When Ke Chen wanted to take a closer look, Fu Jingchuan had already turned his head and looked at Shiyang and Tongtong, their mother and daughter, who were walking into the boutique.
There was a small step at the entrance of the store. Tongtong didn't notice it, so she accidentally tripped and stumbled. Fortunately, she didn't fall and was stopped by Shi Yang in time.
But the little girl seemed to be frightened and froze on the spot.
Shi Yang knelt down in front of her, leaned over and hugged her:
"It's okay, Tongtong, don't be afraid, mom is here."
Her voice was light and soft, so gentle that it could be squeezed out of water.
The little girl was comforted at the moment, but when she staggered just now, she grabbed her hand in panic and accidentally caught the model displayed at the door. A faint watermark was left on the silk scarf on the model.
Tongtong also saw it.
"Mom, this is dirty." She pointed at the watermark on the scarf and whispered, feeling a little at a loss.
"It's okay." Shiyang stroked her hair and comforted her softly, "Tongtong didn't do it on purpose. Tongtong doesn't have to blame herself."
Tongtong nodded in understanding.
"But," Shiyang glanced at the watermark on the silk scarf and looked at Tongtong, "we accidentally soiled the thing. We can't let the clerk sister be responsible for our mistake, so we bought it, okay? good?"
Tongtong nodded seriously: "Okay."
He felt a little happy again, and the guilt and anxiety on his face were wiped away.
Shiyang couldn't help but smile and stroked her hair, taking the opportunity to teach her: "Then we should pay attention to our feet when we walk from now on, okay? Otherwise, if we fall, Tongtong will accidentally hit her head like she hit this model sister, mom. You will be worried and sad.”
Tongtong nodded heavily again: "Okay."
Shiyang couldn't help but smile at her with her milky and serious voice, and leaned forward to give her a hug.
The two gazes behind her were still on her, too intense to be ignored, and the smile on Shiyang's lips was a little stiff.
Fu Jingchuan did not step forward, but just stood there, looking at Shiyang with complicated eyes as he gently and patiently comforted and educated Tongtong.
This image had appeared in his dreams countless times, and he never thought that one day it would actually appear in his life.
Fu Jingchuan's throat was severely choked, but he couldn't bear to look away from the two faces in front of him, one large and one small.
When they were looked at separately, it was clear that there were not many similarities, but now under the same frame, they are similar in every way. Every move, every move, every frown, every smile, from shape to spirit, is similar everywhere.
Similar silhouettes, the same quiet and well-behaved, the same gentle smile... Just like this, two faces, one big and one small, against the background of the bustling airport, somehow reveal the quiet beauty of time.
Looking at such a scene, Ke Chen felt an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart, and his nose felt a little sore.
He couldn't explain why he was moved. It was just that a picture he had never imagined suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning. Shiyang also educated the child so well, which always made him feel magically touched by life.
Eyes flashing with tears couldn't help but turn to Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan was still watching Shiyang and Tongtong quietly, as if they couldn't get enough.
Shiyang had already stood up and asked the clerk to take off the wet wipe that Tongtong accidentally got wet and wrap it up.
Tongtong also looked at the clerk very seriously and carefully. It wasn't until she saw her putting the silk scarf into the bag that she let out a long sigh of relief. She happily turned to Shi Yang and smiled, but when she turned her head, she accidentally glanced at the station. Fu Jingchuan was not far away. Her eyes lit up with surprise and she called Fu Jingchuan: "Pretty uncle."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her, and then walked towards her.
