It was as if she had been expecting this scene to happen.
The feeling of panic also disappeared.
It felt like Li Xiang was the medicine that could calm her down.
"Dean, you mean Li Xiang also came to see Xiaodouzi."
The dean saw Zhang Ling's micro-expressions very seriously, and praised her with a heartfelt smile:
"Yes! Li Xiang, this man is really nice! He didn't just come today. He also takes time out to play with Xiaodouzi for an hour or two every now and then. It can be seen that he really likes children. He also donated a lot of money to the children.
Less daily necessities.”
The implication of the words is to tell her that a man who likes children so much will not treat his lover badly.
When the dean first saw Zhang Ling and Li Xiang standing together, he felt that they were very suitable together.
I want her to take good advantage of a good man like Li Xiang.
Zhang Ling listened to the dean's narration, and she knew why Li wanted to do this.
I just want to get closer to her through Xiaodouzi.
On the contrary, she felt that Li Xiang was a man with deep intentions.
"Oh, where are they?"
The dean heard Zhang Ling's sense of urgency.
"They are playing games in the activity room. Come on, I'll take you to watch. You don't know, the children in our courtyard all like Li Xiang now."
Zhang Ling nodded and said the word "good".
She followed the dean with anticipation and excitement.
During this period, the dean kept praising Li Xiang's character.
Every time after praising one of Li Xiang's strengths, the dean would look at her and ask, "Zhang Ling, do you also think that Li Xiang is considerate (very good)?"
To be honest, if Zhang Ling had not contacted the dean two years earlier than Li Xiang, she would have known that the dean was a person who only cared about the children in the hospital and was never moved by fame and fortune.
She really suspected that the dean might have been bribed by Li Xiang.
So when the dean saw her this time, he would keep praising Li Xiang.
However, the dean is indeed a wise judge of people, and he told every positive thing about Li Xiang.
When she carefully recalled every bit of information about Li Xiang, she felt that what the dean said was very appropriate.
She is not a person who talks nonsense without conscience.
I can only reply to the dean with certainty.
When they came to a locust tree that was 20 or 30 years old, the dean suddenly stopped, turned back and looked at her seriously and said:
"Zhang Ling, if my daughter were alive, she would probably be as old as you. Sometimes I always regard you as my biological daughter."
"Thanks!"
To be honest, she had never enjoyed maternal love, so she was willing to be treated like this by an elder like the dean.
The dean was very happy to see her accepting it readily.
So he naturally took her hand, stroked it and said:
"Then I will tell you a few personal words from a mother's perspective. If I say something wrong, don't worry too much."
Hearing this, she said curiously:
"How could it be? As a junior, I know that the reason why elders are willing to talk about you is because they love you. So I like to listen to the teachings of elders the most. Dean, you can say whatever you want. I like to listen."
When the dean listened to Zhang Ling's words, there was still some worry in the smile before, but it disappeared in an instant.
Then there was infinite satisfaction.
"Good boy! Sure enough, I saw you right."
Even though she felt that she was a good child, when she heard the praise from her elders, she still lowered her head in embarrassment.
The dean smiled and continued:
"Zhang Ling, I have already seen that there is a man hidden in your heart."
"Ah!" Zhang Ling suddenly looked up at the dean in surprise.
"Listen. As someone who has been there, let's not care about how unforgettable the man in your heart was. It's in the past, so let him be in the past."
"But..." Zhang Ling wanted to express her thoughts.
The dean raised his hand and said:
"Don't speak yet, listen to what I have to say."
Zhang Ling had no choice but to temporarily suppress the many reasons pouring out of her heart.
Continue to listen to the dean’s expression.
"Child, you must understand that a woman does not have many years of youth in her life. Instead of wasting her youth on a man who has disappeared for many years for whatever reason, it is better to grasp the people around you who are willing to treat you like a treasure."
"You mean Li Xiang?" Zhang Ling first thought of saying.
The dean nodded and continued:
"My child, I think you are smart. You should have known for a long time that a man who truly loves you will never promise you anything easily. If he promises something, he will fulfill his promise to you even if he dies."
"This...I know this."
Zhang Ling also strongly agrees with this point.
Qi Diaozhe promised her that they would be together for the rest of their lives and would never leave or betray them.
But he disappeared for many years without any news.
Her feelings for Qi Diaozhe had already faded a lot.
And now she still thinks about it from time to time. She is just looking forward to the opportunity to hear an explanation from Qi Diaozhe.
However, is this explanation really important?
To be honest, Zhang Ling herself is not very sure.
"It's good that you know! I was indeed right, you are smart. I guess you don't need to explain clearly what you should do next."
As the dean said, he turned back and looked through the window at Li Xiang, who was playing with the children in the activity room, and motioned for Zhang Ling to go in alone.
Because the dean feels that young people's emotional problems, as an elder, only needs to give them a little guidance, and should not interfere too much in young people's decisions.
Zhang Ling followed the dean's gaze and glanced at Li Xiang, who was being treated as a big horse and letting Little Douzi ride all over the ground while still maintaining a bright smile.
She could clearly feel the authenticity of his smile.
For a moment, I seemed to see how real and happy their married life was.
What if we call continuing to wait for Qi Diaozhe futile?
Then she seemed to understand the dean's serious words.
After coming back to his senses, he wanted to thank the dean again, but found that the dean had already left.
She still said "thank you" with a sincere smile.
Sudden.
Her hand was pulled by soft and warm little hands, and her whole body was revived as if full of blood.
Then a familiar and innocent voice sounded in my ears.
"Mom, Mom, did you also hear that Xiaodouzi won first place in her essay? That's why I came here to reward Xiaodouzi."
"I want a reward! Then tell me first what you wrote in your composition?"
As she spoke, Zhang Ling knelt down with a smile and touched the child's chubby little face with her hands.
"This time the composition requires us to write about interesting things that happened with our relatives. The title of my composition is "My Dad"."
Li Xiang, who was standing not far away, heard this and looked at it with a somewhat proud smile.
I think the recent days spent with my children have not been in vain.
This is the best proof.
"Dad?" Zhang Ling pretended to be unhappy and asked, "Then why not mom?"
Xiaodouzi lowered his head with an aggrieved look, poked his fingertips with his two index fingers, and said as if he was very embarrassed:
"I wanted to write about mom. But mom, you haven't seen Xiaodouzi recently. So... so..."
This question is undoubtedly asking who is better, father or mother?
Xiaodouzi shouted strongly in his heart.
She is still a child!
There is no need to embarrass a child like this.
"What? Say it!" Zhang Ling looked a little anxious.
"So I couldn't think of anything interesting that happened between me and my mother that I could write about."
On the surface, Xiaodouzi calls her mother innocently, but in fact, Xiaodouzi is smart and knows everything.
So every time I speak, I try to pick out what Zhang Ling likes to say.
She was afraid that if she said something wrong, Zhang Ling would be disgusted with her, and she would lose Zhang Ling as her mother.
Zhang Ling heard that this was an indirect complaint that she spent less time with Xiaodouzi.
She felt very distressed when she saw Xiaodouzi's appearance. She raised her hand to touch the child's little head and said with a smile:
"So that's it! Next time, Xiaodouzi must write about mom."
After hearing this, Xiaodouzi couldn't help but complain.
Sometimes adults are more like children than her!
Such fussing over everything.
What can she do?
"Definitely next time!" he replied calmly.
Xiaodouzi felt that she was cooperating with Zhang Ling's childlike innocence.
Zhang Ling then showed a pleasant smile and touched Xiaodouzi's head and said:
"What a good boy!"
At this time, Li Xiang's brisk voice came to her ears.
"Zhang Ling, you are here!"
She looked at his excited smile and slowly stood up and nodded.
I wanted to ask, why did Li Xiang not tell Xiaodouzi when he came to see her today?
But before she opened her mouth, she heard Xiaodouzi's childish voice.
"Dad, you are wrong! Mom was not curious to ask me what I wrote about you in the essay. So you must take me to see the fireworks show at Disneyland this weekend."
Last time, Xiaodouzi was recovering from a serious illness and lacked physical strength, so he fell asleep before the fireworks show.
So I have been thinking about making up for this regret.
Li Xiang looked a little disappointed when he heard Xiaodouzi's words and asked:
"Zhang Ling, did you really not ask?"
"Yeah!" Zhang Ling nodded and said.
At this time, she was very curious about what Xiaodouzi wrote in the composition.
After hearing Li Xiang sigh in frustration, he spoke again:
"But, is it too late for me to be curious and want to know more?"
She unexpectedly wanted to find a step for Li Xiang.
Just because I didn't want to see him sigh.
Li Xiang instantly smiled and said:
"It's coming in time, it's coming in time."
Zhang Ling just wanted to lower her head and ask Xiaodouzi to take out the composition book.
She then felt her clothes being pulled.
Looking down, he saw Xiaodouzi shaking his head as if he had been greatly wronged and said:
"Mother!"
certainly.
The reason why Xiaodouzi behaved like this, apart from the agreement with Li Xiang, was also because he was afraid that Zhang Ling would be angry after reading a sentence in the composition.
That’s why I tried to stop Zhang Ling from requesting to read the article.
"Why?"
In the past, whenever Xiaodouzi made great progress in her studies, she would happily show it to her.
At that time, she also felt the happiness of being a mother.
Of course, she will not be stingy in praising and rewarding Xiaodouzi.
It means that children can continue to make progress and work hard.
But this time Xiaodouzi's behavior was really strange.
"I...I..." Xiaodouzi whimpered as he circled each other with his fingers.
What makes Xiaodouzi even more anxious is that the agreement with Li Xiang has also been ruined.
Because "play" is always the most important thing for children.
Li Xiang, who had already understood the content of the composition, came over at this time, smiled and stroked Xiaodouzi's head to comfort him:
"Don't be afraid, kid! She is your mother!"
Xiaodouzi looked up at Li Xiang and said thoughtfully:
"Mother?"
Zhang Ling looked at the scene of deep love between father and son in front of her, and felt a bit of jealousy in her heart.
What exactly is written in the composition?
Both father and son knew it, but Xiaodouzi didn't want her to know yet.
A secret that only two people know is an important sign of a good relationship between people.
Li thought he could achieve such great results in Xiaodouzi in a short period of time.
Seriously!
"Li Xiang!" She motioned to Li Xiang to explain.
Before Li Xiang opened his mouth to answer, he looked at Xiaodouzi and gave the child a reassuring look.
After Xiaodouzi's nervous expression relaxed a lot, he smiled and said to Zhang Ling:
"Ling'er, don't force me. I think it's better for Xiaodouzi to decide whether or not to tell you about this matter."
She tried to force her words:
"Li Xiang……"
But when Zhang Ling heard Xiaodouzi say "Mom" again, she gave up the idea of questioning her.
"Okay. For the sake of Xiaodouzi, I will spare you this time."
Because she knows that sometimes forcing her children will lead to a farther and farther relationship with herself.
In the past, I always felt that Xiaodouzi could not live without me.
But at that moment, she suddenly realized that she couldn't live without Xiaodouzi.
The presence of Xiaodouzi in her life not only filled her life with colorful colors, but also made her understand the importance of companionship between people.
As a result, her long-term expectation for Qi Diaozhe gradually faded away.
So there was an opportunity for Li Xiang to get in touch with her and get into her heart.
In other words, Li Xiang did not misjudge the importance of Xiaodouzi to Zhang Ling.
"ah?"
Li Xiang was a little surprised and aggrieved when he heard Zhang Ling's words.
What was an act of consideration for a child now seems like he has made a big mistake.
However, this makes it feel more intimate as a family of three.
Therefore, he was still very happy in his heart.
"Why do you still have an opinion?"
Listening to her words, he felt vaguely like a young couple quarreling.
"No, no. It's whatever you say. I have no objection."
And when she listened to his words, she also felt the same as Li Xiang.
It's just that she heard a little more of his doting on her.
Yes, this is probably like what the dean said about the happiness of being pampered by a man who treats you as a treasure.
She couldn't bear to continue to be aggressive towards Li Xiang, so she smiled and leaned over to the child and said:
"Xiaodouzi, I just saw you guys playing a game, can I join in and play together?"
Xiaodouzi jumped up excitedly and kissed her cheek.
Then he held Zhang Ling in one hand and Li Xiang in the other and walked into the activity room again, playing games happily with other children.
Perhaps this time Zhang Ling's company made Xiaodouzi feel more intimate than ever before.
Before leaving, he took the initiative to hand Zhang Ling's composition that he was reluctant to take out at first.
But she did not read the composition directly.
Instead, he smiled slightly and said to Xiaodouzi:
"I won't read it. I just want you to tell me for yourself why you were unwilling to let me see it before, and why you are willing to show it to me now?"
Xiaodouzi explained with a trace of embarrassment in his calm smile at this time:
"That's because Xiaodouzi said in the essay that mother is like a majestic tigress. Sometimes it only takes one look to turn father into a docile little sheep."