Pastel Colours

Day0821:23

As soon as this was said, the benches in the emergency hall seemed to have been automatically coated with a layer of 502 glue, which firmly stuck to Songran's pants, and couldn't pull them off. Songran sat there waiting very aggrieved, and five minutes later, he was picked up by someone sent by He Zhiyuan.

He was picked up by a young doctor named Zhan Yuwen.

As the name suggests, Dr. Zhan is gentle in appearance, meticulous, rigorous and responsible. His only shortcoming is that he has a slightly boring personality, he likes to walk around, and he is very reluctant to speak while driving, playing music and not talking. Songran squeezed his nameless anger, and wanted to say bad things about Mr. He. Then I thought, Dr. Zhan was a pastor sent by the enemy camp to recruit security. He was definitely not a friendly army, so he swallowed the bad words back and lay depressed behind. Seat, try to incubate the egg with body temperature.

The road bypass lights are extinguished, flashing and flashing past the windows as the vehicle speeds, making people drowsy.

Songran quickly lowered his head, sleeping unconsciously with the seat belt on his chest. In his sleep, the car seemed to stop. Someone woke him up, helped him get out of the car, and somehow tossed him all the way. When he regained his consciousness, he was already lying on the bed.

"Wake up? Do you want to vomit?"

Zhan Yuwen stood by the bed with a cup of warm water in hand, shaking the plastic bag.

Songran said no, Zhan Yuwen put the water cup on the bedside table, put away the plastic bag, and then took out a shiny thermometer: "The problem is not big. It may not be a symptom of chickenpox. It may just be a fever caused by a cold. Take your temperature."

Songran asked: "Where is Bobo?"

The base of his tongue was cold, the thermometer was inserted, and he gently bit the glass tube.

Zhan Yuwen replied: "Bubu is sleeping at his own house tonight, and Lin Hui is responsible for taking care of him. He can come over after checking your history of chickenpox."

"Oh." Songran was depressed and slipped into the quilt silently, "Doctor Zhan, thank you today."

Zhan Yuwen shrugged as if nothing had happened: "No thanks. I'm Mr. He's family doctor, taking care of you and Bubu is my serious job."

He spoke naturally, but Songran turned his head awkwardly-why does this sound so strange?

Zhan Yuwen pretended not to see his embarrassment and asked: "Can you sleep on your sofa?"

Songran heard that he was going to stay overnight, and said quickly: "No need, you can go home and rest. I am fine now, and I will contact you if something happens!"

"Oh, this is the situation." Zhan Yuwen coughed slightly, bent down with her hands in her pockets, and approached Songran's ears, and whispered quietly, "Ms. Lin Huilin of your family is really cute. I just ate it. An omelet that she made by herself is still unfinished, and I still want to eat a few more meals."

With a look of astonishment on his face, Song Ran almost broke the thermometer.

Is this human-like Doctor Gao Leng a sorrowful pervert wearing a mask?

Zhan Yuwen took off the "mask" and blinked sly fox eyes at him: "For my personal happiness, please trouble you to keep this secret for me."

Song Ran: "Okay, okay."

Anyway, Dr. Zhan is at least a straight man. For Lin Hui, who has been chasing three gays in a row, it is not easy enough to recruit a straight man who takes the initiative to chase her.

You can't beat Mandarin Duck, absolutely not!

Songran's favorability for Zhan Yuwen rose back to eighty points, and he kindly threw out an olive branch: "The sofa is too shabby, why don't you sleep in my bed? I'll give you half of it."

Zhan Yuwen's ears slammed the alarm bell, and said in his heart, where is my bear heart and leopard daring to sleep with you, President He can't tear me up?

He misunderstood the relationship between Songran and He Zhiyuan a little deeper, and declined without showing a trace on the excuse that he could not get used to other people's beds. Songran had to withdraw the invitation, pulled out the thermometer, pointed to the closet and said, "There are quilts and pillows in it. You can make the sofa a bit thicker to sleep, and turn on the air conditioner when it is cold at night. The remote control is in the drawer of the coffee table. Also, protect you. My cat is more noisy. If you are hungry in the morning, you may step on your face."

"sure."

Zhan Yuwen agreed casually and didn't really listen to this kind advice. He took the thermometer and glanced at the scale, cast a "rest assured, can't die" look at Songran, turned around and took the quilt from the closet, carried the quilt with one hand and put one hand in his pocket, and went out very handsomely.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, but goes like a thread.

Songran had a fever injection that night, and her body temperature first dropped off a cliff, and then climbed up like a rocket. It was like throwing it into the refrigerator or the oven and squatting. After a night of cold and heat, it was basically a waste.

Early the next morning, a sad scream broke through his eardrums, and Songran sat up in fright. He was full of colorful spots, and large chaotic stains reflected on the wall, deformed and overlapped for a while, making him feel dizzy.

Now let him stare at the palette with his naked eyes, it is estimated that red and green are not clear.

When the door opened, Little Cyclone Bobo rushed in, jumped onto the bed like a bouncing ball, plunged into Songran's arms, and said coquettishly: "Brother, I haven't seen you all night, I miss you so much!"

There were a few more rashes on the child's face, painted with white ointment, just like a passionate little Dalmatian.

Songran held him firmly and said with a smile: "My brother misses you too much."

Zhan Yuwen's high-decibel screaming in the living room hasn't stopped, and the panting sound is broken into pieces, as if breathless. Lin Hui laughed unscrupulously beside her, how she listened to how she gloated.

Songran suspected that Bu Dudou had stepped on Zhan Yuwen's face early in the morning, or even more simply, sat on the face of a man.

This happened before.

As he was thinking, the suspect leaped into the bed lightly, stepped on the pillow and walked to him, staring at him arrogantly with a pair of blue eyes, without any guilt in it. Seeing Songran motionless, Budou meowed twice, his head bent down, and he was about to slam into it hard.

Before the comet hit the earth, Songran reacted promptly and quickly directed Boob to open a can of tuna.

With a move of Budou's nose, it turned into an arrow from the string, chasing the smell of the can and passed.

so close.

This comet was twelve kilograms, almost maimed.

Two minutes later, Songran suddenly realized that Zhan Yuwen's tragic scream was probably pretending, just to make Lin Hui smile. Because when Zhan Yuwen walked into the bedroom with a fried dough stick and looked at Budoudou who was squatting next to him eating, his calm and contemptuous expression was like a cat is air.

That's right. Eight hundred serious doctors have done a lot of autopsy. How could they be afraid of a cat?

Dr. Zhan's thoughts should belong to cats.

"Cat" Zhan Yuwen gave Songran a simple health check. It was concluded that she had a bad cold, but chickenpox could be ruled out, but Songran was still worried. Zhan Yuwen sat down by the bed and told him, “You had chickenpox in November 2002 and had antibodies. Although the immunity rate is not 100%, Bobu’s symptoms are very mild and the probability of infection is not high.”

Songran was puzzled: "How do you know?"

Zhan Yuwen spread his hands: "I don't know, but Mr. He knows your family. He checked it for you yesterday."

Songran touched her hot forehead, and she couldn't understand more.

He had said that he had no father or mother and was born in a welfare institution, but he didn't reveal any more information. Mr. He doesn't even know where he is, how can he find out his medical history?

Seeing him frowned, Zhan Yuwen couldn't help but feel happy: "Are you doubting President He's strength? Let's put it this way, as long as a computer and a network cable, there is no data that we can't find, including your medical history."

"I... my medical record?!"

Song Ran opened his eyes wide, his face was stiff, and his mind exploded.

Zhan Yuwen didn’t notice the sudden change in his expression, and went on and said: “He is always an expert in data security. In other words, being a hacker is also a first-class level. As soon as he hung up the phone last night, he tried to find your medical record. . Don’t worry, you have chickenpox antibodies on your body and the risk of getting them is very small.”

"……Oh."

Song Ran nodded blankly, then fell silent.

He stopped talking, grabbed the bedding with both hands, bowed into the warm, soft and dark place, covered his face, hugged his knees, curled himself up, shaking slightly.

In his medical record, there is a secret that he does not want to show to others.

It is not a serious disease.

Not serious.

Songran convinced himself countless times that he was just sick for too long, and he didn't really heal, and occasionally broke out, which would disturb life a little bit. But he already knows how to exercise restraint, carefully cover up, never be noticed by others, and rarely receive strange looks again.

But this secret, he only didn't want to be known by Mr. He.

He is not as good as before.

If a perfect child has small defects, he is still loved. And a child with many defects, originally on the verge of being accepted or rejected by others, if there is another unsatisfactory one...

No one knows what will end.

Songran felt that he was a matryoshka doll, well hidden under seven or eight layers of gorgeous shell. Since meeting Bobu, the situation has started to get out of control, and the shell has been peeled away layer by layer. He is naked in front of Mr. He and can no longer hide the true appearance inside.

This afternoon, Song Ran was sleeping very restlessly.

He had a series of bizarre nightmares, one after another, without any respite.

In the dream, the zigzag corridor and faded door of the orphanage turned into a rotating kaleidoscope, extending from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, layered on top of each other, flashing endlessly, full of suffocating despair. He couldn't distinguish the southeast and northwest, and ran away desperately until he was exhausted, only to catch a ray of light at an accidental moment.

He ran in the direction of the bright light, broke through the imprisonment, and stopped abruptly.

In front of me was an "apple showroom"-a place where parents who came to adopt and met with orphans. He had been here several times before, and since the last time he broke up, he has never had a chance to come in again.

Across a narrow door glass, he saw Mr. He sitting inside holding Bobo, talking with the teacher of the orphanage.

"We are missing a family member. I heard he is here, so we came to take him home."

Mr. He explained his intentions gently.

The teacher at the orphanage shook his head firmly: "Sorry, he is not here."

lie!

I'm obviously here!

Songran was afraid to miss them, and was too anxious to reach out and push the door. Before his finger touched the doorknob, an invisible force suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him back hard. The "Apple Showroom" got farther and farther away from him. In the end, he fell into that colorful and terrifying kaleidoscope again, wrapped in a cobweb-like corridor, and swallowed by a dark doorway.

Wooden window frames, rust fences, and iron canopy beds on top and bottom.

The daylight is dim, and the corners of the walls are leaking.

This is where he lived for ten years.

He heard the sound of the padlock, and rushed to beat the door madly, causing the ashes to fall. But the icy voice outside issued a ruling, telling him that you have no chance and we can't take the risk and let you perform another illness in front of the father and son.

They don't need rotten apples.

Songran, did you know that that cute little boy wanted a really sunny and cheerful brother-real, not from a depressed inner performance. And Mr. He, just standing there, he attracted countless envy eyes. All kinds of high-quality men and women passed by him. He raised his hand and his arms were snuggled.

You have no education, no savings, or even a healthy mental state. How do you deserve that coveted position.

We will eventually find a good apple that matches it and complete his family.

And you must stay here alone.

Wait and see far away.