Pastel Colors

Day1006:14

That night, Song Ran really had a dream.

It was early summer in the dream, the living room was quiet, and the monotonous cicadas were singing in the distance. The bluebells of 8012A and the Casablanca of 8012B were transplanted to the same balcony, and they entered the flowering period at the same time.The thin leaves and broad leaves are intertwined into pieces, blending into a sweet fragrance.

He was drawing pictures by the French windows, Bubu was lying on the carpet, walking the maze conscientiously with a small wooden horse, while Mr. He was holding a water bottle and watering the flowers pot by pot.Probably because he had never seen the front face, Mr. He kept his back to him, and was busy with the work in hand.The blurred sunlight blurred the edges of the figure, and the body shape was not clear.

Song Ran looked at his back, biting the pen with his teeth, itching in his heart - what does this man look like?

Will it be as good as the love he gave?

There was a time when Song Ran was the loneliest, lost her way, and didn't understand the value of living in this world.Whenever the news shows that the child died unexpectedly and the parents cried hysterically in front of the camera, he would think, if one day he died, would anyone in the world cry for him?

There will be none.

His death could not arouse a single tear. As early as the day his father led him to the gate of the orphanage, left a lie and left without hesitation, he had already been abandoned by the whole world.He tried to die, the sharp razor blade scratched his wrist, the wound was smooth, scarlet blood just gushed out, dripped down drop by drop along the palm line to the fingertips.The smell of blood was so strong that it was choking, but it couldn't wake up the pain that was numb in despair.

But it's different now.

Now, he has a home.

Bubu will care about whether he is living well, and Mr. He will care about whether he is living well, whether he is happy, angry, sad or happy, and he is no longer just chewing on tasteless emotions alone.

What follows love is a greater surprise than love.

"Song Ran."

He was embraced from behind, and his fingers were included in the palm of that person.Warm breath puffed his cheeks, with the scent of a mature man - he subconsciously looked towards the balcony, and the place where the flowers were blooming was already empty.

"Songran... baby..."

The voice beside the ear was low and gentle, with an irresistible temptation.

Song Ran was bewitched, he put down his pen, closed his eyes, turned his head and kissed He Zhiyuan ecstatically, gradually the kiss went deep, and he couldn't help touching his cheek and neck for a while.The lower abdomen became hot and lusty, and the desire to completely belong to each other became stronger and stronger.Mr. He picked him up, knocked open the door and threw him on the bed, stripped off his clothes, and separated his legs.

In the early summer afternoon in this dream, Song Ran heard his shameful groaning, at first he forbeared it, and then it was so loud that it was almost wild.

Cicadas chirping, breeze, music box.

The sunlight is transparent, the green plants are growing, and the children and cats are playing in the living room.

In the light-colored painting style, the two wild and rhythmic bodies on the bed look so out of place, like a wildfire out of control, destroying the atmosphere in one fell swoop.But Songran felt the ultimate happiness, he put aside his shame, took the initiative to open his still young body, and let the closest people love him hard.

Happiness comes so fast.

He couldn't believe it.

He also longed to be loved before, but those who have never been loved always lack a little confidence in happiness—the person who loves him today may withdraw and disappear tomorrow, leaving him alone, having tasted the sweetness. taste, the threshold is confused, and everything tastes bitter.

A partner who comes and goes, it is better not to come.

It is better not to be parasitic on the happiness of others.

He can't see other people's hearts, but only himself, that's why he likes to take care of children so much, and is willing to be a giver of love.If a child wants to be pampered, he will give it. It is like a low tree, not considered strong, but trying to protect the younger creatures under the canopy, in order to prove that it is not worthless in the world, at least it can survive. Why do people shelter from the wind and rain.

It's just that this little tree didn't expect that a towering tree suddenly grew beside it, opening up a towering green shade, protecting it, and also the little tender seedling it liked.

He who gives love also receives love.

Song Ran has never been so at ease, he lay relaxed on the wet and soft soil, looked up at the huge sky-like shade above his head, then closed his eyes, and used every leaf to receive its rain and dew.Trembling when the wind blows, panting when the wind stops, every drop of water flowing from him has the smell of that tree.

At six o'clock in the morning, Song Ran woke up with unfinished thoughts.

This erotic dream was too intense, his whole body was limp, and he still had no strength after lying down for 10 minutes.The crotch was wet and mushy, and when he lifted the quilt, the salty smell that had been covered for several hours was released, so strong that his face burned.

He secretly went into the bathroom to wash his underwear, wrung them out to dry, then slipped back to the bed, sat on the bedside with his arms around a big pillow and missed Mr. He for an hour.It wasn't until Lin Hui knocked on the door and called him to have breakfast that he woke up from the foolish state of being in love and went to the restaurant with two blushes on his face.

Lin Hui saw that his face was flushed, and it took three seconds to recall a mouthful of porridge, thinking that his brain was burnt out, so she asked Zhan Yuwen to take his temperature.Song Ran hurriedly raised a spoon in front of her, and said, "The fever is gone early, I'm really fine, if you don't believe me touch it."

Zhan Yuwen made a gesture to touch it, but Lin Hui quickly slapped his hand away, and gave him a disgusted look: "It's your turn?"

As he said, he touched it with his own hands, and it was really cool.

She asked puzzledly: "The fever is gone, why is your face still so red?"

"Well, because... porridge, porridge is hot!"

Songran pushed the pot to the porridge.

"..."

Lin Hui looked at Bubu, her little face was also flushed by the heat, and then turned to look at Zhan Yuwen. Seeing that his face was normal, she smiled maliciously: "Why don't you blush?"

Zhan Yuwen felt helpless, pushed the empty bowl forward, spread his hands and said, "Please, miss, have you served me porridge yet?"

Only then did Lin Hui show an expression of sudden realization, went to the kitchen and took out a spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge into Zhan Yuwen's bowl, and rewarded him with half of the fritters suffering from rickets.Zhan Yuwen looked at the breakfast in front of him that cut corners and didn't even fit between his teeth, as if he heard the wailing of his hungry stomach, he shook his head sadly.

Bubu giggled when he saw it, and revealed the truth: "The small one is mine, and mine is yours."

Zhan Yuwen quickly looked at Lin Hui, and a cold gleam from the scalpel flashed in his eyes.

Lin Hui stood up calmly, dusted off her apron calmly, and calmly put the "children's set meal" and "adult set meal" back in their correct positions. She suddenly took out a piece of heart-shaped seaweed from her pocket and inserted it into Zhan Yuwen's bowl. She made a cute face at him.

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, she sat back as if nothing had happened, picked up the spoon and tapped the edge of the bowl, commanding everyone to eat: "Don't talk when eating, don't talk when sleeping, no one is allowed to talk."

Zhan Yuwen drank the porridge, and Gu Zi laughed like an idiot.

Song Ran was stunned.

In the past few days, he and Bubu are not allowed to work, and the other is not allowed to go to school, so they concentrate on recuperating at home.Zhan Yuwen and Lin Hui unexpectedly developed from a pair of strangers into a pair of black and white double evil, and they cooperated tacitly, urging them to eat, take medicine, rest, and sleep regularly, and arrange their schedules in an orderly manner.

If Zhan Yuwen is a shepherd dog, then Lin Hui is a breeder, cooking all kinds of delicacies for Songran and Bubu in different ways every day, but Dr. Zhan refuses to feed them.But as long as Dr. Zhan begged and acted cute, Lin Hui would jump down a section of steps called "Little Tsundere" and give him the delicious food reserved in advance.

Zhan Yuwen was very sweet, and he was quite cooperative.

Songran watched the interaction between the Huanxi couple and found it very interesting.In the future, when Mr. He comes back, he will occasionally withhold Mr. He's rations, and wait for the other party to lodge a serious complaint before offering a big surprise.

This afternoon, Songran evaded Zhan Yuwen's surveillance, stole some paper from the workbench, put the hardcover notebook under it, and leaned against the bedside to type the line draft—"The Little Wooden Boat Looking for an Oar" will be due in two weeks Yes, he has only missed half of the book, and if it is overdue, not only will the money be deducted, but also the reputation will be affected.

Boo Boo was taking a nap beside him, covered with a small orange blanket.

The child's sleeping position has always been quite casual, and something happened in the dream, pouted, turned over, kicked the chubby leg, and kicked the blanket one meter away, revealing the little yellow duck's underwear, and Has a round belly.

Song Ran put down the pen and paper, picked up the blanket and covered him up, and was about to continue painting, when he heard a series of lively music coming from the pillow.

pat.

The pencil in my hand fell on the bed sheet.

That was the special call tone he had just set for He Zhiyuan an hour ago.

Song Ran couldn't hold back her excitement, she bounced like a pinball, landed on her buttocks, and almost woke up Boo Bu from her dream.He grabbed the phone, took three deep breaths, and pressed the answer button very solemnly, then suddenly remembered something, and looked up at the balcony in embarrassment—the briefs that were soiled last night were still hanging on the drying rack, dripping water while being covered The strong wind on the twelfth floor swayed left and right.

A ball of fire "boomed" and burned his cheeks.

He was red all the way from the corners of his eyes to his neck, and he couldn't even say "Hello".