Pastel Colors

Day1615:42

The night before returning home, He Zhiyuan felt the anxiety of returning home.

He fell asleep.

He lay half asleep and half awake in bed until five o'clock, and just after dawn, he left the residence, locked the door, removed the key and threw it into the mailbox, leaving it with the helper who came to clean it regularly, and called an Uber to go to the airport by himself.

He travels lightly and carries very little luggage—both at home and abroad are considered permanent residences, and he has all the clothes for the four seasons, except for the one he wears when he goes out, he doesn't even bring a shirt.On the contrary, it was a gift for Bubu and Songran, carefully selected, and stuffed a box full.

Before taking off, he called Songran, and Songran was quite nervous at the other end, and kept telling him to pay attention to safety.

He thinks he does not have the ability to disassemble the plane with bare hands, and the probability of encountering terrorists seems to be low, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I fly 10,000+ kilometers every year, and I haven't encountered a plane crash yet."

Song Ran's face turned pale with fright: "Don't set a flag for nothing!"

He Zhiyuan: "..."

"Uh..." Song Ran wiped his nose in embarrassment, and whispered, "I, if I point out the flag, it's equivalent to pulling out the flag. You...you should be careful when you speak, and don't set it up again."

He Zhiyuan laughed softly, his chest trembled slightly: "Has anyone ever praised you for being cute?"

Song Ran's face became hot, and he said shamelessly: "Yes, there are so many!"

This is Bubu's usual tone recently, and he took Songran away unconsciously.The more He Zhiyuan heard it, the more cute he felt, he gave him a kiss on the other end of the phone, and promised again and again that he would return home safely, before saying goodbye to him tenderly.

That night, Song Ran tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Lying on the bed, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, imagining that it was a vast and dark night over the Pacific Ocean.He stretched out two more fingers, one representing himself and the other representing Mr. He, and slowly approached each other.

Ten thousand kilometers, what a long distance, from birth to now, he has never been to such a distant place.

Song Ran silently prayed to his fingertips: Little plane, don’t shake it, don’t shake it, fly steadily bit by bit, fly over the ocean where the stars are reflected, and let the person I miss in my heart be safe. to my side.

The left and right fingertips gradually approached, touched each other, and made an intimate boo.

After sending Boob to the kindergarten in the morning, Songran found a barber shop.

His hair hasn't been cut for a month, and his hair itself is soft, and his bangs are covered again, which makes him look less energetic.The hairdresser came over with an ipad in his hands to recommend styles. The front page is colorful and cool, and throwing a bomb into the dye tank may not necessarily produce this effect.Songran subconsciously wanted to reject it, and halfway through, the little brother slid to the second page, from which he came up with a particularly eye-catching short hairstyle: simple, clean, and so beautiful that it refreshed the aesthetics.

Song Ran immediately changed his mind.

If you don't bleed today, the money will be in vain.

An hour later, he walked out of the barbershop refreshingly, with his forehead, ears and neck exposed, his skin was cool when the wind blew, and his short hair fluttered briskly in the wind, showing a vigorous and sunny vigor.

After returning home, he took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Lin Hui on WeChat.

The little girl replied with three lines of exclamation marks in seconds, and waved her phone to stimulate Zhan Yuwen.

Song Ran went out early in the afternoon.

Half an hour before the kindergarten dismissed, he locked his bicycle neatly on the fence at the gate, and leaned against a tree to wait for the rabbit. Mr. He had sent a text message earlier, saying that he had landed safely.He was very itchy, thinking where to wait or not, so he simply came over and squatted ahead of time.

An old lady walked slowly with a basket of water chestnuts, dried beans and Malan heads. Seeing him leaning against a tree with his pockets in his pocket, she cheerfully greeted him in dialect: "Is the younger generation here to pick up Xiao Ning?"

"Yes, pick up my son." Song Ran was full of spring breeze, "Are you coming to pick up your grandson too?"

"My baby is Nanniu, who is beautiful." Seeing that he spoke Mandarin, the old lady also changed it to Mandarin with a Shanghai accent.She picked up the vegetable basket, showed Songran the fruits and vegetables in it, and said, "Here, they are all the vegetables she likes to eat. I bought them and made them. My daughter has always picked them since she was a child. She is spoiled and spoiled. Dried tofu mixed with Malan tou, It needs to be fresh, and it needs to be specially frozen after being boiled, and she refuses to eat it mixed with leeks, such a slippery one."

Although the old lady complained, her eye sockets were deeply wrinkled when she smiled.She looked at Songran, and seeing that he looked like a student, she asked, "Young man doesn't look very old, how old is the child?"

Song Ran said: "Four years old, just started middle school."

The old lady nodded: "That's one year younger than my daughter, but boys grow up fast, and they can't stop them. You are so tall, the child will not be bad in the future... Yes Now, where is the child's mother, why did you come to pick it up?"

"Well, my home is usually my home, the child's 'mother'...'she' is busy."

I fly all over the world on business trips all day long, and I haven't returned home yet.

Seizing the opportunity, Songran changed Mr. He's personality, and was secretly happy in his heart.

As soon as the old lady heard that he was in charge, her eyes immediately became friendly: "You are a very good young man, you have a good relationship, you are caring, you don't put on airs, and you are willing to accommodate your wife. My daughter never met such a good man like you back then. My daughter and son-in-law Both of them were busy, so my daughter had to throw it to me, and the old man didn’t care about his business, he played cards and walked birds in Fuxing Park every day, and told him to come back at four o’clock, and it was like the wind in his ears, and no one knew where he was..."

When the old lady talked about getting up, she started to have a short chat with Songran's parents.Songran found it very interesting, and while chatting enthusiastically with her, listening to her go from her son-in-law to the old man, while paying attention to the vehicles on the road-the appointment was made at four o'clock, and there were less than 10 minutes left, every car passing by There may be his Mr. He sitting there.

The heart was beating fast and pounding loudly.

The base of the ears slowly warmed up, then the neck, and then the face.

Song Ran kept reviewing and preparing the opening remarks all night, rehearsing the best smile angle and the most appropriate handshake posture in his mind... When he first moved to Bishuiwan Residence, every time he swiped his card to enter the hall, he had to face it like this Glass was nervous for a while, as if facing an enemy, just for the slightest chance of meeting Mr. He.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated unexpectedly, and Song Ran's mind instantly became extremely clear.He quickly took out his mobile phone and saw "He Zhiyuan" marked in black and white on the screen, and hurriedly said to the old lady, "I'll take a call."

Old lady: "Hey, you pick it up, you pick it up."

As he spoke, he took two steps back to the side.

Songran held the phone, his fingers couldn't stop trembling, and he swipe three times before sliding the interface away: "Hey, Mr. He?"

"Songran, it's me."

After more than ten hours, the low voice with a smile finally rang in his ears again, probably because of the close distance, it warmed his ears: "Have you arrived at the kindergarten yet?"

"It's here." Songran stood on tiptoe, turned his head and looked around, "I'm at the gate of Gaolan Road, how about you, are you coming soon?"

"There are not many parking spaces over there, it's a bit crowded, how about we meet in another place?" He Zhiyuan suggested, "Go west, turn left at the first intersection, and stop when you see a tea house with curtains."

"it is good!"

Song Ran happily said goodbye to the old lady, raised her right hand high and waved, then turned around and began to trot, her footsteps were as brisk as stepping on clouds and wind, and lifted the fallen leaves all over the ground.

The place He Zhiyuan agreed with him was a long street, with a row of sycamores planted on the left and right sidewalks, and old-style old houses on both sides, with gray walls and mottled rust between the fences.

In April of Yangchun, clusters of green sycamore leaves are piled up on the branches, and the tall branches are interlaced into a net above the head.The sunlight is like broken glass sprinkled in the shade, shining brightly, spreading along the street, adding some light to the quiet long street.

At the next street not far away, there is a simple tea house.

There is a creeper on the half wall, a curtain of wisteria flowers, and a blue-gray cloth curtain hanging under the walnut signboard, with an elegant "tea" character written on it.

"I saw the tea house, are you in it? The first floor or the second floor?"

Song Ran ran in a hurry, and stopped panting when he found the target, and tried his best to poke his neck—the light in the tea house was dim, and the interior scene could not be seen clearly through the window glass.

"Sorry, I'm still on my way and I won't be there in a while." He Zhiyuan said unhurriedly, "There is a bus stop near the tea house, see it?"

bus stop?

Song Ran looked around and found an unremarkable little station.

It's really inconspicuous: a wooden shed, glass walls, and a one-meter-wide low stool can only sit two people side by side.There is a green and white vehicle information board inserted on the notice board, and the rest are empty, indicating that there is only one vehicle passing here.It is small in itself, but blocked by the lush creepers and wisterias, it almost disappears for the most part.

Song Ran didn't know, so he asked confusedly: "There is a small station, what's wrong?"

For three or four seconds, He Zhiyuan was silent, he was judging something extremely cautiously.The decision he was about to make was crucial to him, and until the moment before he spoke, he was still weighing the pros and cons repeatedly.In the end, he did not soften his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Songran, stand where you are and don't move, look at the station, and count up from the beginning."

Song Ran froze suddenly.

The joyful emotions disappeared in an instant, he stared blankly at the small station, his fingers clenched tightly, his face was pale, he just felt that a bucket of ice water was poured on his head, and it went straight to the bone marrow from the top of the sky. .

"No, no, don't do this..." He shook his head slowly, his lips trembling, "Mr. He, I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Word by word, thinly pinched out from the throat, trembling as if about to break.

He Zhiyuan held back his intense heartache and asked him: "Don't you want to see me?"

Song Ran shook her head again, and took a step back: "I want to see you, I really want to see you, but..."

But can you not force me?Don't hold my head, use my feelings for you as a hostage, and force me to face those unpleasant things.

Mr. He, look at this small station, it is remote and deserted, and has long been forgotten.

No car will come.

There will never be a car coming.