Pastel Colours

Day1615:45

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

He wanted to step back and turned a corner. There was a lively kindergarten, where he and Mr. He had agreed to meet in advance. As long as he flees back, closes his eyes, and waits for the clock to be set to four o'clock, Mr. He will definitely appear in front of him as scheduled.

He bet that Mr. He felt sorry for him and was reluctant to "make things difficult" to the end.

He Zhiyuan seemed to have guessed his plan and immediately said: "My dear, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I am not the same as your father. I am not him. My promise to you will be fulfilled, even if the sky falls. I won’t miss the appointment. Please believe me once and stand there waiting for me, okay?"

His words were gentle and firm, and he stunned his steps, like a nail being slammed into a square brick deeply, unable to retreat and dare not move forward.

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

Song Ran lowered his head and whispered choked.

He was afraid of too many things-both he was afraid that Mr. He would not want him, and that he had finally waited for someone to come, but he fell ill on the spot, trapped in a kaleidoscope of distortion and distortion, unable to get out, babbled and read endlessly. Looking at those numbers, they messed up their first meeting, and even frightened the little Boob who had always liked him.

Songran has been looking forward to this day for too long, and it will become a wonderful memory he cherishes for a lifetime, and he doesn't want to mess it up.

What frightened him even more were some absurd speculations that he couldn't control.

Could you count, and accidentally touched a certain extremely unlucky number, disasters from heaven, nightmares repeating, Mr. He who was planning to go to the appointment suddenly disappeared out of thin air, he could no longer come to him, even on the phone Nowhere?

What about him?

Thinking of this possibility, Song Ran's heart tightened, feeling that the fine sunlight in that place had really become glass slag, and someone gathered a handful and crushed him mercilessly.

"Mr. He, can we...can we meet at the entrance of the kindergarten?" Songran pleaded, "I want to see you, and I want to see you now. Don't tease me, don't hide, come here soon!"

He looked around the empty street, his eyes were gradually reddening, and the last sentence almost had to grow out as hard as he could to cover up his damp cry.

He Zhiyuan whispered: "Baby, I'm waiting for the bus."

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

"Yes." He Zhiyuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He spoke softly, as if he was speaking to a sleeping little milk cat, "I am 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 over directly, but unfortunately I don’t have wings. At present, the fastest way of transportation is probably the bus. The next bus will come in one minute... Ah, I seem to See it, come in quickly, do you want me to get in the car?"

Songran's expression was dazed: "Hope."

"So, are you willing to wait for me in place?"

"Wish, yes!" Songran reacted, nodding vigorously, her eyes gleaming, her breathing became rapid, "Mr. He, I can count, I... I will start counting now, you come early, don't Miss that car."

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

A small station, hiding in the cloud of wisteria flowers, waiting for the passers-by to arrive an hour.

Song Ran walked a few steps towards it and looked at the invisible long shadowy street, and suddenly he was no longer afraid of the unknown. His chest was filled with warmth little by little, and he gathered up his courage to start reading silently.

"one two three four……"

There was a crisp jingle behind him, and an old man riding a permanent eighty-eight slowly approached Songran. As he passed by, the old man glanced at the still young man with a weird look, then the front of the car turned and disappeared in the corner.

"Ten, eleven, twelve..."

The lady proprietor of the tailor shop on the street came out and took away a bamboo stool placed under the tree. She raised her head and glanced at Songran, but she didn't see why for a long time, and then went back home.

"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty..."

A sycamore leaf left the branch and drifted past Songran's eyes. He was holding the phone and looking into the distance intently, his heart getting more and more nervous.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."

Why haven't you come?

The surroundings were silent, the leaves did not move, time seemed to be frozen, and even the wind had forgotten to walk this street.

"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six..."

Suddenly the wind violently stirred, "Hula" poured into the quiet street, blowing away the shade of the distant trees. Through the shining sunlight, Songran vaguely saw that the silhouette of a bus appeared at the end of the long street.

coming!

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

The bus drove slowly in the direction of Songran, the outline changed from blurry to clear, the front of the bus was square, and a row of bright green digital lights was lit.

41 roads.

It drove so slowly, at least in Song Ran's eyes, it drew like a snail crawling, and it seemed to be caught in a swamp of different depths. All four wheels were dragged by the mud, and it took a long time to slowly move half the distance. Songran really couldn't stand it, and took the initiative to rush, slamming in front of the crosswalk across the road.

With the announcement of the station announcement, Route 41 steadily stopped at the side of the small platform.

Songran stared at the car door closely, his eyes were about to come out——Mr. He, are you inside? Will you cross a long time and distance and walk out of this door?

The door opened and there was only one passenger who got off at the station. The bus did not stop and drove away quickly.

That is a tall man.

A black shirt, a smoky gray tie, and a silver pin on the front reflect the sunlight.

He walked leisurely to the side of the road, faced Song Ran, opened his arms towards him with a smile, and whispered, "Baby, come."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure swept across the street, like Feiya wiped out the afterimage, and rammed into He Zhiyuan's arms.

Songran is 1.78 meters tall, weighs 70 kilograms, has muscles, and has explosive power. He Zhiyuan can't hold his chest so much that he can't hold it, his center of gravity is unbalanced, and his back hits his back. The window of the tea house.

Hearing a "bang" sound, the window frames vibrated, and the wisteria flowers on the top of the window turned into a rain, and they all sprinkled all over them.

"Mr. He!"

Songran didn't care about it, and refused to retreat even an inch. He tightly wrapped He Zhiyuan's neck and hugged him tightly.

He Zhiyuan was amused by his childish impulsive behavior. He took his waist and brushed off the petals that fell between his clothes and hair. He said softly, "I'm here, I'm here... It's okay, I'm not here. Did you pick you up?"

"Uh, uh!"

Songran nodded vigorously, her emotions were suddenly confiscated, her nose was sour, and she lay down on He Zhiyuan's shoulders and sobbed fiercely, tears smashing down, wet the shirt fabric.

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

Songran buried his head on his neck, his whole body weighed up, wishing to embed each other's bones and flesh.

"Mr. He."

He called again, his voice sticky.

"Baby, I am here."

The response is always prompt.

Songran's heart softened into a shellless little snail, and his arms tightened.

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

But after all, it's just a memory, it can't bring real temperature.

The more he missed it, the more cold he felt. Every inch of his skin was hollowed out, itching was unbearable, and it seemed that thousands of ants crawled over.

Today he was finally taken into his arms by a mature man. The opponent is taller and stronger than him, his arms and chest muscles are firm, it's a wall that can't be pushed down, and the male hormone aura is so strong, it gives him enough sense of security.

Like the protection of a father to a weak child.

Songran heard a slight cracking sound, and the protective shell named "Strong" plated outside his heart cracked open. A young boy poked his head out and walked over timidly, timidly occupying his consciousness, and timidly hugged He Zhiyuan, crying and crying: "Dad."

father.

The sound was very soft, but He Zhiyuan heard it clearly.

He couldn't help feeling distressed.

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

The curtain at the entrance of the tea house was opened, 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 left the door, he met two men hugging by the window, his eyes They stared straight.

Looking at the one showing his face again, the clerk was dumbfounded: "He, Mr. He?"

He Zhiyuan is a regular customer of this tea house. He often pays for the bill with his face. Everyone knows him.

He motioned "Do Not Disturb" with his eyes, but it was too late. Started by this sound, Song Ran subconsciously pushed him away, took a step back in a panic, clutching the trousers with his fingers, looking at the clerk at a loss, her wet eyes were red like rabbits.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Mr. He, I'll give you 30% off next time!"

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

Songran just called out "Dad" from the ghost and goddess. At this moment, he came back to his senses. He was so embarrassed that he lowered his head, and did not dare to look directly at He Zhiyuan.

"Song Ran?"

He Zhiyuan wanted to hold his hand, chasing a step closer, he quickly took a step backwards.

One step closer, he took another step backward.

Behind him was the small station. He could not retreat three steps, and a cold glass wall was tragically pasted on his back—there was no way.

It's dying now.

Songran lowered his gaze, looking at the pair of super expensive leather shoes without asking you to ask him. At the same time, there are two straight legs that are obviously longer than his. Innate disadvantage, aura loses. . With one hand in his pocket, He Zhiyuan tapped on Songran's sneakers with a bright toe, blowing a warm breath toward his forehead: "What to hide?"

"No, I didn't hide."

He Zhiyuan sneered: "Did you hide my forehead?"

Songran thought for five seconds, but failed to refute, so she bit her head and raised her head.

Strictly speaking, he flew over the road just now, dashing, swooping, and holding three walking clouds and flowing water. He didn't have time to look closely at Mr. He's face. It was the first time they looked at each other up close.

Damn, live.

Can breathe, blink, and double eyebrows-so handsome.

Previously, Songran was electrocuted over a dozen meters away, but now it’s only ten centimeters away, and the details are visible. He stared at He Zhiyuan’s facial features, his heart thumped in his chest, and all manners, justice, and shame were thrown into coal. Baking stove, the shameful "dad" is even more lost.

He Zhiyuan smiled when his IQ dropped to zero in one second.

Songran was greedy for his smile and said stupidly: "You smile again?"

He Zhiyuan then cooperated and smiled again.

This time, Songran didn't even know what he was doing-he reached out and grabbed He Zhiyuan's tie, pulled it down, and kissed it up.

Flick your lips.

Dry, soft, slightly cooler, indescribably comfortable.

After losing control for just a second, it was probably the strange touch of kissing. Song Ran woke up instantly, and she was so desperate to retract her neck, but her lips were not completely separated, but she suddenly became more entangled-He Zhiyuan's eyes Shen, with his backhand clasping his tie, pressed firmly against the wall, chased his lips and kissed him.

After acting too hastily, Songran's head hit the glass, making a muffled sound.

Songran's initiative before can only be regarded as a touch of water, and He Zhiyuan is obviously not satisfied with this. He pushed the person against the wall with an irresistible attitude, broke through the gentle line of defense of his lips, rubbed the tip of his tongue hard against his gums, slammed into the interior, hooked his slippery tongue and sucked forcefully. The posture of attacking the city and sweeping the ground was too vigorous, and Song Ran opened a pair of startled eyes. Before he could react, his lips had been ravaged and transformed.

"Well!"

He felt a little pain, his head struggled to the left, He Zhiyuan ran to the left, to the right, He Zhiyuan reluctantly ran to the right, and finally stuck his chin with a tiger's mouth, not allowing him to turn his head.

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

Songran took the opportunity to gasp and stared at him nervously.

"Close your eyes."

Repeat it again.

Songran's two eyelashes trembled, pressed down little by little, and slowly closed his eyes.

When you close your eyes, people will relax and kisses can be lingering.

He Zhiyuan began to peck his lips, sucking petal by petal, as if tasting the full and elastic fruit candy. They wet their lips with the tips of their tongues, and entangled each other stickyly. When the saliva gradually increased and the kiss made the sound of swelling water, he knocked open the already loose lips, pierced in, drilled deep into it, curled up the fiery and flexible tongue, and released his suppressed violent nature in the battle.

At first it was a unilateral teaching and temptation, but soon, Songran began to respond awkwardly and hard.

Xinghuo started a prairie fire.

They kissed like a fight, and the kisses were so breathless. When they were fierce, their teeth hit their teeth, and their noses touched their noses. No one could be the dominant party and could only chase each other quickly.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew away, and the wisteria flowers fell on their cheeks, a little itchy.

But compared with the itch that soaks the whole body, this is not worth mentioning.

When the long fight finally draws a stop, both of them are hardened.

When they kissed, their lower body was always close to each other, and the space was originally small, and they had to accommodate two things that were gradually awakening, so the more they kissed, the more pain they got. These two tough things can't be controlled by anyone, rubbing, fighting, and grabbing the ground, wanting to get out of the crotch and do a real fight.

They wanted to do it, but it was a pity that the time, place, and humanity accounted for only one-even if "humanity" could be one of two, it would definitely be illegal to commit adultery in the street. The two had to hide under the wisteria waterfall, panting, and looking at each other affectionately, waiting for the activists in their crotch to stop.

Songran's lips were swollen by the kiss, and she rubbed the corners of her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, complaining: "I'm going to pick up the **** later. If you make it like this, is it embarrassing?"

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

"Who... who remembers."

Songran replied in a whisper, avoiding his gaze with a guilty conscience.

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

"No, it's not soft!" Songran jumped up and twisted his waist and flashed, pulling away his salted pig knuckles, "Talk about something else, talk about something else, positive, healthy, non-stimulating, soft Go fast."

"Okay." He Zhiyuan smiled at him dozingly, and changed the subject, "When I got off the car just now, how many times did you count?"

Songran thought for a while: "Thirty-six."

He Zhiyuan said: "Yes, a good number."

Songran was about to say how boring you are, and even this can be used as a hard topic. He Zhiyuan stretched out the index finger of his right hand, slightly bent, and scratched the tip of his nose gently: "Baby, if you are in the future Can't help but want to count. Do you know where to stop?"

Songran was startled slightly, and "Ah" surprised: "Three... thirty-six."

"Yes, thirty-six." He Zhiyuan nodded and looked deeply into his eyes, "because when the count reaches thirty-six, dad will come to pick you up."

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

For an instant, it was as if the clouds were opening and seeing the sun, and the road that was too long to see the end was plugged in a road sign with "end point"-he got a precise upper bound. It is an indestructible dam when the flood hits, blocking the huge waves and protecting him from being swallowed by turbulence.

The number he read out himself could save him.

Songran bit his lip and almost cried unconvincingly—all deliberately. Mr. Hefei forced him to count from one to the top before showing up, just to give him a precious number.

He exhausted his whole body strength to hold back the tears, a touch of eye sockets on the back of his hand, and he bent his elbow against He Zhiyuan's chest fiercely, and cursed: "What is it called'Dad' who will come to pick me up? Take advantage of me!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I won't take advantage of you." He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, attached it to his ear, and whispered, "No matter what you call it, Dad or Husband, you are my baby. "