Pastel Colors

Day0618:22

Songran let go of the big burden of sexuality, and was able to be gay in front of Mr. He. He was in a good mood, and the direct result was that he talked more cheerfully.

He Zhiyuan liked to listen to him chatting, so he leaned on the sofa with his legs open, chatted with him casually, and observed the condition of his underwear by the way, hoping to calm down and reduce lust, which could be regarded as a kind of practice test.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

Song Ran didn't know that there was an "embarrassing situation" on He Zhiyuan's side. While chatting, he strolled back to the kitchen to take care of his ginger mother duck soup, threw in a few goji berries, and picked up the half of the apple that he hadn't eaten just now. "Kacha" bit down: "Well, Mr. He, you are a straight guy who was dragged by your roommate to pretend to be gay, with colorful flags painted on your face, and shouting slogans, holding slogans, and banners. The feeling of the door to a new world being opened?"

He Zhiyuan agreed: "There is indeed one point."

Song Ran asked: "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by others?"

"Why are you afraid? Homosexuality is not a bad thing." He Zhiyuan smiled, "Songran, you may have misunderstood me a little, I'm not as straight as you imagined."

slap.

The phone slipped from Song Ran's fingers, and he almost took a bath with the old duck in the pot.

Song Ran was in great embarrassment, frantically fumbling with both hands on the counter, and rescued the spinning mobile phone, he heard He Zhiyuan say: "I tend to agree with a theory: sexuality is not black and white. [-]% Straight or curvy is a minority in the crowd, and most people's sexual orientation is between the two, and the proportions are different."

"Uh...then, how much do you... account for?"

Songran's tongue was tied into a thousand knots.

He Zhiyuan replied frankly: "When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I was very confident about my sexuality and felt that there was no possibility of being gay. Then, about ten years ago, I took the Klein scale in the student association. I was a bit surprised by the results: a heterosexual component predominates, and occasionally same-sex relationships are acceptable. I had another more precise sexual orientation test at my doctor this time last year, and the results were similar: I'm not entirely against same-sex relationships .So, I’m not exactly a straight guy, exactly.”

Songran held the soup spoon in his left hand and the mobile phone in his right hand, with a dazed expression, apparently unresponsive.

Here, what's the situation?

Mr. He came from behind and "come out" to him openly?Why did Mr. He take the initiative to explain this?Both parties reveal their sexuality at the same time, which is too serious to imply.

Songran's mind was full of random thoughts, at one moment he felt that Mr. He had "ulterior motives" and was coveting his little daisies, and at another moment he felt that he was so shameless that he was so narcissistic that he added inner drama to Mr. He.He didn't know how to react at this time, so he wanted to cover up, forcibly changed the topic, discussed today's dinner with He Zhiyuan, and finally he wanted to wake up Bobu by saying that the meal was about to be cooked, and hung up the phone in a hurry .

He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the hurried voices in his ears.

Songran, what are you panicking about?

Even I could tell something was wrong.

We are neighbors at the opposite door, and there will be many opportunities to meet in the future. When I really have the idea of ​​attacking you, it's not too late for you to panic.

After dinner that day, Bubu lay beside Songran again and asked him to tell a story.

Songran picked out a book from the pile of books, but Bubu pushed the pages of the book with his chin, and coquettishly handed over the new toy in his arms: "Brother, I don't know the story of this rabbit yet, let's talk about it first today." Bar."

Song Ran stared at the rabbit, feeling a little worried.

Although he had read and illustrated many fairy tales, he was not very good at making them up.But the boy Bubu has a unique belief. He believes that every toy he gets is alive, with parents, brothers and sisters, and a wonderful past. Only by knowing the stories of the toys can we become real friends with them. good friend.

Songran wanted to protect Bubu's innocence, so every time he encountered such a situation, he would rack his brains to make up a story, even if it was not long, only seven or eight sentences.

This time he thought for a while and said, "I had a phone call with your father just now, and your father just told me the story of this little rabbit. Let me tell you, okay?"

"Huh?" Bubu's eyes lit up, and he missed the point, "Call Dad secretly!"

"What is secret, we are aboveboard!" Song Ran raised his eyebrows, scaring Bu Bu, "You have been crazy for a day, and you ran around and drenched, shouldn't I report to Dad?"

Bubu was unhappy, pouted and protested, "Brother, it's wrong to sue."

Songran laughed: "I lied to you, how could I sue? I praised you a hundred times. Dad was very happy and said that he would tell a story to praise you. It's a pity that you were sleeping at that time. Now, you Wake up, he's asleep, so I'll relay it to you."

Bubu opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Daddy can also tell stories?"

Song Ran nodded: "Yes. Your father is so powerful, there is nothing he can't do. This time, he told a... well, a story about "The Straight-eared Rabbit and the Drop-eared Rabbit."

Bubu hurriedly got up, offering the gray and fluffy rabbit doll with both hands: "Here, the protagonist is here, brother, tell me quickly, I'm listening."

So, Songran pinched two soft rabbit ears and told a story to Bubu.

This story takes place in a big forest.

There lived a group of little rabbits in the forest. They had round eyes like rubies, short tails like snowballs, and a pair of long, straight, upturned ears.The most important thing is that each of them looks exactly the same, like a string of stamps stamped on paper by the same seal, and no one can tell the difference.Therefore, rabbits usually like to play a game most - imitating each other's actions face to face, just like looking in a mirror.

However, there is a little rabbit who can't play this game because it looks different from everyone else.

Its ears were bent from birth, hanging on both sides of the head, and could not be erected.The other rabbits laughed at it, saying that it had bad ears, and it thought it had bad ears too.

Good ears should be pricked up, because the fact is that every rabbit in the forest has pricked up ears except him.

So from a certain day, the little lop-eared rabbit decided to change himself.

On the first day, it found two ropes, tied the tips of its ears, and hung itself on the branch, swinging around, looking like a swing.It thought: If you pull it like this for a whole day, your ears should be straightened, right?

A whole day passed, the little lop-eared rabbit untied the rope, shook his head excitedly, but found that his ears were still drooping.It ran to ask the rabbit witch, the rabbit witch told it, silly boy, the ears are supported by cartilage, how can the rope be straightened?

So the next day, the little lop-eared rabbit found two wooden sticks and tied his ears on them.Now, it finally turned into a straight-eared rabbit, circling around happily.But the small wooden stick is easy to loosen. As long as you walk a little faster, or jump a few times, it will fall to the ground, and the ears that have just straightened will also collapse.

How can a rabbit not run or jump?

Our little lop-eared rabbit usually likes running and jumping the most.

On the third day, the frustrated little lop-eared rabbit had no choice but to buy a pair of headbands with straight ears, crumpled his lop ears into two small balls, and tried to stuff them into the headbands.It was so painful that it shed tears, but it thought it was worth it, because now, it finally became a gregarious straight-eared rabbit.

It squeezed into the rabbit pile and wanted to play a game of looking in the mirror with everyone.But the sharp-eyed rabbits found out the flaw at once, called it a liar, and drove it out of the rabbit group.

The little lop-eared rabbit is so sad. It walks alone in the forest, dislikes its own ears, its own eyes, its tail and its paws.

It doesn't like itself at all.

Finally one day, the cold and hungry little lop-eared rabbit met another group of rabbits.

This group of rabbits is very strange, they don't look like each other at all.Some have bright red eyes, some have bright black eyes, some have fluffy white hair, some have gray hair, some are big like tree stumps, and some are small like mushrooms.Of course, their ears are also different, some stand up high, and some bend down low, like two small brooms mopping the floor.

The little lop-eared rabbit hurried over to say hello, and the group of rabbits happily accepted it.

Here, no one thinks that hanging ears is a strange thing, because more or less, everyone is different.They never play the game of looking in the mirror, because it is too stupid. They play digging, planting vegetables, and running races, which are the common games of rabbits.

Here, the little lop-eared rabbit feels a lot of kindness.

The black-eyed rabbit gave it a piece of preserved radish cake, the big rabbit gave it a large vegetable leaf that can keep out the rain, and the gray fur rabbit gave it a soft haystack sofa—whether the eyes are red or not, the fluff White or not, ears straight or not, rabbits are good friends who help each other.

The little lop-eared rabbit no longer feels inferior to his ears.

Now, it feels that he is a beautiful, cute, and especially lovable little rabbit.

After listening to the story, Bubu hugged the rabbit back into his arms, stroked its drooping ears, and comforted it, saying, "Don't be sad, you are the best little rabbit, and I will always love you!"

Song Ran asked him: "Which group of rabbits does Bubu like? The first group or the second group?"

Bubu answered very simply: "The second group!"

Songran asked why, and Bubu tilted his head and said, "It's so boring to look the same. Everyone has red eyes, white hair, and erect ears. I can't buy this one."

He asked back, "What about brother, which group does brother like?"

Song Ran smiled and said, "I also like the second group, because I am that rabbit with lop ears."

"Liar, you're not!" Bubu got up with a grunt, and cleverly reached out to touch Songran's ears, "Here, your ears are here, they're not drooping at all."

Song Ran grabbed Boo Bu's little hand and hugged him and the rabbit doll into his arms.

The four-year-old baby weighs more than 30 kilograms, and it is heavy, which makes people feel warm and at ease.

Songran said: "Although my brother doesn't have drooping ears, there is one thing about my brother that is different from most people. I used to have a bad life. I always feel that I am not good at anything, and I am not liked anywhere. The person who called me today At that time, I talked with your father, and I thought he would hate me, but he was very open-minded, and he didn't say a serious word, but kept comforting me."

"Like the second pack of rabbits?"

Boo Boo looked up at him.

Song Ran nodded: "Yes."

Bubu's heart was full of pride, he thumped his small chest, and said confidently: "Of course, he is my father. I like you so much, so he will like you too. Brother, Don't worry, my dad and I are the second group of rabbits, you are so good, we will always be with you."

The child's eyes are as bright as the morning stars, and as deep as the night sky, as if if you say forever, it will really become forever.

There were tears in Songran's eyes, and he tried his best to hold back, and said with a smile: "Okay, we want to be together forever."