Still, Wait For Me

Actually, Honest didn't have time to answer those questions, and he was already going crazy.

It's not easy for a boy suddenly to start looking after a baby who's just over a year old independently, and in a sense of honesty, it's probably more difficult than being president.

The next morning, Weibo updated several photos. The photos were processed and Fucheng still had only a back shadow or a less clear side. The photos were of him reading about washing his face, changing diapers, soaking milk powder, feeding milk powder...

Fu Cheng in the photo seemed a little busy and unskilled, but everything was the real thing. Xu Tiansheng didn't let him play, just let him do these things independently and film them.

Real images, in exchange for real feelings, if on the first day, people are more concerned about whether the father and daughter look good, whether the images are beautiful, whether the song is beautiful or not, the sound is not like the lead singer of the rotation...

Then, from the next day on, more and more people began to feel and be moved by the simple tenderness between the father and the daughter. Or a little bit of “pity” and “heartache”...

“What about Mom? ”

“Yeah, where's Mom? ”

“How can a man bring a daughter when he's not old enough? Babies are so small... it hurts to look at them. ”

“Actually, I don't mind being a post mom. ”

“ …… ”

Just as Fang Yunyao sat in front of the computer crying and laughing, warm and heartbroken and blaming himself.

Pai Da went to work early in the morning, walked into the unit, accidentally, almost half of his people were surrounded by a computer, watching and talking about a video, and even people said they missed their mouth and said:

“This little dad feels like Fu's son, I've seen him many times, it feels really like, but I can't be sure. ”

Paid Dad pretended to cough inadvertently and the crowd spread in panic.

In fact, Pai Da himself panicked more. He had just heard those words, little Daddy, like Pai Director Son... The first thought in his mind was, "It's over, it's probably Pai Cheng."

Go back to your office, pay Dad to call Mom and tell her what's going on, then turn on the computer in a hurry.

Videos are easy to find and images appear.

Others can't be sure. Of course, paying their parents can. That's their own son. At a glance, they know... that's really sincere.

It starts with panic, anger. Even the deputy mayor of the canal and his daughter can't see this picture for the time being, but when we really meet, we really get married... how can we not see it when we get familiar?

If we're gonna keep this up, we're gonna cheat on the deputy mayor.

They've been reckoning, so broken, irreversible, with no possibility of remedy.

One road breaks, the first reaction of both people is anger rushing to call Honesty's phone.

But Fu Cheng didn't answer at all.

After no anger and nay, they accidentally looked at the video a few more times and flipped through the published photos, and their emotions began to get a little complicated and strange. The little girl in the picture is her own granddaughter? The real one is beautiful, cute and pathetic... how come Fang Yunyao isn't here? Did you really just throw the kid away for Makoto?

“Fu Cheng, how can he bring the child?!” Paid Dad sent Mom a message on QQ.

“It's kind of like a child growing up all of a sudden.” After a while, pay Mom back.

“What should I do?”

“What should I do?”

Those messages on Weibo, those words of concern and heartache, sincerity and meditation, as if every sentence was against the mental torture of Paid Mom, because it was they who caused this situation, causing the sincerity of helplessness, the pity of meditation...

And these two, they were supposed to be their loved ones, their sons and granddaughters.

……

……

The next day, the third day, Weibo has daily photo updates.

Little thoughts were held up on Fu Cheng's back, Fu Cheng became a horse for his daughter, and circled around the living room. A father put his daughter on his shoulder, held her hands together and opened them, facing the back of the sun...

I was crying and honestly carrying a toy-filled and overwhelmed view.

In addition to sending pictures, sometimes Fucheng asks moms some questions on Twitter. That's really serious. For example, how do you steam eggs best for a 1-year-old baby? What laundry powder should I use to wash my baby's clothes? What about the baby's sleeping quilt? ……

Babies' hearts are crisp and heartbreaking. They respond enthusiastically to every honest question, every coaching, every detail... more care, more inquiries, more reminders...

Fu Cheng and Xiaoxiao were distressed by countless people...

Simply "The Moms” brush the screen several pages a day.

In fact, among the people who responded, there was a newly registered account that was always the most serious and detailed, because this person, in fact, knew the most about everything.

In just a few days, more than 3 million people have been following Weibo, and more and more people have fallen in love with these gentle and pathetic fathers and daughters.

Love the little dad who plays guitar and writes songs, has warm singing sounds, and has infinite affection for his daughter. Loved it beautiful, cute, had big black and shiny eyes, cried and liked to slip legs, wanted to grab a hold of everything, didn't have the poor little thoughts of mom around.

Soon after, the name "Nanny Daddy” began to appear in the online media.

Soon, the term was widely accepted and adopted.

“And then what?” Fang Yunyao was so supportive, Fu Cheng finally couldn't hold on. Ask Xu Tiansheng.

“It's time to start abusing your heart," Xu Tiansheng said harshly, "abusing fans, abusing teachers, abusing your parents too. ”

……

……

The next day, Fu Cheng's Weibo updated a few videos again.

There are still only two fathers and daughters in the picture, Fucheng did not play the guitar this time, but hummed a song gently.

When Xu Tingsheng offered to sing this song, Huang Yaming said only three words: “Too harsh. ”

“There's only a mother in the world who's good,

There's a fucking kid like a jewel,

Into my mother's arms,

Happiness is not enjoyable.

There's only mommy in the world.

No motherfucker like root grass,

Get out of Mom's arms.

Where can I find happiness? ”

This is a song that everyone is so familiar with. Usually it may not sound strong. When Xu Tiansheng first called Fu to sing this song, Huang Yaming's emotions also focused on “dealing with” Fang teacher.

But when the image is rated, the sound appears...

Everything fits so well, it hurts to fit.

Xiaochang lay on the little blanket, overhead, some blindly looked at Fucheng sitting beside him, listening to him singing softly, “There is only a good mother in the world, no mother children like root grass...”

Anyway, how many reasons, how much helplessness... Mom did just leave her, when she was just over a year old.

Fu Cheng himself sang a little choking.

Perhaps he wept because, so coincidentally, he suddenly reached out... and touched his face.

This scene, this little girl over a year old stretched out, touched Daddy's cheeky little hands, under the roast of the song, warmed up, also stabbed countless people in front of the screen,...

Perhaps not many people shed tears.

Sonny and Xiao Xiao began to cry early on. Even Huang Yaming, who was becoming more and more impatient, and Xu Tiancheng, the "starting fighter", couldn't help but feel the sourness of his eyes...

So far, although it can be said that it is still under control, but looking back at the whole process, Fu Cheng's parents are responsible, the person most responsible for this situation, but in fact, why is Fu Cheng not responsible for himself? Fang Yunyao, why are you not responsible?

Just a little thought, this little girl over a year old, how innocent, she didn't have a father before, now, no mother... when she didn't know anything, “someone else", made a choice for her.

……

In the image, I read out my hand and touched Fu Cheng's face.

I didn't know how much Fang Yunyao had lost in the past few days. In a moment, I cried so much that I couldn't help myself. Compared to the daughter and Fu Cheng, compared to the family reunion, do those concessions really need to be? Are those fears really that hard to overcome? Escape. Should I really?

What if they don't approve? Can't you trust sincerity?

Even Fu Cheng's parents? Can't you be selfish once?

She knows where Xu Tinsheng's family is, where Fu Cheng is, where she misses...

Fu Cheng immediately updated a tweet:

“Reading seems to have a fever...”

Fang Yunyao threw away her mouse. She couldn't care less and rushed out the door.

Quickly knocking.

Xu Tiansheng opened the door with a smile.

Fang Yunyao saw, Fu Cheng holding the child opposite her and waiting for her.

“Coming?” Fu Chengcheng said gently and calmly, "Hurry up and embrace the memories. ”

“Mommy, Mommy...” The whole person leaned toward her while she read in Honest Fu's arms.

Pay sincere kneel and put your thoughts on the floor.

To miss some shaky walking towards Fang Yunyao.

“Wu...”, the unimaginable cry, Fang Yunyao hurried forward and held his daughter in his arms. “Read it, Mama's wrong.” Put your palms on your daughter's forehead, Fang Yunyao tried again with a nervous expression... “Didn't you say, reading a little fever? ”

“How is that possible? I'm Nana's dad. How is it possible to have a fever? But I can't even read about it without you.” Fu Cheng spoke with a smile and wept.

Fang Yunyao thought about it a little bit and understood it all. Smoked the tip of her nose, “You can bully me...” she said with a cry.

“Sure.” Fu Cheng said with a smile.

Fang Yunyao was too weak and childish to talk in her arms, and looked at a house of people, obviously smaller than her... but she was the least knowledgeable... After thinking about the problem, she found herself so weak and childish. Fang Yunyao was a little embarrassed at the scene.

There's more, it's guilt...

“Pick one.” Fu Cheng suddenly said.

“Pick what?” Fang Yunyao asked bewildered.

And then in front of her, there was a rope on Fu Cheng's left hand, and a set of keys on her right hand.

Tie it up?

Or do you want to take this home?

Pick it.

“This time it's really tied.” Fu Cheng said.

Fang Yunyao was silent for a while. Some helplessly took a few steps forward. He bowed his head and took the keys from Fu Cheng's hand.

“Let's take over the court house for a while, and I'll look for a house nearby.” Fu Cheng said.

“Mm-hmm.” Fang Yunyao nodded, like an obedient daughter-in-law.

“Give me the card, I'll go to the hotel to help you pick up your luggage, check out.” Fu Cheng said.

“Mmm.” Fang Yunyao nodded.

Fu Cheng went out and Xu Tiansheng hurried to let Fang Yunyao sit down and poured water. Xiaochang hasn't seen his mother for a few days, tired of not coming out in Fang Yunyao's arms...

“Look, miss you so much.” Sonny said.

Fang Yunyao nodded embarrassingly.

“You can't run anymore.” Xu Tiansheng smiled.

Fang Yunyao nodded.

It took a while for her to react, which was the opposite.

“Well, you all figured it out, didn't you? You, you and Fu Cheng will partner to bully me. It used to be, the time of soccer, the time of your school party...” Fang Yunyao said, “Don't forget, I am your teacher...”

“No," Huang Yaming said with a smile, "we happened to get revenge. You forgot the time you caught the three of us smoking? I won't let you go... Teacher Fang, didn't you think of that? You caught his father... hahahaha..."

The house was full of laughter.