Pastel Colors

Day0119:11

Songran's evaluation of 8012B has fallen to a record low - this family can grow flowers as they like, but raise children as they like.

At seven o'clock in the evening, my mother disappeared, my father flew [-] kilometers away on a business trip, the live-in nanny neglected his duties, and slipped away after pasting a leave note on the door. Back——Huang Osmanthus fragrans).

The little boy in this family is only four years old. After kindergarten, he couldn’t wait for the nanny to pick him up. He wandered back and forth along the boulevard for two hours by himself—walking for an hour, squatting outside the pet store with a dog. The big golden retriever clapped his hands through the glass for half an hour, and slipped into the cinema to watch the trailer of the same Disney cartoon repeatedly for half an hour.

He walked around like this to pass the time, and from time to time, he glanced at the street full of cars and people, waiting for someone to take him home.But the setting sun finally sank, the wind became more rapid, and the street lamps came on one by one, lengthening the lonely shadow under the feet.

He reluctantly returned to Bishuiwan Residence, and didn't have the courage to walk into the dark house, so he sat on the door carpet of 8012A hungry, talking to the immobile chipmunk while crying.

If Songran hadn't come out to water the flowers, the child might have been able to nest at the door all night.

The love and anger of the good boy Ranran exploded at the same time, and he took the poor baby home without any hesitation.

The unwanted baby is surnamed He, first name is He Yueyang, and nickname is Bubu. He is sitting at the dining table in Songran's house at the moment, with a piece of snow-white canvas wrapped around his chest. bows.

He tried his best to poke his head out, looking eagerly towards the kitchen.

The delicious smell of food wafted out, and the pot was blocked by Song Ran, and even the shadow could not be seen.He was anxious, his round buttocks pouted, and he refused to sit still for half a second, as if the chair was covered with wax.On the sofa not far away, the puppet cat is looking at him in a rural peasant posture, with its big light gray tail flicking twice from time to time.

"Brother, Bubu is hungry, he wants to eat..."

He limply acted like a baby to Songran, rubbing his belly while sniffing to show that he was really hungry.

Song Ran turned on the fire to heat up the oil, cracked an egg into the pot and said "嗞啦", and jumped a few steps with the shovel in hand, poking his head out from the kitchen: "Wait a little longer, dinner will be ready soon!"

By the way, he threw his hand and sent the eggshell into the trash can.

"Oh!"

Boubo lowered his head, aww, bit the canvas, held it in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and twisted his buttocks even more joyously.

On the countertop, asparagus and shrimp porridge is served in a shallow open bowl.In the frying pan, a wooden spatula turned over the golden poached eggs.

When the child was growing up, Songran was worried that drinking porridge would not be nutritious enough, so he spent 2 minutes frying a poached egg. Considering the taste, he deliberately fried a soft-boiled egg, sprinkled with salt and put it on a plate, served with the porridge The bowls came out together.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold, and handed it to Bubu's mouth. He suddenly thought of something, and took the spoon back a little: "Have you ever eaten shrimp before?"

Bubu nodded: "Yes."

That's good, I shouldn't be allergic to seafood.

Song Ran felt relieved and handed over the spoon.Bubu swallowed the mountains and rivers, opened his mouth wide and bit the porridge and spoon together, giggled at him like a mischief, laughed for a while before letting go, and ate the porridge with relish.

Songran wiped the corners of the child's mouth with a canvas, and scooped up another shrimp. This time, Bubu shook his head and refused to open his mouth.

He said very proudly: "Brother, I can eat by myself!"

The small spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the porcelain bowl.

Ding, ding, ding.

Songran also served himself a bowl of porridge, and sat beside him, watching Bubu eat with interest.

The kid was slow, but surprisingly organized, and the height of the shrimp porridge shrunk almost in proportion to the size of the poached egg. After 15 minutes, he slurped the runny egg yolk, swallowed the last bit of white, and burped contentedly, with a funny circle of egg juice on his lips.

There was only a shallow layer of porridge left in the bowl, and Songran just wanted to get up to clean it up, when Bubu suddenly became nervous, sat up straight, took the small bowl into his arms, and hurriedly scooped up half a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

He ate very carefully this time, scooping only two or three grains in each spoon, chewing slowly, as if those few grains of rice had some special taste.

Song Ran asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Boo Boo nodded.

Song Ran asked again: "Are you full?"

Bubu hurriedly hugged the small bowl tightly, shaking his head like a rattle.

How can you answer that you are full?When he was full, he had no reason to stay at his elder brother's house. He wanted to be a sensible and obedient child, and went back to sleep in his dark home.But he was the only one in the house, lonely, not as bright as here, and not as warm as here.

Eat two more bites.

Take two extra bites and you'll be able to stay longer.

A child's eyes are clear glass, hiding a heart that cannot lie.Seeing his anxious look, Song Ran should understand everything.He laughed, and said softly to Bubu, "We're not in a hurry to get full, just save a little appetite, and we'll eat fruit later."

As soon as Bubu heard that he didn't have to leave, his eyes brightened up, and he threw away the little spoon with a "boom".

After dinner, Songran took off the canvas on Boubo's neck, took him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, washed his hands, dried every crevice between his fingers with a white towel, and then applied a layer of Dabao hand cream.

Bubu was very well-behaved throughout the whole process. He spread out his ten fingers and laid them flat in front of Songran without moving. After wiping, he said politely, "Thank you, brother."

A very sensible child.

Ke Songran always felt that there was an obvious restraint in his sensibility, especially in his eyes, with a sense of nervousness waiting to be evaluated, like a well-trained puppy, if he fails to do it at the right time If you make appropriate actions, you will not be rewarded by the master.

why?

Is it because you are in a stranger's house that you are more reserved than usual?Or is he thinking too much?

Song Ran couldn't be sure.

However, when they came to the living room, Bubu finally let out a "wow", opened his eyes wide, and showed the happy expression of a young child as Songran expected.

"Brother, you have so many fairy tale books here!"

He pointed to the coffee table and looked up at Songran excitedly.

On the sofa, coffee table and floor in the living room, there are nearly a hundred children's picture books scattered all over the place, including individual volumes and series, domestic and foreign.

Since I moved to Bishuiwan Residence, I have a spacious and bright living room, so I don't have to paint in a small cramped room like before.He moved the workbench to the French window in the living room, and when he was studying his notebooks, he took out one book and put it aside, and put it in random places. Anyway, no one visited, so he never bothered to tidy it up.

These picture books plus paper, pens and paints are all that Songran needs to survive.

When Bubu saw Yishui's storybook, his eyes lit up, like a mouse falling into a rice bowl, and it seemed that he was going to spend his whole life eating and dying until he couldn't get out.Among nearly a hundred dazzling covers, he discovered "The Chipmunk's Dream" at first sight.

There are many similar chipmunks in the world, but to Boo Boo, this one is unique.

It's an old friend of Boob's.

A month ago, this chipmunk miraculously landed at the door of 8012A, and happened to meet with Boo Boo who had left early in the morning.It has light chestnut back lines, slender and pointed claws, black bean-like eyes, and two exaggerated cheek pouches. It squats among tall pine cones, with a large sea of ​​golden sycamore trees in the background.

Bubu fell in love with it at first sight, thinking about it day and night.

When he goes to the kindergarten in the morning, he will first say hello to the chipmunk (I'm leaving), and when he comes back from the kindergarten in the evening, he will also say hello to the chipmunk (I'm back).Occasionally, when Dad was not at home, Boo Boo felt lonely, so he sneaked out while the nanny was not paying attention, and sat beside the chipmunk, stroking its fluffy fur, and begging it to comfort him.

The tufted material is warm, and the chipmunk printed on it looks real.

Boob even thought: If he had a live chipmunk, it would feel... something like this.

It's a fun and loyal friend who stays put 24 hours a day, always in color and always in good spirits.It has a crunchy pile of crunchy pine nuts that can't be eaten, and a golden fall that's never ending in sunshine.

The frozen picture on the door carpet is a page that cannot be opened.

Boob read it for a whole month.

Tonight, the cover was finally opened, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that on the title page, the familiar old friend changed his action—it stood up, holding a big pine cone in its hand, and looked into the distance with its head poking its head.

On the page it looked at, there was a concise handwritten signature.

Song Ran.

Boo Boo was still illiterate this day, and his attention was all on the chipmunk, so naturally, he skipped this friendly name that would be called for many years in the future, and turned directly to the next page.

The next page is where the story begins.

The golden sycamore leaves have fallen to the ground, and the little chipmunk is lying in the autumn sun, dozing lazily—what interesting and strange things will it encounter?

I really want to know.

Bubu plucked up his courage, held the album and asked Songran: "Brother, can you tell me this story?"

Song Ran readily agreed: "Okay."

The bowls and chopsticks can be collected later, and the fruit can be washed later.The baby said to listen to the story, so this is the most important thing right now.

The fabric sofa sank deeply, and Bubu sat on Songran's lap, leaning on his arms, and opened the dream album.Seeing this, Budoudou, a big hairy ball next to him, meowed jealously, rolled down from the handrail on his belly, and lay down beside them.

"Once upon a time, there was a big forest, and there lived a lovely chipmunk in the forest."

Songran opened his mouth to read the first line, while Bubu concentrated on every detail of the picture.

This story is so familiar, as long as he closes his eyes, every painting and every line of writing will turn into a firefly on a summer night, fluttering and floating in front of his eyes.

This chipmunk is playful and lazy.

Autumn is coming, and its neighbor, the gray squirrel, is busy collecting pine cones for the winter, while the chipmunk is squatting on the branch to play with the caterpillars.Slowly, autumn passed, and winter was coming. The pine cones of the gray squirrels filled half the house, and the chipmunks were still swinging with their tails hanging from the branches.

Gray Squirrel asked, "When did you start picking pine cones?"

The chipmunk replied: "No hurry, no hurry. I have a dream. I want to find the biggest pine cone in the world. Just one will keep me from starving all winter."

Finally, winter is here.

When the first snow fell, the gray squirrels happened to be filling the house with pine cones, but what about the chipmunks?

There isn't a single pine cone left in the chipmunk's house.

It was hungry, so it set off to look for the largest pine cone in the legend, but it was snowing outside, so where could you see the shadow of the pine cone?

The chipmunk heard that there was a big pine cone in the rabbit's house, so he went to the rabbit's house.But the pine cones in the rabbit's house are used as a beautiful locker, which is full of carrots.

"No, no, how can I eat someone else's locker?"

Chipmunk shook his head and left Rabbit's house hungry.

It also heard that there was a big pine cone in the hedgehog's house, so it went to the door.But the pine cones of the hedgehog family were treated as a beautiful Christmas tree, which was full of colorful gifts.

"No no no, how can I eat someone else's Christmas tree?"

The chipmunk shook his head, and left the hedgehog's house hungry again.

It also heard that there was a big pine cone in the ant's house, so it went to the ant's house.But the pine cone in the ant's house is regarded as a beautiful playground, full of happy baby ants.

"No, no, how can I eat someone else's playground?"

The chipmunk shook his head, and left the ant's house hungry again.

The chipmunk searched for a long time, until finally, it failed to find the biggest pine cone in the world.It came home dejectedly, with a hungry stomach growling.Just then, the neighbor gray squirrel knocked on the door and asked the chipmunk, "Has your dream come true?"

Chipmunk shook his head sheepishly.

"Next year, next year will definitely come true!"

He reassured the Gray Squirrel, but his bellies grew louder and louder.

The gray squirrel took out a huge pine cone from behind, held it in front of the chipmunk, and said to it: "I give this pine cone to you. This is not the largest pine cone in the world, nor is it the largest pine cone in the forest." It's just the biggest pine cone in my house."

Chipmunk takes the pinecone in his arms and feels like he's got a locker, a Christmas tree, a playground, and a best best friend.

He thought, this must be the biggest pine cone in the world.

"and after?"

Boob turned another page, the picture book was closed, and a barcode was stamped on the squirrel tail on the back cover, announcing the end of the story.

He still had doubts in his mind, so he asked, "Brother, did the chipmunks eat the pine cones later?"

Song Ran didn't think about this question, he held his chin and pondered for a while, and answered honestly: "I don't know, but I guess, he should have kept the pine cones—it was a gift from a friend. "

"But if you don't eat the food quickly, it will go bad immediately, for example..." Boo Boo racked his brains, "For example, donuts!"

An English word came out casually.

"Then eat it." Song Ran smiled, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you eat it or not, as long as your friends are around, there will always be gifts."

"Yes!"

Boo Boo thinks it makes sense - as long as the gray squirrels are neighbors, the chipmunks will definitely receive more pine cones in the future.

His mood suddenly relaxed, he held "Dream of the Chipmunk" and lay in Songran's arms, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Brother, your storytelling is really nice, much better than my mother-in-law's. My mother-in-law doesn't like it." Tell me stories, always very fast, very impatient, and have a little accent, I can't understand...Brother, do you often tell stories?"

Song Ran scratched the back of her head: "Uh, it's okay."

Roughly speaking, it has been more than seven years since he last told a story to his children, and his skill has not diminished, which is gratifying.

Bubu got up from a roll, put down "Dreams of Chipmunks", grabbed a new picture book, and held it to Songran with great anticipation: "Brother, tell me another one, okay?"

Song Ran looked up at the wall clock, the hands were close to nine o'clock, the baby was only four years old, it was time to take a bath and sleep.

Pointing to the moon, flying carpet and chimney on the cover, he said: "Boob, this is a bedtime story. Only by listening to it before going to bed can you have a sweet and sweet dream. Let's eat the fruit first and go to bed later. Tell me, okay?"

Boo Boo was visibly stunned.

Holding the picture book in his arms, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't believe his ears. It took him a long time to realize that Song Ran was inviting him to stay overnight, and immediately nodded ecstatically: "Okay, okay!"

Song Ran bent down and took out a card book from the coffee table drawer, which was "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle.He collected a whole set of original hardcover editions of the old man's early works, and would dig them out and worship them when he had time.This article is very simple and classic. It tells the story of a small caterpillar eating all kinds of food every day, from Monday to Sunday, and finally grows into a big butterfly.

He asked Boob, "You can read English, can't you?"

Bubu nodded and said, "Yeah."

Song Ran put the booklet on his lap, touched the top of his head, and said with a smile: "I'm going to wash some strawberries, and the little caterpillar will nibble on the book for a while, so be good."

"Well, you must be obedient."

Bubu sweetly agreed.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, pots and pans in the kitchen were clanging, and the peppermint-flavored dishwashing detergent produced a ball of snow-white bubbles.

Song Ran was washing the bowl, humming an unknown tune, while Boo Bu lay on the sofa flipping through the book page by page, with a small strawberry in his mouth.The caterpillar in the book has a great appetite, and it ate smoothly from Monday to Saturday. Just when it was about to chrysalis and turn into a butterfly, a series of cute bells rang in the living room.

"Pika-pi-ka-chu! Pi-ka-pi-ka-chu!"

Bubu's eyes lit up: "Ah, it's Dad!"

He quickly jumped off the sofa, took out a children's mobile phone from his schoolbag, pressed the answer button, and yelled sweetly into the microphone: "Good morning Baba!"

Pull?

Song Ran frowned slightly.

It was the fourth sound just now, but it became the second sound in the blink of an eye. This child is so good at acting like a baby.

He turned his head and saw Boubo holding his mobile phone, chatting and bouncing around, taking a series of brisk small steps with his feet.The big hairy dumpling followed behind with its tail cocked, one person and one cat circled the table twice, and finally fell back on the sofa in a distorted state.

Song Ran shook his head with a smile, and continued to wash the dishes seriously. In the middle of the brushing, Bubu suddenly poked his head in: "Brother, what's the name of the green one we ate just now, in small pieces?"

Song Ran said, "Asparagus."

"asparagus!"

Bubu hurriedly conveyed it to his father on the other side of the phone, and asked, "Where's the red one?"

Song Ran said, "Shrimp."

"Shrimp! Shrimp!"

Bubu was very happy, and repeated it twice on the phone, for fear that his father could not hear clearly.After a while, he said again: "In addition to porridge, there is also a poached egg. My brother fried it for me. It is very delicious, even more delicious than my mother-in-law!"

Immediately afterwards, a question was thrown from the opposite side. Bubu hesitated twice, but couldn't answer. He ran two steps closer and held the phone to Songran: "Dad asked me, why is my brother cooking today, not me?" Mother-in-law?"

Good to ask.

The corner of Songran's mouth twitched, and he slandered angrily: Your nanny Huang Guihua slipped away, and you, a parent, don't even know about it until now, are you short-hearted?

His hands were covered with foam and he couldn't hold the phone, so he bent down and motioned for Boo Boo to put the phone on his shoulder, tilted his head and clamped it between his ears, stood up and continued to wash the dishes.

"Hello, hello."

Song Ran formally greeted her.

Three seconds later, his movements suddenly froze, and the porcelain bowl in his hand fell down with a bang.

Bubu exclaimed: "Brother!"

Song Ran threw away the steel wool ball like an electric shock, grabbed the towel next to him and wiped his hands indiscriminately, eager to take the phone away from his ear.In the chaos, the phone accidentally dropped, fell onto the counter, and slowly spun half a circle.

Song Ran stared at it, his blood vessels dilated, his cheeks were hot, his neck and ears were flushed.

The other party actually only said one sentence.

ten words.

"Hi, I'm He Yueyang's father."

This was the first time Songran heard He Zhiyuan's voice.

The low and sexy tone, because the owner of the voice just woke up from sleep, brought a lazy smile, so close, whispering words close to the ear, a burst of warm incense wind blowing from the lips and teeth, blowing over the eardrums, let Songran The defenseless heart throbbed.

"..."

The heart beats fast and the brain is deprived of oxygen.

Songran's scalp turned crisp all of a sudden, let alone answering, he didn't even remember his last name.