Pastel Colours

Day0423:18

Song Ran was deeply entangled.

Ask yourself, do you want to see Mr. He?

miss you.

Dare to press the switch?

Dare not.

Both answers are unambiguous, but they are incompatible with each other. Songran didn't understand why, and was wobbly in pain. Before he could make a decision, the door was accidentally opened. Bobu wearing a little yellow duck pajamas appeared at the door, pouting and sucking his nose, tears streaming down his eyes. Glared at him.

He was confused: "Boob, what's wrong with this?"

"Big liar!" Boob accused him, blinking his eyelids, and falling a few tears, "I said that I can see you when I wake up, I...I've been awake twice!"

His chest was bulging, his lips tightened, his small face twisted into a wrinkled little old man, watching the dark clouds loom over the city, lightning and thunder, it would take another second to change to rainstorm.

Songran had promised to sleep with him before, and he had a good chat with Mr. He halfway through, and turned his head to forget the child. As soon as Boob cried, his guilt poked into his heart like a needle. How could he take care of Mr. He, pick up the child and coax gently, wiping away tears and apologizing.

Bubu knows that Songran is petting him, and it is rare to do so. The little temper that he didn't dare to make in front of his father and the nanny before vented out. He made a fuss, and it took a long time to stop crying. The little sobbing sound kept on showing that he was still unhappy and still aggrieved.

"Brother knows that I was wrong, so I will accompany you to sleep." Songran pretended to be pitiful, "Bubu forgive brother once, okay?"

With tears hanging in Bubu, he raised a short finger: "Just once."

"Once, just once!"

Songran hurriedly carried Bubu back to the bedroom, turned off the light, covered the quilt, and coaxed him to sleep in the quiet darkness. It wasn't until the child hugged his arm to breathe evenly that he remembered that Mr. He seemed to have been thrown into the corner of the horn along with his mobile phone.

After that, points will be deducted again.

Songran first moved his arms and then his legs, sneaking out of bed, and the cat sneaked out with her waist. The child’s mobile phone was left in the small theater. He picked it up and pressed a button, and the call did not stop. The cumulative time on the screen has increased to 2 hours and 23 minutes.

"Hey, Mr. He, are you still listening?"

Song Ran asked softly.

There was a quick reply: "Listening."

The tone is calm, without impatience, and without the slightest anger.

Songran settled down a little bit and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I'm going to sleep with Bubu, or we will...re...er, call?"

He wanted to say "video", but he was inexplicably ashamed. The two words stuck in his throat for a long time, but he didn't hold back.

He Zhiyuan took the initiative to say for him: "Videos are also fine."

Songran blushed: "Ok... OK."

At this point in the conversation, it was time to hang up. The handset was silently blank for a few seconds. Both parties did not speak, but did not hang up. Songran is an emotionally sensitive person, holding a mobile phone and don't know what to do. He Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Thanks for your hard work today, rest early, so that Bubu wakes up later and can't find you... Good night. "

When he said the word "night", He Zhiyuan made a very tired and **** bubble sound, Songran's ears were crisp, a strong numbness rushed down the cervical spine to the lower abdomen, and his jeans were obviously tight.

"Night...good night!"

He hung up the phone in a panic, breathing quickly.

One day later, in this small theater, Songran leaned on Mr. He’s shoulder to watch an old movie. When the ending subtitles floated, he asked: "That day... is the fourth day we know each other. If I really Press the switch and see you, is there any difference between us?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at him, his eyes were deep, and love rushed into a sea of ​​night.

He said: "If you really press it, we will have an ordinary first sight. I am wearing a nightgown, without brushing my teeth, without washing my face, without shaving, and I am as decadent as other rough men. You suddenly found out, The male **** in your mind doesn't seem to have any charm in private, just ordinary, just a little more glamorous clothes, and a little more high-end outfit. So you are no longer fascinated by me."

Songran grabbed his neck and defended his precious first love: "I won't!"

"really?"

Songran insisted: "Really!"

"That's even worse." He Zhiyuan lifted his chin and touched his lips like a dragonfly. "When you see that'I', you will probably be as timid as a mouse and hide the true Songran. Become a very good student with three good things. From then on, he took a stern look, trembling, and worked out how to earn impression points in front of me. I couldn't complain, and I swallowed back when I was a bastard, and the presumptuous and cute chatter was even more inaudible. . Thinking about it this way, it’s actually pretty bad, right?"

Songran reflexively wanted to argue, and when it came to his lips, he felt that He Zhiyuan was right - at that time, he was far from suitable to meet "Mr. He".

No matter how fanatical the appearance, the infatuation based on one-sided bond is always too shallow. He is immature and has not gotten rid of his emotional inferiority complex. "That Mr. He" obliterated his sanity with just one face. If he sat down and talked, he could not imagine how he would react.

Perhaps kneeling, looking up, blindly speculating about Mr. He’s preferences in the chaos, filling himself in a seemingly ideal mold, acting pretentiously as a "qualified suitor", afraid of making mistakes, making frequent mistakes, and finally going the same way. , Passing away with the blessings that were almost obtained.

It's more than bad, it's tragic.

Songran felt terrified, biting his collar toward He Zhiyuan's chest, trying to arch most of his body into the other's hot arms. He Zhiyuan held him tightly against each other, his fingers meshed like gears, and his body temperature poured in from every gap in the sweater knitting thread. Under the warm light from the head, the camellia red sofa fabric against the skin, showing large patches of pale pink.

He rubbed the back of He Zhiyuan's hand and asked softly: "If I really hide, would you still like it?"

He Zhiyuan was happy: "Why, do you think I can't catch a rabbit going into the hole?"

Hearing this, Songran's drooping eyelashes trembled, and then trembled again. He didn't look up, only tightened He Zhiyuan's slender fingers. He laughed for a while, bent his knees, and pushed hard against He Zhiyuan's waist, saying, "You are a rabbit!"

On the fourth night they met, Songran could not see his Mr. He.

It was a spring night in April, and there was still a hint of winter cold in the air, and the white magnolias in S City had begun to bloom. The scent of the flowers was light and then strong, permeating along the empty streets under street lights. On the twelfth floor of the fifth building of Bishuiwanju, lying in the hot duvet, hugging a small cloth, she had a dream of watercolor texture.

The color of the dream is smoldering, the tone is bright, and the sunlight penetrates the large floor-to-ceiling glass and spills into every corner of the living room. The cat stretched his limbs, turned his chubby waist lazily, and sunbathes the front side for a while and the back side for a while.

In the ears is the ding-dong sound of a music box, and the tiptoe ballerina spins in the center of the box.

On the coffee table in the living room, there are a bunch of gypsophila, two fairy tale books, and three cute animal mugs. The three mugs are a set of chubby chipmunks. Dolls and pine cones were scattered on the carpet, kneeling in the middle, accompanied Bubu together with building blocks to build a castle, cups and plates in the kitchen not far away, a strange man with tall stature and broad shoulders was standing in Liuli In front of the stage, making coffee while frying eggs.

He turned his back to Songran, his face is unknown, but Songran knew that if he turned around, he would like that face.

When Song Ran is indulged in dreams, a new day across the ocean has just begun. The employees of SwordarcInc were surprised to find that their CTO was in a strange mood today.

At nine o'clock in the morning, along with the loud noise of tires rubbing against the concrete floor, all the employees on the first floor witnessed a gorgeous drift into the warehouse. The black, red and gold three-color coat of arms flashed a dazzling light under the scorching sun, appearing extremely swagger. In fact, drifting into the warehouse is not a rare thing in the company, because CarlKraus's daily debut program is this, but the person who gets out of the car is replaced by He Zhiyuan, which is a bit weird.

It turns out that Mr. He’s rolling Carl in a corner is not a fake.

Mr. Carl of the saucy bag finished drifting at 9:08 and received an abnormal comforting sound. He was puzzled, and even his light chestnut hair was dimmed a little. He listened to the news about He Zhiyuan and stepped into the R&D department. He saw the person at the center of the topic leaning on the table, holding a cup of coffee and putting his hands in his pants pockets, chatting happily with his subordinates.

After the subordinates left, Carl frowned and squeezed He Zhiyuan's shoulders hard: "Let me see, Guatemalan coffee beans, two cubes of sugar, a honey muffin, and chat with people before work... I bet , Your soul has been swapped with my grandmother."

He Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "Then your grandmother's drifting technique is really good."

Carl was overjoyed and said with a thumbs up: "Can't hold back anymore? Do you want to come after the conference? As usual, Sonoma circuit, modified car."

He Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's really not good this time, Bobu is still waiting for me to go home, so I can't stay for more one day."

Carl shrugged disappointedly.

Bobu’s baby was not so worry-free. As a close friend of He Zhiyuan, Carl had been urinated and didn’t know how many clothes he had, leaving a painful psychological shadow. He also broke off the idea of ​​raising a baby. However, out of his strong classmate friendship, he still loves He Zhiyuan's little baby.

"No problem, don't embarrass our good dad." Carl skipped the topic and continued to cross-examine. "So, I am so happy today, the stocks have earned?"

He Zhiyuan spread his hands: "AI concept stocks have been rising for half a month."

Carl thought divergently and thought of another possibility: "Could it be that all the technical problems have been solved? Tsk tusk, it doesn't look like it."

He turned his head, looked around at all the people in the R&D department, and maintained his consistent evaluation: "Hell on earth."

"Okay, don't guess. Just care about your own work. I will share the good news with you as soon as possible." He Zhiyuan put down the cup and patted Carl's hand on his shoulder. See you in the second meeting room in minutes. I sincerely hope that the last two untimely jokes have been deleted from your speech, otherwise, in order to restore the company's image, I will have to mock you in my own section."

Carl was hit hard: "Can't you keep it?"

He Zhiyuan smiled politely: "No."