Pastel Colors

Day1015:09

At midnight, it rained heavily.

The lights in the office building went out one by one, and there were more than a dozen cars scattered in the parking lot.Dim street lights shone on the roof of the car and into the windshield.

He Zhiyuan didn't start the engine, he leaned on the back of the lowered driver's seat, put on a pair of bluetooth earphones, and closed his eyes quietly to rest.

The rain kept beating on the front window, and the interior of the car was dark and cold.

Long hours of high-intensity work made him physically and mentally exhausted. He knew he needed a comfortable deep sleep, but he didn't want to drive home strangely—the house had heating, hot water, and red wine, as well as high-end, high-density long hair. The velvet cotton bed has everything that one should have, except that there is no one who can talk to him for a while.

A luxurious empty house, if you go back early or late, it doesn't make any difference.

So, he directly dialed Songran's number in the car.

After chatting for more than a dozen times, Songran was still as nervous as when we first met, his tongue and teeth were knotted, and he was dismantling and twisting, stumbling like a stuck radio.He Zhiyuan suspected that he had a guilty conscience and wanted to cover up a shameful secret, so he couldn't help laughing while listening, and stretched comfortably.

"Speaking so softly, is there someone beside you?"

"Yes...yes, Boo Boo is taking a nap on my bed, sleeping soundly, kicking the blanket twice an hour." Song Ran pulled the blanket to cover Boo Boo's shoulders, "What about you?" , I heard your voice is not very energetic, just came home?"

He Zhiyuan yawned: "Not yet, in the car."

Song Ran was very surprised, and blurted out: "Is it past twelve o'clock over there, are you so busy with work?"

He Zhiyuan looked up at the clock in the car, the center of the screen displayed: 00:09AM.

What a caring kid, jet lag counts so fast.

He smiled, closed his eyes and leaned back: "In a few days, the company will hold a product launch conference. Not only will there be a replacement, but there will also be new products. This is an important turning point in development. All departments are turning around. It's normal to be busy. It’s the same with other companies. I have reliable VP engineers on the front line, so it’s not too crazy.”

Product launch?

Song Ran blinked her eyes twice, remembering the soft and cute white silkworm cocoon of 8012B, and asked curiously: "The new product...does it mean Xiao Q?"

He Zhiyuan thought for a while, and explained: "Not exactly. The little Q you saw is just a test machine, most of the functional details have been castrated, including the appearance, and it is not the final version. The reason why it is placed in my house is because In order to give it a real scene to verify the safety. The final version will have a lot of interesting details, I can’t reveal too much now, after a while, I’ll bring one back for you and Boob to play with, okay?”

"Okay!" Song Ran was beaming with excitement, "Then...will there be a promotional video for Xiao Q, the one that looks super black technology and is more compelling than compelling?"

"You mean Apple-like style?"

"Yes yes yes!"

Song Ran nodded like pounding garlic.

He Zhiyuan couldn't stop laughing, his chest trembled slightly.He stretched out his hand and rubbed his nasal bone, and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Little Q is cute. To match its appearance, our promotional video is also made cute. If you like the 'super black technology' kind , it happens to have two brothers, one S7 and one T7, their promotional videos should satisfy you."

"No... I don't like it that much. The cute style is actually my thing."

Songran scratched his ears, and amended his statement embarrassingly, and asked: "Mr. He, you are so busy with work, do you live alone over there? Is there anyone to take care of you?"

"Someone would come in once a week to do the cleaning, and the rest of the time it would be alone."

"Is that so..." Song Ran lowered her shoulders, rested her chin on the upright notebook, and said worriedly, "Then you worked so hard, and no one will accompany you when you go home."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Does your heart hurt?"

Song Ran nodded without hesitation: "Of course I feel distressed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held onto his forehead feebly—what are you talking nonsense, we've only dated for less than a day, do you dare to be more straightforward in your emotional expression?If this goes on like this, don't even think about being reserved in this life!

He restrained his "distressed" for a while, and said as "subtly" as possible: "Mr. He, don't always run around alone in the future, or...or you take me and Bubu with you on a business trip." Well, in this case, at least when you come home at night, I can talk to you."

Hearing these words, He Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes where Song Ran couldn't see.He quietly looked up at the roof of the car for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arms and sat up.

"I was quite tired just now, but now I feel much better. I always feel like I can see you when I drive back." He Zhiyuan put on his seat belt and started the car, "I'll be home in 15 minutes, do you mind chatting with me on the way? "

Song Ran hurriedly said, "I don't mind, I don't mind."

Although they both knew that it was impossible to really meet each other after 15 minutes, such remarks made both parties who were expecting feel extremely warm.

In the middle of the night, vehicles sped down the highway.He Zhiyuan went around the ramp, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and quickly merged into the continuous traffic flow. The red taillights blurred into a flowing light strip in the rain.

"How are you and Boo Boo? How are you doing?"

He Zhiyuan asked warmly.

Song Ran looked at the sleeping child next to him, and stretched out his hands to rub his thin and soft hair: "Bubbu didn't have a fever yesterday, and his appetite looks pretty good, and his appetite is about the same as before. Today's... um, Let me take a look... It seems that there is no new acne today, and it will probably scab over in two days. If you are lucky, you will see the same face as before when you come back, white and clean."

"What about you?" He Zhiyuan asked, "Has the fever gone?"

Song Ran nodded and said, "The fever went down this morning. Zhan Yuwen measured it for me at noon, and it was 37 degrees 7. In terms of body sensation, the temperature should be lower than noon now."

Sounds like good news, but...

"Why did the temperature suddenly reach 39 degrees that day?"

He Zhiyuan grasped the key point.

Song Ran was startled, bit her nails a couple of times guilty, and said with a dry smile: "This... Zhan, Dr. Zhan said it was a common cold caused by catching a cold... Uh, it's probably because I haven't been sick for a long time , once in a while, the symptoms are so severe..."

He Zhiyuan caught the word "cold", and frowned, as if he remembered something: "Did you get wet the day you went to Happy Valley?"

Song Ran was shocked: "This, you know this?!"

He Zhiyuan shrugged helplessly.

Of course he knew.

When he came back from Happy Valley that day, Song Ran mistakenly reposted to him a group of photos secretly taken by Lin Hui, one of which was Song Ran squatting on the ground, wiping Bobu with a bath towel in his hand.At that time, the act of wiping water attracted He Zhiyuan's attention, and he only noticed that Bubu's hair and clothes were wet. Looking back now, Songran's hair and T-shirt were also wet, and the condition was not much better than that of Bubu. .In the few photos later in the timeline, Boubo has already put on a set of clean new clothes, but Songran has been wearing that half-dry and half-wet T-shirt.

If this is the reason why Songran caught the cold, how could he not feel guilty as Bubu's father.

He Zhiyuan thought of Bubu's lively and unrestrained appearance in the photo, and he didn't know whether he should be comforted that this kid is more cheerful than before, or should be sullen that this kid is more troublesome than before.He knocked on the steering wheel distractedly, and asked, "How did Boo get wet that day?"

Song Ran didn't dare to hide it, and replied honestly: "Lin Hui and I went to buy ice cream, and when we didn't watch it for a while, he... ran around the fountain square."

"You caught it?"

"Yeah." Song Ran said, "I saw that he was almost drenched, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he rushed in."

He Zhiyuan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "After you got him back, apart from drying him and changing his clothes, have you seriously told him that it's wrong to do so?"

"Ah?" Song Ran was taken aback, "No...no."

"Not a word?"

Song Ran felt guilty: "No."

really.

Exactly as he guessed.

The heavy rain became more urgent, and the road surface began to accumulate water. When the vehicle in front passed by, it stirred up a large cloud of water mist, which blurred the vision of the vehicle behind.He Zhiyuan calmly pulled away the distance, adjusted the speed of the windshield wipers, and said flatly: "Songran, to be honest, there is something wrong with the way you treat your children, you and I are two different extremes - I am too cold, you Too conniving. Judging from Boo Boo's growth, we are not doing well enough. Of course..."

He paused, then changed the topic: "You get 95 points, I get [-] points."

Song Ran just got nervous, waiting to be criticized, and suddenly got a compliment, and smiled "puchi" into the phone.

He Zhiyuan licked the corners of his lips happily when he heard his laughter, and continued: "I know you like Bubu, and you don't want to lower your face to educate him. You always want him to have a better life, but children are different from adults. Adults It's okay to be pampered once in a while. Children can't tell the difference. If they are used to being pampered, they will be lawless in the future. So among the three of us, I can pamper you. You, but you can't spoil Boob, remember?"

"Remember...remember."

Song Ran covered her hot face, feeling that she was burning again.

I can dote on you—this, this is a naked love story, right?Isn't he thinking too much?Even discussing how to bring up children has to include a few words of private goods, it is too arrogant!

red card!red card!

Song Ran gave Mr. He a red card with his flushed face.

He Zhiyuan didn't receive Songran's red card, so he changed a lane to the left, passed an old Ford pickup neatly, and continued: "Of course there are other possibilities besides this—for example, considering that Bubu is My child, it's inconvenient to take over as a substitute. But now, Bubu is also your child, next time you encounter similar things, you have to show a little courage as a parent, and stop pampering him like this."

Song Ran tugged at the bed sheet, and said sweetly in her heart, "I see."

He thought for a while, and then defended himself: "I didn't mean to spoil Bubu on purpose, it's just... from the orphanage, I have a little bit of self-imposition, and I can't be cruel to children. Give me some time , I will proceed step by step, and I will definitely become more principled in the future, okay?"

"It's not impossible." He Zhiyuan turned on the right light and moved back to the original lane, "I'll ask you a question, if you answer it correctly, I'll give you time."

Song Ran immediately became nervous, and quickly pricked up his ears: "What... what's the problem?"

My God, he is not good at educational theory at all, so don't care what you ask, just ask some simple, basic ones that he can answer, okay?

He Zhiyuan paused for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Did you dream about me last night?"

Song Ran was stunned.

Slowly, his neck turned red: "Dream... I dreamed."

"Really?"

Then the fingertips also turned red: "Really."

"Then tell me, what did you dream about?"

He Zhiyuan deliberately teased him, with an obvious smile in his tone.

Song Ran covered her face with the notebook, and complained silently in her heart: I dreamed that you fucked me, and you fucked me very hard, and you cummed several times, it was like a beast.

He thought so in his heart, and of course it was impossible to say that out of his mouth, so he made up a standard answer that seemed reasonable, veiled and full of love: "I dreamed that you came back, and I will pick you up at the airport."

Ah, very good.

Keep the most basic reserve.

He Zhiyuan remained calm: "What about after you pick it up?"

"After receiving it... er, that..." Song Ran couldn't compose something for a while, got stuck halfway, and rubbed his face hard twice with a hard cover notebook, rubbing a red nose, "After that... it's a little bit unsuitable for children."

He Zhiyuan laughed loudly, his deep eyes curved into two arcs.

At 12:30 in the morning, the car drove down the deserted leaf path and pulled into the front yard.

The rainy season in California is coming to an end, and the clouds are eager to dump the last of the water, raindrops slamming on the car windows like hail.As soon as he opened the door, the damp and cold air rushed in.He Zhiyuan entered the house in the rain, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and took out his usual small milk pot.

Half a bottle of local Zinfandel and an ounce of brandy.

Cloves, cinnamon, honey, orange slices.

It took 10 minutes to cook the wine. He Zhiyuan went to the second floor and took a hot bath. After 10 minutes, he changed into a warm nightgown on time, stepped down the stairs barefoot, and poured himself a glass of wine.

There was continuous rain in the courtyard, and the orange trees and rose trees were swaying in the rain.A small night light was lit on the balcony on the second floor, reflecting the water curtains flowing down layer by layer on the outside of the glass. Through this layer of glass, the lighting in the bedroom is soft and the heating is sufficient.

He Zhiyuan sat by the bed and drank half a glass of wine by himself.

The warm wine entered the stomach, and the lower abdomen was hot for a while.

He was bored while driving just now, so he couldn't help teasing Songran, and wanted Songran to tell him a story in the same tone as he told Bubu.Song Ran didn't refuse, but said shyly: I don't have many stories to memorize, so I'll tell you about the chipmunk, don't laugh at me.

It was the first time to tell fairy tales to adults, and Songran was inevitably a little cautious, with a blunt tone, and then slowly entered the state, so that he could speak well.He is gentle and patient with every sentence, and there is warmth in his voice, like chipmunks and gray squirrels, and he is very cute when he speaks like chipmunks and gray squirrels.

Maybe it was because the feeling was so good that when the phone was cut off, He Zhiyuan felt unprecedented loneliness.

There is restlessness in loneliness, and unsatisfied thirst in restlessness.

He raised his head and drank the red wine in one gulp, put down the empty glass, and turned off the light in the bedroom.In the night, there is only a faint and dim light on the terrace.

Such a stormy midnight should be used for making love.

He wants to hold that beautiful young man in his arms, tempt him to tell a fairy tale, and then kiss him halfway, making him gasp again and again, and the words he speaks are intermittent, and he can't spell a sentence completely.And this fairy tale is about a fluffy chipmunk, waving its little paws desperately, trying to push away the gray squirrel in heat, but it is crushed so hard that it can't turn over.

He Zhiyuan leaned against the head of the bed, one hand under his nightgown trembled frequently.

There was a deep gasp in the air, from slow to rapid, and the mood became more and more restless, gradually becoming uncontrollable.The moment the movement stopped, the panting was abruptly interrupted at the point of climax.

Immediately, a pleasant and long sigh resounded in the bedroom.