Pastel Colors

Day0521:28

After finishing painting the colorful rabbit, Bubu blew on the drawing paper with satisfaction, handed over the children's mobile phone to Songran, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.Seeing the bye of the throne, Bu Doudou didn't delay for a second, and quickly squeezed his huge body into Songran's arms, curling up into a big hot hairy ball.

"Hey, Mr. He." Songran stared at the phone, stuttering at the first word, "Did you sleep well?"

He Zhiyuan opened the curtains, and the morning sun poured in. In the courtyard, a large lawn and shrubs were neatly cut, and the flowers were in full bloom. A foraging squirrel ran along the fence, stopped halfway, and looked back at his direction.

He was in a good mood: "I slept very well, how about you?"

Song Ran rubbed the cat's ears: "I...are also very good."

It’s just that something happened when I was dreaming, and I dreamed about you.Although there is only a blurry back view, but...but just looking at the back view is enough to make people overwhelmed.

Song Ran didn't dare to say this, but her heart was itching badly, her Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and she made a clear swallowing sound of saliva.He Zhiyuan heard it, and smiled softly: "It seems that you dreamed of a big meal?"

"Uh, I dreamed of crabs...crabs."

Song Ran nonsense.

He Zhiyuan: "Do you like to eat crabs?"

"Ah."

This is true. Songran has a special taste and likes all shelled seafood.

He Zhiyuan asked, "Which one do you like, hairy crab or king crab?"

"No, it's just ordinary swimming crabs." Song Ran said, "The hairy crabs are too oily and greasy. I don't like eating them very much."

Anyway, there is not much chance to eat it.

Whenever autumn crabs are on the market, the price tag of hundreds of yuan per catty can scare Songran back ten steps.As a small painter who earns three or four thousand a month, it is not easy to be able to eat enough. Crabs or something... At most, it is an eye addiction.

However, He Zhiyuan remembered his preferences, and suggested: "Heshenghui has opened a new place to eat crabs. When I come back, I will take you there someday."

"Ah?" Song Ran was overwhelmed with flattery, "No, no, no, how can I make you spend money, how embarrassing."

He Zhiyuan didn't mind spending money for him, not to mention a crab feast of more than a thousand yuan was really not considered spending money, so he settled the matter in a few sentences, without giving Songran a second chance to refuse.He was about to ask Songran what other hobbies he had, when there was the sound of flippers stepping on the floor on the other end of the phone, and then Bobu's soft voice: "Brother, I washed two apples, one big and one small." , do you want the left or the right?"

Song Ran thought about it and said, "I want the one on the right."

Bubu laughed and said, "The right one is the small one, and the left one is the big one. My brother is so unlucky, guess again!"

Song Ran then changed his words: "The one on the left."

"You guessed it right, here it is!" Bubu said joyfully, "Brother eats the big ones, and Boubo eats the small ones, that's right."

Then He Zhiyuan heard the sound of gnawing an apple, which was vague at first, but then became much clearer, as if he deliberately leaned in front of the receiver, showing off to him how crunchy and sweet the apple was.

"Baba, did you hear that?" Bubu said leisurely, "My brother and I are eating apples, you are not at home, so we have nothing to eat!"

I haven't seen you for a few days, and I have learned to sneer.

He Zhiyuan found it funny, Song Ran was also overjoyed, he reached out and poked Bubu's cheek: "Don't bully Dad."

"Oh."

Bubu nodded, took another big bite of the apple, twisted his little buttocks, trying to push Budoudou off the throne.Budoudou Longyan was furious, hooked his sharp claws, grabbed Songran's pajama pants and whimpered, but finally lost in size, was shoveled away by Bubu, and Gu Lu rolled into the pile of pillows.

The clock was dialed to [-]:[-], and Bubu and Budoudou had reunited and were lying on the carpet playing bell balls together, rolling over and pushing back, and the jingle rang all over the room.

Song Ran spread out a piece of drawing paper and chatted with Mr. He about a new topic - about Song Ran's career.

A young man who is good at taking care of children and painting, He Zhiyuan took it for granted based on his experience that he was an elementary school art teacher. Song Ran quickly typed up the sketches of the business draft and said with a smile: "If only I had such a stable job. Yes, but unfortunately not. I am an illustrator, a children’s illustrator, and I provide illustrations for fairy tales read by children. The income is not stable, and it is not enough for a while, so it can barely be considered a freelance job.”

"It sounds very interesting and warm." He Zhiyuan became interested, "How did you think of doing this in the first place?"

Song Ran stopped his pen and recalled: "Isn't it true that my family has many siblings? There are so many siblings. The excitement is lively, and there are many troubles. Reading picture books is a big problem. Children like to read picture books, and parents don't have much time to spare. I bought too much money, only a few books back and forth, waiting in line one by one, pitiful, and fighting if I failed. I was the oldest in my family at that time, and I could go to the bookstore by myself, so I often copied new albums for them to read. Little Carrot Ding sat around me, I drew a picture, and they read one, after a long time, I felt that I seemed to have a bit of talent in this area, so I simply took it as a profession.”

This experience was actually extremely bitter, far less warm than what Songran said, but after a long time, he took pleasure in the bitterness, so he regarded it as an ordinary family story.

He Zhiyuan imagined the scene of Songran being surrounded by a group of young children, and felt that it was completely natural, without any violation, as if this young man was born to belong to the lively group of children.He became more interested, and asked, "Where did you learn painting later? S City Academy of Fine Arts?"

"I……"

Song Ran froze, not knowing how to answer.

Academy of Fine Arts.

Such a lofty art palace has always been a place he could not reach.

Song Ran only went to junior high school, her painting foundation is weak, and her theoretical knowledge is close to zero.The painting skills that the children in the orphanage regard as treasures are worthless in the industry.In the first two years of his career, he was caught among a group of professional painters, and his submissions were frequently rejected.The situation has improved a little now, and most of the time he can speak with his strength, but on some occasions, education is still a shortcoming he cannot make up for, and it is also one of the few things that makes him feel inferior besides not having parents.

There is a high school near the children's magazine office. Every time Songran goes to submit a manuscript, he can't help feeling envious when he sees a few teenagers in high school uniforms talking and laughing passing by.

"I... I didn't graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts, and I didn't study painting systematically." Song Ran was a little flustered, "I took a few lessons from an old painter before, so I basically taught myself."

Through the phone, He Zhiyuan didn't feel his subtle emotional changes, only because of his interest, he took time out of his major to learn painting, and praised him for his courage.

Song Ran said with a dry smile, "It's okay."

But I feel guilty for a while, and I can't draw the draft anymore, so I have to stop writing.

He was afraid that Mr. He would ask some deep questions that he couldn't answer, so he hurriedly threw the topic back and asked, "What about you? If you can make a robot like Xiao Q, you must at least read... er, a master's degree." Bar?"

He spoke of a high degree which in his mind was quite remarkable.

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Almost, I'm a PhD in artificial intelligence."

"Uh, that... that's amazing."

Never heard of it.

Song Ran embarrassingly expressed his admiration, and then he ran out of words, and his heart became more and more depressed, thinking that there was indeed a huge gap between him and Mr. He.

The two of them were not going smoothly on the topic of career, and He Zhiyuan gradually noticed it, so he said, "Let's talk about other things? For example, you and Bubu's weekend plans, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!" Song Ran's eyes lit up, "I want to take Boo Boo to Happy Valley, is that okay?"

He Zhiyuan agreed happily.

He hasn't taken Bubu to the playground for a long time, and Songran is willing to act as a parent and play happily with Bubu for a day. He is so happy: "Wait a minute, I'll buy tickets for you."

Song Ran hurriedly said: "No need, Lin Hui bought the ticket."

"Lin Hui?"

He Zhiyuan frowned subconsciously.

"Well, it's like this. She wanted to make up for last night's mistake, so she bought tickets for us." Song Ran explained, "She will accompany us tomorrow, do you mind?"

He Zhiyuan's face was slightly sullen, and he felt uncomfortable instinctively.

Frankly, he doesn't mind.

It's not that he holds grudges, nor is he prejudiced against Lin Hui - at He Zhiyuan's age, his temperament is far from being small enough to care about anything with a little girl who just entered the society. What he really cares about is his own absence.

Song Ran takes Boo Bu to the amusement park, if there must be a third person to accompany him, then it is obvious that this person should be him.He is Bubu's father and Songran's friend, and his company is justified.Lin Hui used this to "make up" with good intentions. There was nothing wrong with it, but it made him feel angry that his "territory" had been invaded.

What's even more annoying is that he is far away on the other side of the ocean, and he has no means to separate himself. He knows that the "territory" will not be regained if it is lost.

"Mr. He?" The other end of the phone called several times, "I will pay attention to Bobu's personal safety and not let him play thrilling games. Lin Hui will also watch for me. Is this okay?"

Song Ran asked again expectantly.

He Zhiyuan reluctantly said: "Okay, you guys have fun, remember to take more photos."

At the end of the conversation, he felt that the participation was not enough, so he warned a few words with a parental attitude: "Don't play too thrilling projects yourself, especially the jumping machine and roller coaster. The equipment is not new, and accidents are easy. I will let you The company sent a car to pick you up, take the children home early in the afternoon, and call me as soon as you get home, remember?"

"..."

Song Ran held the phone, her heart felt warm.

Take the kids home early, call me as soon as you get home... These words, for him, can only be heard in TV dramas.He thought it was just a line, no one would express concern like this in reality, but He Zhiyuan said exactly the same thing to him.

Lovely.

Song Ran nodded and agreed: "Mr. He, I will go home early."