Just as he was thinking, a child's clear cry suddenly came. Song Zhixing looked over and saw a cute child squatting in the corner, rubbing his eyes and crying loudly.
"Uncle, let's go over and take a look." Song Zhixing had already taken the lead and ran towards the child. Just as Tang Yu was about to catch up, his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw the number flashing on the screen, which made him look gloomy. He subconsciously looked at Song Zhixing who was squatting in front of the child and talking to the child.
He leaned slightly to the side and put the phone to his ear, "Hello, Mr. Li."
The person who called was Li Qiming. After he said a few words, Tang Yu was silent for a long time. Finally, he just said in a deep voice: "I'll think about it."
"Tang Yu." Song Zhixing's crisp voice came again. Tang Yu turned his head to see her squatting on the ground waving at him. In the sunshine, her smile was bright. His eyes became more complicated, and he said to Li Qiming, "I have something else to do here, so I won't talk to you for now."
He hung up the phone, calmed down, and walked towards her.
"What's wrong?"
"The child just got separated from his parents in the park." Song Zhixing replied to Tang Yu.
"It's okay, dear, don't cry, sister and uncle will help you find your mother." Song Zhixing squatted down again and spoke softly to the child. She rubbed the child's head soothingly. The child cried and sobbed, and had no strength left. When he stood up, he staggered several times. Song Zhixing helped him stand steadily. She patted Tang Yu's arm, "Second Uncle, you hold him, let's go to the radio station together to help him find his parents."
Tang Yu looked down at the child, only to see that the little guy's face was covered with snot and tears. He had always kept a distance from children, but now that he was asked to hold him, he frowned tightly and stood there without moving.
"Uncle, you are so unloving." Song Zhixing complained, but she didn't force it. Men usually find children troublesome. She squatted down and said softly to the child, "Then sister will hold you, okay?"
When she spoke to the child, her voice was soft and a little bit like a baby's. She herself was like a child.
Tang Yu stood aside and watched, his eyes unconsciously softened. He thought about marrying her earlier and having a child of their own, even though he didn't like children very much. However, that would be a bond between them, a family for each other, and would give her stability and a home that truly belonged to her. Moreover, it seemed that she might be a good young mother.
Just when Song Zhixing reached out to hold the child, a pair of long arms had already taken the child into his arms.
She glanced sideways in confusion, only to see Tang Yu holding the child easily with one hand and protecting her slender shoulders with the other hand, fearing that the crowd would squeeze her.
In the crowded crowd, he was so tall and upright. No matter how crowded the crowd was, she and the child were under his wings.
Song Zhixing looked up at him, his eyes unconsciously filled with obsession.
"Where is the radio station?" Tang Yu looked around and her eyes fell on the map she had been holding in her hand.
Song Zhixing came back to his senses and turned his eyes away from him. He really felt that he was going to die. Now he even felt that his posture of holding the child was particularly handsome.
"Go that way." Song Zhixing pointed in a direction after reading the map and turned around. Tang Yu, who had looked at the map out of concern, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. "You can't even tell east from west, south from north, and you still say you can't get lost. This way."
Tang Yu carried her and walked in another direction. Song Zhixing stuck out her tongue. Wasn't she just a little directionally challenged
The child was held in Tang Yu's arms and started crying again. He cried so miserably that people along the way looked at them as if they were two human traffickers.
Tang Yu had a terrible headache, "Okay, stop crying."
The voice was not gentle at all, but rather fierce. This frightened the child and made him cry even harder.
Tang Yu frowned tightly, staring at the child in his arms. He felt like he was holding a hot potato. His expression would scare an adult, not to mention a child. So, the child cried and twitched in his arms.
"What should I do?" Tang Yu looked at the woman beside him anxiously. He was totally at a loss as to what to do with the child. It was the first time he felt so embarrassed.
"He must be scared if you stare at him like that. 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 kid like her, let alone a tiny child.
"Then just smile at him." Song Zhixing nudged him with his elbow, encouragingly.
"Do you think I can laugh now?" Tang Yu glanced at the crowd, "I'm almost being mistaken for a human trafficker."
As a result, while they were talking, the child seemed unwilling to be ignored and cried even more miserably.
"Okay, stop crying." Tang Yu couldn't help but hold the child, patting him with awkward movements. Originally, his voice was still serious, but at the signal of Song Zhixing's eyes, he forced himself to soften it. After a cough, he 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 don't eat the lollipop. Uncle will buy you whatever you want to eat." Tang Yu followed the child's words and raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He grabbed the hairband on his head and shook it in front of the child, "If you don't cry, uncle will give you this reward."
The child obviously really liked the headband. After sobbing twice, he finally stopped crying. Tang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt very accomplished after coaxing the child. His face unconsciously improved a lot. He praised, "Well done. Come, uncle will put it on for you."
He carefully put the headband on the child. Although his movements were a little clumsy, he was very careful not to hurt the child.
Song Zhixing stood aside and watched, and suddenly a picture of her and Tang Yu, and a child of theirs, came to 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, watching Tang Yu coaxing the child, Song Zhixing suddenly felt that everything was not as bad as she imagined, and not so far away.
Giving birth to a child and having him call her dad and herself mom is something she now finds funny and also a very happy thing.
When they arrived at the radio station, the child's parents finally came over and burst into tears of gratitude. Having done a good deed, Song Zhixing felt better and was filled with 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 and waved his hand, "Second Uncle, what are you looking at?"