Pastel Colors

Day1215:18

Ashley.

This strange name was like a thorn, which pricked Songran's heart lightly - the kind of rotten thorn on the old wooden chair, piercing into the flesh, it can't be said to hurt much, and it doesn't bleed, but it makes people have to care .

Song Ran knew that he still didn't know He Zhiyuan well enough.

He Zhiyuan on the phone is only an inner part, which is related to personality and temper, relatively pure; in reality, He Zhiyuan has a more complicated composition, external, related to appearance, occupation, hobbies, relationship history... He knows it well Little, or rather, he knew nothing about it.

Maybe they dated too fast and didn't trust each other enough. When the time is right, He Zhiyuan will naturally tell everything he wants to say, but Ke Songran can't wait any longer.

He has a strong desire to explore He Zhiyuan's past, especially after the painting of little feet appeared.

Ashley.

Who is this girl, Mr. He's daughter?

If not, why was she with Boob since she was born?

If yes, where is she now?

Songran guessed countless possibilities in a few minutes, each one was more incredible than the other, making him uneasy, and the answer can only be known by asking Mr. He.

Through the glass of the picture frame, his fingers traced the pair of small emerald green footprints, feeling that it stepped on his heart step by step, more or less deeply.

When He Zhiyuan called in the afternoon, Song Ran was lazily petting the cat on his sofa.He was masturbating well, and Budoudou was even more so when he was masturbating, with his feet on his back, his belly exposed, and he acted coquettishly for a while.Songran and it meowed for a long time, picked up the phone and confiscated it, subconsciously meowed too.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Have you become a genius?"

Song Ran bit the tip of her tongue that made a mistake, and then laughed: "How dare I, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become fine, and I'm still obediently pretending to be a cat."

He Zhiyuan teased him: "Then call again quietly, I won't let others hear."

"Don't, don't, it's so embarrassing."

Songran could still meow inadvertently, but once he realized it, he would stutter 100% and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'm not joking with you, it's me or me, your Songran."

The last four words are crisp and lovely, popping out one by one like chocolate beans, and the sweetness falls into the ears.

He Zhiyuan took a sip of his wine, picked the key points and repeated: "Well, my family is Songran."

The tone has a different meaning.

Song Ran only felt her cheeks heat up, and plunged her head into the thick cat fur. She buried it for a long time before she lifted up in shame, lowered her eyes, and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "You...are you tired from work today?"

"It's okay, it's about the same as the previous few days, just get used to it. The matter is almost over, and the pressure is not as great as it was at the beginning." He Zhiyuan answered him, and changed the subject, "How long have you been cleaning at home, all day long ?”

Songran held the cat's paw and rubbed it: "No, I've only been busy for a long time. After cleaning up at noon, I took Bubu out to buy vegetables in the afternoon. I bought half a catty of live shrimp and a catty of snails. They haven't been cooked yet. Keep it in a water basin. Boo Boo likes it a lot. I haven’t gotten tired of playing on the balcony by myself for half an hour... Oh, by the way, I plan to get a fish tank in two days, let Boo Boo learn to raise small fish by himself And Xiaoxia, in the future, kindergartens can also have more materials for homework assignments, can you?"

"Of course." He Zhiyuan readily agreed, "The balcony at home is pretty big, and it's all empty, you can develop it as you like. If you like, you can also make a small balcony in the master bedroom and put some decorations you like. I didn’t pay much attention when I lived alone, and I didn’t arrange it much, so I’m going to trouble you.”

Master bedroom.

Song Ran thought of the huge double bed, and her ears turned red: "Okay."

The bed is mine, the balcony is mine, the master bedroom is mine, and even Mr. He is mine... Song Ran couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she rubbed the cat harder, and was kicked in the face by an angry Budoudou kicked.

He Zhiyuan laughed softly when he heard his cries of pain, but felt a trace of unstoppable tiredness.

He really wanted to go home and rest.

The white wall of the living room is projecting the video taken by Xiao Q today. The panoramic view, light and color are fully restored, illuminating the midnight on the other side of the ocean.He Zhiyuan sat on the sofa in his nightgown, watching the energetic young people and children walking back and forth beside him.

It's a beautiful sunny day.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was clear and warm, and the tables, chairs, cabinets and floors had been wiped spotless.Song Ran hummed an unknown little tune that was out of tune, strolled in from the opposite door, hugged a small glass bottle shaped like a fishbowl, and placed it on the window sill.The aquatic plants in the bottle are rippling, and a few small fish shuttle among them, and the slight water waves refract the sunlight, showing brilliant colorful colors.

In addition to the window sill, there are several new decorations on the dining table.

A set of plain colored ceramic vases with a sunflower, a Casablanca and scattered gypsophila stars.

A set of mugs, a set of three sizes, all in cute animal shapes, and a small wooden spoon.

A set of three-dimensional cardboard, the contents are painted forest animals.Boo Boo sits at the dining table, holds small craft scissors in his hand, cuts them out one by one, sets them up one by one, and arranges them by category—chipmunk and gray squirrel together, curly sheep and horn sheep together , The tall, short, fat and thin little rabbits are also together.

The background sound is always mixed with soft meowing. Occasionally, when Xiao Q moves to another place, the meow becomes quieter, and it will start again soon. It seems that this cat likes Xiao Q very much, and chases it inseparably. Running, the big fluffy tail sweeps past the camera from time to time, which is very interesting.

He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing.

From the first second of the video to the present, he watched his house slowly change its style.The changes are not complicated, they are all in the minutiae, but there is more of a warm family atmosphere than before.

He began to look forward to the half-month holiday after the press conference.

"Mr. He, when I was cleaning the master bedroom this morning... I found something." On the other end of the phone, Song Ran saw that the atmosphere was quite harmonious, so he seemed to start the conversation casually, "There is a painting on the wall, it is two Regarding the footprints of children, do you have any impression of this...?"

He Zhiyuan frowned: "What's wrong?"

Song Ran paused nervously, struggled in his heart for a few seconds, and said hesitantly: "I, I am a little curious about that painting, especially the name Ashley. Mr. He, is that your daughter, Bubu's sister?" ?”

He Zhiyuan didn't answer immediately.

He picked up the remote control placed on the coffee table, pressed the pause button, and the projection screen was still at a random moment.

The living room returned to silence, and a small night light beside the sofa emitted warm light, casting a clear shadow on He Zhiyuan's three-dimensional face.He stretched out his hands and pressed the center of his brows, and suddenly felt tired—some unpleasant past events resurfaced in front of his eyes again, vividly in his mind, lingering.

"It's a bit complicated to say, and I rarely mention it to people. Of course, if you are interested, I can tell you."

His tone was calm.

Sensing the reluctance under the calm, Song Ran quickly said: "No, no need, if you find it inconvenient, I don't care if you talk about it later or not... After all, it's your private matter, I shouldn't pay too much attention to it. "

He Zhiyuan shook his head and laughed: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that it's inconvenient to talk about it, but I'm afraid you will laugh at me if you find out."

"how come!"

Song Ran was very surprised.

He Zhiyuan then stood up, pushed open the sliding glass doors of the living room and the backyard, and a gust of cool wind came in, blowing the curtains on both sides.He leaned against the door, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Songran, we had an argument on the phone before. I said, I don't plan to have children before the age of 35. Boo Boo is a pure accident. Back then you scolded me for having sex without a condom, and a condom can't control my dick, remember?"

Song Ran was slightly taken aback, recalling that he had indeed scolded such a vulgar sentence, he slapped his face with a slap: "This, this...don't mention it..."

I want to dig a hole and bury the nonsense, why are you still thinking about it?

He Zhiyuan said: "Actually, there is one thing you may not know - wearing a condom is not [-]% safe, because enough healthy semen can survive in a condom for several hours."

Song Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It took him a long time to realize the meaning of this sentence, and his expression was so shocked that his expression cracked: "He, Mr. He, you mean... Bubu yes, it was used by his mother, and you cum in the condom..."

"Correct."

He Zhiyuan nodded.

Song Ran continued to be in shock: "But why did she do this? Shouldn't husbands and wives respect each other if they want to have children? If you don't want to have children, even if she wants to have children again, she shouldn't use this method to get pregnant... No, no, no, she wants a child, so she got pregnant with Bubu without telling you, and then your relationship broke down, divorced, broke up, why didn't she take Bobu away, and gave it to you to raise? It doesn't make sense. !"

He Zhiyuan listened to his wild guessing, diverging endlessly, and interrupted him in time: "Songran, I've never been married."

"..."

Song Ran changed her mind: "She wants to borrow her son to force the marriage?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Song Ran really couldn't figure it out.

He Zhiyuan looked at the uncertain light and shadow in the wine glass, his expression was indescribably indifferent.

He whispered: "Bubbu's mother wants a child very much, very much, but all she wants is a child, not including me. In fact, she has never loved me—Songran, she and you Same, born gay."

Song Ran was stunned as if struck by lightning.

This is not a past that can be easily told.

Especially for a man as strict and self-disciplined as He Zhiyuan, saying the words "being cheated by Les", no matter how lightly he said, still carries a strong meaning of humiliation.

It's not that he lacks vigilance, it's just that this incident is too absurd to be within the scope of his defenses.

Six years ago, on the flight from Dallas to San Francisco, when that gentle and beautiful girl with tear moles at the corners of her eyes handed over a wet tissue to express her kindness, He Zhiyuan could never imagine that his full value in her eyes, Just a good quality sperm.