bookcurios Chapter 125 Becoming a Father on the High-Speed Train
Chapter 125 Becoming a Father on the High-Speed Train
"Yes, I'm going to K City too. How did you know?" Zhang Yang thought the little girl was so cute.
"Hehe, then brother, can you play with me in the car later?" Yingying's childish and sweet voice is irresistible.
There were several carriages on a train, and Zhang Yang didn't know where they were. But he still smiled and promised her, "Okay, okay, but Yingying has to promise her brother that she will be obedient on the train."
"Well, Yingying listens to her brother and not her mother." The little girl seemed to be speaking to her mother in anger.
Hearing this, the young mother turned her head and looked at Zhang Yang. She smiled apologetically and said, "The child is naughty and ignorant. Don't take it too seriously."
Her smile is so beautiful that it gives people the illusion of a blooming peony.
Zhang Yang felt that it was inconvenient for her to carry such a large suitcase while bringing the child, so he said, "We are all going to K City, so you should take the same train with me. Which car are you in? I'll help you carry the suitcase over."
The young mother didn't know whether she was wary or embarrassed by the stranger's kindness. She just said calmly: "How can I be embarrassed? I can do it myself."
But Yingying was not so polite. She pouted and pulled her mother's collar and said, "Mom, just let my brother help me hold it for a while, then you can hold me."
Zhang Yang also said: "It's okay, it's just a piece of cake."
The young mother couldn't persuade her child, so she looked at the seats on her phone and said, "Thank you, our seats are in carriage 6, 8A, 8B."
Zhang Yang was stunned. He also took out his mobile phone and saw that his seat was actually carriage 6, seat 8C.
He showed her the screen of his phone: "What a coincidence, my seat is right next to yours."
Yingying clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay, brother can play with me now."
Zhang Yang smiled slightly. This little girl was so cute. His mood would improve just by looking at her.
Yingying's mother was a little surprised. Her daughter usually didn't like talking to adults, so why was she so close to this young man today?
In her mind, adults that children like are generally not bad people, and she couldn't help but have a slight liking for the young man in front of her.
After checking their tickets at the ticket gate, Zhang Yang helped them carry their suitcases and followed Yingying's mother into the bus.
As soon as the three of them sat down at their seats, Yingying's mother put her down and immediately opened her phone to reply to some work messages. She also started talking to her colleagues on the phone. It seemed that she was very busy on the weekend.
When no one was paying attention to her, Yingying started jumping up and down on her seat.
At this time, a conductor happened to pass by the aisle and said to Zhang Yang: "Watch your child carefully. The train will start soon. Don't let your child stand on the seat."
Zhang Yang was embarrassed as he suddenly became a father without any reason. He looked at Yingying's mother who was still busy talking on the phone and had no time to take care of her daughter. She also didn't hear what the flight attendant said.
He could only coax the little girl and said, "Yingying, didn't you just say you wanted me to play with you? Sit down first, I'll play with you, okay?"
Yingying was obedient. She sat back in her seat and said with a giggle, "Okay, okay. I want you to be my dad and tell me stories."
Zhang Yang was stunned. He looked at Yingying's mother again. She was still talking on the phone. This mother was really busy. No wonder the little girl deliberately contradicted her.
He thought that children's words were innocent and that they were not intentional, so he smiled and said, "Then let me tell you a story about 'Ma Liang's Magic Brush'. Once upon a time there was a little boy named Ma Liang..."
The train started slowly, and Yingying's mother finally finished talking to her colleague on the phone. When she put down the phone, she suddenly found that her daughter was concentrating on listening to the story told by the older brother.
Only then did she realize that the young man next to her had been taking care of her child for quite some time.
She said to her daughter in a slightly reproachful tone: "Yingying, why are you pestering me?"
Yingying pouted and said unhappily, "Mom is busy, why don't I ask Dad to tell me a story?"
When she heard the word "Dad" from her daughter's mouth, she was stunned.
But she quickly realized that her daughter had heard from her classmates that her father would tell her stories before going to bed every night, so as soon as she got home, she asked her mother for her father.
But how could she, a single mother, give her daughter a father?
Since then, Yingying would ask her father for her from time to time, asking her father to tell her stories, accompany her to the park, and hug her when her mother was busy.
Every time Yingying said the word "dad", she felt sad and felt very sorry for her daughter.
Now that her daughter actually called out this word to a stranger, she felt even more that she owed her daughter a complete home.
Zhang Yang explained with embarrassment: "Just now I saw you were busy, so I told Yingying a story, but I didn't expect her to call me..."
"Thank you!" Yingying's mother interrupted Zhang Yang's explanation. She felt that everyone was helping her take care of the child, so it was nothing for the child to cry out casually.
She took a careful look at the young man. He was tall, had a bright smile and clear eyes. He seemed quite pleasing to the eye.
She felt a little rude when she didn't know the person's name after he looked after her child for quite a while. She stroked her hair subconsciously and said, "My name is Meng Ling. What's your name?"
"My name is Zhang Yang, the Yang in sun." Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and shook hands with Meng Ling.
Meng Ling only felt that the other person's hands were warm and strong, which gave her a sense of security. She couldn't help but look up at Zhang Yang again, and her liking for him increased a little more.
"Mom, don't talk to Dad all the time. I want him to tell me a story." Yingying said coquettishly.
Zhang Yang looked at Yingying helplessly. He didn't understand why this little girl called him daddy, and why the beautiful mother in front of him was not angry at all.
Meng Ling looked at her daughter and said to herself, "This child is quite pitiful. Her father passed away when she was only one year old. I have been busy with work and have no time for love.
Now she is in kindergarten. Seeing that other people have fathers but she doesn’t, she always asks me for a father. But a father doesn’t just appear whenever you want…”
With just a few simple words, Zhang Yang, an orphan, could immediately understand Meng Ling's difficulties. The little girl who lacks fatherly love is the most pitiful.
He smiled at Meng Ling, seeing that she didn't mind him temporarily playing the role of father. He leaned over and said to Yingying, "Okay, let's ignore mom. I'll tell you the next story."
As if infected by his sunny smile, Yingying also smiled. She crossed the armrest of the seat and sat directly on Zhang Yang's lap: "So... what story are you going to tell me, Dad?"
Zhang Yang held her and thought for a while before saying, "Then I'll tell you a story called "Little Rabbit's Adventure in the Forest", okay?"
"Okay, okay, what's this story? I haven't heard of it."
"Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who lived in a big forest..."
Looking at her daughter's pink little face filled with a happy smile, Meng Ling felt warm in her heart. The regret of her daughter not having a father in the past seemed to be somewhat compensated at this moment.