Pastel Colours

Day0421:45

Boob was tired of crying, his eyes were red and swollen, like a little goldfish with bulging eyes, lying on Songran's shoulders and crying sleepily. Songran hugged him and coaxed him softly: "Bubu, brother takes you to wash the incense. After washing, let's sleep, okay?"

"it is good……"

Bobo was weak and his little head hung sleepily.

Songran took him to take a bath, and an empty bedroom remained in the surveillance screen.

He Zhiyuan estimated that it would take them at least half an hour to get out, so he went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. When he came back with his coffee, Bobo had already washed it, and was lying on the bed wrapped in a small bath towel, taking a nap in a daze, while Songran stood in front of the closet, rummaging through a large cabinet of clothes.

"Pajamas, pajamas...Where are the pajamas hidden?"

He was talking while pulling.

The white T-shirt was soaked in the bath water, translucent against the skin, showing a thin waistline. Maybe it was a little uncomfortable for the wet clothes to be close to the body, Songran simply reached out and grabbed the hem of the clothes and took off the T-shirt.

He Zhiyuan's throat moved, and he swallowed the coffee in his mouth unconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Songran has a pretty good figure—the complexion is pale, and he should be doing indoor work, but his back muscles are well-proportioned, his shoulder lines are neat, and he looks young and energetic. If he can do equipment assistance for a while , I believe it will be more worth seeing.

He Zhiyuan has been exercising for fourteen years. He holds a professional personal training certificate issued by ACE, but he has never taken a student. This time he has the idea of ​​bringing Songran to practice together after returning home.

Songran had no idea that he had been seen by others, and was still fulfilling the duties of the little daddy faithfully. He pulled out a set of little yellow duck pajamas from the closet, pinched the collar and shook it, picked up the cloth that was sleeping like a puddle, and put his two small arms into the sleeves and two short legs. Put it into the trouser tube, and then button up the buttons one by one.

During the process, Bobo had been in a state of sleep, melting like cotton candy in his arms, swaying around, letting others do things, twisting all kinds of funny poses, not waking up no matter how tossing. Songran saw that the child was asleep, and gently put him into the bed, but the moment he took his hands away, Bubu woke up.

"Brother!" Bubu quickly grabbed one of his fingers and asked nervously, "Are you leaving?"

Songran hurriedly said: "I won't leave. I will go outside to comfort sister Lin Hui and come back. She is crying like you. Bubu sleeps at ease, I promise, when you open your eyes next time, I must have slept next to you."

Bubu raised his little thumb: "Lagogo!"

Songran hooked up with him, and he was relieved, raised his head to ask for a goodnight kiss, and fell asleep in the bed.

He Zhiyuan looked at them with deep emotion-such a simple and warm interaction has not happened between him and Bobu for a long time. Bubu relies on Songran more than he thought. In front of Songran, the child will remove the mask and hold out a small and fragile heart, gain understanding and pray for care. Compared with his true father, it seems that Songran is the one Bobu can really rely on.

The reality is frustrating, but He Zhiyuan is not annoyed.

It was him who was wrong, not Song Ran.

After Bubu fell asleep, Songran went to the bathroom, dried the T-shirt with a hairdryer, and put it back on. Before going out, he saw the brightly colored children's mobile phone falling on the bed, the screen was dark, so he took it out.

Little Q, who had been squatting in the corner, saw the observation target shifted, and quickly awakened from the standby state, trailing behind Song Ran like a bug. Songran didn't pay attention, and around the door of the room, the "Kangdang" door panel fan turned 30 degrees, and the monitoring screen shook violently. He Zhiyuan's living room felt like a spectacular eighth magnitude earthquake.

Mr. He, who is always paying attention to the demo, frowned, put aside his coffee cup, and wrote a line in Xiao Q's question remarks: The shock absorption is too poor and needs to be optimized.

Fortunately, Xiao Q is very sturdy, and nothing major has happened. After being dizzy for a few seconds, it automatically adjusted the direction of travel to the right, and followed Songran out.

Lin Hui was drowsy in the living room. Seeing Songran coming out, the sleepy bugs on her eyelids ran away cleanly, and asked with concern: "How is Bobo? Are you still crying?"

"Very good, don't cry." Songran smiled and pointed to his head, "I'm not good, my brain cells are almost dead."

Lin Hui hurriedly made room for him on the sofa: "So hard?"

Songran raised his eyebrows: "Of course, coaxing a child is technical work, very physically demanding, especially like Bobu, smart and sensitive, and will help him if he doesn’t look right. Coax him once, and I don’t have the energy to say false for three days. words."

He sat down beside Lin Hui and handed the phone over: "Okay, anyway, I have taken care of the basket for you. You now have only one task left-call to apologize to Mr. He."

When Lin Hui heard it, she jumped three feet away like a spring: "Don't don't don't, I dare not!"

Song Ran said strangely: "What's the dare not to do?"

Lin Hui's voice was as soft as a mosquito, "I...I will be fired."

Songran couldn’t stop laughing, she broke off her five fingers, and just stuffed her phone in: “If you don’t make a call, you won’t be fired? This logic is not true. If Mr. He really wants to leave you, you pretend to be deaf. It's useless to be dumb. Hurry up, stretch your head, shrink your head, be brave and hit."

"Don't!" Lin Hui avoided it, and threw the phone back to him like a hot potato. "If you are dismissed, you will be dismissed. If you leave, if you call to apologize, you will have to be scolded. I will not do it because of such a loss. !"

Songran thoughtfully waved to her: "Come, sit here, let's talk about this."

Lin Hui reluctantly moved closer by ten centimeters.

Seeing her resistance, Songran took the initiative to sit down and looked at her seriously: "Lin Hui, no matter what decision Mr. He ultimately makes, an apology is an unavoidable procedure. First, you are an employee of a housekeeping company. Something went wrong and damaged the image of the company. You should always apologize to restore it, right? Second, Mr. He is Bubu’s father, and Bubu was crying by you. Others are abroad, you can’t see or touch. Worry. Now that the child is okay, you should call to report that he is safe, so he can rest assured, shouldn't it?"

Lin Hui struggled, stroking the end of her hair and did not answer for a long time-she understood the truth, but... she was so scared.

Songran encouraged her: "Don't be afraid, Mr. He is not a vicious person, he is a gentleman, very reasonable, you sincerely apologize to him, he will not embarrass you."

Lin Hui was skeptical: "Really?"

"Well, really."

She immersed herself in struggling for a long time, still lacking courage, and bargained to Songran: "You are so familiar with Bubu, you should be familiar with Mr. He too? Or, would you convey my apology for me?"

Songran smiled embarrassingly: "Other things are okay, this thing really doesn't work, so what... me, he was blacked out by him."

Then he wiped his neck.

Lin Hui asked what was going on in surprise. He shrugged and said embarrassedly: "It's...I'll be with him, the relationship between neighbors is not very good. There was a disturbance two days ago and it was quite a big noise. The favorability rating has become negative. Now he especially does not wait to see me, and he hangs up when he hears my voice. If I come forward to apologize for you, it is estimated that you will not only lose your job, but also pay some extra money."

Lin Hui was shocked: "So serious? Don't you say that he is not embarrassing?"

Songran was slapped in the face by the speed of light and was quite embarrassed, so she had to pour dirty water on herself: "Uh, this...I am a special case, especially annoying."

Lin Hui immediately poured a bucket of clean water back: "Where, you are very popular! You see, you are handsome, good-tempered, and well-shaped. You can also coax your children. Together, you can score four and a half stars and put it on a blind date. The market is definitely hot money, Mr. He doesn't want to see you, he is blind, I will see you... You, do you have a girlfriend?"

Songran saw her digressing from the topic, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't interrupt, call."

Lin Hui chased after her, "Is there any?"

"No."

The little girl immediately became excited, and pink hearts appeared in her eyes: "It's a coincidence, I don't have a boyfriend either, should we give it a try?"

The confession of love came surging, without warning, like a thunder and wind. Songran was choked by her enthusiasm, and coughed repeatedly: "You...you called the phone first, and I'll talk about other things later."

Lin Hui took advantage of the fire and robbed him: "You promise me first!"

"I..." Songran couldn't stand it and was forced to move out of the Infiniti male god. "Lin Hui, I'm indeed single, but there are still people I have a crush on. I'm chasing them. Maybe I'll get out of it someday, so I can't tell you. Associate, understand?"

Lin Hui collapsed and turned her head depressed: "I understand, don't fight."

Songran, no matter how good his temper is, she was annoyed at this time, holding her breath and getting angry, she wanted to kneel down and call her grandmother three times: "Lin Hui, how old are you, can you be a little responsible? You made other people cry, okay, it's okay. , I will help you coax it. Now that I’m done coaxing, you wouldn’t even make a phone call to report that you are safe? Are you afraid that Dad He is worried?"

Lin Hui whispered: "You help me call."

Songran crashed back on the sofa and reached out to help his forehead: "I am a person lying on the blacklist, do you call me to block him?"

Lin Hui grabbed the skirt with both hands, lowered her head in embarrassment, twisting and making no sound. Songran lost her temper at all by her, raised the white flag and sighed: "Okay, you don't fight, I will fight."

Go and get your mobile phone.

"Don't don't don't, can't I fight it!"

Lin Hui was afraid that he would be angry, so he grabbed the phone and pressed the love dial button with lightning speed. The screen lights up, and a line of terrifying big characters jumps out-current call time: 1 hour, 39 minutes and 15 seconds.

1 hour, 39 minutes and 16 seconds.

1 hour, 39 minutes, 17 seconds.

1 hour, 39 minutes, 18 seconds.

...

The two of them stared at the screen, both petrified.

As the saying goes, true warriors dare to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood.

Unfortunately, Songran is not a warrior.

In fact, it only took him a second to recognize his identity as a counselor, ran away, slammed open a door, slammed it, and threw Lin Hui to face the blockbuster.

He stood against the wall in the dark, breathing fast, his cheeks burning violently.

That 1 hour 39 minutes 18 seconds...what did he say? He misinterpreted Lin Hui's meaning, told a lot of naive lies, fabricated Mr. He's "guilt" out of nothing, and even went on his behalf, and wrote a bunch of empty checks on behalf of Mr. He: accompany Bubu in the car and give Bubu a ride. Telling fairy tales, allowing Bobu to raise cats... The most terrible thing is that he just complained about Mr. He's small belly chicken intestines a minute ago, and even blocked him without answering the phone!

This time it was really dead.

Songran's heart collapsed, and he leaned his head back hard and hit the lighting switch on the wall. He heard a click, and the light of warm tones filled his vision.

The room he broke into was not too big, and the furnishings were simple. First, it was a large cream-colored tufted carpet. There was a recessed light strip on the bottom and the top of the wall on both sides, which extended to the white wall directly opposite and cast a side view. Dark soft light. The white wall is just a white wall, without any decoration other than a huge black frame of unknown meaning. There are a number of small downlights inlaid on the ceiling, exquisite and lovely, but the wattage is not high, and the heavy curtains are drawn together to form a vast starry sky.

The only furniture in the room is a set of camellia red cloth sofas, which are piled up with large soft pillows, no matter the color or material, they are full of appeal to the euphoria of mild skin hunger.

He walked slowly over, nestled into the corner of the sofa, grabbed a pillow and hugged it, and buried his face in silence.

咚咚咚.

A few minutes later, there were three knocks outside. Lin Hui came in and waved the children's mobile phone happily: "Song Ran, Mr. He is looking for you!"

He even knew his name.

Songran raised her face, her expression extremely unnatural: "Oh."

"Don't be so low, it's okay!" Lin Hui covered the microphone with her palm, leaned to his ear, and whispered quietly, "Mr. He is really nice. If I apologize, he will forgive me, and he will certainly forgive me. Yours! Come on!"

Speaking, patted Songran's shoulder, gave him an encouraging thumb, and ran out happily.

She was riding a tiger just now, and answered the phone with a mortal determination. Sure enough, she died heroically after ten seconds and was fired by Mr. He.

Although the news is terrible, it seems to be a deliberate proof of what Songran said as "not evil and evil". Mr. He adopted a very euphemistic way of expression, so that Lin Hui even thought at first that she was not about to be fired, but to be given a raise. After a while, I wondered where the misunderstanding was.

Mr. He has a gentle attitude, saying that it is inevitable for a young girl who has just entered society to make some mistakes. As long as she reflects on it in time, she can avoid making mistakes in the future.

Lin Hui was moved to tears.

Mr. He also said that he understands this and will provide the housekeeping company with a legitimate reason for dismissal that does not harm Lin Hui's reputation. In addition, she is also willing to pay 20% of her original salary as an "apology reward" to her-in the face of Songran.

He endorsed Songran in this way, hoping that Lin Hui would truly understand the value of an apology.

Lin Hui burst into tears, and she thanked me again and again while holding the phone, thinking that Songran would not deceive me. Mr. He is simply a man of good standards who can't be found under the kilowatt spotlight.

The so-called honey and arsenic are that Mr. He moved Lin Hui so much that he was so scared that Songran was so scared that he couldn't explain it clearly.

"He, he, Mr. He."

Songran tremblingly held the phone, stammering seriously.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said straight to the point: "Songran, I was in a meeting that afternoon."

"Open... a meeting?"

Song Ran blinked, his mind didn't turn around.

He Zhiyuan explained: "Didn't you call me two calls this afternoon? It was a coincidence. At that time, the company had a regular meeting of senior executives. My position had to be in the meeting and I couldn't get out of it, so I hung up both times. . If it’s a normal departmental meeting, even if you can’t leave, I will at least take the time to return you a text message... I’m really sorry.”

"So that's it!" Songran was both happy and depressed, and slammed his head on the sofa cushion, "I thought you, you..."

I thought you really disliked me.

He Zhiyuan couldn't finish listening to this half of the sentence, but his relieved tone let him know that this small misunderstanding brought more pressure to Song Ran than he thought.

He felt guilty and explained: "The regular meeting was a long time ago. By the time it was over, it was already past eight o'clock in the country. I was afraid that you were uncomfortable. I gave you a call back. Unfortunately, I didn't catch up. The kindergarten teacher picked it up. Song Ran , Please believe that I have never blacklisted you."

"Ah, that...that I just said nonsense." Songran was embarrassed and smiled blushingly. There was no silver three hundred taels here to tell herself, "You are so generous, you definitely won't care about me. Such a trivial matter...I, I wanted to complain, so I told Lin Hui that."

After picking it up and thinking about it, he has been struggling with things for a whole day. Is it really a matter? It's nothing more than a disagreement between friends, pinching the phone line and quarreling.

This kind of trivial matter of sesame mung bean crushed bran, placed in Mr. He's place, is probably not even ranked. People are busy and there is no time to black him out. It was because he was hit, his self-confidence was halved, his anxiety was doubled, and he automatically thought about the bad things, so he forgot the biggest possibility of "inconvenient to answer the phone".

Song Ran was ashamed.

How old are they, and they are as naive as a child, so I have to trouble Mr. He to come and coax him in person.

He hugged the big pillow in his arms, clamped it with his legs, and arched it another centimeter toward the corner of the sofa.

He Zhiyuan knew that he was hard-faced, and thoughtfully saved him face. He didn't expose him, and asked: "Call me at five o'clock in the morning. Is there anything urgent?"

Songran shook his head: "It's nothing, but you didn't forgive me last night. I think maybe my attitude was not sincere enough, so I called another one this morning and wanted to apologize solemnly to you again. Mr. He, I shouldn’t force you to agree with my family view. As you said, it’s normal for everyone to have different experiences and differences in family views. They should respect each other. Now I am willing to ask you for common ground while reserving differences. Can you forgive me for being rude that day? "

He Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "Yes, I forgive you."

He agreed so readily that Songran was still immersed in thinking about what to say in the next round. Hearing the word "forgive", he was startled for a while before slowly relaxing.

"Uh, in addition to apologizing, there is...I still want to..." Songran bit a shallow mark on her lips and made a second request nervously, "It might be a bit late to say this, but I... …I like Boob very much. If you’re busy at work at night and don’t have time to accompany him, can you let him come to my house? I can help you take care of him, tell him stories, teach him painting, and wash before going to bed Send it back sweetly."

He Zhiyuan said: "Yes."

Songran gained a little confidence and took a step forward cautiously: "Then...Also, it's Lin Hui's turn to take a vacation in the future. Can you find my contemporary class nanny? I work voluntarily, free of charge and guaranteed 24 hours. On duty, no penny is charged!"

He didn't know that Lin Hui was fired at this time. The reason is obvious: when Lin Hui gave her mobile phone, the spring breeze was overwhelming with joy, and she praised Mr. He for his tolerance. Songran acquiesced that she was forgiven, happy for her, but also sad for herself, and was jealous for three seconds. Everyone had made a mistake. The only difference was that Lin Hui cried the little one, and he angered the big one. In the end, Lin Hui was fine. He was unfortunately unemployed, which shows how realistic life is and how **** it is.

He Zhiyuan couldn't hear the resentment in his heart, and smiled and asked, "Do you like Boob so much?"

Songran nodded: "I like it."

If he is straight, the biggest dream in this life is to give birth to a cute baby like Bobo, holding it in the palm of his hand, giving him all the love, so that he will fly to the sky.

He Zhiyuan asked again: "What do you like him?"

Songran said: "I like the way he depends on me."

"rely on you?"

He Zhiyuan thought he would hear descriptions such as smart, cute, innocent and innocent, but the word "dependence" was really not in his imagination.

"Yeah." Songran nodded slightly, "I know it might be a little narcissistic to say that, but... Boob seems to depend on me. He sees me closely, without a sense of distance, and always loves me. Throwing on me, leaning on me, crying in front of me, telling me what I’m saying, probably because I think I can understand it. I just thought, I can be relied on by such a little angel. Fortunately, I have to protect him with my heart and not let him down."

He Zhiyuan was silent for a while, holding a coffee cup, and slowly drank most of it: "Songran, frankly speaking, I can hardly imagine how you and Boob established this kind of intimate relationship in two or three days. This is beyond me. The scope of understanding. But I must admit that the fact is-Bobo is very dependent on you. You have noticed a lot of details that I have overlooked. Therefore, I must apologize for the previous dispute."

"He, Mr. He?"

Songran didn't expect him to say that.

He Zhiyuan laughed self-deprecatingly: “I’m obviously overconfident. At my age, most of my colleagues have children at home. Every day I hear them complain about their children’s troubles. They make trouble during the day and cry at night. Bu hasn’t been like this since I was a child, and it’s very worry-free. I didn’t go deep into the reason, but simply thought that I was more talented than other parents, and I had no knowledge of raising children. Now it seems that I think things are too simple. ."

Reproduction is an instinct, but nurturing is not.

Parenting is more like a sweet experience and practice, starting from the moment a baby is born, there is no shortcut to learn by yourself.

"Songran, your keenness and frankness have helped me a lot. Out of the selfishness of the parents, I prefer to let Bobu stay with you and be taken care of by you." He Zhiyuan said, "All day, 24 hours, at your home ."

Songran's eyes widened: "You...you mean..."

"I mean, with the approval of the legal guardian, from now on, Bobo is your little treasure."

Happiness came too suddenly, like a rainstorm in summer without warning, splashing candy on his face. Like a dream, he grabbed the big pillow in his arms hard: "You are serious, serious, and honest, don't you joke or tease me?"

He Zhiyuan laughed: "I promise to be serious, serious, and honest. I won't make jokes or tease you. If you don't rest assured, I can officially invite you again."

He cleared his throat and said the same as the previous time: "Songran, there is a four-year-old boy named Bubu in my family, would you like to help me..."

"Willing willingly!"

Songran promised, happy to faint.

He and Mr. He reached a wonderful reconciliation. In the next ten days, there will be a cute little catworm beside him, cute and soft, chasing all over the room and calling his brother to comb his hair and feed him. Meals and baths. Every morning he eats the small wontons he packs, rides his bicycle to the kindergarten, pesters him to tell stories every night, sleeps with his arms around him, and bows his head to smell the reassuring milk scent.

And Mr. He.

He received a hard-won forgiveness, and when Mr. He returned home, he happened to meet him at the door one day, at least he could say hello in a friendly manner.

Songran thought of this, feeling satisfied, and rolled around on the sofa in an extremely unimaginative manner. After the rolling, she felt a strong sense of unreality: "So...the matter is solved?"

"Solved." He Zhiyuan replied, "faster than you thought?"

Songran said happily, "Much soon, I thought I would wait until the next life."