your mother." Song Zhixing knelt down again and spoke softly to the child. He rubbed the child's little head soothingly. The child was crying and twitching. He had lost his strength for a long time. When he stood up, his little body staggered several times. Song Zhixing supported him before he could stand still. She patted Tang Yu's arm and said, "Second uncle, please hold him. Let's go to the radio station to help him find his parents."

Tang Yu lowered his head and glanced at the child, only to see that the little guy's little face was covered with snot and tears. He had always stayed away from children, but now that he was being held in his arms, he frowned tightly and stood there motionless.

"Second uncle, you are so unloving." Song Zhixing complained, but he didn't force it. Men usually find children troublesome. She knelt down and said softly to the child: "Sister, can I hug you?"

When she spoke to the child, her voice was soft and milky. I feel like a child myself.

Tang Yu stood aside and watched, his eyes unconsciously adding a little softness. He thought about getting married to her earlier and having a child that belonged to them. Even if he didn't like the child very much, it would be a bond between them and a family that would give her stability and happiness. A home that truly belongs to you. And, now it looks like she might be a good young mother.

Just when Song Zhixing reached out to hug the child, a pair of long arms had already taken the child into his arms.

She glanced doubtfully,

I saw Tang Yu holding the child easily with one hand, and protecting her slender shoulders with the other hand to prevent the crowd from crowding her.

In the crowded crowd, he was so tall and straight. Despite the crowd, she and the child were under his wing.

Song Zhixing looked up at him, his eyes unconsciously obsessed.

"Where is the radio station?" Tang Yu looked around and looked at the map she had been holding in her hand.

Song Zhixing came to his senses and then looked away from him. I really feel like I'm going to die, and now I even feel that even the way he holds the child is so handsome.

"Go that way." After reading the map, Song Zhixing gestured in the direction and turned around. Tang Yu, who had read the map because he was worried, took him by the collar and brought him back. "I can't tell the difference between east, west, south, and north." Don’t miss it this way.”

Tang Yu carried her and strode towards the other direction. Song Zhixing stuck out her tongue, wasn't she just a bit crazy?

The child was held in Tang Yu's hands and started crying again. They cried so miserably that people along the way looked at them as if they were two traffickers.

Tang Yu had a terrible headache, "Okay, stop crying."

The voice was not gentle at all, but rather fierce. This time, the child was frightened and cried even more.

Tang Yu frowned tightly and stared at the child in his hand. It felt like I had a hot potato on my hands. His expression would scare even adults, let alone children. So the child cried so hard in his arms that he started convulsing.

"What should I do?" Tang Yu looked anxiously at the woman beside him. He was completely at a loss when it came to the child. This is the first time I'm so embarrassed.

"He must be scared when you stare at him like that. Second uncle, don't be so fierce, coax him."

"Coax?" Tang Yu glanced at the child and gave up.

He couldn't even coax a little girl like her, let alone a big kid.

"Then just smile at him." Song Zhixing elbowed him to encourage him.

"Do you think I can laugh now?" Tang Yu glanced at the crowd, "I'm about to be regarded as a human trafficker."

As a result, during their conversation, the child seemed unwilling to be ignored and cried even harder at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, don't cry anymore." Tang Yu couldn't bear it and hugged the child, patting it jerkily. Originally, his voice was still serious, but under the signal from Song Zhixing's eyes, he forced himself to be gentler. He coughed and continued: "If you don't cry, uncle will buy you a lollipop."

The child sobbed, "I don't like lollipops, I'm not a girl..."

"Okay, then I won't eat the lollipop. Whatever you want to eat, uncle will buy it for you." Tang Yu followed the child's words and raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He grabbed the hairband on his head and waved it in front of the child, "If you don't cry, uncle will reward you with this."

The child obviously really liked the headband. After sobbing twice, he finally stopped crying. Tang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a sense of accomplishment after coaxing the child. His face unconsciously improved a lot. He praised: "You did a good job. Come, uncle will put it on you."

He put the headband on the child very carefully. Although the action was a bit clumsy, he was very careful not to hurt the child.

Song Zhixing stood aside and watched. Suddenly, she and Tang Yu and a child belonging to them appeared in her mind. She really didn't want to get married so early before, let alone have children. So, the first time Tang Yu suddenly asked her to have a child, it really scared her. But at this moment, looking at Tang Yu coaxing the child, Song Zhixing suddenly felt that everything was not as bad as she imagined, nor so far away.

Having a child, calling him dad and calling herself mom, she now thinks it is funny and a very happy thing.

At the radio station, the child's parents finally came over and were grateful to them. Having done a good deed, Song Zhixing felt better and was full of satisfaction.

Turning his head, he saw Tang Yu still looking at the parents walking away, as if thinking about something. Song Zhixing stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and waved, "Second Uncle, what are you looking at?"