Pastel Colors

Day0422:37

It took less than 5 minutes from connecting the phone to resolving the misunderstanding.This straightforward and efficient way of communication made Songran feel happy, and it also greatly increased his favorability with Mr. He.

As an illustrator, Songran has suffered a lot from communication failures.Last year, I was unlucky for a period of time. I met some draftees who had no idea in the early stage, asked questions casually, and were critical and dissatisfied in the later stage. No", it was really a mouthful of old blood in my heart, I couldn't spit it out or swallow it back, I just wanted to grab the paintbrush and insert it into the opponent's Tianling Cap.

Every time I stay up late to revise a manuscript, Songran will hold a ceremony, inserting brushes No. 4, No. 6, and No. 8 side by side to form three sticks of incense, praying devoutly that the next order will be more reliable, and it is best to write down the details in one breath I told him everything, so as not to bother his frail little body any more.

If everyone was as straightforward and straightforward as Mr. He, and went straight to the point in everything, the world would have been peaceful long ago.

When Songran is in a good mood, he speaks fast. As soon as he opened the chatter box, he chanted to Mr. He like a rabbit with three petals, saying that it was so sad to send Bubu to school today, and he knew that there was an important call waiting for him He, he must get rid of the bad habit of getting up early, sleep for half an hour and return to the cage before going out.

"Who said the early bird catches the worm?" He looked sullen, "I starved to death just because I got up too early."

He Zhiyuan's eyes slowly smiled, and he took the empty cup to the kitchen to wash it, halfway, a cunning thought broke into his mind: "I have a very simple way to prevent this kind of situation from happening, do you want to know? "

Song Ran immediately excited: "What way?"

He Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes: "Would you mind telling me your mobile phone number?"

"Hand, phone number... Hey, that's right!"

Song Ran patted the pillow, and suddenly realized - knowing the mobile phone number, they no longer need to rely on the simple function of the children's mobile phone. Of course, Mr. He can contact him at any time.

He quickly called out a series of numbers. He Zhiyuan was washing the coffee cup, couldn't move his hands, so he followed it silently and memorized the eleven-digit number: "Okay, I'll remember it. You have a pen and paper at hand Well, remember my number too, if you encounter any troubles that you can't solve these days, call me in time."

"You, your number..."

Song Ran hesitated, a little hesitant.

To be honest, how could he not want Mr. He's mobile phone number?But Mr. He really gave it to him. Even if they officially exchanged contact information, it may not be too strange from the perspective of the employer and the nanny, but Ke Songran always feels... always feels that there is a bit of elusive meaning in it , for example, can he take the opportunity to go further with Mr. He...

Ah, it really is spring, and I want to fall in love and want to go crazy, even married straight men are terribly included in the scope of obscenity!

The little virgin was full of embarrassment, lowered his head and covered half of his face.

After thinking about it, he decided to restrain himself and nip any thoughts that should not have been in the bud: "Mr. He, you don't need to give me your number. I will take good care of Bubu and not trouble you."

He Zhiyuan laughed when he heard the words: "I think, 'Trouble me' is also a good way to take care of Bubu. You see, as Bobu's father, I am naturally a high-quality resource. Number of times, are you sure you want to leave such a good resource like me unused, busy yourself and let me sit back and enjoy it?"

This reason sounds quite convincing, but why is the weirdness more obvious?

Song Ran couldn't figure it out, and tugged at the ends of her hair in distress.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Zhiyuan said again: "Songran, trust me, you will need me. No matter how sensible Bubu is, he is still young and more prone to accidents than adults. No one can tell when an urgent matter will come. , in case you catch a cold and have a fever, it will last you a few days."

When it came to Boubo's safety, Song Ran immediately changed his mind, thinking that the phone number was not only justified, but also very important.He was ashamed of the previous nonsense, took out his mobile phone, tapped down Mr. He's number, confirmed it three times, and then stared blankly at the "contact name".

Mr. He's surname is He, but what is his name?

"Uh, He... Dad? Can I write He Dad as a note?" He asked, "Or Mr. He?"

"He Zhiyuan." The other side replied generously, "Jabehe, Zhiyuan is so peaceful."

Songran's hands were fast, and he deleted the word "father" in response, and began to rummage through the screen full of Chinese characters: "Zhi... Yuan... ah, I found it!"

He pressed "Save" and looked at the words "He Zhiyuan" on the screen. The corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly, showing a smile that he didn't realize: "Your name is so elegant, it was given by the elders in the family." ?"

"'you'."

Song Ran was stunned: "Ah? I took it? How...how is it possible?"

He Zhiyuan was almost defeated by his cuteness, and the cup almost fell into the sink: "It's not the name, it's the address-don't use 'you', use 'you'. From the first phone call, you have been Call me by an honorific title. I am indeed a little older than you, but in terms of relationship, we are neighbors and friends, so there is no need to be so polite."

"Oh, ok... ok."

Song Ran nodded in agreement.

He thought that Mr. He was older than him and had a higher social status than him, so he couldn't make a mistake in addressing him as "you".But calling it that way after a close relationship does seem too unfamiliar, and even more impolite.So he took the initiative to correct the mistake and practiced saying: "You... uh, you..."

He Zhiyuan held the empty cup in his left hand and the handle of the dishwasher in his right, waiting patiently for him to continue.

Song Ran didn't think about what to say, and after struggling to "you" for a long time, he asked a short but very powerful question: "Are you...have you dressed?"

After asking, he slapped himself crisply.

Even though He Zhiyuan was well-informed, this time he was really stunned for a while, and then he laughed out loud, ready to answer "no clothes" to tease him.Before he could speak, there was a burst of collapsed howling from the opposite side: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that! Absolutely not! I just... I mean... that, you, you, you got up You have to get dressed, and when you get dressed, uh, you have to eat breakfast...you, have you had breakfast?!"

The tweeter stopped broadcasting, and both sides fell into an awkward silence at the same time.

At first, He Zhiyuan didn't feel too embarrassed, he just became curious about Song Ran's erratic brain circuit, and after the howling that was about to be concealed, every word seemed to add fuel to the fire, so much so that now he could smell it through the phone. To the burning embarrassment.

This neighbor is too personal.

He Zhiyuan is a gentleman, he always gives a step if he can, and never does things that expose people's faults or refute their faces.He smiled nonchalantly, pretending to believe Songran's explanation: "The company provides breakfast, and I usually go to the company to eat."

"Then... well, is it delicious?"

The embarrassment continued to ferment, and Song Ran bit the bullet to find a topic in order to save face.

He Zhiyuan answered negatively and shrugged: "There are many varieties, honey toast, croissants, oatmeal, fried eggs, smoked bacon, vegetable juice... The advantage is balanced nutrition and sufficient calories, but the disadvantage is that it is too American. The taste is definitely not as good as the little wontons you wrapped."

"Really?"

The small handmade wonton workshop was rated as five stars by Mr. He, crushing the modern standard large kitchen.Little Chef Song was so flattered that he couldn't control himself, and the remaining embarrassment disappeared in an instant: "If you like it, you can come to my house every morning after you return to China..."

He Zhiyuan pointed out again: "'You'."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Song Ran lightly bit the tip of her tongue as a punishment for herself, and quickly corrected the slip of the tongue, "When 'you' returns to China, you can come to my house every morning...to eat small wontons."

"Okay." He Zhiyuan readily accepted the invitation, "I'm very happy."

After tidying up the kitchen and returning to the living room, He Zhiyuan glanced at the wall, and suddenly stopped, showing a bit of surprise - the surveillance screen had changed at some point, Song Ran's clear face was projected on the wall, and he was serious Staring at him, no, staring at Xiao Q's front camera.

The young man has a good appearance, because he is not very old, with a little lively childishness between his eyebrows and eyes, he looks radiant, but in the camera, he is a little funny.

In order to expand the monitoring area, Xiao Q is equipped with a wide-angle fisheye lens, and the picture will produce a certain degree of distortion.A mature correction algorithm is used in engineering, and the distortion is usually not serious, but Song Ran is too close to the camera, and the nose almost touches it, causing the facial features to be distorted, and the whole face is fattened around, looking round.

But even such a deformed face is full of bright and vigorous vitality.

Songran's eyelashes are dense and long, the ends are naturally upturned, and the eyes underneath are black and clear, clearer than amber under the soft light, reminiscent of a newborn deer.Because he didn't know that the camera was on, curiosity or admiration flowed through these eyes unobstructed, which was especially frank and charming.

Being stared at by such eyes, He Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, his chest was stuffy, as if he was pressing a heavy stone, but he could hardly suppress some kind of sprouting, long-lost emotion.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Songran in the picture tilted his head and smiled: "Guess."

He Zhiyuan pretended not to guess: "Looking at the stars on the balcony?"

"The smog is so heavy, where are the stars for me to see?" Song Ran smiled brighter, "I'm looking at your robot."

Just now, after inspecting the living room, Xiao Q slowly moved to the door of the room.Lin Hui didn't close the door tightly when she left, leaving a gap, and it came in generously.Song Ran happened to be bored rubbing the pillow. Seeing that it was white and round like a boiled egg with its shell removed, she became more playful. She stretched out her legs to stop Xiao Q, squatted in front of it, and began to size up this harmless cute creature. .

He Zhiyuan asked: "What's your impression?"

"Hmm..." Songran's eyes moved slightly, he glanced up and down at Xiao Q for a while, then jumped back a few steps, bent his knuckles and tapped his chin lightly, looked carefully and said, "It's different from what I imagined. I I thought robots were like, uh, human beings from science fiction movies, with two arms and two legs, and a stiff fake face."

"Do you prefer dolls?"

Song Ran closed her eyes and imagined for a second, then suddenly her hairs stood on end, she shook her head and said: "I don't like it! There is a humanoid machine at home, and in the middle of the night, I would be scared to death when I saw it, and panicked. It's still Xiao Q who recruits people like this. I like it, the shape is simple, like a big silkworm cocoon, no matter how you look at it, it's cute, right?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Xiao Q's smooth shell.

Mr. He then told him: "There is a theory in the field of robotics called uncanny valley, which refers to the fact that human beings will have a strong fear of a machine that is very human-like, and then feel repelled, so when designing the appearance, it is generally divided into two parts: There are two genres, one takes the extreme simulation route, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the other completely abandons the human appearance and takes a minimalist route, just like Xiao Q."

Song Ran roughly understood it, and paid more admiration to He Zhiyuan: "Mr. He, you are so amazing."

He Zhiyuan corrected for the third time: "'You'."

"Ah, sorry!"

Song Ran stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

Unaware that he was exposed to the camera, Little Chef Song was in high spirits, sitting cross-legged, harassing the big silkworm cocoon, touching here, knocking there, asking questions from east to west.Seeing that he liked his work, He Zhiyuan patiently answered the same question no matter how amateurish the question was.

"There is a row of blue lights here, on top of the LOGO. What's the use of going dark and then back on again every few seconds?"

He Zhiyuan replied: "That's a breathing light, which means the camera is working."

"Camera..." Song Ran looked left and right in the screen, as if looking for the camera, and suddenly the wall darkened, and a finger swiped across the front of the camera, and quickly swiped back, "Is this it? "

In the next moment, Songran's face suddenly changed, and then there was a loud "pop", and the whole wall was black.

He Zhiyuan took the phone away, shook his shoulders and laughed.

When the projection screen was turned on again, the lens was covered with a thick layer of water vapor. When the water vapor dissipated, the screen was already empty, only the camellia red cloth sofa, thick woven curtains, curved wooden walls, and recessed light strips could be seen—— Song Ran hides.

He Zhiyuan stood with arms folded, calmly waiting on the spot.

After a while, the monitoring screen began to rotate automatically, and the camera swiped 180 degrees to freeze at the original position behind Xiao Q, and Song Ran's dumbfounded face appeared in the center of the screen again.

"Why is it still spinning around!"

Song Ran roared in shame, stretched out his hand to cover it, and firmly blocked the camera, his two earlobes quickly burned red, and his cheeks were so hot that they could bake a pot of scallion pancakes.

He Zhiyuan said happily: "What are you hiding, how old are you still shy?"

Song Ran pulled out a thread from his chaotic thoughts, and felt that he had overreacted a bit. If this continues, his unreasonable thoughts about Mr. He will be exposed.He calmed down, silently recited "good neighborliness and friendship, harmonious diplomatic relations" N times, and slowly let go of his hand.

So He Zhiyuan saw Songran sitting against the wall with a big pillow in his arms, his cheeks were flushed, and he stared at the camera very annoyedly: "I, I'm not shy, I just feel a little bit ashamed... You, then What, the camera is on between everyone in the neighborhood, at least remind me."

He Zhiyuan apologized to him with a smile, and he rubbed his face angrily, still resentful: "Mr. He, this is your home, I will definitely not stop you from turning on the camera, besides, I, I have nothing to watch, But isn't it... isn't it particularly bad for you?"

"Yes, it's very bad."

He Zhiyuan followed his will to admit his mistakes, with a sincere attitude and a little coddling of a child, making Songran didn't know what to answer.He stroked his hair nervously, and pulled his neckline again, trying to make himself look as good as possible.

The ice blue indicator light alternates between light and dark, slowly and gently, like the sea water washing the beach over and over again at high tide.

At the other end of the indicator light, it was Mr. He looking into his eyes.

Seeing his embarrassment now, will Mr. He laugh at him, or despise him?

He doesn't seem to be very photogenic - in the afternoon, he put on a crumpled T-shirt and went to the magazine's social article. When he came back in the evening, he bought a fried noodle on the way. He accidentally rubbed a few drops of rapeseed oil on his chest, and his hair was blown into hair It looks like a chicken coop, the cross-legged sitting posture is too casual, and childishly hides behind Xiao Q... The first scene is so messy, how can I save it in the future?

Oh, and that phone call that lasted 1 hour, 39 minutes, and 18 seconds.

Song Ran thought of the phone, and drooped his shoulders in depression—forget it, it’s over, his current image is not much different from an idiot, and it’s difficult to think of it worse than this, unless he is ingenious and runs naked in front of the camera.

Wait a minute, streaking? !

He suddenly raised his head, stuttering and asked: "Just now, in, in Boo Boo's room, did this camera just, have been..."

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Song Ran had a scorched expression that was struck by lightning: "So I take off...Tow off...you saw it too?"

"I see, you are in good shape." He Zhiyuan played hooligan calmly and praised him, "Regular exercise is a good habit, and we must keep it in the future."

Songran sobbed and fell down, grabbed the pillow and pressed it hard on her face, wishing she could suffocate to death.

He Zhiyuan is an out-and-out master in speech, after coaxing for 2 minutes, Song Ran forgot the embarrassment, and introduced his own exercise method, and made alarmist remarks, saying, "Men after the age of 30 are easy to grow a small belly." "The reason is to remind Mr. He to pay attention to exercise and not to give up his figure because he is too busy with work.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing, kindly saved him face, and didn't break his class.

They chatted eagerly for a while, Song Ran suddenly propped his chin up, and sighed towards the camera lens with blue and purple light in front of him.He Zhiyuan asked him what was going on, but he didn't pay attention, and a small resentment that had been lingering for a long time emerged: "Only you can see me, but I can't see you, how unfair!"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned, dumbfounded, just wanted to turn back the time, and swallowed the words.

He Zhiyuan lowered his head and smiled.

He found that he didn't mind Songran's almost coquettish complaint, nor did he mind the almost reckless request behind this complaint, and even felt that the request was very ingenious and pleased him.

"As long as you want, you can see me now." He Zhiyuan said, "This room is my small theater and also a remote conference room. The screen is directly in front of you, and the projector is directly behind you. There is a switch twenty centimeters above your head, press it, and read silently to ten, we will be fair."