Pastel Colors

Day1107:10

The next day was April thirteenth, Friday.

Early in the morning, when Boo Boo opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to climb out of bed with his ass pouted, ran out of the bedroom barefoot, took off the calendar hanging on the wall of the living room, and painted the feet in the small square of 13 Bright lemon color.

Then he galloped back, climbed onto the bed again, arched his shoulders to wake Songran, held up the calendar in his hand to show him, and tapped the footprints one by one with his fingers: "One, two, three, four, five! Brother , Dad will be back in five days!"

He was extremely excited, and his flying eyebrows almost floated to the ceiling.

"That's right, he's coming back." Before he fully woke up, Song Ran stretched out his arms, hugged Bubu into his arms, closed his eyes and kissed his forehead indiscriminately, "When he comes back, he will take you back. "

"And you, Dad will pick you up too!"

Bubu was surprisingly excited, rubbing against Songran's chin and neck for a while, struggling out of the bed with his messy short hair, and gave him a blueprint for a better future: "Brother, I have a big bed in my room, waiting for you to move here, I'll share half of it with you to sleep in. I still have a big closet, and my own clothes are so small that they only take up a little space, and the rest is yours!"

"But..." Song Ran rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Your father has already allocated half of the bed to me."

When Bubu heard this, he raised his eyebrows angrily: "How can this be possible! Dad is an adult, and I am still a child. How can he snatch my brother from me?!"

He tightly wrapped Songran's arm, twisted his little buttocks and called out: "Brother, sleep with me, sleep with me!"

Seeing his big watery eyes like black jade, Song Ran's heart suddenly softened. Fortunately, last night He Zhiyuan's warning "forbid spoiling children" was still within the warranty period. The heart that has been filled with marshmallows has been baked into a hard stone.

"No, brother has to sleep with Dad at night."

Song Ran stood firm.

Seeing that acting coquettishly would not work, Bubu sniffled and pouted, saying that it was going to rain heavily on the spot.

Songran was most afraid of seeing a child cry in his life, and before he released his big move, he panicked first, held up Bubu's face and hurriedly said: "Look, did I accompany you all the time when you came back from the kindergarten and went to bed? Looking at you? Dad is different. Dad has to go to work during the day, and often works overtime when he comes home at night. I only have a little time to accompany him when Boubu falls asleep. If I sleep with you at night, what about Dad? What to do?"

Bubu was confused by his long string of words, felt aggrieved, and felt that he was being unreasonable, puffed his cheeks and thought hard for a while, and reluctantly made a concession: "Okay then, brother Sleep with Dad, and Boo Boo sleeps by himself."

After finishing speaking, he was very unhappy, and gave a loud "hum", turned around, pointed the back of his head at Songran, picked up the rabbit doll beside the bed, and bit the long ears with four small tiger teeth "ahhhh".

Seeing that he was angry, Song Ran felt somewhat guilty, lowered her head and sighed.

sorry.

It's not that I don't want to sleep with you, I just... just don't want to be a virgin for the rest of my life...

This morning, Zhan Yuwen gave Songran and Bubu a small inspection, and the inspection results were very optimistic.He gave some advice on the aftercare of chickenpox, and then drove Lin Hui away.

After sending them away, the family returned to a combination of a big cat and a small cat.

Bu Doudou stretched his body to his heart's content, and crazily sharpened his claws on the one-meter-high sisal pillar.Sitting at the coffee table, Boo Boo amuses himself by assembling a small steam train, inserting wooden shafts, sticking paper, and painting, with the rigorous attitude of a small craftsman.But Songran recovered from a serious illness, returned to the workbench, and started his daily routine of drafting.

First of all, he will officially break up with the Infiniti god.

This strange idea came to him when he opened the drawer and saw the picture frame of male gods placed in it.Although his relationship with the male god only exists in "one-sided imagination" and there is no intersection in reality, he has really liked him for more than 40 days.At that time, I thought about it day and night, and I didn't think about food and drink. Even now, I still have a heartbeat when I recall the scene of the first encounter.He felt that even if it was for Mr. He, he was obliged to take the initiative to end this unrequited love.

So he cleaned the workbench, took apart the photo frame, took out the sketch of the male god, and placed it flat on it.

This man... is really good looking.

Song Ran stretched out her hand, and her fingertips touched the blank space of the paper bit by bit along the edge of the male god's hair.He said softly: "Thanks to you, I met my current boyfriend. He also lives here, he is a very good person, and he has a very good little baby, so... we broke up Bar."

The male god remained silent and smiled at him gently on the paper.

"After we broke up, I hope you will be happy every day, and I hope your little one will grow up healthy and healthy like my Boob."

Song Ran finished saying the parting blessing, held up the drawing paper with both hands, stared at the male god for a long time, but did not make any further moves.He knew that it was time to crumpled up the painting and threw it into the trash can, but...he really couldn't bear it.

How to do it?

If he stays here without authorization, will Mr. He be angry?

He hesitated for more than two minutes, resisted the urge to rub the paper several times, and finally gave up on the idea, picked up the pen, and drew a male silhouette without facial features on the paper, marking it with the word "Congratulations".

This is his Mr. He.

Then, he wrote the word "predecessor" next to the Infiniti male god, and the word "current" next to Mr. He, and circled it with a beautiful heart to show that he belonged.

In this way, even if he is accidentally discovered, he won't overturn the jealous jar, right?

Of course, he wasn't going to give Mr. He a chance to find out.

He wanted to put the portrait of the male god in a blank watercolor book, hide it in the bottom drawer, stack a row of unopened watercolor books, and cover it with a pile of brushes and paints to ensure that Mr. He would not be interested in flipping through it.

perfect.

Foolproof.

Just when Songran was confident about this plan, there was a loud "bang bang" from the balcony.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Budoudou squatting on the flower stand, with his front paws hanging in the air, looking down - the pot of hydroponic green radishes that had been placed on the edge of the flower stand had disappeared, leaving only glass and fry. There are also broken roots and leaves floating in the water.

"Cloth! Pocket! Pocket!"

Song Ran was so angry that he slapped the drawing paper on the table vigorously, and rushed into the balcony in three steps at a time.

As a pampered cat, Bu Doudou has always made mistakes without feeling guilty.In the face of the enemy, it still squatted calmly at the scene of the crime, lowered its head and licked its right front paw that was wet when fishing for fish, rolled its eyeballs while licking, and watched Songran waved a broom to sweep up broken glass, dead fish fry and rotten green radishes together. Sweep into the dustpan and wave the mop to clean up the water stains all over the floor.

"Meow."

Well done and worthy of praise.

"The green radish I managed to feed! And fish! Do you have a conscience, huh?"

Song Ran picked up a dried clothes to make it momentum. The cloth turned a blind eye to look at it, shook his tail left and right, jumped into the flower platform, and stepped on the light cat step.

"..."

Song Ran aggrievedly watched it go away, and slammed down the clothes rail.

He walked back to the living room, intending to continue to carry out the disturbed hiding plan, but was extremely surprised to see——Boo Bu ran to the workbench at some point, stood on tiptoe, pulled off the drawing paper, and pondered over his Infiniti male god After a while, he widened his eyes and showed an expression of inexplicable excitement.

Songran thought it was over this time, my son saw it before I saw it, and in the future, if Bubu bumped into a male god in the elevator and made a straight sentence in front of Mr. He, he really didn't care where he hid the portrait used.So he didn't care about the image, rushed to Boo Bu, pinched the edge of the portrait and pulled it up, trying to save the last hope.

Who would have thought that Buburen is small and strong, and he would not let it go, blinking his dark eyes and asking: "Brother, did you draw this?"

Song Ran was worried about tearing up the portrait, so he didn't dare to take it by force, so he had to let go.

"I drew it."

"Wow, the painting is so good, it looks like the real thing!" Bubu admired loudly, lowered his head to appreciate it carefully, and begged with full expectation, "Can you give it to me, brother?"

I really want a picture of my dad!

"No, no!"

Song Ran resolutely refused, sweating on his brow.

Little ancestor, you don't even know my male god, why do you want his portrait, are you just drawing it for fun?If you really ask for this, it will be a ticking time bomb in the future, which may explode at any time.

Song Ran couldn't bear the risk of He Zhiyuan frying the vinegar vat, took advantage of Bubu's inattention, snatched the portrait back with a quick twitch, opened the album and quickly clipped it in, and kept it in his arms, preventing Bubu from taking advantage of it machine.

Bubu lost his portrait, and drooped his small shoulders: "Why not?"

"Because..." Song Ran hesitated for a while, and explained, "Because my brother likes this painting very much, and wants to keep it for himself, and can't give it to others."

Bubu pursed his lips, and asked very aggrieved: "If others can't give it, can't I even give it?"

That's my dad!

Song Ran was stumped by the child's strange stubbornness. He didn't know what to answer for a while, and after deliberation, he could only persuade him patiently: "Boob, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's because I'm afraid that your father will see this picture. .If I give it to you, you will put it in your own room, and sooner or later your father will find out. At that time, I will be in trouble. "

"Why can't Dad see it?" Bubu didn't understand, "Aren't you all... not all... oh!"

The little brain spun a few times, as if it had penetrated a certain key point.Bubuzuo suddenly realized something and nodded vigorously twice, pointed at Songran, and laughed loudly: "Brother is shy!"

Sneaky painting of Dad, hiding from others to see, but was smashed by the clever little Bubu, just ashamed.

It must be so!

Listening to his nonsense, Song Ran felt a chestnut on his forehead: "Nonsense, I have nothing to be shy about."

I am guilty.

He changed to Huairou's style, squatted down, held Bubu's finger and bent it back, and bent his eyes with a smile: "Boobu, brother, can I discuss something with you? Just pretend you haven't seen this painting, don't worry." Tell Dad, brother will tell you one more story every day, how about it?"

Bubu didn't bend his waist for the five buckets of rice, but raised his chin, stubborn to the end: "No!"

"Don't be like this." Song Ran's tone became softer, shaking Bu Bu's little hand and begging, "Baby, promise brother, okay?"

"No!"

Bubu turned his face to the other side, raised his chin even higher, then turned his head suddenly, slipped away from Songran, and ran happily to the living room, laughing as he ran, "Brother is blushing, brother is shy." , Oh, I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed!"

Song Ran looked helplessly at him jumping around the room, only hated that she didn't have enough mana to suppress this spoiled child.

He sat back on the chair, opened the picture book, propped his chin, and looked at his male god bitterly, feeling inexplicably powerless as if he had been cheated on and taken pornographic photos.

What should we do now?Confess to Mr. He again?

This is too two!

In order to prevent Bubu from detonating the bomb, Songran made a strict supervision plan: when Mr. He called tonight, he would not leave Bubu's side, and if he found something wrong, he would immediately cover his mouth, seal his throat, and drag him away. , "Kill" people to silence, and never show mercy.The feasibility of this plan is not bad, but Songran miscalculated the most important point - Yibubu's patience can't wait until night at all.

In fact, that afternoon, while he was taking a nap, Boo Bu couldn't wait to light the bomb.

The little guy looked left and right, and finally fell asleep. A light wheel rolled out of the bed, stooped, tiptoed, and tiptoed to the workbench, took out the picture book from the first drawer, and found the sketch image.Then, holding it like a baby, he quietly opened the door of 8012A, and slipped back to his own house across the street.

Ten minutes later, the concealed door was pushed open, and Boo Boo stepped in, his eyes filled with excitement.

The little thief was impeccable, put the sketch into the drawing book, put it back in the drawer as it was, and perfectly restored the scene, then quietly entered the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, covered the blanket obediently, and pretended to be sleeping properly.

Song Ran didn't notice the movement around her at all, she let out a grunt in her sleep, turned over lazily, and unconsciously scratched her crotch.

At the same time, a "beep" sound was heard, and a new email arrived in He Zhiyuan's private mailbox.

At that time, it was ten o'clock in the evening Pacific time, and He Zhiyuan had not finished his day's work, and was still busy in the Hanmer Theater not far from the company.In a few days, the company will officially unveil their seventh-generation products here.More than half of the venue was set up, and all aspects entered the coordination stage. People came and went, and voices were noisy. Everything was like wires dragging on the ground, seemingly chaotic and orderly.

Carl Kraus, who is used to wearing T-shirts and flip-flops for thousands of years, put away his idle posture today, changed into formal clothes, gave a complete trial lecture on the main stage, and then stepped down to confirm the details one by one with the company's SVPs .

As one of the keynote speakers, He Zhiyuan was arranged to come on stage after Carl.

He was a technical partner in the early days of the company's startup, but speeches were by no means his shortcoming.On the contrary, he has experienced nine years of experience in this area, from a small venture capital occasion with three or four people to a large press conference with thousands of people.The accumulation of a lot of experience is a calm and unhurried typhoon, clear-cut statements, and extra points for the image that comes with it.

He delivers American humor impeccably, fitting the scene and at the right scale.

When stepping off the stage, Carl raised his hands high and gave him a pair of thumbs up gestures.

He Zhiyuan smiled, returned to his seat and drank a cup of black coffee to refresh himself, then turned on the laptop to check the new emails.The highlighted mailbox with a star jumps gently in the menu bar, and a bubble appears: 1.

A new email from Xiao Q, the content is-his family left a 52-second video.

In Xiao Q's current database, 8012B has only two family members, and "his family" can only be Boo Boo.Bubu lived well across the door, why did he suddenly send him a video message?

He Zhiyuan switched the interface, and clicked on the video stored in the cloud.

"Baba, can you see me?"

Boo Boo appeared in the center of the screen and waved his hand towards the camera. His little face was flushed red, and he looked [-]% nervous and [-]% excited.Holding a piece of sixteen-motifled drawing paper in his hand, it was like holding a huge fountain cracker, ready to be opened at any time, presenting him with a colorful surprise.

"Baba, I, I, I want to tell you a secret!" Bubu said excitedly, "You must be very happy to know!"

This little stammer...why is he becoming more and more like Songran.

He Zhiyuan smiled lowly.

Bubu puffed up his chest, probably mentally preparing, then opened the drawing paper with a "shua", brought the blank side to the camera, and said in a mysterious tone like magic: "Baba, this is Songran." Look at the painting that my brother drew, don't blink, I'm going to turn it over!"

He Zhiyuan stared at the piece of paper leisurely, not believing that this eccentric child could really come up with something extraordinary.

But three seconds later, the calm expression on his face cracked.

He Zhiyuan's pupils tightened, he leaned forward, and slammed the space bar to pause the video.His gaze was tightly locked on the sketch on the screen, almost wanting to snatch it from Boubo's hands.

Of course he knew who Song Ran was painting.

That's his face.

Freezing at a certain moment in the sun, even he has no impression of himself.

In addition to the portrait, there are some scattered words and graffiti on the paper: predecessor, current incumbent, congratulations, simple love... When He Zhiyuan gradually understood what it meant, the intense joy was like a tsunami more than ten meters high, Beat his heart hard.

He remembered that Songran once said: I moved here because I wanted to meet someone.

He looks about 1.8 meters six.

He is in good shape.

It's also good-looking when you smile.

There is also a lovely child.

……

He Zhiyuan leaned back, his body that had been tense all day suddenly relaxed.

This is an indescribable comfort and satisfaction.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand, and a gentle smile gradually spread from the corners of his lips, covering the corners of his eyes and brows.After a while, he sighed softly, and said with a helpless smile: "Songran, you are trying to eat me to death."