Pastel Colors

Day0206:42

Thanks to He Zhiyuan's late-night phone call, Songran didn't sleep well all night. When she woke up the next morning, there were two huge dark circles on her face. She wiped them in the mirror for a long time without erasing them, like eye shadow applied .

Specifically, it was mainly because He's father's voice was too contagious, and Song Ran was stuck in the mood of "marriage proposal" and couldn't get out of it. He finished the science fiction movie in the first half of the night, and then acted in a romance movie in the second half of the night.

In the dream, the Infiniti male god wore a neat black suit and wandered from a sea of ​​flowers holding a bouquet of fiery red roses. He knelt down on one knee and took out a ring to propose to him.He agreed with an idiot face, nosebleeds gushed out and merged into a red river.Then, the suit was taken off, the vest was taken off, the shirt was taken off, and the underwear was taken off... The two stripped their clothes and saw that you were naked. .

When I woke up in the morning and touched my underpants, my whole body collapsed.

What the fuck?

It's only been a few days since I haven't masturbated, and the moral reserves have fallen like this? !What about modesty and face?

He turned his head to look at Bubu who was still sleeping soundly, and a thought flashed in his mind: if you get close to vermilion, you will be red, if you are close to ink, you will be black.If Xiao Bubu doesn't change to a more reliable father, he will inherit his father's career when he grows up, and he will also have a flirtatious aura. Wherever he goes, peach blossoms will bloom in all directions, and a pure and harmless good seedling will be destroyed. up!

The innocent and harmless Miaozi opened her eyes, her pupils were shining.

"Good morning brother!"

Boob says hello.

Song Ran was so frightened that she immediately responded: "Boo... Boo Boo, good morning!"

"Brother, are you having a nightmare?" Hao Miaozi leaned forward and looked at him with concern, "I just woke up for a while and saw my brother was breathing heavily!"

"no!"

Song Ran firmly denied it, covered her crotch tightly with one hand, and buried her face in the crack of the pillow in shame.

At 07:30, Bubu washes up in the bathroom, and Songran cooks a pot of steaming fresh meat wontons in the kitchen, adds a little egg flower and seaweed, and sprinkles a few green shallots on it.

Bubu swallowed the jujube, slurped his breakfast, and went to the kindergarten on Songran's old bicycle.

Songran's bicycle is a second-hand bicycle bought from a car repair shop for 200 yuan. The original owner has a child at home, so he brought a leather cushion for the back seat.Bobu sat on top with a small schoolbag on his back, hugging Songran's waist, full of curiosity about this old-fashioned, slow pick-up method.

The wheel is a bit rusty, and it makes a slight and rhythmic sound when it rolls, and occasionally one or two small stones hit it, and when it bumps twice unexpectedly, Boo Boo yells "Yeah" and hugs Song Ran even tighter up.

In the morning, the air is refreshing, the cool breeze is pleasant, and a large area of ​​emerald green sycamore trees rustle above the head.Before dawn, there was a light rain in S City, the leaves were wet, and when they swayed, they sprinkled a few drops of water, which wet the clothes of the two of them.

The city has not really become lively yet, there are few pedestrians on the street, a feral cat looking for food is squatting on the wall of an old house by the roadside, and sanitation workers in blue uniforms are pushing a small cart to sweep the street.

"Uncle, hello!"

Boob happily waved to him.

When the wild cat heard the human voice, it looked back vigilantly, and jumped off the eaves of the wall, while the sanitation worker turned around holding the broom, and waved to Bubu with a smile.

The bike passed a long graffiti wall spray-painted with colorful geometric figures, English letters and Arabic numerals.In the past, Boo Boo would pass by in the blink of an eye in his father's car, but today, sitting on his bicycle, he could clearly see every detail of the graffiti for the first time.

He pointed to the wall and exclaimed in surprise: "Brother, look quickly, there are so many paintings on the wall!"

There was a street corner ahead, Song Ran slowed down and told him: "Hold on tight, don't let go."

The car jolted slightly, and with an ouch, Bubu withdrew his little hand and grabbed Songran's T-shirt tightly again.

Bubushang’s Kindergarten is located on Sinan Road, consisting of several exquisite garden houses, about 15 minutes by bicycle from Bishuiwanju.When they arrived, the loving grandma, the principal, was welcoming the children at the door.

Songran stopped the car, hugged Bubu down, and led him to the director hand in hand.

The principal's grandmother looked at Bubu kindly, leaned over and asked him: "He Yueyang, who sent you here today?"

"It's my brother!" Bubu replied, "My father is not at home, my brother sent me here."

Song Ran explained: "I live across from He Yueyang's house, and I usually have a relationship... er, very close. Mr. He is on a business trip for the past two days, and he can only come back in half a month. He asked me to help pick up Boo Boo."

"That's it, the kid goes in first, and brother stays here for a while." The principal smiled, "I'll save you a little time, register your identity information."

Song Ran: "Okay, okay."

Bubu said goodbye to him, and ran into the kindergarten happily, plunged into the group of girls, and chatted with a few little girls carved in pink and jade.

It seems that she has a talent for flirting with girls since she was a child.

That's unfortunate, Sui Dad.

Song Ran evaluated secretly in his heart.

He showed his ID card, filled in his mobile phone number, made a familiar face with the director's grandmother with a bright smile, stepped on the pedals of the cart, and went to the nearest vegetable market.

Raising children is not easy, and raising other people's children is even more difficult.

When I answered the phone last night, Songran was generally sleepwalking. I didn't think too much about it. I just thought that Boo Boo was cute and obedient. I was worried about 1 and was not willing to give it to others. I insisted on raising it myself.Today, he really entered the rhythm of the little dad, and he realized that he is not suitable for raising children.

Because of poverty.

In City S, white-collar workers with a monthly income of [-] dare to call themselves poor, but the poor are the real ones, the ones who are innocent, and the poor who don't contain a little water.He only has one bank card, and the balance fluctuates in the four-digit range all year round. Occasionally, it goes up to five digits. It means that the manuscript fee that is several months in arrears arrives in the account, and the rent will be ruthlessly swiped back to four digits the next day.

When he first took over Budoudou, he saw a pile of Lingcai Luhua canned cats in 8012A, and checked the price online. Since then, he has recognized the noble status of his master and has become a loyal and good cat slave.

Songran himself is used to living a poor life. Apples only buy the cheapest Gala fruit, and strawberries only buy a catty or two of Qingpu greenhouse products during the peak season to satisfy their cravings. Cherries have not been touched for more than two years, and eggs with white shells are definitely Don't buy brown shells... During the crazy deadline, instant noodles and sausage can make do for a month, and the money saved is all spent on drawing paper and paint.

Now that there are more little boobs in the house, Songran changed his grocery shopping style from the poor and lower-middle peasants in the past, and handed out red tickets one by one.

For eggs, you need to pick native eggs, for beef, you need to pick tenderloin pieces, only buy live prawns, only buy chicken wings, and pick and choose four carrots for 5 minutes.The grandmother who set up the stall looked at him with disgust and asked him if his wife was pregnant.Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, and said that he didn't have a wife yet, but he did have a child. Grandma immediately "tsk tsk" twice, rolled her eyes, and disliked him even more.

Songran answered one sentence wrong, couldn't argue with it, and paid the carrot money in embarrassment.

"How can it be, Xiao Ning's mother has run away? Xiao Ning was born at a young age, and my parents, Ah Fa, know how to take care of you!"

(Why, the mother of the child has run away? Having a child at such a young age, the parents don’t know how to take care of you)

Grandma was muttering, and found a dime from the change jar very unwillingly, stared at Song Ran and asked, "You still need to cut for change?"

That look in his eyes was murderous.

How dare Song Ran ask for change, and kept saying: "No more, no more!"

As he spoke, he picked up the plastic bag and flashed quickly.

Song Ran, a little virgin, walked into the vegetable market innocently, and when he left, he became an unmarried child, with a huge word "injustice" on his forehead.

He rode back to Bishuiwanju, with a basket full of big bags of vegetables, fruits, fresh meat, and milk. The steering was a test of his strength, and he almost failed to brake when he passed the umbrella shed parking space under the fifth building.

There were more than a dozen cars parked in the parking space, and Song Ran searched for them one by one as usual.

There is no silver gray Infiniti.

From moving in to today, he has seen all kinds of luxury cars in Bishuiwanju, except for the not-so-luxury Infiniti, except for the first time he saw it, he never had the chance to see it again.

Not once.

The little flame in Songran's heart burned weaker and weaker, and it was about to run out of fuel.

A few days ago, he came up with a strange idea, thinking that the Infiniti god might not live here at all.That day, his male god just brought the child to drop by, and he happened to meet him.He didn't figure out anything, so he snatched the key and moved in in a daze, but it was all in vain.

In order to test this idea, Song Ran once went downstairs to look for a car at four o'clock in the morning, but found nothing for two consecutive days.

He suffered from insomnia immediately.

City S has a population of more than 2000 million. In the face of such a huge population base, all efforts and fate are so insignificant that they are not worth mentioning.If the Infiniti god really doesn't live here, then... Song Ran will never see him for the second time in this life.

How did that happen?

Song Ran squeezed the handlebar of the bicycle, staring at the basket of food melancholy, thinking, I changed from a bachelor to a baby dad overnight, but skipped the most anticipated romantic part in the middle, would it be too miserable? a little bit?Everyone has spring, summer, autumn and winter. He has always delivered manuscripts on time, paid taxes on time, and never owed anything to God. How could he not have a turn for spring?

By the time the refrigerator was cleaned up, the clock had pointed to ten o'clock.

The sun is warm and the living room is bright, just right for painting.

Song Ran arranged the paper, pen, and paint tray, and the soft and easy-to-push big hairy balls came to disturb him, rubbing against his calf and circling around, meowing and begging for food.Song Ran opened a can of tuna and scooped it into the cat bowl with a spoon.Bu Doudou was extravagant and wasteful, bowed his head and licked a few mouthfuls before wandering into the sun to wash his face, Song Ran had no choice but to wrap the remaining cans in plastic wrap and put them back in the refrigerator.

He sat down at the workbench again, opened the top drawer, and took out a wooden photo frame.

In the photo frame is a 1/2 sketch portrait of a profile face. In the picture, the Infiniti male god is looking forward, with a smile on his lips, with a little bit of lazy and seductive sex appeal.

Song Ran looked at him, her heart rate was out of control again.

This scene was engraved too deeply in his memory, like the hottest iron, pressing hard on the tenderest heart——At that time, the car body just turned a small angle, and the blurred sunlight poured down through the windshield, Outline the man's deep and handsome facial features, like a shed light hitting a model's face.

In just a moment, the axis in Songran's brain was rusted, his thinking was stagnant, and he couldn't rotate normally.

When he rushed home to paint, his hand holding the pen was shaking.

The picture of love at first sight is always so vivid, but too many details are blurred because of emotional excitement.

When Song Ran closed his eyes, every strand of hair on the back of the male god's neck could be seen, but as soon as the pen was written, everything seemed to be covered with a large-scale mosaic.He panicked in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop to think about it, for fear that if he paused for a second longer, his memory would fade a bit more, and that shocking encounter would gradually be distorted until he could no longer recall it.

Outlines, details, and shadows.

After drawing a portrait in a hurry, Song Ran looked left and right, dissatisfied in every way, feeling that his wiring was messed up, the light and shadow were horrible, the connection was unsightly, and he couldn't show one percent of the handsomeness of the male god.

With an impulse in my heart, I almost rubbed it up and threw it away.

After calming down after the impulse, Songran made an objective evaluation and felt that his skills were still remarkable.The reason why he is not pleasing to the eye is entirely because he is in a state of idiot and his requirements are extremely high.Not to mention sketching, even a one-to-one holographic projection will not be satisfactory—unless the male god stands in front of him in person.

So Songran kept this sketch, put it in a photo frame, and took it out as a thought, and took it out to look at it for 5 minutes before starting work every day, pretending that he was in love with his favorite male god.

"Ahem, it's past ten o'clock, and I'm going to start working here."

Through the glass of the photo frame, Song Ran touched the male god's cheek, and put on a magnanimous posture: "You must be busier than me at work today, so I won't disturb you for now, and I will contact you in the afternoon...afternoon. "

He opened the drawer and put the sketch back neatly.

After closing the drawer, Song Ran suddenly felt extremely ashamed of his behavior, covered his face and thought: This month, he must have caused the male god to sneeze a lot, right?

Oh, I'm sorry!

It's rare for a dead tree to come back to spring once, so please forgive me.

Song Ran clasped his hands together and bowed his head to apologize to the beloved male god.

At the same time, in the technical department of SwordArc on the other side of the ocean, the code farmers who were working overtime heard their CTO sneezed three times in a row, one louder than the other.

"Bless you, He."

"Bless you, He."

"Bless you, He."

……

For a moment, the sound of sending warm blessings filled the room.

He Zhiyuan reached out for a tissue, stared at the cold coffee in front of him, and felt that it was time for him to make a cup of hot ginger tea.