Pastel Colors

Day0821:23

As soon as these words came out, the bench in the emergency room seemed to be automatically coated with a layer of 502 glue, which firmly stuck to Songran's pants, making it impossible to pull them off.Song Ran sat there aggrieved and waited, 5 minutes later, he was picked up by someone sent by He Zhiyuan.

He was picked up by a young doctor named Zhan Yuwen.

Dr. Zhan is as his name suggests, with a gentle appearance, meticulous work, rigorous and responsible, the only shortcoming is that he has a slightly sullen personality, likes to walk with his pockets in his pocket, and he is even more reticent when driving. He only plays music and does not speak.Song Ran suppressed his nameless anger, and wanted to speak ill of Mr. He. Then he thought, Dr. Zhan was a pastor sent by the enemy camp to recruit security, and he was definitely not a friendly army. Seat, trying to incubate eggs with body heat.

The roadside lights flickered on and off, flickering and flashing past the windows as the vehicles speeded, making people drowsy.

Song Ran quickly lowered her head, fell asleep with the seat belt on her chest unconscious.The car seemed to have stopped in his sleep. Someone woke him up, helped him out of the car, and then tossed all the way for some reason. By the time he regained a sliver or two of consciousness, he was already lying on the bed.

"Wake up? Feel like throwing up?"

Zhan Yuwen stood by the bed with a cup of warm water in his hand, shaking the plastic bag.

Song Ran said no, Zhan Yuwen put the water glass on the bedside table, put away the plastic bag, and then took out a shiny thermometer: "The problem is not serious, it may not be a symptom of chickenpox, it may just be a fever caused by a cold. Take your temperature."

Song Ran asked, "Where's Boo Boo?"

As soon as the root of his tongue was cold, the thermometer was stuffed in, and he lightly bit the glass tube.

Zhan Yuwen replied: "Bubbu will sleep at home tonight, and Lin Hui will take care of him. He won't come until you find out your chickenpox history."

"Oh." Song Ran felt a little depressed, and slipped into the quilt silently, "Dr. Zhan, thank you today."

Zhan Yuwen shrugged as if nothing happened: "You're welcome. I'm Mr. He's family doctor, and taking care of you and Bubu is my serious job."

He spoke naturally, but Song Ran turned his head in embarrassment—why did this sound so strange?

Zhan Yuwen pretended not to see his embarrassment, and asked, "Can you sleep on your sofa?"

Song Ran heard that he was going to stay overnight, and quickly said: "No, no, you can go home and rest, I'm fine now, I'll contact you in case something happens!"

"Oh, the situation is like this." Zhan Yuwen coughed twice, bent down with his hands in his pockets, approached Songran's ear, and whispered, "Miss Lin Huilin in your family has a very cute personality. I just ate A piece of omelet rice made by her is still unsatisfactory, and I want to have a few more meals."

Song Ran was shocked and almost bit the thermometer.

Is this cold and cold doctor who looks like a human being a sullen pervert wearing a mask?

Zhan Yuwen took off the "mask" and winked at him with a sly fox eye: "For my personal happiness, please keep this secret for me."

Song Ran: "Okay, okay."

Anyway, at least Dr. Zhan is a straight man.For Lin Hui, who has been chasing gays three times in a row, it is not easy enough to recruit a straight man who actively pursues her.

You can't beat mandarin ducks with sticks, absolutely not!

Song Ran's favorability for Zhan Yuwen rose back to [-] points, and he kindly threw out an olive branch: "The sofa is too rough, why don't you sleep on my bed? I'll share half of it with you."

Zhan Yuwen's ears rang alarm bells, and he thought to himself, where did I get the courage to share the bed with you, Mr. He will tear me up?

He misunderstood the relationship between Songran and He Zhiyuan a little bit, and politely declined on the pretext that he was not used to sleeping in other people's beds.Song Ran had no choice but to withdraw the invitation, pulled out the thermometer, pointed to the closet and said: "There are quilts and pillows inside, you can make the sofa thicker and sleep, turn on the air conditioner when it gets cold at night, the remote control is in the coffee table drawer. Also, protect you face, my cat is quite noisy, and may step on your face when I am hungry in the morning."

"sure."

Zhan Yuwen agreed casually, but didn't really listen to this kind advice.He took the thermometer and glanced at the scale, and gave Songran a look of "Don't worry, I can't die", turned around and took the quilt from the closet, carried the quilt with one hand, put one hand in his pocket, and went out very handsomely.

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes like spinning silk.

Song Ran had a fever-reducing shot that night, and his body temperature first dropped like a cliff, and then rose like a rocket, like throwing it in the refrigerator and squatting in the oven in turn, and after a night of wear and tear, he is basically a useless person.

In the early morning of the next day, a shrill scream pierced his eardrums, and Song Ran sat up in fright. His eyes were brightly colored, and large chaotic color spots were reflected on the wall, deforming and overlapping for a while, making him want to vomit.

Let him stare at the color palette with naked eyes now, he probably can't tell the difference between red and green.

The door opened, and the little whirlwind Boo Boo rushed in, jumped onto the bed like a spring ball, threw herself into Song Ran's arms, and said coquettishly, "Brother, I haven't seen you all night, I miss you so much!"

There were a few more rashes on the child's face, covered with white ointment, resembling an enthusiastic little Dalmatians.

Song Ran held him firmly, and said with a smile: "Brother misses you very much, too."

In the living room, Zhan Yuwen's high-decibel screams hadn't stopped, and the sound of panting was broken into pieces, as if he was dying.Lin Hui laughed heartlessly next to her, gloating no matter what she heard.

Song Ran suspected that Bu Doudou stepped on Zhan Yuwen's face early in the morning, or more simply, sat on someone's face.

This has actually happened before.

Just as he was thinking, the suspect jumped onto the bed lightly, stepped on the pillow and walked to him, staring at him with a pair of blue eyes arrogantly, without guilt in it.Seeing that Songran didn't move, Budoudou meowed twice, lowered his head, and pretended to bump into him with force.

Before the comet hit the earth, Song Ran reacted promptly and quickly directed Boo Boo to open a can of tuna.

Bu Doudou moved his nose, and it turned into a flying arrow, chasing the smell of canned food and passed.

so close.

This comet weighs [-] pounds, and was almost crippled by a collision.

Two minutes later, Songran realized that Zhan Yuwen's horrific scream was most likely faked, and the purpose was just to make Lin Hui smile.Because when Zhan Yuwen walked into the bedroom with a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth, and looked at Bu Doudou who was squatting next to him eating, the calm and contempt on his face was like a cat was nothing.

That's right, serious doctors have done many autopsies, how could they be afraid of a cat?

Dr. Zhan's scheming should belong to the cat.

The "feline animal" Zhan Yuwen gave Songran a simple health checkup. The conclusion was a severe cold, but chickenpox could basically be ruled out, but Songran was still worried.Zhan Yuwen sat down beside the bed and told him, "You had chickenpox in November 2002 and you have antibodies. Although the immunity rate is not 11%, Bubu's symptoms are very mild, and the probability of infection is not high."

Song Ran was puzzled: "How do you know?"

Zhan Yuwen spread his hands: "I don't know, but your boss He knows, he went to check for you yesterday."

Song Ran touched her hot forehead, feeling more and more confused.

He said that he had no parents and was born in an orphanage, but he didn't reveal any more information.Mr. He doesn't even know where he is from, so how can he find out his medical history?

Seeing him frowning, Zhan Yuwen couldn't help being amused: "Are you doubting Mr. He's strength? Let's put it this way, you only need a computer and a network cable, and there is no data that Mr. He can't find, including your medical records."

"I... my medical records?!"

Song Ran's eyes widened, his face was pale, and his mind exploded.

Zhan Yuwen didn't notice the sudden change in his expression, and continued to say: "He is always an expert in data security, in other words, he is also a top-notch hacker. As soon as he hung up the phone last night, he found a way to find your medical records Don't worry, you have chickenpox antibody, and the risk of getting it again is very small."

"……Oh."

Song Ran nodded dully, then suddenly fell silent.

He stopped talking, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and bent down into that warm, soft, and dark place, covering his face, hugging his knees, curling himself up into a ball, his body trembling slightly.

In his medical records, there is a secret that he does not want to reveal.

It's not a serious disease.

Not serious.

Song Ran convinced himself countless times that he had just been sick for too long and hadn't really recovered. Occasionally, he would have an attack, which would disturb his life a little bit.But he already knew how to exercise restraint, cover it up carefully, never be noticed by others, and rarely encounter strange eyes again.

But this secret, he only wants Mr. He to know.

He's not as good as he used to be.

If a perfect child has a slight defect, he is still loved.And a child with many defects is already on the verge of being accepted or rejected by others, if there is another unsatisfactory one...

No one knows what will happen.

Song Ran felt that she was a Russian nesting doll, well hidden under seven or eight layers of gorgeous shells.Ever since I met Bubu, the situation has gotten out of control, and the shell has been peeled off layer by layer. He is naked in front of Mr. He, and he can no longer hide his true appearance inside.

This afternoon, Song Ran didn't sleep well.

He had a series of bizarre nightmares, one after another, without any time to breathe.

In the dream, the winding corridors and faded doors of the orphanage turned into a rotating kaleidoscope, extending from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head, layer upon layer, flashing endlessly, full of suffocating despair.He couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, so he ran desperately until he was exhausted, and only caught a beam of light at a certain accidental moment.

He ran in the direction of the beam of light, broke through the restraint, and then stopped abruptly.

In front of you is an “apple showroom”—a place where adoptive parents meet orphaned children.He had been here a few times before, and since the last time he had a bad breakup, he had no chance to come in again.

Through a narrow door glass, he saw Mr. He sitting inside holding Bubu, talking with the teacher of the orphanage.

"We are missing a family member. I heard that he is here, so I came to pick him up."

Mr. He gently explained the purpose of his visit.

The teacher at the orphanage shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, he's not here."

lie!

I am here!

Song Ran was afraid of missing them, and was so anxious that she stretched out her hand to push the door.Before his fingers touched the doorknob, an invisible force suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him back forcefully. The "apple showroom" was getting farther and farther away from him, and finally, he fell into the colorful and terrifying kaleidoscope again, wrapped in a cobweb-like corridor, and swallowed by a dark doorway.

Wooden window frames, rusty fences, iron canopy beds with bunk beds.

The daylight was dim, and water leaked from the corners of the walls.

This is where he lived for ten years.

When he heard the sound of the padlock, he rushed to beat the door like crazy, until the dust on the wall shook.But the cold voice outside issued a verdict, telling him that you have no chance, and we can't take the risk of making you act sick again in front of this father and son.

They don't need rotten apples.

Songran, do you know that that cute little boy wants a brother who is really sunny and cheerful—the real one is not just acting out of suppressed and depressed heart.And Mr. He, just standing there attracted countless envious eyes.All kinds of high-quality men and women passed by him, he raised his hand, and his arms were snuggled.

You have no academic qualifications, no savings, or even a healthy mental state. How can you deserve that coveted position.

We will eventually find a good apple to match and complete his family.

And you must stay here alone.

Watch from a distance.