Pastel Colors

Day0706:05

The weekend passed in a blink of an eye, and the recurring Monday arrived as scheduled.Bubu is going to kindergarten, Songran has to catch up with a mountain of manuscripts, and Mr. He, who is far away in a foreign country, wakes up in the morning and returns at night, and has to work overtime with more terrifying devils than the previous week.

Every building, every family of three in every window in this metropolis leads a similar life.

Busy, regular and happy.

Even if we can't get together, it is a bitter happiness to have an extra yearning for each other across the ocean.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the bedroom, Song Ran thought it would be a peaceful week - he and He Zhiyuan had a harmonious relationship and cultivated an ambiguous sense of intimacy, Bubu was sensible and independent, and never made people worry .Life has been on the right track, and for the next ten days or so, all he needs to do is to live step by step and take care of Boubo by the way.

But he didn't expect that this fucked up life was unwilling to be lonely, and he persisted in digging another big hole for him.

At six o'clock in the morning, Songran turned off the alarm clock, woke up Bubu, put on his coat and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Wonton wrappers wrapped with fingernail-sized meat fillings are rolled in boiling water. A layer of egg liquid is condensed into golden egg skins in a small frying pan. Shrimp, vegetables and shallots are spread in the middle, rolled up with a spatula, and cut into three sections. plate.Then take a small bisque soup bowl, arrange seaweed, shrimp skin and refined salt, slide small wontons along the side of the bowl one by one, fill with fresh soup, and serve it on the table together with the egg rolls.

Breakfast was ready, but the house was quiet, the bedroom door was closed, and there was no sound of brushing teeth and washing face in the bathroom.

The little slob stayed in bed today?

No, I obviously went to bed early yesterday.

Song Ran had a bad premonition, hurriedly opened the door and went in, opened the curtains, let the abundant sunlight illuminate the bedroom, and saw Boo Boo curled up in the bed without saying a word, her face was bright red, her skin was hot and humid, Sweaty hair was stuck to the side of the forehead, and the whole person was sluggish, like a small leaf withered by the sun.He probed the child's forehead with the back of his hand. The temperature was terribly hot. He rushed to the bedside table and pulled out an oral thermometer.

The mercury column started to go up like crazy from the position without scale, crossed 36 degrees, 37 degrees, 38 degrees, and approached 39 degrees.Song Ran stared at the extremely thin scale, so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

Eventually, the column of mercury stopped just a fraction short of 39 degrees.

38.9 degrees.

Song Ran took out the thermometer, put it on the side of the pillow, inserted her fingers deeply into her hair, and rubbed it a few times regretfully.

It's his bad.

It was because of his negligence that he only cared about queuing up to buy ice cream, which caused Boo Boo to get wet all over.After drying off and changing into new clothes, I forgot to dry my hair.

Running in the wind for several hours with wet hair on his head, he would also have a fever.

Song Ran looked at Bu Bu's drowsy and painful sick face, feeling guilty in his heart.He rushed to the living room, grabbed his wallet, keys, mobile phone, and wet tissues, filled a pot of warm water as quickly as possible, swept the egg roll into the lunch box, stuffed these things into a shoulder bag, and hugged the cloth Bu went to the hospital.

When He Zhiyuan bought a house back then, he didn't care about money. He directly chose the best location in District X. Not only was it close to the kindergarten, it was also only one block away from the Hospital affiliated to F University.

Looking at the light spots within walking distance on the mobile phone map, Song Ran was so grateful.

He wrapped Bobu in a thick down jacket, covered his head with a hood, and ran to the hospital in 10 minutes. He queued up and got a pediatric number.The child is the treasure of the family, and the whole family is usually dispatched to grab the number. At [-] o'clock in the morning, there are already more than [-] people in the queue, and it takes several hours to see the doctor.Song Ran was so anxious that he couldn't help but wait in the dark waiting area.

Boob was thirsty, so he took out the kettle and poured some warm water.When Bubu was hungry, he poked open the egg roll with his chopsticks and fed him small pieces.Most of the time when Boo Boo was asleep, he just didn't move at all, using himself as a bed.

During the period, I took my temperature again, and it was 39 degrees, which was 0.1 degrees higher than before.

Song Ran was so anxious that he glanced at his watch every few seconds, and then looked up at the electronic number board. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the thing was probably broken. Why didn't he skip a number for a long time?

He experienced the feeling that a second feels like a year.

The kindergarten opened at eight o'clock sharp, and Song Ran called the teacher, saying that Bubu had a fever today and needed to ask for leave.After nine o'clock, he received a call back from the teacher and learned some bad news.

In addition to Bubu, five children in the same class also took sick leave.

The cause was chickenpox.

Spring is the high incidence of chickenpox in children. Children live in the same room, eat, sleep and play together, and they can easily infect each other. Therefore, chickenpox cases in kindergartens are usually explosive.The teacher reminded Songran that Bubu's fever may not be due to catching a cold, but a pre-symptom of chickenpox, which requires special attention.

Compared with chicken pox, Song Ran would rather Boo Bu has a simple cold and fever.

He hung up the phone, hugged Boo Boo to the brightly lit window, and carefully observed that fair little face.Unfortunately, he really found a small light red pimple on the tip of the child's eyebrows, and when he pulled back his bangs, he saw two similar pimples on his forehead.

Songran's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked if it was itchy, but Bubu nodded in distress, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch it.Song Ran hurriedly stopped him, and comforted him: "It's okay, let's bear with it, and when the doctor gives you medicine, the itching will disappear."

Bubu has already developed acne, and it is not difficult to diagnose. After the number was called, he only sat in the doctor's office for less than 5 minutes and came out.

Sure enough, it was chickenpox.

Fortunately, besides the bad news, there is another piece of good news that makes Songran feel at ease: Bubu had been vaccinated against chickenpox before, and this time he got a breakthrough chickenpox.The doctor took no notice of it, gave them instructions on isolation, cleaning, and diet, prescribed a few boxes of external medicine, and sent them home to rest.

Song Ran went to the pharmacy to pay for the medicine, stuffed it into a shoulder bag, and carried Bubu back to Bishuiwan Residence.

He Zhiyuan is not at home, Songran is the only one who can take care of Bubu.

This child belongs to him now, and he has to take [-]% of the responsibility no matter in health or disease.

He turned on the heating, took a warm bath for Boubo, put on clean pajamas, removed the sheets, quilt cover and pillowcase, and soaked them all in the disinfectant.Bubu had just had chickenpox and it was a little itchy, and he couldn't help but want to scratch it. Song Ran trimmed his nails, rounded the corners, and held his little hand and said, "Don't touch the red spots casually. If it's itchy, If you feel uncomfortable, you can hug the little rabbit, or tell your brother, who will apply medicine for you, okay?"

Bubu said in a childish voice, "Okay."

If your child has chickenpox, eat a light lunch.Songran cooked a bowl of white rice porridge, served it with pickles spoon by spoonful and fed it to Bubu, then drew the curtains and left him to rest quietly in the room.There was still a bowl of cold ravioli left in the dining room, so Songran heated it up hastily in the microwave, finished it with a few mouthfuls, and returned to the living room to start drafting.

There is a backlog of drawings, and troubles come one after another, but he can't stop working.

There is only more than 4000 left in the bank card. He went to the hospital today and spent a lot of money. In the next ten days or so, he will have other expenses one after another. He has to get the manuscript fee as soon as possible to survive.

This manuscript in the afternoon depicts a small boat floating in shallow water and leaning on a wooden bridge.

wooden bridge.

It reminded Songran of someone.

There is also such a wooden bridge in the garden of Bishuiwanju. He once stood at the head of the bridge and looked back to see a certain man.A glimpse from a distance caught his heart at the first sight, and he disappeared into the vast crowd from then on, never to see him again.

He put down his paintbrush, opened the drawer, and took out the treasured sketch.

Behind the cleaned glass, the Infiniti male god is still as handsome as he first saw - high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, eyebrows shaped like a sword's edge, and one side of his lips are raised when he smiles.Rubbing a layer of paper with thick lines still releases amazing male hormones.

Song Ran gently kissed his lips through the glass, and pressed the photo frame into her arms.

Honey, do you really live here?

No, it doesn't matter much to me anymore.

I, I came here only to get closer to you.I traveled to every corner of Bishuiwan residence, every morning and evening, trying to find you, but luckily I found a little baby who was cuter than an angel at the door of my house, and I also got to know him Stupid father who can't take care of children.

All these experiences came to me suddenly along with my liking for you.

You brought it to me.

So, even if I never have the chance to see you in the future, I don't feel regretful anymore.It is a wonderful thing to like you, it is like a string of wind chimes hanging by the window, when you turn the first one, the rest will also rotate and touch each other, making a jingle sound.

I came after you and met them on the way.

This is a special kind of luck.

Song Ran put the portrait of the male god back in the drawer, and began to draw his "Small Wooden Boat Looking for an Oar" seriously.

His speed has always been guaranteed, and he can finish 3 pages of manuscripts a day on average. Today, he stopped painting from time to time to take care of Bubu, which delayed a little progress. He rushed 2 pages in one afternoon, and planned to stay up late to finish the rest.

At dinner time, Boubo was covered in hot sweat, his body temperature finally began to drop, and the fever was not so severe.

Song Ran lifted off the quilt, took the wet little otter to the bathroom, took a hot bath again, and dried his body with a sterilized towel.A few hours later, the rash began to erupt in a concentrated manner, with more than a dozen rashes popping out one after another, on the arms, legs, stomach, and face, which disfigured a fair and exquisite doll.

Bubu was itching so badly, he rubbed and rubbed like a loach in Songran's arms, trying to grab a couple of them secretly, but his little hand was held.

He looked at Songran aggrievedly, and said, "Brother, itches."

Song Ran said: "You have to try your best to hold back the itch. The more you scratch these pimples, the more you get. As long as Boo Boo holds back, he will be fine in a few days, and it won't itch at all."

"But, but..." Bubu pointed to the little red dot on his stomach, "It's so ugly."

Song Ran smiled: "Neither ugly nor ugly, Boob has always been very cute. When you recover from illness, all the rashes will disappear without leaving any scars, and it will be exactly the same as before."

"really?"

"real."

Bubu twisted his body uncomfortably: "Then what should I do if I can't help it?"

"If you can't bear it, brother will apply medicine to you now."

He hugged Bubu onto the sofa and sat down, took out a tube of acyclovir ointment, and carefully applied it to the chickenpox-prone skin, let it dry a bit, and then put on his pajamas.

Children's pajamas are one-piece, and there are not many places to scratch, which is relatively safe.

Seeing that Bubu was safe and sound, Songran warmed a bag of fresh milk, put it in a bottle and handed it to him to suck, then turned to clean the bathroom by himself, but as soon as he came out, he bumped into Bobu scratching his face.

He quickly stopped: "Don't scratch!"

"No, no scratching."

Feeling guilty, Bubu quickly put his two little hands behind his back.