Pastel Colors

Day1116:43

Songran felt that there was something wrong with Mr. He today.

Subtle, I can't tell exactly what's wrong, but it's indeed different from before—it's probably too gentle, just listening to the voice makes people's legs go limp, and I really want to lie on his chest and act like a baby.

While cooking in the evening, He Zhiyuan called and said that it was almost two o'clock in the morning over there, he was lying in bed alone and couldn't sleep, and wanted to chat with Songran for a while.Song Ran was restlessly holding his mobile phone to calculate the time difference, thinking that after twelve o'clock, the love phone would not be dropped, when suddenly the ringtone rang, he answered in seconds, and hurriedly turned on the hands-free mode, put the The mobile phone is placed on the counter.

He put on a small apron, and chatted with He Zhiyuan while chopping vegetables.

While chatting, he blushed a little.

He Zhiyuan didn't know what evil he had fallen into, he said every word with a smile.This man's natural voice is good, deep, mellow, steady breath, and a little bit of a smile, just like a subwoofer placed beside him playing love songs, always driving the heart to resonate, and like the beginning and end of every sentence There is a small hook with honey on it, which makes the ears itchy, the cheeks hot, the deer bumping in the heart, and the flesh in the pajama pants is bulging, it is unbearable.

That's the bad thing about being young, it's hard for a long time.

Song Ran was mixed with joy and shame, complaining that her penis was too lively, covered her face, and slapped the peeled garlic cloves with the back of a knife——Mr. Put out the fire?

Bubu was still sitting in the dining room, Song Ran didn't dare to act rashly, covered his lower body with an apron, and rubbed his crotch at the counter covertly.

This dinner was made for 10 minutes in total, and He Zhiyuan only chatted with him for 10 minutes.After cooking, a plate of lettuce slices with lily and garlic, a plate of sliced ​​veal with five spices, and a bowl of whitebait tofu soup are all home-cooked dishes Songran is good at.

He Zhiyuan repeatedly expressed that he wanted to taste it, Song Ran had no choice but to cooperate with him naively, stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of lettuce: "Open your mouth."

He Zhiyuan: "Ah."

"..."

Really?

With a stiff expression, Song Ran quickly poked the phone button.The pitch-black screen lit up, and the caller did display "He Zhiyuan".

The style of painting has gone astray.

Song Ran followed suit: "A piece of lettuce, is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"..."

Song Ran was shocked by his extremely natural tone, always felt that the one opposite was not He Zhiyuan, but a child who hadn't grown up.

"Then, then feed you a piece of fried lily?"

He Zhiyuan paused, and calmly commented: "It's a bit bitter."

Song Ran: "A piece of spiced beef?"

"There's too much salt." He Zhiyuan was serious, and suggested to Songran, "My food tastes bland, so I can put less salt next time."

"Hey, hey, it's almost done!" Song Ran put down a pair of chopsticks, pretending to be angry, "How old are you, and you are still playing house like a child, can you look a little... I didn't really feed you inside."

He Zhiyuan smiled lowly: "But I really tasted it."

"Liar!" Song Ran yelled at him, "Where is it salty? Believe it or not, I didn't put salt at all?"

"I don't believe it." He Zhiyuan laughed again, "Bubbu said that your cooking is very delicious, how could it be possible that the spiced beef doesn't add salt? Don't be angry, I just have nothing to tease you, it's delicious, to be honest."

Appreciating food from a distance, really a fart.

Song Ran scolded mercilessly in her heart, but the corners of her lips could not help but curl up, her cheeks flushed.He untied the apron, rubbed the ball repeatedly in his hands, hung it back on the hook, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

He heard He Zhiyuan say: "Don't you think this, it looks like we are eating at the same table?"

Yes, there is a little dining atmosphere.

Song Ran gave a soft "um" and his expression softened: "Then why don't you go home early, we can have dinner at the same table."

"There are still a few days, don't worry, huh?"

"I'm not in a hurry." Song Ran said duplicity, "Yes...it's Bubu who misses you."

He Zhiyuan felt that he was so cute that he wanted to cover it up so obviously, and the thought of teasing came out again, so he asked: "I am a person with special preferences, can you cook any dish?"

Song Ran jumped right into the trap, and replied seriously and naively: "As long as I have a recipe and can buy ingredients, I should be able to cook it. I have never cooked Western food before. If you want to eat it, I can enroll in a class. That... Mr. He, what do you like to eat?"

He Zhiyuan: "Cook."

"Hey……"

Song Ran couldn't speak anymore, her neck felt hot, and her ears quickly turned from light red to blood red.He squatted on the ground, hugged his arms, and buried his head deeply: "What's the matter with you!"

He Zhiyuan asked back: "What's wrong with me?"

"Your painting style was obviously not like this two days ago, obviously... you look like a human being, and you are very polite. As soon as we dated, you mutated and became one, one..." Song Ran hesitated to speak. , The three words lingered in the throat for a long time, and finally opened up the firepower, bursting out word by word, "Old! Rascal! Rascal!"

Sonorous and powerful, righteous and strict.

He Zhiyuan laughed loudly, not concealing his rogue nature at all.After laughing, he corrected his attitude and asked Songran, "You don't like it?"

I like your size.

Song Ran buried a monkey's butt face deeper.

He Zhiyuan said: "If you don't like it, of course I can always be a well-behaved gentleman in front of you. However, life would be very boring that way - it's more interesting to pretend to be a hero in a suit and leather shoes, and to be a hooligan in nothing at all. And After you are together, the old hooligan in my bones can't stay still, and wants to show up when he has nothing to do."

Every man is essentially a hooligan when facing the person he likes.As cool as the skin under the collar of your shirt is, as hot as the blood pumping from your heart.

About this point, Song Ran himself understood very well - because after falling asleep at night, in Mr. He's arms, he was also an out-and-out little hooligan.

I couldn't help myself, how could I have the face to ask Mr. He.

The little rascal and the old rascal tacitly agreed on this aspect, and they quickly reached an agreement tacitly - when you are in love, you have to look a little bit in love, and no one should be prudish in the future. If you can't stand it, whoever loses.

Songran took up the challenge passionately, and regretted it in a second.

He Zhiyuan has such a high level, he can't even catch a few tricks over the phone, if they meet in the future, he will lose without leaving his underwear and his chrysanthemum?

Old hooligan, too treacherous!

He dared not speak out, and said good night to He Zhiyuan in a shameful manner, turned off the range hood, washed the pan, washed his hands, and served three dishes on the table.Just as he was preparing to serve the meal, he saw Boubo resting his chin on his hands, looking at him with his big eyes blinking, smiling, with a mysterious expression, as if he had just done some tricks behind his back.

"What's the matter with you and your dad today, one is weirder than the other." Song Ran glanced at him, then picked up a small bowl to fill him with rice, "Be honest, what kind of idea are you thinking?"

Boubo shook left and right: "I won't tell you!"

Yo, there are.

Song Ran pushed the job bowl in front of him, pretending to be displeased: "You are a big kid, you have learned to bully your brother in just a few days, and I will punish you to eat an extra spoonful of rice."

"Hey hey hey!"

Boubo grinned, grabbed a small spoon, and ate a bowl full of rice with a secret in mind.

On April 8012th, the colored footprints moved forward one more step.Songran took Bubu to [-]B to do a big cleaning, intending to welcome Mr. He home with a clean window.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the two doors on the twelfth floor opened facing each other, and the sunlight filtered through the small window of the flower bed into the central public aisle.Song Ran went to 8012B first, opened the window for ventilation, sprayed some air freshener, and Boo Bu followed him with a bag of rags and washing liquid. Putting on plastic gloves, he diligently wiped the chairs, and then wiped them again. table.

Bu Doudou, who is not afraid of nothing, is a little scared at this time.

It squatted at the door, poked its head cautiously, but didn't dare to follow.After observing for a while, it seemed that the opposite door did not seem to be in danger, so it mustered up its courage, quietly passed through the fragrance and shade of sunflowers and Casablanca, slipped into the house along the wall of 8012B, jumped onto the low cabinet in the living room, and curled up its front paws , lying quietly beside a jade brave.

Neither Songran nor Bubu found it, but Xiao Q did.

Small Q can capture all dynamic objects within the field of vision without omission. It locks on the low cabinet and chases after it with a flashing red light. The camera is aimed at Budoudou with a beep, and the red light turns into a soft blue light.

This is the first time it has recognized a pet.

In terms of function, of course, Xiao Q can recognize pets, and the quota of "family members" is not limited to humans, but 8012B has never raised pets before, and this function of Xiao Q has been sleeping.Today it finally found a cat, as excited as if Columbus discovered the New World, and turned on the blue light to show his goodwill.

Bu Doudou had never seen such a weird thing before, his hair stood on end in fright, he leaned against the wall, and gave it a paw with a "slap".

Meow.

A soft meow came from Xiao Q's speaker.

Budoudou was taken aback, his pupils dilated, and he stared suspiciously at this strange-looking "similar", not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend.

Meow meow meow.

Xiao Q changed a batch of "friendly cat tones", barking several times in cadence, intending to increase the pet's favorability.Unexpectedly, Bu Doudou didn't appreciate it, and slapped it hard again.

In the living room, Xiao Q and Bu DouDou are not going smoothly to establish a cross-species friendship. At the door of the bedroom, Song Ran takes a deep breath and pushes open the door that belongs to He Zhiyuan.

A typical single male bedroom, exactly as Songran expected.

Beige carpet, light gray big bed, small tea table, single sofa, wall paint and solid wood texture continue the simple lines.Except for the lamp and clock on the bedside table, and the four or five books on the coffee table, the whole room basically has no decorative green plants, ornaments and photo frames.

Also too spacious.

The books on the coffee table are very thick, each volume is the original English version, and the titles are either abbreviations of unknown meaning or long words that are not common.Songran has a junior high school education, and the number of words he can recognize is limited. Finally, he saw that the title of the bottom book only had three words, and he knew two of them, one was "nature" and the other was "language". He opened it and read it immediately—— The title can still read two-thirds, the table of contents jumps directly into another dimension, and then flips back to the content, each page is comparable to a book from heaven, a large number of difficult English paragraphs are mixed with complicated tables and code examples, except for articles, He hardly knew them at all.

Song Ran hurriedly closed the book and put it back on the coffee table.

Science and engineering... It's too scary, reading alien texts all day long.

In the future, it is better not to try to understand Mr. He's professional field. Instead of doing useless work, it is better to draw a few watercolor rabbit cards and give them to Mr. He as bookmarks.No matter how difficult the professional books are, if there is a cute lop-eared rabbit squatting on the edge of the book and eating radishes, it will become cute.

There are specializations in the art industry, and there is no high or low occupation.

Mr. He can build robots, he can draw rabbits, and overall they are a good match.

Song Ran comforted himself solemnly.

In the past, he was far from being so optimistic, and he would definitely be stuck in the gap between the two of them, but Mr. He said that what he likes is him, not his education and income. Mr. He's thinking.

Song Ran happily tidied up the tea table, stacked a book neatly and neatly, then walked to the big bed, looking at it expectantly.

In a few days, the bed would be his.

Fingertips caressed the flat quilt, which had not been used for more than ten days, and the fabric was slightly cool.He slowly leaned down, leaned on the bed, grabbed the only pillow, and smelled the scent left by Mr. He.

This should be a fine man.

No tobacco smell, not even a hint of alcohol.The pure masculine breath has a faint perfume tail note, which is deep, rich and sexy, infiltrating his breath and shaking his nerves.

Song Ran likes it very much.

He felt that his imagination had probably gone awry.With such a taste, Mr. He must be better-looking than the ordinary IT uncle in his mind, and even better-looking, maybe... he can be considered handsome.

Song Ran suddenly stood up on the bed, threw down the pillow, and began to look for Mr. He's photos all over the room—even though he knew in his heart that according to Mr. He's personality, he would never put a photo in the bedroom.He searched around carefully, except for drawers and wardrobes, he searched every corner, but he still didn't find anything like a picture frame.

Alas, it really is an unrealistic fantasy.

Song Ran sat on the small sofa in despair, feeling more and more itchy, as if being scratched by a feather.

He wanted to see Mr. He so much, if he couldn't resist asking for photos now, would he be laughed at?If I had known that today would be such a difficult day, I should have firmly grasped the opportunity of the previous video, even if I hugged Boo Boo together.

Song Song was so regretful that he nestled in the small sofa, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.

Then, he was caught by a decorative painting on the wall.

This is a decorative painting with little content. Two pairs of small footprints are drawn on a square of white paper, one pair is slightly larger, cobalt blue, and the other pair is slightly smaller, emerald green.

This painting is exquisite and cute, which doesn't match the style of the bedroom.

Song Ran felt strange, so he went to the painting and looked at it seriously, and then found something strange—the two pairs of small footprints were not painted, but printed.

Someone was holding two little babies, dipped their little feet in paint, and printed two pairs of immature marks.

Under the small blue footprints, there is a line of faint pencil words:

Boob, 6 months and 11 days.

And under the small green footprint, there is also a line of pencil writing:

Ashley, Happy birthday.

(Ashley, happy birthday)