"Hello, can you change seats, beautiful lady?"

"I want to sit with my child."

I just boarded the high-speed train after attending a wedding.

A lady in her thirties or so asked.

She was holding a little boy in her hand.

The little boy went straight past me and walked to the seat inside.

I got up at 4 a.m. to attend the wedding, and I had been busy all day. I really didn't want to carry my heavy luggage to another carriage.

Besides, changing seats should respect the person's will.

So I directly refused.

"Sorry, I don't really want to."

That lady probably didn't expect me to refuse, and her polite smile froze instantly.

The little boy sitting on my left side was about in the fourth or fifth grade. He turned his head and his clear eyes were full of hostility: "Auntie, is this your first time on a train?"

"You're acting like a jerk."

The high-speed train hadn't started yet, and it was very quiet in the carriage.

His words fell clearly into my ears.

The lady standing on my right side glared at him: "Hey, stop talking."

I put on my headphones, turned on the music, and prepared to take a nap.

At this moment, the child turned his head again. I didn't hear what he said clearly, but from his lip movements, I roughly knew that he was greeting my mother.