Pastel Colors

Day0121:26

If your baby is going to sleep out, prepare a change of clothes.

Bubusa girl rushed into the house to clean up, Songran turned on the headlights for him, originally wanted to go in to help, but then thought it would be inappropriate to trespass into other people's homes when the adults were not around, so she leaned on the doorway, supervising Bubu like a dog. Running like a rabbit between the bedroom and the bathroom.

Every time he passed the living room, Bubu would subconsciously turn his head to look at the door, and seriously told him, "Brother, don't slip away!"

Song Ran promised: "Absolutely not slipping away."

The child's movements were clumsy and slow, and Song Ran just took the opportunity to look at the neighbor's living room.

As he guessed, 8012B's home interior and door carpet are highly unified in style, which is a typical minimalism.The main color is black, white and gray, with clean and neat straight lines everywhere, and even the decorative paintings use Mondrian’s abstract color blocks—if 8012A is a children’s fantasy amusement park, then 8012B is an office building for adults, which is not at all noticeable. Signs of the child's life.

Because it was too simple, Songran thought at first glance that the furniture was all cheap goods from IKEA. After a closer look, he realized that the overall collocation is quite design-like and should be of great value.

Then he was speechless about his thoughts.

How can it be cheap?

Last week, he rode by Fuxing West Road. He couldn't hold back his curiosity. He quickly glanced at the price tag displayed by the real estate agent, and the tire blew out.The price of Bishuiwanju is as high as 15 per square meter, and all of them are large-scale houses. It takes seven zeros to sign a check to exchange for a house.

Seven zeros!

Songran once dreamed of achieving five zeros, and his brain issued a sharp red alarm, reminding him that he was seriously overdrawn.

The class gap is indeed an unbridgeable chasm.

Song Ran complained silently in her heart.

"Brother! Catch it!"

Bubu happily ran to the door, brought a lot of fragrant bottles and cans, stuffed them to Songran like taking out trash, turned around and ran back to the room.Song Ran stared at the bottles and jars, and was dismayed to find that the trademarks on them were neither Chinese nor English, and he couldn't understand a single word.

What happened just now that actually gave him the illusion that "Boob is so pitiful"?Compared to Boob, he deserves more sympathy, right?

The heart of the good boy Ranran was hit hard, his blood quickly bottomed out, and he needed golden sore medicine to heal his wounds.

beep.

A slight electronic alert sounded in the living room. He looked in the direction of the sound, and his eyes were attracted by an avant-garde electrical appliance.

This should... be an electrical appliance, right?

It looks like a large silkworm cocoon that has been truncated down the middle, pure white, with a round chassis, smooth surface, and a height of about eighty centimeters.It had been facing Songran before, and the color blended perfectly with the wall. At this moment, it smoothly rotated 180 degrees, revealing a row of sparkling ice blue lights on the front.

There is a blue italic logo printed under the indicator light: SwordArcQ7.

What the hell is this?

Before Songran understood the situation, the big silkworm cocoon began to slowly move towards him. The original ice blue indicator light had been turned off and switched to a bright red symbolizing danger.

At this moment, a little boob popped out halfway.

The sturdy little Bubu held a large pile of clothes and shorts in his short arms, ran towards the door staggeringly, and shouted: "Brother! It's about to drop!"

Clothes piled up into a hill, blocking Boo Boo's view.

He couldn't see the way at all, and the sleeves and trouser legs dragged on the floor for a long time, and finally bumped into Songran's arms with his clothes.

"Okay!" Boob got up, took off the flowered socks on top of his head, and said excitedly, "Let's go to sleep!"

beep.

Another electronic beep.

Song Ran saw with his own eyes that the white silkworm cocoon stopped moving, the indicator light returned to ice blue, turned around 180 degrees, and returned to the corner again to enter the standby mode.

He was even more confused.

"let's go!"

Bubu couldn't wait, and while urging Songran, he pushed him hard to the opposite door, as if he would be locked in a dark room if he took a step too late.

In the bathroom of Songran's house, there was the sound of running water, one big and one small sitting naked in the bathtub making bubbles.

According to Bubu's instructions, Songran correctly differentiated the baby shampoo, baby hair conditioner, baby body wash and baby body lotion, grabbed Bubu's ankle, and rubbed each toe clean.In return, Bubu used two small hands to help Songran get a head of white hair that could be used as a COS Sakata Yinshi.

Bubu had never played a bathing game before, but now he was playing crazy, splashing water all over the bathroom, as if he was making a scene.Unable to resist, Song Ran turned into a Tathagata Buddha, pressed the stubborn grandson under Wuzhi Mountain, flushed the water, wiped it dry, wrapped it in a small bathrobe, pressed it on a chair to dry his hair, and then hugged him bedroom.

The little boy was so excited that he couldn't sleep, he rolled around on the big bed with his bare buttocks, rolling himself into a boob sushi.

Song Ran let him roll around, and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his hair.

After wiping, he remembered that weird white silkworm cocoon, and asked casually, and Bubu sat up straight like a carp: "You mean little Q?"

Song Ran: "Guide dog?"

"It's not that little Q! It's... oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Bubu Sushi was wrapped too tightly, and was photographed back on the bed as soon as he sat up.Before Songran could laugh, Bubu himself laughed first, laughing and joking for a while before crawling out of the sushi.He hugged the quilt and said very proudly: "Little Q is a robot sent by my father to protect me."

"Machine... robot?"

The answer is too sci-fi, Song Ran finds it hard to believe.

"That's right, it's a robot. It's the work of Dad and Uncle Kraus. It's older than me." Bubu nodded vigorously, and introduced to him, "Little Q is the seventh generation. There are three robots in total." There are two models: a big little Q, a small little Q, and a small little Q. Because I am very small, a small little Q is enough to protect me, so my father gave me a small little Q Q."

Song Ran had a question mark on his face.

What big, small, not too big... It doesn't make sense that he has lived for 23 years, and he can't even understand the words of a four-year-old child.

Song Ran confirmed again: "Is it really a robot?"

"Really!" Bubu nodded so that his chin almost touched his chest. "When Dad is not at home, Xiao Q will protect me. Dad will know when I have a fever or a cough. Dad's job is to take care of me. Xiao Q has become more powerful, knowing who is good and who is bad, so that if a stranger breaks into the house, Xiao Q can kill him!"

Do... kill?

Song Ran remembered the scene of the big silkworm cocoon approaching him with a dangerous red light just now, and couldn't help but stand on end: "How to kill it?"

"This...I have never seen this before." Bubu put his face on his hands, "Anyway, he will be unconscious for a few hours."

Song Ran was startled, and the towel in her hand fell off.

Just because of this sentence "I will be unconscious for a few hours", Song Ran had a bizarre sci-fi nightmare all night.

First, he was besieged by hundreds of large silkworm cocoons with bright red lights flashing on them, and ran for a few kilometers. When he turned around, he found that the large silkworm cocoons had collectively turned into Big White in "Big Hero [-]", followed by Spiderman, Batman, and Iron Man. , The Fantastic Four appear on the stage in turn, and finally cut into cartoons for no reason.

Song Ran woke up from the dream, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, but the lingering Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu still echoed in her ears...

Wait, isn't this dream too realistic?

The next second he reacted suddenly, turned over and got out of bed, ran out of the bedroom before he could put on his slippers, took out the children's mobile phone from Bubu's schoolbag, pressed the call button, and at the same time slammed the electronic clock on the coffee table—— 3 o'clock in the morning.

Cattle!

He collapsed on the sofa weakly: "Hello."

Mr. He, do you still remember the time difference between us?

Hearing his voice, the other party was not surprised at all, and asked with a smile, "Why, are you reluctant to let Bubu sleep alone?"

"Yeah, who told me to be soft-hearted."

Song Ran choked back mercilessly, emphasizing the word "I" specially in order to set off the hard-heartedness of his biological father.

He Zhiyuan was not angry, but just smiled.

The screen in front of him was displaying home surveillance, and the bedroom was empty.He was still a little worried at first, but now that the child was sleeping across the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, clicked the mouse, turned off the Night Patrol function of SwordArc, and leaned back into the sofa: "Bubbu is a bit obsessed with the bed, sleeping at your house Does it smell good?"

"You're right, Boubo slept very soundly! The phone ringing so loudly in the middle of the night woke me up [-] times, and he still hasn't woken up."

Song Ran's sleep was interrupted, her temper was extremely bad, and she lay on the pillow with her eyes closed, completely disinclined to hide the thorns in her voice: "Mr. Bu also slept soundly, if you need to find him for something, can you be a little patient, at least wait until tomorrow morning..."

Having said that, he suddenly froze.

That's right, it's three o'clock in the morning, no matter how thoughtless Papa He is, there's no reason to pick this time to call Bubu, could it be...

Songran was a little confused: "Do you know that Bubu hasn't come home?"

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Song Ran was even more confused: "This... how do you know?"

"My house has surveillance cameras." He Zhiyuan explained with a smile, "It's on the big silkworm cocoon you saw."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Song Ran showed an expression of "I see" and nodded again and again, and then heard the second half of the sentence, so scared that the whole person rolled to the ground together with the pillow.

How could the other party know such details?

He and the big silkworm cocoon stared at each other for ten seconds, and Father He had no reason to find out!

At this time, He Zhiyuan was sitting in the office of the SwordArc headquarters, at twelve noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the tropical flowers and plants outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were in full bloom.When the night patrol function of the big silkworm cocoon was turned off, the monitoring signal also disappeared, and the monitor screen switched back to a 9-second video.

The video starts from the beginning. First, a young man in a red and white plaid apron leans against the door of 8012A, staring at the camera very puzzled.Then the camera gradually zoomed in, the young man seemed a little worried and took a step back.Suddenly Bubu appeared from the left side of the screen, and rushed towards him with a pile of clothes in his arms. The young man squatted down quickly, just in time to be hit by the child.

In addition to the video, three corresponding logs have been added to the database.

The first entry, red, non-registered suspicious object alert log, April 4 03:21:17.

The second article, yellow, the danger level has been lowered-no aggressiveness predicted, at 4:03:21 on April 17.

Article 4, green, security object update log, April 03 21:17:45.

The update moment of the last log was the second when Bubu fell into Songran's arms.

Video so far.

From the initial suspicious object to the later safe object, SwordArc has implemented a total of twelve judgment criteria, of which the three with the highest weight are: first, the behavior of the child (judged to be close to the child); second, the emotion of the child ( According to the infrared thermal imaging image, it is judged as a state of joy/happiness); third, the behavior of the observed object (the score is always below the danger threshold).

Song Ran didn't know that in that short nine seconds, he not only obtained a new ID number, logged into the safe object list of the big silkworm cocoon, but also collected a set of simple basic information.

Height: 177±1cm;

hair color: black;

Appearance: Keep a screenshot of the face from the video, with high resolution and clear facial features, and a set of facial features recognition data extracted from it.

Safety factor: 0.672.

His initial safety factor is not too high, temporarily judged by SwordArc as a "delivery/delivery person", and the range of activities from triggering the defense mechanism is limited to one square meter at the door.And in the future, whenever he appears within the vision of the big silkworm cocoon, the data about him will be updated, and the initial safety factor will also decrease or increase accordingly.

When the safety factor is higher, he will be judged as a "property/ordinary maintenance personnel", who can enter the living room, kitchen, dining room and balcony of 8012B, perform more complex actions, and have a longer stay.

As the identity goes up step by step, the scope of activities free from triggering defenses, the types of allowed behaviors, and the maximum stay time will be gradually released.

Among all the security identities, the highest level is called "family members".

They are the core protection objects of SwordArc, and they also have the full activity authority of 8012B.When a strange object appears at home and comes into contact with "family members", their behavior and reaction will be the one with the highest weight among all the judgment criteria SwordArc performs to evaluate the safety factor.

8012B's current number of "family members": 2.

Song Ran got up in embarrassment, picked up the pillow and mobile phone from the floor in the dark, and before asking the other party how to open the God's perspective, He Zhiyuan opened his mouth first: "What's the name?"

"Song...songsongsong, praisesongsong, of course."

Reflexively, he reported his family name.

"Song Ran."

He Zhiyuan tapped the keyboard, quickly updated the SwordArc database, took a sip of coffee, and commented: "Very rare surname."

"Yeah, the police station almost refused to register."

Song Ran echoed depressedly, her eyelids drooped lower and lower, and she was about to fall asleep again.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "A rare surname is also beneficial."

Song Ran opened her eyes: "For example?"

"For example, it can make people unforgettable."

"Just kidding, is this good?" Song Ran was quite disappointed, closed his eyelids to the end, and slumped back on the sofa, "Everywhere you go, you are asked if it is a pseudonym. This kind of trouble, you ordinary people surnamed He, don't you?" I will understand..."

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh.

The screen on the screen has switched to a new window, and in the command bar, a bright green cursor is flashing behind the word "Song Ran" at a fixed frequency.His finger hovered one centimeter above the Enter key, and he didn't press it for a long time.Three seconds later, he changed his mind, switched the window back to the SwordArc database, picked up his coffee, and left the office.

In fact, the "benefit" he wants to talk about is not a photographic memory, but the more unique the name, the easier it is to expose traces on the Internet.If necessary, his personal tool can capture more than 1% of Songran's online whereabouts within 90 minute, and generate a resume specific to the hour.In this resume, Songran will have no privacy at all.

But He Zhiyuan thought it was unnecessary.

This young man made him feel an indescribable relaxation, and he was willing to give him unconditional trust just by those few straightforward words.

On the other side of the world, Song Ran, whom He Zhiyuan trusted unconditionally, has long been trapped as a dog.Leaning on the pillow, he asked half asleep, "Mr. He, is there anything else you can do? If it's okay, I..."

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

"Oh." Song Ran was very frustrated, "You said."

He Zhiyuan sat down by the fountain in the small open-air garden. This is a relatively quiet place, suitable for chatting about today's topic.

"Songran, I have seriously considered your opinion and think you are right. Boo Boo is still young, it is not suitable for changing babysitters too frequently..."

Song Ran nodded in satisfaction: "En."

If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and there is nothing good about it. It seems that Father He is still a little conscious of being a parent.

"...But for me, finding acquaintances is not an easy task." He Zhiyuan said again, "You may not know my situation, my parents and classmates are not in S City, the reason why I settled here is because It's because the company plans to develop in the domestic market for a long time, and City S happens to be the most ideal location. I don't have many trustworthy people around me, but I do have some acquaintances in the business field, but I don't feel at ease entrusting Bubu to them."

"That……"

Then entrust it to me!

Song Ran sat up excitedly and almost blurted out.He Zhiyuan didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "I did find a suitable candidate, but my relationship with him... how should I put it, I don't know him very well."

"Oh."

Songran turned from sunny to cloudy in a second, and hunched back on the sofa again.

"Not too familiar" is also familiar, at least it must be half-familiar.He is a strange neighbor, he is considered a cold dish if he is exhausted, and he has never even been in the pot. It is not appropriate to have the cheek to rob someone of his child.No matter how heartless Papa He is, he would not be so stupid as to entrust Bobu to him to raise him.

Even though he thought so, Song Ran didn't hold back, and asked unwillingly: "It's not too familiar, is it too familiar?"

The other party replied: "I haven't seen it. I talked on the phone for a few minutes before, and my impression is not bad."

No... haven't seen... talked on the phone for a few minutes...

Song Ran was stunned, the barrage in front of him exploded into fireworks again—this is really "familiar"!Why is your old man's definition of "cooked" so fresh and refined, so unexpected?If you talk on the phone for a few minutes, you are considered an acquaintance, so what should you do with someone who has met you?Taoyuan became sworn brothers, sworn blood for an alliance, and stabbed at both sides?

The road is dark and full of brothers and sisters, why don't you recognize your relatives?

Song Ran squeezed the phone, his bones creaked.

To be honest, he has never met a more irresponsible parent than He Zhiyuan in his life.If He Zhiyuan is in front of him, he guarantees that his cell phone must have smashed her face!

"Mr. He, my speech is a bit direct. You can make do with listening to a few words, and you can't make do with it." Song Ran switched the combat mode with one button and cast the skill of cynicism, "According to common sense, we usually call it 'stranger' if it only takes a few minutes on the phone." People', not 'acquaintances'. Maybe you are very popular, Mr. He, and you can really get a friend who is reliable enough to take care of Bubu after a few minutes of calling, but do you think the probability of this happening is high?"

"Do you think this will work? The previous suggestion was just my dream. Now I am sober, especially sober. I sincerely suggest that you find a new aunt for Bubu according to the original plan, carefully screen and verify carefully, at least in case One day when Boubo gets lost, you won’t even know who to beg for the child, will you?”

What he said was actually quite offensive, but when the other party heard it, he laughed in a low voice.Songran's scalp went numb, his heartbeat fluctuated, and he threw the phone two meters away like a hot potato.

What are you teasing in the middle of the night? !

Do you know there is a gay here? If you know, you will be scared to death!

The good-tempered Mr. He never seemed to get angry. Even though he was ridiculed like this, when Songran pulled out the phone from the crack of the sofa, he still heard his gentle voice: "Songran, don't you think you have a little bit of thought?" Arbitrary?"

boom!

This time, the pillow was thrown two meters away.

"Arbitrariness? Mr. He, if it wasn't for..."

"Of course, a villain who gets close to me will not become a good person, and a good person who gets along with me lightly will not become a villain. Whether a person is reliable or not depends on his own character, not how much I am with him. Familiar." He Zhiyuan cast a full-level defensive skill, with 100% damage rebound, "I think I have a good eye for people, even if we only chat for a few minutes, will the other party take care of the child, is considerate to the child, I can tell the difference."

All right, all you said is right, extremely, special, quite reasonable, I, a little painter with no eloquence, can't beat you.

Song Ran gritted her teeth furiously, reached out and grabbed the other pillow, and bit the corner of the fabric—anyway, when you go to look for missing children in the ravine next month, I will definitely not help you!

He stared at the screen, moved his finger to the hang-up button, and said viciously and viciously: "Mr. He, I think what you said is very reasonable, and your friend is really suitable for taking care of children. I wish you a tacit cooperation." , grow old together, live happily ever after! It's [-]:[-] Beijing time, and I'm so sleepy that I can't keep my eyes open, do you have anything urgent to say?!"

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

……

There is your sister!

Song Ran raised a standard, powerful, domineering middle finger: "Say!"

Then he heard the other party clear his throat, and said very solemnly and politely: "It's like this, Song Ran, there is a four-year-old child in my family, named He Yueyang, nicknamed Bubu, very good, you I've seen it too, and I'm lying on your bed now."

How do you feel... a little bad?

"I will be on a business trip abroad for half a month, and I will be busy, so I won't be able to take care of him personally. It just so happens that the nanny at home has also asked for leave."

How do you have a premonition...worse?

"Although we only talked on the phone once, we are not very familiar with each other, but please allow me to ask—Songran, would you like to help me look after the child?"

Song Ran's expression was dull, his hands shook, and he pressed the hang up button.

"beep--"

The call was cut off.

He Zhiyuan stared down at the pitch-black screen of the phone, thinking to himself, Oops... It seems that the joke is a bit too much.

Three minutes later, the screen lit up, and the other party called back.He Zhiyuan answered the phone, only to hear Songran say in a trembling voice: "He, Mr. He, you...can you tell me directly? It's really... hurting the neighbors' feelings to deliberately dig a hole for me to jump like this. ..."

Because he woke up completely from fright, the young man resumed his previous stuttering, and occasionally swallowed a few times.The hedgehog with the needle pointing at the wheat awn just now disappeared, and turned into a harmless soft snail.

He Zhiyuan leaned against the wall, couldn't stop laughing, and said after a while, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The other side heard his laughter, and remained silent in embarrassment.

"So, about the answer..." He Zhiyuan asked, "Songran, are you willing?"

In the living room of 8012A, Song Ran was holding the phone, her cheeks were getting redder and redder, and she suddenly buried her face in the pillow.

Don't be so gentle, okay?

Do you know that your voice with this tone... really looks like a marriage proposal!

Song Ran was so entangled that he almost crushed the pillow in his arms. In the end, the strong man broke his wrist, made up his mind, gritted his teeth and replied, "I am willing."