Pastel Colors

Day0420:59

In the middle of the night, He Zhiyuan finished the work at hand, drove his modified Porsche on the fast lane for 90 miles, and returned home at lightning speed, took a hot shower, drank half a glass of red wine, and fell asleep.

Four hours later, he was forced to wake up by the regular biological clock, drowsily took out his mobile phone, and dialed today's love call.

Bubu picked up the phone, and softly called Baba on the other end, saying that he was painting, and it looked really good.

He Zhiyuan asked: "A newly bought coloring book?"

"No."

Bubu grabbed the dark green colored lead and carefully painted a lead-painted leaf on the cat's head: "Brother Songran drew it for me. We met a little cat in the morning. It's super cute. My brother drew it for me." Give it to me."

In the evening, when the kindergarten was over, a strange new aunt took him home. Songran was unexpectedly not at home, but left three stacks of children's picture books and a beautiful stick figure of a cat at the gate of 8012B.Bubu was still a little depressed at first, but when he saw his brother's paintings and books, he suddenly felt happy. He decided to paint it carefully and give it to his brother as soon as he got home.

He Zhiyuan hadn't woken up yet, he just remembered to explain the misunderstanding to Songran, and after chatting with Bubu for a few words, he said naturally: "Hey, give the phone to brother."

Bubu became confused, thinking that his father was extremely confused: "Brother is not here, only sister is here... I asked my sister to talk on the phone?"

He Zhiyuan happened to yawn for a long time, but he didn't hear clearly, and as soon as he changed the phone, he called directly: "Songran."

"Mr. He, hello... hello! My name is Lin Hui!"

The other side was very excited.

Early in the morning, the bright and refreshing high-octave female voice reached his ears, and He Zhiyuan instantly woke up.

Lin Hui?

It seemed to be the new babysitter he had hired.

Lin Hui is 21 this year, majoring in kindergarten teachers, and is preparing to graduate this summer.She has a baby face, permed pear blossom hair, wearing a rose red ribbon hairpin, looks very energetic.A few days ago, she had just submitted her resume at a senior housekeeping company. Yesterday, a short-term internship with a monthly salary of tens of thousands fell from the sky and fell directly on her forehead.According to the contact person, not only is the baby well-behaved, but the employer is also so handsome that she almost fainted with joy.

She showed excellent professionalism. First, she greeted Mr. He respectfully, then introduced herself, and then reported on Bubu's condition in an orderly manner.

At four o'clock, when the kindergarten is over, she takes a taxi to pick up Boo Boo and go home;

At five o'clock, Boob ate a small bowl of fruit salad mixed with strawberries, kiwi and dragon fruit;

At six o'clock, she made a pan-fried veal with carrots for dinner, Boo Boo had a good appetite, and the liquidation went smoothly;

At seven o'clock, in accordance with the special request of her employer, she told Bubu a fairy tale with eloquence. After listening to the story, Bobu politely said thank you.

Lin Hui once thought that children from rich families would be particularly difficult to take care of, but after seeing Bubu, she was simply amazed.This little friend is like a real noble gentleman, without any bad temper, not making noise, eating whatever he gives, and being incredibly sensible.

Even after listening to the story, he didn't pester Lin Hui to ask questions like other children, but took out the colored pens and quietly painted.

The work is too easy and the money is too easy to earn.

Lin Hui lay comfortably on the fabric sofa, drinking fruit juice and playing card games on her mobile phone. She was so grateful to the generous employer that she couldn't hold back her compliments when she answered the phone.

"Mr. He, you really care about Bubu. I have taken care of many children before, and this is the first time I have seen you as a parent who has prepared a carload of children's picture books!" Lin Hui smiled and warmly complimented He Zhiyuan , "You didn't specify what story to tell. I think the quality is quite good. It should have been carefully selected. I took one from the pile of four to six years old. If you have any needs, just ask, and I can prepare them in advance. of!"

He Zhiyuan, the Second Monk Zhang, was puzzled: "My family? Children's picture books?"

"Yes, the express delivery is at the door." Lin Hui leaned halfway from the sofa and checked the stack of books again, "There are three piles in total, labeled by age, one pile for 1 to 3 years old, one pile for 4 to 6 years old 7 year olds, 10 to [-] year olds... uh, wait a minute, don't you know?"

He Zhiyuan said, "I don't know."

This is awkward.

Lin Hui slapped the horse's ass on the horse's leg, laughed dryly, and her brain was spinning rapidly, and immediately thought of an explanation that she thought was extremely reasonable: "That must be the order from the madam, right? Your madam is so virtuous, ahaha. "

Complimenting Mrs. did not work, but Mrs. Lin also admired her wit.

He Zhiyuan frowned.

Where is his wife?

After praising the two parents, it's time to come to the most critical highlight - praising the children.

Lin Hui has rich experience in this field, and all kinds of compliments come out like blooming flowers. She praises Bubu for being obedient and polite. When it comes to being well-behaved, she is one of the best among children of the same age.

Who doesn't like to hear their child being praised?

She chattered good things endlessly, but she didn't expect that He Zhiyuan didn't feel happy.

Compliments like that...he's heard too much.

So far, every nanny has praised Boo Boo with repeated words.They said that Bubu was an astonishingly sensible child, and He Zhiyuan had always accepted it with peace of mind, taking this as evidence of his son's healthy growth.However, since the quarrel with Songran, when he heard words like "obedient", "sensible", and "well-behaved" again, his first reaction was to be vigilant.

Especially the word "one in a million".

One in a million means special, special can be positive or negative.In the past, he would not consider negative possibilities at all, but now, he has doubts about it.

"I have a question." He Zhiyuan interrupted Lin Hui's flattery, and asked bluntly, "According to your preschool teacher's experience, if a child has matured far beyond his peers, is there any symptom that may be psychologically abnormal? "

Lin Hui was surprised: the naked test encountered super-syllabus questions, the direction of the script is wrong!

She scratched her chin nervously, laughing and laughing: "Heart... mentally abnormal? Hahaha, Mr. He, you are so humorous, how could your child be abnormal? I promise, there is absolutely no... ..."

He Zhiyuan emphasized: "Anything possible."

"Uh, this is..."

Lin Hui stopped, and the alarm in her heart was loud - raising a child with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, how could it be so easy in the world?This question is very likely to be a hole specially dug by the employer to test her professionalism. She must perform well and not be perfunctory, so as not to be fired on the first day of work.

She cared too much about this job, she was so focused on how to answer He Zhiyuan's question, but she forgot that Bubu was still standing in the living room.

Bubu just looked at her silently, listened to her, and took every word into his heart.

Lin Hui said: "Mr. He, the possibility of what you said exists. Some children do not get any response from their parents for a long time, and they will indeed behave very obediently and show a certain degree of flattery. Typical examples are orphans, left-behind children, A child who has been treated coldly and violently, but... But what does these conditions have to do with your family, Bubu? Your family is so rich, and you must have a lot of parent-child company. Bobu's mental state is definitely healthy. Congratulations Sir, don't think too much about it, such things as being mentally abnormal..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her body suddenly sank, and she was thrown down by Bubu.

With tears in his eyes, the child stretched out his little arm, desperately trying to snatch the phone back, crying, "Give it back to me! I want to talk to my dad! I'm not abnormal, no!"

When He Zhiyuan heard the delicate and trembling cries over there, he jumped up from the bed and almost exploded.

What's the matter with this babysitter?Don't even know how to avoid children when talking about sensitive topics?When Songran was talking to him the day before yesterday, he not only entered the room, but even closed the door!

Lin Hui was stunned, and sat on the sofa dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.

Bubu snatched the phone from her, sat down on the ground and wailed loudly, belching and calling Dad, screaming that he was not abnormal.

Lin Hui looked at him stupidly, knowing that she had already lost the job.She was a little girl in her early twenties, who had never suffered such a sudden and huge blow, she couldn't bear it for a while, her nose was sore, and she began to shed tears.

When Songran came up on the elevator with a box of chicken shredded fried noodles, 8012B cried loudly, and the deafening sound could be heard through a door.

He knocked on the door, and a short while later, a young girl in a round-neck dress opened the door.

The girl's eyes were red and her face was full of tears. She obviously also participated in this late-night disturbing activity.When she saw the friendly handsome guy outside the door, she didn't even bother to ask for his name, she flew into Songran's arms, and wiped tears on his shoulders.

"Hey?" Song Ran was at a loss while holding the fried noodles, "You...what's the matter with you?"

Lin Hui cried loudly: "I'm done!"

Immediately afterwards, a more miserable cry sounded in the room: "Brother!!!"

Song Ran hurriedly pushed Lin Hui away, squatted down quickly, and opened his arms, only to see Bu Bu holding the child's mobile phone high, crying and running towards him, hitting him like a bullet.

Bubu yelled "Brother" so heart-piercingly that He Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone heard it, but instead heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed his shoulders, closed his eyes and rubbed his brows.

With Songran there, his anxious heart settled down.

Lin Hui's negligence once caused chaos at home, the child's face was covered with tears and snot, and he was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly, let alone patiently listen to his explanation.Even though He Zhiyuan has eighteen skills in martial arts, he can't hug or kiss someone with a cold mobile phone, there is really nothing he can do to deal with this mess.

Fortunately, Song Ran appeared at this time.

He Zhiyuan seldom trusts a person without reason, but his intuition tells him that as long as Songran is with him, his beloved child will soon stop crying.

On the other end of the phone, Songran hugged Bubu.

The baby was sobbing violently, her soft little body couldn't stop arching and arching, her tears kept gushing, her little face was covered with wet water marks, gathered up to her chin, and fell down like broken beads.

"It's all right, it's all right, Boo Boo, brother is here... brother is with you."

Song Ran patted the child's back, letting him cry on her shoulder.

A "beep" sounded in the corner of the living room, Xiao Q slowly turned 90 degrees, lit up a row of ice blue lights, and approached them half a meter.

Song Ran was a little scared, so she quickly moved away two steps.

Bubu cried out of breath for a while, pouted his little mouth, and defended himself aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm not abnormal, I'm a good boy..."

unusual?

As soon as Song Ran heard this word, she immediately realized that something was wrong - what did this little girl say?

He was afraid that Bubu would be hurt again, so he didn't dare to ask about the situation directly, so he quickly winked at Lin Hui, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Find a piece of paper and a pen... No, a mobile phone! You use a mobile phone." Type it for me!"

Lin Hui didn't respond, she opened her mouth slightly, and stared at Songran with her eyes, as if in a daze.

Song Ran was in a hurry: "Type!"

"Oh! Good, good!"

Lin Hui suddenly came back to her senses, nodded her head twice, and began typing into the notepad on her mobile phone. While typing, she peeked at Songran from the corner of her eye—oh my God, a big boy who is 1.7 meters eight is holding a soft The chubby little baby was walking around in the living room, patting his back so gently, and occasionally saying a few comforting words, it was so warm that it could melt people's hearts.

What is Contrast Moe?This is called contrast cute.

Lin Hui's heart was beating fast, and a shy blush appeared on her cheeks.

Songran has been gay for a long time, never thought that he could win the heart of a girl by coaxing a child, but he failed to meet Lin Hui's eager eyes on the airwaves.He carried Boubo around for a few laps, and when he came back, he picked up the phone and read it. Meifeng immediately twisted the word "Chuan".

Lin Hui hastily shrank her head and apologized: "I'm sorry!"

Song Ran sighed: "Why are you saying sorry to me? I, I am not the child's father..."

He was just a "nanny" who had just been fired by Mr. He. Strictly speaking, his status was even more embarrassing than Lin Hui's, and he didn't even have the position to intervene in this matter, but he couldn't ignore it.While patting the child on the back, he said, "I'll take Boo Boo to the room for a while, um, you... what's your name?"

"Lin Hui!"

"Lin Hui, don't cry, I'll help you find a way when I come out later, okay?"

"it is good!"

Lin Hui was so moved that she pursed her lips tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Room types 8012A and 8012B are symmetrical, and Song Ran quickly found the second bedroom that belonged to Boo Boo, but he was stunned when he opened the door.

This is also called a children's room? !

Gray and white tones, simple lines, in line with the design style of the living room, but it runs counter to the children's desire for color and shape. The only thing that shows a bit of warmth is the scattered Lego blocks on the ground and a sunflower oil painting hanging on the bed , and a huge brown puppet bear.

Even the bed is a standard size double bed with a round pillow - the child usually sleeps alone.

Song Ran looked around, but couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, he was in a panic.He was about to close the door, but Xiao Q got stuck in the crack of the door with his wheels, and insisted on following in, so he had no choice but to let it go.

After all, this is the little angel sent by Mr. He to protect Bubu, and it has more or less security monitoring functions. Songran feels that it is more appropriate for him to stay under its nose.

Xiao Q automatically found a corner with a good view, and quietly began to squat.

The child hadn't finished crying yet, lying in Songran's arms sobbing and weeping, her small voice was thin and tender, and it sounded so pitiful that Songran's heart throbbed with pain.

He hugged Bubu and sat on the edge of the bed. The child's little hand trembled, and the child's mobile phone fell on the bed.

The screen lights up for a moment, then goes off for a moment, and the call time of 26 minutes and 15 seconds flashes by, and continues to accumulate second by second.

But Songran didn't notice.

All he had in his eyes was a little crying bag with a red nose.

The little crying bag turned into a rain god, and after the heavy rain, it rained lightly, and then generously shed tears for 10 minutes before taking away the magical powers.During this period, Songran stayed with him all the time, neither rushing nor persuading him.When the child has cried enough and vented his emotions, he will feel a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head shyly, leaned against Song Ran's arms and twisted: "Brother."

With a little grievance, and a little coquettish.

Song Ran couldn't help laughing: "Why are you crying, baby? My sister won't dare to praise you after you cry."

"what?"

Boo Boo showed a puzzled look, blinked his eyes, and blinked away the last teardrop that was still hanging in the air.

Song Ran said: "Don't Boo Boo know? Just now my sister praised you for being obedient."

"But, but I clearly heard..." Bubu sniffled, "My sister said I'm 'abnormal'."

Song Ran pinched his little face, and said softly: "'abnormal' is not necessarily a bad thing, in fact, it means 'different'. For example, my brother bought an apple, which is very big and special. Sweet, just 'different' from other little apples. For example, my brother met a little tabby cat, very cute and lively, so 'different' from other little cats. Now when my brother sees Boob, he thinks Boo Boo is very obedient and sensible, he is 'different' from other mischievous children."

Bubu was stunned for a moment: "Is...is that what you mean?"

"Of course it is." Songran smiled brightly, with two lovely dimples blooming, making one unable to bear to doubt the authenticity of these words, "Boobu think about it, the aunts, teachers, uncles and aunts I met in the past Yes, don’t you often say that Bubu is obedient and smart?”

Bubu recalled it for two seconds, and sweetly replied: "Yeah!"

Song Ran said along the way: "Look, everyone knows that Boo Boo is a good boy. My elder brother saw it right away when he saw you, and of course the new sister also saw it. So, she said to her father The 'abnormal' in the sense that Boob is more likable than the other kids is the good kind of 'abnormal'."

Bubu laughed through his tears, and his black pupils shone with light.But in just a short while, the smile on his face disappeared, and the hard-won light dimmed.

"It's not the good kind, no." He shook his head and said sadly, "Brother, do you know that every time you praise me, you smile and bend your eyes, but my sister doesn't lol, so... the bad kind of 'different', not the good..."

The lonely child's voice came to the other end of the phone, and He Zhiyuan took a tight breath, and then he let go of his heart and lifted it to a high place again.

It was nothing like something Boo Boo would say, not at all.

It's just too sensitive.

He couldn't believe that this cheerful and laughing child had another side beyond his appearance.

There was a silence of more than ten seconds in the receiver, and He Zhiyuan realized that even Songran was stumped.Just when he was agitated and thought that the lie would eventually pass through, Songran said, "Boobu, my sister didn't smile, not because Bobu is not good enough, but because Dad told her on the phone, don't praise Bobu Be obedient, and don't praise Bubu for being sensible, he doesn't like to hear it."

"Why don't you like it?"

The child tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Song Ran said: "Because Dad will feel distressed. Bubu is so good, and he refuses to say anything when he has grievances. He hides it all in his heart. Children, they are small, and their hearts are also small. A small place the size of a palm needs to be treated. Hiding so many things, of course Dad will feel distressed."

"Liar, liar!" Bubu raised his chin and glared at Songran angrily, "Dad won't feel bad, dad only likes good-looking Bubu."

Song Ran was startled, and quickly said: "How could it be? Whether Bubu is obedient or not, Dad likes them all the same."

But Bubu shook his head resolutely: "Brother, you don't understand, Dad only likes good-looking Bubu."

Facing Songran, the young child dug his heart and soul, and was more honest than white paper: "Dad is busy with work and doesn't like to be disturbed. He always looks at the screens one by one and doesn't look at me. If I ask him to play with him, he will He would say: Bubu, be good, don’t make trouble. Only when I am obedient and don’t disturb him, will he come to touch my head and praise me when he is free, so..."

Bubu leaned close to Songran's ear, and whispered to him as if pouring out a secret: "So you have to be a good Bubu all the time."

He Zhiyuan sat on the side of the bed with a heavy complexion, propped his forehead with his hands, put his index finger and middle finger together, and rubbed the center of his brows vigorously.After a while, he lowered his head, covered his face with his palms, and inserted his fingers deeply into his hair.

Is that right?

When he was working, did he actually neglect the children like this?

It seems... yes.

He Zhiyuan has always regarded himself as a qualified father - except for a few occasional situations, he never works overtime at the company until late at night, picks up Bubu himself from school every day, and even has dinner with his children.

But in the following time, he devoted almost all of it to the study.

He has frequent work calls, video conferences scheduled until one o'clock in the morning, three-digit new emails piled up without checking for a few hours... The four monitors on the desk occupy his busy line of sight, one screen of code, one screen of papers, One screen is the database, and the other screen is ready for use at any time. When you are really busy, you don't even notice what time Boo Boo goes to bed.

But Boo Boo never makes trouble.

This child is always doing his own thing quietly in a place where he can't see. Only when he starts to rest, will he "just happen" to appear in sight, leaning over obediently, and coquettishly for a while, like a caring flower Marshmallow.

He Zhiyuan always thought that this was a tacit understanding between father and son, but now he realized that the so-called tacit understanding was simply that Bubu had unilaterally suppressed the child's nature and was struggling to catch up with his rhythm.

Boob is only four years old.

It turned out that everything Songran told him that day... was correct.

God didn't treat him special, he didn't give him a good boy who didn't need to worry about, but just let him learn to keep quiet and become a little mute.And as his biological father, he actually had to get in touch with the child's secret heart through another talent.

A strong sense of frustration hit his face, making him at a loss what to do.

He Zhiyuan grabbed his mobile phone and flew down the stairs, almost jumping over the last five steps.

The laptop was placed on the coffee table in the living room, and he tapped the keyboard a few times to activate the screen and remotely log in to Xiao Q's management system at home.At the moment of login, a large number of newly generated data logs start to be loaded synchronously, and the scroll bar is rapidly refreshed line by line on the left side of the page, and the scroll bar is shortened sharply.This was what He Zhiyuan was most concerned about, but now, without even looking at it, he directly cut into the monitoring screen and chose OmniVision.

panoramic view.

In 8012B's bedroom, Little Q's ice-blue indicator light slowly dimmed, and then slowly lit up again, completing a gentle alternation of light and dark.The camera at the top is turned on, and the high-speed video stream passes through the wireless network, projecting the monitoring screen on the four white walls in a ring.

In the blink of an eye, He Zhiyuan's living room turned into a bedroom ten thousand kilometers away, and two meters in front of him was the child's bed, sitting on the bed, one big and one small, cuddling together and whispering.

Bubu's nose and eyes turned red from crying, and he nestled tightly in Songran's arms, like a little rabbit still in shock, while Songran clasped his little hand with his five fingers, looked down at him, and his eyes were extremely gentle—the tone of the picture The proportions and proportions are very real, as if you can embrace these two people with open arms as long as you take a few steps forward.

He Zhiyuan stood in the living room, looking at them intently.

Song Ran's voice was no longer limited to the distorted handset of the mobile phone, but came out from the stereo surround sound system: "Boob, my brother asks you a question, okay?"

Bubu nodded: "Okay."

Song Ran asked: "What brother is thinking now, can you guess?"

Boob shook his head.

Song Ran asked again: "So, can you guess what the sister outside is thinking?"

Boob continued to shake his head.

Songran then said persuasively: "If Bubu wants to know, what should he do?"

Bubu bit his finger and thought for a while, then shook his head for the third time.

Song Ran smiled. He pulled Bubu's finger out of his mouth, held it lightly in his palm, and said, "Bubu, you should ask us. If you ask, we will answer. We answered, don't you?" Do you know?"

Boob scratched his scalp, a little embarrassed: "That's right."

"So, brother, I want to tell you that the words hidden in the heart can only be heard by others. Bubu can't guess what other people are thinking, and neither can others. For example, Dad I can't guess how wronged Bubu is." Song Ran looked into the child's eyes and said sincerely, "It's not that Dad doesn't love you, it's just that he's too busy with work and occasionally can't hear the voice in your heart. I want to know you more. Bubu, you have to help a group of dads and take the initiative to tell him what is in your heart, so that you will not be wronged and dad can know what you are thinking."

Song Ran's tone of voice has a kind of healing magic, like a ray of sunshine leaking in through the crack of the window, faint, warm and reassuring.

He Zhiyuan stared at him, his chest felt hot.

Bubu asked hesitantly, "As long as you tell Dad, will Dad accompany me?"

"Well, yes." Song Ran nodded, "Boob is a child, and children have privileges. They can be coquettish or not good. Dad loves you so much. As long as he hears what is in your heart, he will find a way to satisfy you. your."

Bubu sat up abruptly, his eyes sparkling: "Really?"

Song Ran smiled: "Really."

Bubu tilted his head and pondered for a moment: "Then... I want Dad to spend more time with me after get off work."

"it is good."

"I still want to ride a car with my father!"

"it is good."

"Before going to bed... listen to Dad tell a story before going to bed!"

"it is good."

"I want to raise a cat!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, Song Ran couldn't help laughing, and pinched his nose with his hand: "Aren't you afraid that Budoudou will be jealous? How about this, I'll lend you Budoudou to play with, and you don't want to raise a new cat, okay?"

Bubu pretended to be tangled for a while, then pouted his mouth, showing a reluctant expression on purpose, and said, "Okay, okay, that's the only way to do it!"

The two looked at each other for a second, laughed at the same time, and fell into a ball on the bed.

Looking at the vivid projection on the white wall, He Zhiyuan felt relieved, and was full of gratitude to his partner Carl Kraus—a few months ago, Carl rejected his proposal and insisted on retaining the panoramic monitoring function of Xiao Q.

Panoramic monitoring was originally a function specially designed for the outdoor series T7 and S7. At the research and development meeting of the home version Q7, out of data security and privacy protection considerations, He Zhiyuan had a strict attitude and insisted on removing the panoramic monitoring and only keeping the front wide-angle camera. .He thinks this is enough in terms of user demand for the Q7.

But Carl objected.

They led their respective teams to fight for two hours, and finally Carl won.

At that time, he said with great affection: California is a land without snow. If I am unfortunate enough to spend Christmas here one year, Q7 can at least let me see the heavy snow and fireplace in Chicago, and sit on the flannel sofa to give me a warm welcome. Grandma knitting a teapot.

"Always be with your family. In memory, orin Sword Arc Q7."

He said it like a commercial.

Today, a few months later, He Zhiyuan is standing here, watching his child and the young man with a bright smile at a close distance, and finally truly understands what Carl insisted on back then.