Pastel Colors

Day0921:51

After the story is told, long and painful memories gather into a pool of black water, engulfing the lonely narrator, and there are only trembling breaths in the room.

He opened his heart to He Zhiyuan, like a round clam opening two shells in front of the sharp snipe beak, revealing its defenseless soft flesh.At this time, if the sharp beak came to peck, it would not even be able to leave a good corpse.

Song Ran believed that He Zhi Yuan would not hurt him, but still flinched timidly.

"Mr. He, Mr. He..." He was extremely cold, he rubbed his cold toes under the blanket, and kept calling out to him, eager to get some comfort, "Are you still hugging me?"

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but his eyes were red.

He propped himself up on the edge of the bed and said softly, "I'm here, I'm holding you, don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid, baby.

His tone was softer than ever in his life.

At this time, Song Ran looked like a frightened small animal, such as a rabbit, a mole or a young deer.He Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of the quarrel on the phone a week ago. At that time, Songran was completely different from now, with swords on the verge and fierce words, like an angry puffer fish with thorns all over its body.

——Children, partners and family are the most precious things for a person, nothing can compare to it!

——Family is not important, don't give birth, reproduction is so low-level, don't shoot!Being a bachelor like me leaves plenty of time for you to pursue your career!

——I don't care how old you want to have a baby. After Bobu is born, you have to take on the responsibility of being a father!

He Zhiyuan was really angry that day, and felt that Song Ran was smiling one second, but immediately changed his face the next second, and became furious beyond reason.Without even thinking about it, he hastily painted a mask full of prejudice, and put it on Songran forcefully: a child who grew up in honey, was spoiled by his parents since he was a child, and lived a pampered self in his 20s, thinking that all All the world should be exactly the same honeypot, pointing fingers at the way he raises Bubu, and no dissent can be tolerated.

But the fact is that Songran has never had any honey jars, not even a spoonful of honey.

The so-called quarrel was just that an abandoned child met another child in a similar situation, and wanted to wake up the lost father on the phone, telling him to look back and stop ignoring Bubu's hopeful heart.In desperation, he spoke indiscriminately, and didn't bother to make his words appropriate.

How could he have the heart to care about such an insignificant mistake, and even threw out a set of seemingly rational family views, standing on a high ground, and mocking Songran's "childishness" and "rudeness".

Don't judge me.

He had said so.

But the person who is full of prejudice and makes assumptions based on a little one-sided information is himself.

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but blame himself.

He knew that Songran was a seedling that unfortunately fell in the salt marsh. Its roots were scorched and burned, but it still insisted on growing in the sun, and finally grew into a tree, giving shade to the surrounding vegetation.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to do it.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the light in the sky gradually brightened, making the bedroom curtains half-thin and half-transparent.He Zhiyuan put on his nightgown, opened the door to the balcony on the second floor, a gust of morning breeze blew through his hair and cheeks with the moist orange fragrance.

The back garden is very quiet, only a few scattered birdsong.

Through a wall of rattan and wood, he heard the movement of the house next door-the microwave oven and oven clanging in turn, the stainless steel knife and fork knocking on the porcelain plate, and the immature children were chattering happily.

"Dad, Joey took the blueberry jam again!"

"Are you going to put mayonnaise on it?"

"No, I don't like it, I want Joey's blueberry jam!"

"I also want!"

The neighbor is a French family of five. The younger brother and younger sister insist on their own opinions and want to get back the jam that the older brother took away.

"Joy, you are a good boy, share the jam with Eric and Sophie." The capable mother quelled the petty dispute between the children and asked, "Who wants fried eggs today? Hands up .”

The restaurant immediately returned to bustling.

This conversation was very warm, and it was an ordinary family routine. He Zhiyuan listened to it, his heart moved, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

Waking up early in the morning, he and Bubu stood side by side in the bathroom washing his face and brushing his teeth. He faced the mirror to shave, clean his face, and do his hair. Bubu puffed up his cheeks and held a small toothbrush. Brush for 1 minute.After a while, the father and son finished cleaning, and the smell of food came from the kitchen.He bent down, pushed Boob's shoulders from behind, and ran towards the restaurant with one big and one small.Song Ran happened to come out wearing a plaid apron, holding a tray in his hand, which contained two steaming bowls of fresh meat wontons.

Boo Boo quickly climbed onto the high stool, grabbed the spoon, and started eating.And he stood still, waiting for Songran to come to him, and personally tied the tie that matched the shirt for him today, then raised his head, and gave him a soft kiss.

"Good morning."

Song Ran looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

These eyes are really alluring, pitch black and bright, with the color of a bright night, reflecting a little light at this moment, it also reflects his face.The most important thing is that there is no timidity and loneliness in these eyes, only the happiness precipitated from a long and stable life.

If he could lend Song Ran his shoulder to rely on, and get such a look in exchange, why wouldn't he do it?

Home is a jigsaw puzzle. He and Bubu put together half of it, and Songran puts the other half together. When they are joined together, it is complete.

The answer is ready to come out, jumping in my heart.

Half a round of sun rose on the roof of the townhouse, the sky began to show a faint red, and the day in the western hemisphere came.

And the Eastern Hemisphere is still at night.

He Zhiyuan closed his eyes and leaned back, leaning his back against the balcony wall, and exhaled slowly: "Songran, that time last week... I offended your family values. You said that children, partners and families are one person The most precious thing, I said a lot of words to refute at that time, but now I want to understand, I am willing to agree with you, sincerely."

He thought that this would make Song Ran happier, but he didn't expect a long silence to respond to him.

"Don't agree with me, Mr. He, at least...don't agree with me because of my story."

When he spoke again, Song Ran's voice was still trembling.

He Zhiyuan asked: "Why?"

Song Ran paused, and said with difficulty: "Because...even I don't know if it's right or not."

"I've heard that people are obsessed with things they can't ask for. The more time passes, the more pathological the obsession becomes. I have no home since I was a child. No matter where I live, what job I do, or how many friends I make, I feel that life is empty. , floating alone, without roots. I want a home so badly, I want a child to be taken care of by me, and a man to take care of me, even if the child is not Boo Boo, this man is not...not..."

Song Ran suddenly stuck in his shell, covered his mouth, and coughed twice trying to cover up.

He Zhiyuan laughed silently.

"...Like me, even if a child is thrown at me casually, I can't refuse it. Mr. He, if children, spouse and family are really so important to me, I should be cautious, why would someone come?" No rejection? Unless...unless what I want in my heart is not a 'home' at all, just an empty shell, it is just called 'home', as for who lives in the home, I like it or not, I don't care at all... ..."

"Do you really not care?" He Zhiyuan interrupted him, and asked in a deep voice, "Or is it because you met the right one the first time, so you have no chance to compare?"

These words were like a slap in the face, and he was stunned: "I..."

He Zhiyuan didn't pause, and went further: "Songran, you always like to think badly about yourself, and you are used to underestimating your own kindness. In my opinion, everyone has selfishness. What you want most is for you. Of course it is the most important thing, this kind of mentality is very normal, far from being sick.”

Song Ran asked hesitantly, "Really?"

"Yes."

The answer is loud and clear.

Self-doubt is a dead end with no solution, and you can only get pain if you fall into it. He Zhiyuan must drag Song Ran out.Unexpectedly, Songran's mind was dazed, just jumped out of this pit, held the phone in his hands for a while, tangled inexplicably for a while, and then jumped into another pit: "Then...you didn't agree before, but now you agree, because you also changed your mind, Do you want to start a family?"

He Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes."

"So, you're going to remarry Boo Boo's mother?"

"What, what?"

He Zhiyuan was at a loss.

Remarried?

He was never married at all.

He didn't react for five seconds, and when he realized that Songran had misunderstood and wanted to deny it, Songran had already run a few kilometers in the wrong direction, and continued as if evading: "Mr. He, I I used to scold you for being unworthy of being a father, so don't take it to heart. I can see that you actually love Bubu very much, and you are also a good father. You just want to make money to support the family, and sometimes you can't take care of him when you are busy with work. Wait...etc You are remarried, and with Boubu's mother to help you take care of the house, the situation will be much better than it is now... Thinking about it this way, remarriage is also a good idea."

He Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing that he was still talking stiffly to himself, he directly asked: "Do you want me to 'remarry'?"

Songran choked immediately.

His heart was sore, the corners of his eyes were getting wet, his five slender fingers were desperately torturing the pillow, the veins on the back of his hands were showing, he wished he could crush the words "Mr. He wants to remarry" into powder - what happened to him?Is it abnormal?What he cares about is the little angel Bubu, not Mr. He's "big plus gift". Now that Mr. He is going to remarry, why is he suffering to death?

It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.The world is so big, what do you like to do, it's none of my business.

Song Ran struggled for a long time, then her stubborn temper came up, and she said angrily, "What are you asking me for? I object, so why don't you remarry?"

He Zhiyuan smiled faintly: "Tell me, I will consider it."

"Uh……"

I heard that he would think about it, Songran's hardened bones softened again, and he felt that this "big size bonus" was mature and considerate, and it was worth keeping it.He racked his brains to think about it, chose a roundabout and reasonable angle, chose words and sentences, and expressed carefully: "Well, if you remarry, Bubu will have a mother, and it won't be my turn to take care of him. I'm a bit reluctant for Bubu, otherwise... If you don't remarry, I'll help you take care of him, okay?"

With a cold face, He Zhiyuan concluded for him with a half-smile: "You want to take care of Bubu, so you don't want me to 'remarry', is that so?"

"Yes, yes." Song Ran became nervous, "Is this reason sufficient?"

He Zhiyuan: "Quite insufficient."

"..."

Song Ran flushed with embarrassment, and plunged her head into the crack of the pillow, almost breaking the bridge of her nose.He clenched the phone tightly, tensed his wrists, and planned to smash it into outer space at once, and never answer He Zhiyuan's calls again in his life.After a brief pause, he heard He Zhiyuan say: "I can teach you a good reason."

Fuck you!

Songran covered his head with the quilt, pretending not to listen, but secretly took back his hand, not willing to throw it away after all.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said: "You want to have a child to take care of, and you also want a man to take care of you, so it's very simple. Your ideal dream lover should be a single father with children, and his sexuality can't be too straight. This configuration has been around for a hundred years Rare encounter, you finally ran into one, and he happened to like you a lot. You said, is it too bad to let him go to 'remarry'?"

He also happens to like you a lot...

I really like you...

like……

you……

Song Ran threw off the quilt, turned over and sat up, and blinked vigorously in the dark.

A burnt brain is like a rusty set of gears, tightly hinged, stuck in and out, unable to turn fast no matter how much you push it.He Zhiyuan's words echoed in his ears dozens of times, but he just couldn't understand the meaning.About half a minute later, a thunderbolt fell on the top of the sky, and the blood in Songran's body boiled instantly. He hurriedly turned on the headlight in the bedroom, knelt on the edge of the bed, clutched his mobile phone, and asked stutteringly: "Hey, Mr. He, What you said... shouldn't mean anything else, right?"

He Zhiyuan smiled happily: "To be precise, I only have 'other meanings'."

Song Ran was stunned, her tongue was tied, and her mind was empty.

impossible.

Mr. He took the initiative to confess to him - this plot line is almost crooked, he dare not even dream of leaving, okay?

He Zhiyuan brushed his hair that was blown by the wind, and said with a smile: "Songran, don't be so surprised. I want to take care of you as much as you want to take care of Bubu. This is a man's selfish desire, so naturally It appeared, very strong, I can't explain the reason, and I can't control it, I can only follow my heart."

"But, but...we've only known each other for less than ten days, and we haven't even met face to face!"

Song Ran was slapped on the reef by the big waves of joy, he was dizzy and couldn't tell the sky and the earth, his mind was muddled, he felt that it was too fast.

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, knowing that Songran had already forgotten what he said.

"When I entrusted Bubu to you before, I said that the key to a person's reliability lies in his own character, not whether I know him well. Similarly, the key to my feeling for you lies in my The two of you, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the first day we’ve met or the hundredth day we’ve known each other.” He changed into a comfortable standing position, leaned against the fence, and put one hand into the pocket of his nightgown, “Of course, if you’re not at ease, I’m also You can leave the confession until one month, two months, or even half a year later, but from a selfish point of view, I hope you can agree as soon as possible, because I... am really not good at patience."

Song Ran's face was flushed by this meaningful sentence, holding the phone like a hot potato, his voice trembled: "I, I'm not sober now, can you... let me calm down for an hour first?"

"Of course." He Zhiyuan retreated a step gracefully, "I'll wait for your reply."

After hanging up the phone, Songran sat on the bed stupidly for a full 10 minutes.

This unexpected turn of the scene caught him off guard, his body seemed to be floating in the clouds, vain and unable to touch the ground.

"..."

He pinched his thigh cruelly, grinning in pain.

In his cognition, even if he really wanted to confess his love, it should be ten days and a half months after Mr. He returned to China. He wrote the manuscript in advance, recited it to Mr. He nervously, and waited nervously for the other party to tell him about his height. , age, education, income, ideology and morality are scored one by one, and the final result is announced. How can the initiative be reversed in turn?

He jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to the maximum, and flushed cold water all over his head and face.

Still not awake after rushing, he simply opened the bedroom door.

The living room was brightly lit, Zhan Yuwen, Lin Hui, and Bubu were sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Tom and Jerry were scurrying across the screen in tune with the BGM.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three of them turned their heads in unison. Seeing that it was Songran, Bubu jumped off the sofa excitedly, ran over with two short legs, and shouted, "Brother, you're awake!"

Song Ran caught him steadily, turned around and hugged him into the bedroom, and closed the door.

Bubu turned his head to look: "What is this for?"

"Brother has something to ask you." Song Ran knelt on the ground, wiped his wet face, and looked directly into Bubu's eyes, "If, I mean, if... my brother and Dad are together, would you mind?" ?”

Bubu asked childishly, "What do you mean being together?"

"When Dad comes back, my brother will move in to live with you. You will not be separated in the morning, noon, and night. From now on, my brother will take care of you. Of course, Dad will also take care of us..."

"Okay, okay." Bubu hurriedly agreed, nodding his head like pounding rice, "That's the best!"

Songran held Bubu's little hand, leaned closer and said, "But in this case, you can no longer have a mother... Brother and mother, only one can live at home, does Bubu understand?"

Boob nodded again, with a smile on his face, and he didn't look sad at all.

He said: "Mom is married and won't live in this house anymore, so brother, just live in here!"

"Ah, married?"

Song Ran was taken aback.

If this is the case, then the last excuse in his heart will be invalid, and the only thing standing between him and Mr. He is himself.

Be confident.

Songran, be more confident.

Mr. He is so good, don't miss him.

He couldn't wait for a second, he stretched out his arms to hug Bubu, and said impatiently: "I have to sleep for a while, you go outside to play with your brothers and sisters first, okay?"

Bubu didn't know, so he nodded and said yes.

Song Ran hugged Boubo vigorously, sent him back to the living room, then quickly returned to the room, threw herself on the bed, and grabbed the cell phone beside the pillow.