Pastel Colors

Day1615:45

Song Ran didn't want to stay on this street for a second.

He wanted to step back and turn a street corner. There was a lively kindergarten there, which was the place where he and Mr. He had made an appointment to meet in advance.As long as he fled back, closed his eyes, and waited for the clock to turn to four o'clock, Mr. He would definitely appear in front of him as promised.

He bet that Mr. He loves him dearly and is reluctant to "make things difficult" to the end.

He Zhiyuan seemed to have guessed his plan, and immediately said: "Baby, don't be afraid, don't be afraid first. I'm different from your father, I'm not him. The promise I made to you will definitely be fulfilled, even if the sky falls I won't break the appointment either. Please trust me once and stand there waiting for me, okay?"

His tone was gentle and firm, and Song Ran stopped, like a nail being driven deep into a square brick, unable to retreat or dare to move forward.

"Mr. He, I...I really can't..."

Song Ran lowered her head, choked up and murmured.

He was afraid of too many things—he was afraid that Mr. He would not want him, and he was afraid that he would wait for someone to come, but he fell ill on the spot, trapped in the distorted kaleidoscope, and couldn't get out, talking and chanting nonstop. Looking at those numbers, messing up their first meeting and even freaking out little Boob who has always liked him.

Song Ran had been looking forward to this day for too long, and it would become a beautiful memory that he cherished for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to mess it up.

What scares him even more is some uncontrollable absurd speculation.

Could it be counting and counting, accidentally touching a certain extremely inauspicious number, disasters from heaven, nightmares recurring, Mr. He who was about to go to the appointment suddenly disappeared out of thin air, could never come to him again, and even made a phone call Unreasonable?

So what should he do?

Thinking of this possibility, Song Ran's heart twitched, feeling that the shattered sunlight on the ground had really turned into glass shards, and someone picked it up and crushed it mercilessly on his heart.

"Mr. He, can we...can we meet at the gate of the kindergarten?" Song Ran begged, "I want to see you, and I want to see you now. Don't tease me, don't hide, come here quickly!"

He looked around the empty street, his eyes gradually turned red, and he almost had to growl his last sentence to cover up his wet crying.

He Zhiyuan said in a low voice: "Honey, I'm waiting for the car."

Song Ran: "Wait...wait for the bus?"

"Yes." He Zhiyuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, with a gentle tone, as if talking to a light-sleeping kitten, "I'm very close to you, only three streets and two crossroads away .I also want to see you as soon as possible. It’s best to fly directly there, but unfortunately I don’t have wings. At present, the fastest mode of transportation is probably the bus. The next bus has 1 minute to enter the station... Ah, I It seems to see it, it's about to enter the station, do you want me to get in the car?"

Song Ran's expression was blank: "I hope."

"So, would you like to wait for me where I am?"

"Wish, yes!" Song Ran reacted, nodded vigorously, his eyes glistened, and his breathing became short of breath, "Mr. He, I can count, I... I will start counting now, come early, don't Miss that car."

"Okay." He Zhiyuan promised him with a smile, "I will definitely not miss it."

A small station, hiding in the clouds of wisteria flowers, waiting for the passers-by who come only once an hour.

Song Ran walked a few steps closer to it, looked at the long shaded long street where the bottom could not be seen at a glance, and suddenly he was no longer afraid of the unknown.Little by little, his chest was filled with warmth, and he summoned up his courage and began to silently read the number.

"one two three four……"

There was a crisp ringing of bells behind him, and an old man riding a permanent [-] approached Songran slowly.As they passed by, the old man sized up the young man who was standing still with strange eyes, then the car turned and disappeared around the corner.

"Ten, eleven, twelve..."

The proprietress of the tailor shop facing the street came out and took away a bamboo stool placed under a tree.She raised her head and looked at Songran, but she didn't see why for a long time, and went back thinking about it.

"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty..."

A sycamore leaf leaves the branch and floats past Songran's eyes.He held his mobile phone and stared into the distance intently, feeling more and more nervous.

"25, 26, 27..."

Why haven't you come yet?

The surroundings are silent, the leaves are motionless, time seems to be frozen, and even the wind has forgotten to walk this street.

"34, 35, 36..."

All of a sudden, the wind stirred wildly, and "hula" poured into the silent street, blowing away the shade of trees in the distance.With the bright sunlight cast by that beam, Song Ran vaguely saw the silhouette of a bus appearing at the end of the long street.

coming!

He was almost screaming in his heart, but his expression didn't change. He just stared at the car intently, his mouth slightly opened because of the high tension, and he stopped counting.

The bus was slowly coming in the direction of Songran, the outline changed from blurred to clear, the front of the bus was square, and a row of bright green digital lights were on.

41 Road.

It drove so slowly, at least in Songran's eyes, it seemed to be crawling like a snail, and it seemed to have fallen into a swamp of different depths. All four wheels were dragged by the mud, and it took a long time to slowly move half of the distance.Song Ran couldn't take it anymore, so he took the initiative to run wildly, and stopped in front of the pedestrian crossing across the road.

Accompanied by the announcement of the station, No. 41 stopped at the side of the small platform smoothly.

Song Ran stared at the car door closely, her eyes were about to pop out - Mr. He, are you in there?Will you walk through this door across time and distance?

The door opened, and there was only one passenger who got off at the station, and the bus drove away quickly without stopping.

It was a tall and straight man.

Black shirt, anthracite tie, and a silver pin reflecting the sunlight on the front.

He strolled leisurely to the side of the road, faced Song Ran, opened his arms towards him with a smile, and called out in a low voice, "Baby, come here."

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew across the street, like a flying arrow wiping out an afterimage, and crashed into He Zhiyuan's arms head-on.

Songran is 1.7 meters tall, weighs [-] kilograms, has muscles, has explosive power, and he is so strong that he is facing his chest. The windows of the tea house.

There was a "bang", the window frame vibrated, and the wisteria flowers on the top of the window turned into rain, spraying them all over one after another.

"Mr. He!"

Song Ran didn't care about it, and refused to retreat an inch, and tightly wrapped his arms around He Zhiyuan's neck, hugging him tightly.

He Zhiyuan was amused by his childish impulsive behavior, and he wrapped his arms around his waist, brushed off the petals that fell between his clothes and hair, and said softly: "I'm here, I'm here...it's okay, I'm not here Have you been picked up?"

"Uh-huh!"

Song Ran nodded vigorously, her emotions suddenly disappeared, her nose felt sour, and she lay on He Zhiyuan's shoulder and sobbed fiercely, tears poured down, and the shirt was wet from crying.

He Zhiyuan patted him on the back lightly, again and again, accepting all his grievances with a broad embrace.

Song Ran buried her head in his neck, with the weight of her whole body pressed up, wishing she could embed into each other's bones and flesh.

"Mr. He."

He called out again, his voice sticky.

"Honey, I'm here."

Responses are always prompt.

Song Ran's heart softened into a little snail without a shell, and his arms hugged him even tighter.

He has not been hugged by anyone for many, many years. He feels cold alone at night, so he can only hug himself, missing the warmth that remains in his memory—the skin touches directly with heat, and the pulse is strong underneath. Beating, smell intertwined, gradually becoming dependent on each other.

But after all, it is just a memory and cannot bring real temperature.

The more he missed it, the colder he felt, every inch of his skin was hollowed out, the itching was unbearable, as if ten thousand ants had crawled over it.

Today he was finally held in the arms of a mature man.The other party was taller and stronger than him. His arms and chest muscles were hard, an unbreakable wall, and the male hormones were so strong, which gave him enough sense of security.

Like a father's protection for a weak child.

Song Ran heard a slight cracking sound, and the protective shell named "Strength" that was coated outside his heart cracked a crack.A young boy poked his head out, walked over timidly, timidly occupied his consciousness, and timidly hugged He Zhiyuan, crying, "Dad."

dad.

This sound was very soft, but He Zhiyuan could hear it clearly.

He couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Baby, it's okay, Dad is with you." He hugged Songran tightly, kissed his hot side neck, "Hey, don't be afraid, with Dad here, I won't be afraid in the future."

The curtain at the door of the tea house was lifted, and a clerk came out to check the situation, trying to figure out what was going on with the loud noise that almost shattered the glass just now, but as soon as he went out, he met two men hugging by the window, his eyes They all stared straight.

Looking at the one who showed his face again, the clerk was stunned: "Hey, Mr. He?"

He Zhiyuan is a regular customer of this tea house, and he often pays the bill with his face, and everyone in the shop knows him.

He signaled "Do Not Disturb" with his eyes, but it was too late.Startled by the sound, Song Ran subconsciously pushed him away, took a step back in a panic, grabbed the seam of his trousers with his fingers, and looked at the clerk at a loss, his wet eyes were as red as rabbits.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Mr. He, I'll give you [-]% off next time!"

The clerk bowed, turned around and hid back in the tea house.

Songran called "Dad" just now by accident, but now he came back to his senses, he was so ashamed and shameless, he lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at He Zhiyuan directly.

"Songran?"

He Zhiyuan wanted to hold his hand, and took a step closer, but he quickly took a step back.

After one step closer, he took another step back.

Behind him was the small train station. He took only three steps back, and his back tragically stuck to a cold glass wall—there was no way out.

It's time to die.

Song Ran lowered his eyes, watching the pair of super expensive leather shoes approaching him without asking, and at the same time, there were two straight legs, which were obviously longer than his own—congenital disadvantage, aura loss .Putting one hand in his pocket, He Zhiyuan tapped Songran's sneakers lightly with his shiny toe, and blew a gust of hot air towards his forehead: "What are you hiding?"

"No, I didn't hide."

He Zhiyuan sneered: "Didn't you show me your forehead?"

Song Ran thought for five seconds, but failed to refute, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise his head.

Strictly speaking, he flew across the road just now, rushing, sprinting, and hugging three times. He didn't have time to look at Mr. He's face carefully. This is the first time they have looked at each other directly at close range.

Damn, live.

He can breathe, blink, and raise his eyebrows twice—so handsome.

Before, he was shocked to the point where he was electrocuted more than a dozen meters away, but now only a dozen centimeters apart, with every detail visible, he stared blankly at He Zhiyuan's facial features, his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and all his etiquette, righteousness, and shame were thrown into coal. The cake oven, and the shameful "Dad" was lost somewhere.

The way his IQ dropped to zero in a second was very interesting, He Zhiyuan laughed at it.

Song Ran was greedy for his smile, and said foolishly, "Can you smile again?"

He Zhiyuan then laughed again in cooperation.

This time, Songran didn't even know what he was doing - he reached out and grabbed He Zhiyuan's tie, pulled it down hard, and raised his head to kiss it.

Lips lightly touch.

Dry, soft, slightly cool, indescribably comfortable.

After losing control in just a second, it was probably caused by the strange touch of kissing. Song Ran woke up instantly, and retracted his neck desperately, but the lips were not completely separated, but they suddenly became more entangled——He Zhiyuan's eyes rolled Shen, backhanded his hand holding the tie and firmly pressed it against the wall, followed his lips and kissed him.

In a hurry, the back of Songran's head hit the glass, making a muffled "boom".

Song Ran's initiative before was only scratching the surface, and He Zhiyuan was obviously not satisfied with that.He pushed the person against the wall in an unresistable posture, broke through the gentle defense line of his lips, grazed the gums with the tip of his tongue, entered the inside forcefully, hooked the wet and slippery tongue and sucked hard.This siege posture was too violent, Song Ran opened his startled eyes wide, and before he could react, his lips had been ravaged and deformed.

"Well!"

He felt a little pain, and struggled to turn his head to the left, He Zhiyuan ran over to the left, and turned to the right, He Zhiyuan rolled over to the right without hesitation, and in the end he simply grabbed his chin with the jaws of a tiger, not allowing him to turn his head.

Just when Song Ran was about to die, He Zhiyuan stopped: "Close your eyes."

Song Ran took the opportunity to take a deep breath and stared at him nervously.

"Close your eyes."

Repeat again.

Song Ran's two eyelashes trembled, they were pressed down bit by bit, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Close your eyes, people will relax, and kisses can be lingering.

He Zhiyuan began to peck his lips, sucking each one, as if tasting plump and elastic fruit candy.They licked their lips with the tip of their tongues again, entangled with each other stickily.When the saliva increased and the kiss made a sizzling sound, he opened the already loose lips, poked in, drilled deeply, wrapped around the fiery and flexible tongue, and released his suppressed rough nature in the battle.

At first it was a one-sided teaching and seduction, but soon, Songran began to respond to him clumsily and hard.

A single spark started a prairie fire.

They kissed like a fight, they couldn't breathe, their teeth collided with their teeth, and their noses collided with their noses when they were fierce.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, blowing off three or two petals of wisteria, floating on their cheeks, a little itchy.

But this was nothing compared to the itch that drenched his entire body.

When the long fight finally came to an end, both of them were hardened.

When they kissed, their lower bodies were always close to each other, and the space was not big, and it had to accommodate two things that were gradually waking up, so the more they kissed, the more painful it became.No one can control these two hard-boned things, rubbing, fighting, grabbing territory, wishing to get out of their crotches and fight with real knives and guns.

They would like to do it, but it's a pity that the right time, the right place, and the harmony of people only occupy one - even if the "harmony" can pick two, it is definitely illegal to commit adultery in the street.The two had no choice but to hide under the wisteria waterfall, gasping for breath while looking at each other affectionately, waiting for the active elements in their crotches to subside.

Song Ran's lips were swollen by the kiss, she rubbed the corner of her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, and complained: "I'm going to pick up Bubu later, if it's like this, is it embarrassing?"

He Zhiyuan just laughed: "Who rushed up to flirt first, don't you remember?"

"Who... who remembers."

Song Ran replied awkwardly, averting her eyes with a guilty conscience.

He Zhiyuan touched his waist and pinched him: "Do you want to do it again to help you restore your memory?"

"Don't, it's not soft yet!" Song Ran jumped up and twisted his waist, and pulled his salty pig's hand away, "Talk about something else, talk about something else, positive, healthy, non-irritating, soft Be quick."

"Okay." He Zhiyuan looked at him dotingly and smiled, then changed the subject, "When I got off the car just now, how long did you count?"

Song Ran thought for a while: "36."

He Zhiyuan said: "Not bad, a pretty good number."

Song Ran was just about to say how boring you are, and even this can be used as a pretentious topic, when he saw He Zhiyuan stretched out his right index finger, slightly bent, and scratched lightly on the tip of his nose: "Baby, in the future, if your heart I can't help but want to count, do you know where to stop?"

Song Ran was slightly taken aback, and said "ah" in surprise: "Three... 36."

"Yes, 36." He Zhiyuan nodded, looking deeply into his eyes, "Because when the count reaches 36, Dad will come to pick you up."

Song Ran looked at He Zhiyuan in astonishment, without blinking his eyes.

In an instant, it was as if the clouds had opened and the sun was shining, and someone inserted a road sign with the word "End" on the long road with no end in sight—he got a precise upper bound.It is an impenetrable dam when the flood hits, blocking the huge waves and protecting him from being swallowed by the turbulence.

The number he read out himself could save him.

Song Ran bit her lip, and almost cried again - it was all on purpose, Mr. He had to force him to count from one to the top before showing up, just to give him a precious number.

He used all his strength to hold back his tears, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, bent his elbow and gave He Zhiyuan's chest a hard push, and cursed: "What do you mean 'Daddy' will come to pick me up? You're taking advantage of me again!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I won't take advantage of you." He Zhiyuan smiled lowly, whispered into his ear, "No matter what your name is, be it father or husband, you are my baby. "