Pastel Colors

Day1507:00

Song Ran fired a cannon willfully and freely, and after the shot, he stood up and wished he could dig a ten-meter deep pit and bury himself.

Of course there was no place to dig the deep pit, so he suffered from amnesia.

Until he hung up the phone, Song Ran couldn't remember how he explained the shot, and how he comforted Mr. He.In short, the moment he hung up, he lost all strength, and the phone slipped from his fingers and got embedded in the crack of some sofa.He didn't bother to pick it out either, he supported the listless and blurred bird, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the ceiling thinking about life and philosophy.

After returning to his soul for a while, he twisted and put on his underwear, and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

After rinsing out of the bath, he tied a bath towel around his waist again, and rubbed his pair of pure cotton boxer panties in front of the mirror as if venting his anger, thinking while rubbing: This is the first time, should it be so frequent recently?

Youth is a blessing, kidney deficiency is a disaster.

Mr. He is coming back soon, he has to prepare some money in advance to avoid losing on the bed.

In the morning, Bubu got up, opened the bedroom door, and shouted "Hello, brother" energetically.

"Good boo."

Song Ran was putting soybean milk and sesame Qiang cakes on the dining table, and he greeted him casually. When he looked up, the child walked into the bathroom with short legs, and on the right side of his face was an emoji he had hand-painted last night.

Two seconds later, Bubu jumped out, pointed at his face and shouted in surprise: "Brother, look, I have a pig on my face!"

"..."

Song Ran chopped up a piece of Qiang cake in response, thinking, how does it look like a pig?

He set up breakfast, went to help Boubo wash his face, carefully rubbed off the emoji, and applied a layer of children's cream to his fair skin.

Today, on Tuesday, Boo Boo has resumed his normal routine and is going to report to the kindergarten at eight o'clock, so he put on a bib, grabbed a spoon and started drinking soy milk.He likes soft food, and he only eats the broken fried dough sticks in the bowl, and there is a circle of white foam around his small mouth.

Song Ran sat across from him and looked at him, thinking to himself: These two men are printed in the same mold, why didn't they find it before?

Maybe it's still too young, the facial features haven't grown, if Bubu is ten years old this year, he will definitely recognize it at a glance.

After breakfast, Songran took Bubu to the kindergarten on a small two-wheeler, took a detour to the vegetable market, and when he came back, the cart was full of things: wonton skins, minced pork, eggs, shallots, seaweed, dried shrimps, There is also fresh squid, whole chicken and vegetables.

I promised to make small wontons for Mr. He before, and the materials have to be prepared in advance.

On the living room calendar, there are only two small footprints left.Bubu was in a hurry to go out this morning and forgot to paint it, so Songran took a colored pen and filled the penultimate footprint for him - when the last one is painted tomorrow, Mr. He should go home.

Their family is finally about to usher in their first reunion.

Songran misses Mr. He a little bit again.He turned out the picture book hidden in the drawer and opened it carefully.The handsome Infiniti male god appeared on the paper, smiling gently at him.

The person is still the same person as before, but now, Songran is no longer unrequited love - they are really in love.

"Hello, Mr. He."

Song Ran also smiled at him, lowered her head, and kissed his lips lightly.

Under Mr. He's head portrait was written "predecessor", Song Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly wiped away the previous graffiti, carefully wrote the word "husband", circled it with love, and sealed it in the photo frame.

He wanted to hang this painting in their master bedroom and shame Mr. He to death to avenge his deceit.

Song Ran held the portrait, feeling warm and itchy.

Miss him so much.

No contact for three hours and 42 minutes, miss him very, very much.

Song Ran didn't restrain his desire, he took out his mobile phone from the crack of the sofa, dialed He Zhiyuan's number, threw himself on the bed in the bedroom, and hugged the soft pillow.

He Zhiyuan was having a celebration banquet with his subordinates, he pressed his credit card, and the bill was fully covered.

A group of high-spirited senior engineers swept across the street, drinking from German stout to Scotch whiskey, clinking pint after pint, and the knocked out peanut shells flooded the insteps, comparable to the carnival of the European Cup in midsummer.

When they were tired from drinking, they collectively found a Japanese grocery store to settle down, took up half of the long table, and began to eliminate the running water sashimi plate by plate.

Because he came out publicly at the press conference, He Zhiyuan became the center of the topic.The phone on the table rang. He picked it up and looked at it. He said he was going out to answer a call. His subordinates thought he was running away and stopped him.

He had no choice but to explain: "Boyfriend."

The engineers immediately gave the green light all the way, allowing him to escape smoothly amidst cheers.

The store is facing the street in front, and there is a Japanese-style garden at the back, with small bridges, bamboo shadows, mountains, rocks and flowing water, and the environment is very quiet.He Zhiyuan put his pockets in his pocket and leaned against the pillar to make a phone call. A paper lantern hung beside him, swaying from side to side in the wind.

"Songran, are you not angry with me?"

"……Um."

Songran nodded.

How can I be ashamed to be angry, masturbating in front of others, but forcing them to say a bunch of sweet words to help me ejaculate, the word "shameless" is really embarrassing, okay?

He Zhiyuan felt relieved when he heard the words, and pretended to be serious the next second: "But I'm very angry, I've been hard all afternoon."

Song Ran felt guilty: "I'm sorry."

"What are you going to compensate me for, huh?"

"I don't know about this..." Song Ran pursed her lips, "Is there anything you want?"

"Yes." He Zhiyuan took the time to change his posture, looked up at the moon in the sky, "I hope you can make up for me for an afternoon."

Song Ran blinked twice in confusion: "To compensate you for an afternoon... what?"

He Zhiyuan smiled but did not answer.

A few seconds later, Song Ran suddenly understood, a fire burst out of his lower abdomen, burning hot to his cheeks, his whole body was like being tied in a steamer, so hot that every pore was sweating desperately.

To make up...to make up for an afternoon, how many times do you have to come?

He subconsciously clamped his legs, the newly changed pants were not as loose as the pajama pants, and Xiao Song, who was awake, couldn't stretch out in them, and after all the hardships, it was hard and painful.

He Zhiyuan paused, did not continue to tease him, and asked instead: "Do you like him more now, or do you like me more?"

Song Ran muttered: "Aren't you alone?"

He Zhiyuan couldn't be happier: "Now that we know that we are alone, what about that sturdy energy just now that wished for the red apricot to come out of the wall and splash my green hair? Did you cum all at once?"

"I, I... Your slap at the press conference was too sudden, I haven't established a real feeling yet."

Song Ran's face was blushing.

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Song Ran was shocked, and jumped up from the bed, staring at the phone with a dark screen, with an expression on his face that he was about to die.Immediately afterwards, the screen lit up again, and the other party sent a video invitation.

Song Ran accepted it tremblingly.

He Zhiyuan's upper body appeared in the camera, and his shape was similar to that of the press conference - his short black hair was combed up neatly and fixed by the gel. After a few hours, his hair fell down a little, making him look a lot more lazy and relaxed than before.The shirt is a standard light blue, the tie has been taken off, the collar button is not fastened, the cuffs are rolled up to the forearm, the whole person is almost in line with the appearance of making Songran fall in love at first sight.

Song Ran looked at him with a dazed expression—it was completely different from the stage and portraits, this was a living and living male god in private, and only accommodated him in his eyes.

He Zhiyuan smiled and asked: "Do you have any real feelings?"

"..."

Song Ran shook his head.

Not much more.

He Zhiyuan was amused by him, stroked the hair scattered on his forehead, and said: "Well, my plane at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, as long as there is no delay, I can land at [-]:[-] Beijing time. It doesn't matter if I don't feel real enough today, I will see you tomorrow , hug, kiss, enough."

Song Ran looked at him without blinking, and stammered, "Then, then I'll go... pick you up at the airport."

"The airport is so far away from the city center, so I don't need to trouble you. I have to go back to the company to deal with some things." He Zhiyuan said, "I've been away for half a month, and I'm going to take another half month's leave. The helper is probably too lazy, so he has to pick it up and give it a hard pump. I will try to finish cleaning up as soon as possible, see you at the gate of the kindergarten at four o'clock, how about it?"

He is a jar of high-purity spirits, Song Ran is too drunk, he arranges everything, and obediently said: "Okay."

He Zhiyuan shook the screen and straightened up: "Then see you tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ah? Don't, don't hang up!" Songran raised his voice and begged anxiously, "Come chat with me for a while, I want to see you again, okay?"

"Of course."

He Zhiyuan smiled fondly and softly, and leaned back against the pillar again.

So for this celebration banquet, He Zhiyuan didn't eat anything other than the first cold buckwheat noodles with chopsticks and a mouthful of salmon roe sashimi.His group of subordinates were considerate of their superiors, ordered every food on the menu, packed them into boxes, stuffed them with tempura and tonkatsu, and gave them to this good man who "wanted to accompany his wife to death" as a supper.