Pastel Colors

Day0216:33

In the evening, Songran picked up Bubu from school on his old bicycle.

Bubu didn't wait for the parents to come yesterday, so he smeared the soles of his feet with oil, and slipped away from the teacher's eyes like a little monkey.Today he was picked up by his elder brother, he stood at the front door openly, saw Song and quickly pasted a small red flower on his cheek.Song Ran asked what was going on, and Boob said proudly that he told the story of Chipmunk and Gray Squirrel to other children, and it was well received, and every little girl in the class gave him a sticker.

Song Ran was amazed by his excellent memory and expressive power, and after thinking about it, Papa He can even make out of perverted things like Xiao Q, he is definitely not of my race.As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dogs, and Bubu has inherited his genes, so he must be smarter than other children.

Bubu tasted the sweetness, and after dinner, he pestered Songran to tell stories, hoping to earn tomorrow's little red flower.

This time, Songran picked out "Giraffes Can't Dance" for him, and one big and one small nestled comfortably on the sofa, talking vividly and eloquently.

This story is very simple. It is about a little giraffe who likes to dance, but because the structure of its four long legs is different from that of other animals, it always falls and makes a lot of fools.Later, it found the natural joy that suits it, and finally became a dancing giraffe.

After listening to the story, Boo Boo jumped to the center of the living room, stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, imitated a tall giraffe, and learned the tap-tap dance steps.Having been robbed of his territory, Bu Doudou stood up disgustedly and arrogantly, jumped onto the arm of the sofa, and stretched softly.

"Meow!"

It protested to Songran.

Song Ran hurriedly closed the picture book, scratched its fluffy cheeks, and said flatteringly: "You both have the surname Bu and are both ancestors, and I am a slave with two faces. How about you understand me and try Trying to get along?"

Bu Doudou expressed his opinion with his canine teeth and bit him.

"It's too much!" Song Ran blew on his fingers and said angrily, "Today's canned supper has been cancelled."

"Meow!"

Bu Doudou blows his beard and stares.

Song Ran was instantly discouraged: "Okay, there are cans, there are cans."

How else can you say that you will suffer retribution if you step on two boats?Songran holds two jobs, being a cat slave for a while, and a child slave for a while, and her status in the family is as low as dust.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Bubu sat at the dining table, with a small canvas around his neck and small sleeves on his arms, and carefully painted with colored pencils on white paper.

Songran drew a group of simple animals for him, including chipmunks and gray squirrels, giraffes and crickets, as well as leaves, mushrooms and big tree stumps, which kept him busy, while Songran held a kitchen knife in his hand, Chopping the wonton stuffing in the kitchen at full blast.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Chop out the drumbeat, chop out the rhythm.

When Songran was chopping the meat at first, Bubu had been standing beside his back with his little hands behind his back, looking around with his head poking around.This child lacks love very much, and finally met a person who patiently accompanied him, as if he had found a treasure, he would not leave Songran for a minute.

It is not a problem that children are too clingy, but the problem is that chopping meat with a kitchen knife is too cruel, and the 360-degree dead angle is not suitable for young children to watch.

Songran took his heart into consideration, and spent 5 minutes drawing a simple animal, and then provided 48 color pencils, successfully attracting Bubu's attention, allowing him to entertain himself within the sight range, and to live in peace with each other.

What a good child, four years old, but his sense of security is so poor.To be honest, Father He's talent in raising children can still be laughed at for a year-he can't even raise a dog like this.

Song Ran held a stainless steel kitchen knife, thinking of the provocative full-level player with an attractive voice, deep thought, and love of digging holes on the ground, his teeth itched with hatred, his anger turned from green to red, red to purple, and once again exploded in an instant, the blades were pushed together The minced meat is like a burst of angry chopping with a knife.

Bubu was frightened by the murderous intent, stretched out his little hand, and patted his fragile heart.

click.

The minute hand of the clock skipped one frame and pointed straight up: nine o'clock.

"Pika-Pikachu! Pika-Pika-Pikachu! Pika-Pika-Pikachu!"

In the living room, Pikachu's phone rang suddenly, and the magic sound pierced his ears, almost causing him to chop off a finger.Bubu pushed away the pen and paper, jumped off the chair, and ran over to answer the phone: "Pu Ba!"

To show politeness, Song Ran put away his anger and changed to chopping meat slowly, the efficiency was greatly reduced by 90.00%.Halfway through the chopping, Bubu quickly ran over from the living room and shouted joyfully, "My brother is at home, do you want to talk to him?"

Again? !

Thanks to Mr. He, but I don't want to talk to you!

Song Ran slapped the kitchen knife with her backhand, strode out of the kitchen, stretched out her right index finger to her lips, and whispered to Bu Bu, "Shh."

Boob braked in time and stared at him curiously.

Songran stretched out his left index finger again, pointing both index fingers at the bathroom at the same time, poked it hard a few times, and then interlaced his two fingers, making a gesture of rejection.

Bubu understood it, and conveyed it to the other side accurately: "Brother said, he's teasing and doesn't want to talk to you!"

……

Song Ran petrified.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: instead of admitting that he didn't close the door when he went to the toilet, it would be better to admit that he was not ashamed to be a blatant lie.

"Forget it." He held his forehead weakly and stretched out his hand, "Give me the phone."

But Bubu said: "Okay, goodbye!"

Could it be that he escaped unharmed so easily?

Seeing the child press the hook button, Song Ran was elated and let out a long breath of relief.

"Brother, Baba said he can't bother you with sex, you'll be constipated." Bubu smiled and squinted his eyes, and offered him his cell phone, "He asked you to call him after you finished sex."

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

In the kitchen, kitchen knives flew and minced meat splattered on the cutting board.

In a fit of rage, Song Ran chopped up the amount of meat that would have taken 1 minutes in one minute. Then he washed chopped green onion, cut tofu, poured cooking wine, added soy sauce, and sprinkled cornstarch in one go. He stirred rapidly with chopsticks in his hand, and finally solved a physiological problem before human beings. After processing the meat stuffing within the normal time required, I dug out a stack of wonton wrappers from the refrigerator.

After preparing all the materials, he grabbed the phone and held it tightly in his hand.

What are you afraid of?

People with images need to take their images into consideration. He no longer has an image in front of Papa He. As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and a shameless person is invincible.In the next ten days and a half months, they will not meet each other for cooperation, and they will not cooperate when they meet.

Come on, just come and flirt.

Song Ran gave himself a set of buffs to strengthen his resistance to flirtatiousness, pressed the big red heart symbolizing his parents in the center of the Jiugong grid, put the phone on his shoulder, tilted his head to clamp it, and began to make small wontons with considerable backbone.

The experience bar rose a lot yesterday, and today 100% will not break the defense.

Calm.

The bell rang several times, the phone was connected, and He Zhiyuan's voice came over: "Songran?"

Lazier than yesterday, even gentler.

Oops, my ears are a little itchy.

Songran's ears were slightly red, his shoulders shrank, and he tried his best not to show timidity: "Yes, it's me."

"You... are pretty fast."

He Zhiyuan smiled meaningfully.

Song Ran's face turned pale, and he plunged his chopsticks into the minced meat: "I'm not constipated!"

Will you still talk well? !

He Zhiyuan smiled again: "Okay, at least it means that you are in good health... What are you doing?"

"I'm making small wontons." Song Ran replied, "I cooked a pot for Bu Bu this morning, he likes it very much."

He spoke every word very short, without sticky sounds between words, as if he had turned on the Google girl mode, and it sounded like he was not very willing to get warm with He Zhiyuan.

He Zhiyuan was a little helpless - he didn't do anything, what happened last night is really so worth remembering?

"Isn't it troublesome to make your own wontons?" He asked, "I remember there are ready-made wontons for sale in supermarkets."

"Mr. He, please, it's a big wonton. Bobu has a small mouth, so he can't even stuff it in. He likes small wontons." Songran picked up a chopstick and tapped the meat on the side of the basin, skillfully knocking half of it down. Tuan, "Besides, how can the wontons sold in supermarkets be as delicious as my handmade ones? My wontons are full of love. I use high-quality pork, high-quality chopped green onion, high-quality tofu, and high-quality craftsmanship. I absolutely do not add any umami taste. The potion is healthy, delicious and filling, very suitable for children's taste."

He Zhiyuan was amused by him: "I haven't had breakfast yet, you played the advertisement so loudly, I'm already hungry."

Song Ran raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of wonton wrapper, and repeated emphatically: "It's very suitable for the taste of 'children'."

Children, not you.

Hearing this, there was a noticeable pause over there, and the trail of smiles disappeared.

"Uh……"

Song Ran stopped wrapping wontons, feeling a little guilty—was his tone too aggressive?

Sure enough, after a long while, he waited for He Zhiyuan's slightly embarrassed response: "That's right, then you can feed it to Bubu, and I, a grown-up, won't meddle in it."

Song Ran hurriedly said: "Mr. He, I...I didn't mean that."

The other party was a technical elite with a polite attitude and know how to flatter him, so he deliberately looked for an opportunity to praise him.He was fine, he just focused on venting his temper, and gave someone a brick shot on the forehead and slapped it back.

People can be poor, but they can't be poor and rude, they must be poor in temperament and demeanor.

Song Ran stared at the exquisite and snow-white wonton in his hand, and thought of a remedy: "Actually... Actually, I mean, today's wonton stuffing is the 'children's taste' that Boo Boo likes, not the 'adult taste'. Mr. He , if you want to eat it, I will specially pack 'adult-taste' wontons for you in the future."

perfect!

He not only showed his hospitality, but also showed his thoughtfulness, and it is absolutely impossible to treat someone like a small wonton, which can only be used as a meal for breakfast—who would treat someone to breakfast?

Song Ran was deeply impressed by his wit and was in a great mood. He weighed the small wontons in his hand and put them into the plate that had been spread with flour in advance.

He Zhiyuan on the other end smiled faintly: "Okay, I will try your handicraft if I have the chance."

Song Ran's fried hair looks like a prickly pear tree, and after smoothing the hair, it becomes a pot of succulent, with a good attitude, with small wontons wrapped in his hands, chatting with He Zhiyuan casually.After a while, there were two rounds of wontons on the plate.

"...More than that, what are vegetables? My stewed meat is even better!" He beamed with joy, boasting of his cooking skills, "My braised pork is fat but not greasy, the oil is trembling and shiny, and there are also steamed shrimps and clams with garlic. Stewed eggs, sand tea beef tenderloin, white-cut chicken... as long as you can name it, I can basically cook...recipes? It's so boring to read recipes, I usually figure it out by myself!"

"Sauce for white-cut chicken? Is it difficult? To tell you the truth, I can make sauce... Cake? Let's forget about cake. Boo Boo eats too much tooth decay, and I'm not very good at making ovens. I'm always afraid of being damaged by others... I'm not bragging, to be honest, among the [-] cooking skills, only the skill tree of Western food is left and I haven't ordered it yet..."

Songran picked up a chopstick of minced meat, happily wrapped it in the dough.

"Hey, by the way, Dad He, what does Bubu usually like to eat?... You don't know? This is not okay, how can a father not know what the baby likes to eat. How about this, let me make a copy for you Write down everything that needs to be written down in Boubo's small file, and when you find a new nanny, just show her the small file..."

He Zhiyuan listened with great interest: "Are you very experienced in raising children?"

Song Ran gave a resounding "Yeah": "Of course, I have a lot of younger brothers and sisters in my family, and each child has his own little file. Taking care of children is my old profession. Huang Guihua, who is more passive than your family, It’s much more reliable. If I apply for a babysitter, I’m guaranteed to earn several thousand more every month..."

When he mentioned the topic of income, He Zhiyuan remembered today's business: "Songran, let's discuss the salary for this half month."

Song Ran was surprised: "Salary?"

Help with a child and pay a salary?

He Zhiyuan quoted generously: "I'll open it to you according to the market price, [-] for half a month, do you think it's okay?"

Boom!

Song Ran was stunned, and the chopsticks in her hand fell off—Baqian?Babysitting or robbing a bank? !

He Zhiyuan said again: "[-] is the labor cost, not including the cost of consumable materials. You keep the vegetable money and milk money in separate accounts, and I will pay you separately later."

"No...it's not enough, right?" Song Ran's face was like a dream, "I'll just wrap a wonton, worth 8000 labor?"

They were all wrapped so poorly that they looked like they had rolled over ten laps on the ground, which was not decent at all.

He Zhiyuan asked back: "How much do you charge?"

Songran was so bad at math, he gesticulated twice on the counter with his fingers, and hesitantly announced a number: "Eight hundred?"

"Don't talk about it." He Zhiyuan directly dismissed, "It's below the minimum wage standard."

Song Ran protested: "I can only count as a part-time job!"

"It's also below the minimum hourly wage."

He Zhiyuan was tight-lipped, Song Ran was speechless.

The two started arguing with their mobile phones. The local tyrants had money but couldn't give it away, and the poor had no money and didn't dare to take it indiscriminately. They couldn't stand for a long time, and finally pulled out a new offer: [-].

Song Ran struggled feebly: "Mr. He, can you be reasonable..."

"Thirteen thousand."

Song Ran's serious face: "I'm so angry!"

"Fourteen thousand."

Song Ran: "I..."

"one……"

"Ten four thousand fourteen thousand fourteen thousand!"

Song Ran interrupted him, raised the small white flag high, and waved it back and forth with tears streaming down his face.

Considering that the price He Zhiyuan offered was too high, Songran felt that he should provide some VIP services other than his main business, such as sending a burst of caring spring breeze to his employer who was far away in a foreign country.

First of all, do the first item-asking for warmth.

Songran smiled all over her face, showing her eight big white teeth: "Father He, are you up yet? What time is it over there?"

He Zhiyuan yawned comfortably: "It's past six o'clock, and I haven't woken up yet."

He looked out the window, the sky was gloomy before dawn, but Song Ran's voice was very refreshing, like a ray of light that came into the world ahead of time, making him feel clear.

"……Oh."

Song Ran nodded, thinking about it.

If he hasn't woken up yet, Dad He should be talking on the phone with him in his underwear, right now?Bubu is so cute, and Dad He must not be bad looking. A man in his 30s is showing maturity and vitality. The two temperaments are mixed together. It is the most attractive time. If the figure is better , that... that is simply...

Nonsence!

Song Ran spurned herself—you are already a family man, and you still dare to flirt with your father, are you worthy of the Infiniti male god?

He dragged his out-of-control thoughts back from his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines, and awkwardly found a topic, trying to cover up his dirty heart: "Well... Dad He, I can hear your nasal voice, do you have a cold? "

"I can't catch a cold." He Zhiyuan said, "I forgot to close the hood while driving last night. I drove 80 miles all the way back. The wind was blowing on my face. I got a bit of a headache in the morning."

Song Ran hurriedly said: "This is the early symptoms of a cold. If you don't pay attention, it will easily become serious. Do you have ginger and brown sugar?"

"Ginger and brown sugar?"

"Yes, you can make a cup of ginger tea." Songran spoke quickly, "First boil a pot of boiling water, cut four or five slices of old ginger and throw it in, then turn the heat to low and simmer for 10 minutes, then add a spoonful of brown sugar, if there is no brown sugar Brown sugar is also available. Remember to use old ginger, don’t use ginger, the effect of ginger is not very good..."

He Zhiyuan smiled and asked: "Is white sugar okay? I only have white sugar for coffee."

"Yes, yes." Song Ran nodded repeatedly, "The key is to have ginger!"

"No."

Song Ran froze for a moment: "Uh..."

Ginger... No ginger either?So how to cook ginger soup?

He didn't realize that He Zhiyuan was deliberately teasing him, so he frowned and thought about the solution seriously. Later, it was really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, so he was defeated, and said dejectedly: "Then...then you should sleep a little longer , sleep can enhance immunity, it is quite effective, I will not disturb your rest for now..."

For some reason, He Zhiyuan panicked, afraid that he would really hang up the phone in the next second, so he immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I often forget to close the awning, and I'm used to blowing it, and I'll be able to take a hot shower later to relieve myself."

He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the nightgown that was set aside and put it on, and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

"Songran, tell me what Bubu has done these two days, I haven't been with him for a long time."

In the kitchen, the espresso machine is ticking clearly again, and the microwave's digital clock is blinking regularly, showing the current time: 06:32.He Zhiyuan was leaning against the Liulitai just like yesterday, listening to the young man who was warmer than Chaoyang tell him about Bubu's situation.

Boo Boo told the story of the chipmunk to the kindergarten children and got a bunch of little red flower stickers.

Boo Boo was very interested in the graffiti on the roadside and correctly identified the rectangle and triangle.

Bubu has a good appetite. He had a bowl of beef don for dinner. He was not picky about his food and ate all the carrots and broccoli.

When Bubu listened to the story, he was very attentive and seldom distracted. He would raise his little hand first when asking questions, and he would dance like a giraffe vividly.

……

He Zhiyuan was in a good mood.

When he was not around, Bubu still had a good life. Even if he was taken care of by strangers, he was as generous and well-behaved as he was in front of him, and never caused trouble to others.It is easy for anyone to raise, and everyone likes it when they look at it.

It is a blessing to have such a sensible child.

But just when he thought so, Song Ran hesitated a bit and said, "Father He, besides these, I have a few other things to say. Don't be unhappy when you hear it."

He Zhiyuan turned the small silver spoon, and said in the usual tone: "No, you can tell."

Song Ran secretly glanced at Bubu from the corner of her eye, saw that he was concentrating on painting and didn't notice herself, so she said in a low voice: "Papa He, Bubu... is actually not as obedient as you imagined. In the past two days he Beside me, he has always been very clingy and coquettish, like a kitten that has not been weaned, and occasionally loses his temper. He is really naughty, and I can't stand it."

"Really?" He Zhiyuan frowned, and stopped stirring the coffee, "He wasn't like this before, probably because you have a too good temper and don't know how to refuse. You give him your phone, and I'll tell him something... "

"No, no, that's not what it means, don't get me wrong!" Song Ran hastily corrected, "I mean, it's right for a child of his age to toss all day long, it's their nature to toss, and everything like Boob Be good, but it's a little... not normal."

He Zhiyuan didn't understand: "Isn't it normal? Be sensible earlier, what's not normal?"

"Um……"

Song Ran choked, then shook her head.

This dull and incomprehensible father doesn't understand the child's exquisite heart at all, what should he do?It seems that it's time for Brother Songran to come out and have a serious talk with him.

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to you in the room."

Song Ran quickly washed his hands, wrapped the small wontons in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator, trotted all the way into the bedroom, closed the door with his backhand, jumped onto the bed, kicked off the slippers with his feet.

He sat cross-legged, and habitually grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into his arms: "Mr. He, let me tell you, the happier the baby, the later he becomes sensible. Boo Boo is only four years old, and his family background is so poor." Yuyou, there is no need to rush to grow up. He should be happy and noisy all day long, laugh and cry when he wants to, and when he gets old, he will naturally become sensible."

"I don't deny your point of view." He Zhiyuan said calmly, "But Bubu's precocity is due to nature, not because of what you said—unhappiness."

Songran felt that the misunderstanding between the father and son was a bit tricky, so he became anxious: "Papa He, if it was natural, Bubu would not behave differently in front of me. Let me give you an example, you know God Where is the most obedient child? In the orphanage. The children in the orphanage can't act like a baby or make trouble, because no one will let them go if they laugh, cry, wrestle or get sick. In their hearts, they gradually stopped being coquettish, and seemed to be more obedient than ordinary children, but in their hearts, they actually wanted to be coquettish more than anyone else."

The silver spoon fell into the porcelain cup, splashing a few drops of dark brown coffee.

orphanage.

Learned helplessness.

Song Ran eloquently uttered a long paragraph, comparing his Boob with the children in the orphanage. Even if it was out of good intentions, the accusation in the subtext that he neglected the children... also seriously crossed the line.

During the conversation with Songran, He Zhiyuan showed a slightly sullen expression for the first time.

But Songran didn't realize it, and was still wishful thinking: "Last night, you asked Bubu to go home to sleep alone. He was very good and promised you in person, but you didn't know that he cried as soon as he walked to the door. I coaxed you back. Mr. He, you see, Bubu doesn’t really want to go home, he wants to stay with me, but in order to make a good impression on you, he can only say things against his will. "

"Songran, please don't..."

"Mr. He, do you have a very beautiful robot at home?" Song Ran said, "I heard from Bubu that Xiao Q is your best work, it can prevent theft and monitor, it is very powerful, but no matter how powerful it is , and I can’t replace you. You are the father of the child. What Bubu needs most is not a nanny, nor a little Q, but you. It is not allowed to use a little Q to top up. Let me say this, you...can understand ?"

He Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly picked up the silver spoon and threw it into the sink.

He picked up the coffee and walked towards the living room, turned on the hands-free mode of the phone, pressed the screen face down on the surface of the coffee table, pushed his finger forward, and the phone slid to the other side of the coffee table, barely stopping on the edge.

He sat on the sofa, opened his laptop and started working.

"He... Mr. He? Are you still listening?"

Because the distance became farther, Song Ran's voice was a little fuzzy.

He Zhiyuan: "I'm listening."

Song Ran asked again: "Then do you understand?"

"probably."

"How can I do it? If you want to be a qualified father, you must understand it very clearly, for example..." Song Ran paused, feeling that He Zhiyuan's voice seemed to have softened.He thought it was a problem with the children's mobile phone, he pressed the volume plus sign twice, and said happily: "You want to study infant psychology, play parent-child games with Bobu, tell him fairy tales, and kiss him every day." Kiss him, hug him. Children are different from adults, they are sensitive inside, if they don't spend more time with them, they will get hurt easily..."

He Zhiyuan interrupted him: "Songran, I don't have that much time."

This time, the impatience in his tone was too obvious, which hurt Songran all of a sudden.The gorgeous smile froze on the corners of her lips, Song Ran froze, and asked uncertainly: "You just... said, what did you say?"

"I said, I don't have time to learn how to be a good father, I have more important things to do."

"What's more important?" Song Ran sat up straight, almost unable to believe what stupid words he heard, "Bubbu is your son, your family, isn't it... is it not your most important thing to take care of him?" matter?!"

"No."

He Zhiyuan admitted it bluntly, but he was extraordinarily ruthless because he had no intention of covering it up.

He typed on the keyboard, replied to the email line by line, his eyes never left the screen, and his tone seemed indifferent: "I guess you don't like to hear such an answer, but this is my true thought-Boob is my son, but not The most important thing in my life. However, reproduction is a common behavior and a biological instinct. The combination of any two opposite sexes can create the next generation. I don’t think such an ordinary behavior has any special value. If You think so, I have no objection, I am willing to respect your opinion, but I also hope you can understand me."

Song Ran was stunned: "Mr. He, what are you talking about?"

"There is also family." He Zhiyuan continued without changing his expression, "There are hundreds of types of people's life styles, and family is just one of them. It is broad, but not unique. I think it is broad, not because of itself It is not about how valuable it is, but because it is suitable as a cornerstone to assist a person in pursuing other higher goals."

"No, no, Mr. He, there is something wrong with your thinking!"

Songran's chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

He instinctively resisted He Zhiyuan's point of view, stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, trying to explain his point of view: "Family itself is of course valuable, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who want to start a family! It... er , it is the most important foundation in human life, it is a sense of belonging, parents, children, relatives are all sources of happiness. I think it must be more important than career..."

But to Songran's horror, he couldn't convince himself anymore.

Perhaps Mr. He's tone was too calm, and the rhythm of the statement was too steady. In contrast, there were only obvious panic and poor words on his side.The belief he relied on for survival was severely impacted at this moment, and it turned into a thin layer of cellophane, and also turned into an empty phrase that could only be repeated in his mouth but was unconvincing.

Song Ran was deeply frightened.

How can Mr. He think like this?How could anyone think so?Don't people who have a family...don't realize the value of home at all?

He hugged the pillow tightly, trying to draw a little strength from the warm down.

"Songran, I agree that you are a good neighbor, but in terms of family values, our life experiences are different, and it is impossible to reach an agreement. Let's give each other some respect and seek common ground while reserving differences for the time being, okay?"

Mr. He's indifferent voice floated into Songran's ears.

He is asking for peace.

But Songran shook his head resolutely: "No, don't seek common ground while reserving differences, because... I am right."

He pursed his lips and insisted stubbornly: "Children, partners and family are the most precious things for a person, nothing can compare to it, nothing can compare to..."

After about five seconds of silence, he heard Mr. He smile.

"Songran, I can probably guess what kind of person you are. You are good at cooking, like children, travel without charcoal, raise expensive cats, are single, live alone, have no shortage of money, and often go to orphanages as volunteers—you Possess most of the characteristics of a LOHAS family with a good mentality, and should be well protected by family members since childhood. But you have to know that not everyone has your conditions. In the eyes of many people, family does not represent happiness and security. For example...forget it, let’s not talk about old things, there is no need to dig out the heart and soul between neighbors, in short, when family and career can’t have both, I will choose career.”

His last sentence completely ignited the fuse, Songran's mind exploded with a bang, his reason exploded into ashes, his blood rushed, and his eyes were blurred: "You can't have both? You can't have both. Why did you come out with Bobu?! Is someone forcing you to give birth with a gun? Family is not important, don't give birth, reproduction is so low-level, don't shoot! Be a bachelor like me, and have a lot of time for you to pursue your career!"

He Zhiyuan's face turned cold suddenly, and he closed the flip of the notebook with a "snap".

"It's true that I didn't become a father voluntarily." He said in a deep voice, "I didn't plan to have a child before the age of 35. Boo Boo was a pure accident."

It's okay if he didn't explain, but when he explained, the nuclear bomb's equivalent soared to the hydrogen bomb's equivalent, Song Ran picked up the pillow and slammed it down, bouncing up two meters high: "Accident? What's an accident? You're having sex and don't know how to wear a condom. Or the condom can't control your dick?"

"Song Ran!"

He Zhiyuan slapped the coffee table heavily, warning him sharply.

Songran turned a deaf ear and continued to scold: "I don't care how old you want to have a baby. When Bubu is born, you have to take on the responsibility of being a father! What about you? You can't even find him a mother! Four-year-old Child, throw it to the babysitter for a while, and throw it to the robot for a while. Is this what normal humans do? Do you think that using technology to manage children can reflect the value of your career? Boo Boo loves you so much and is so sensible. Now I take the phone Give it to him, do you dare to tell him yourself that he was an accident caused by your shooting?!"

"Songran!" He Zhiyuan stood up abruptly, "Pay attention to your wording!"

But Song Ran lost his mind, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Pay attention to your sister's wording! Believe it or not, I still have a stomach full of swear words! For a person like you, no matter how much money you make, you are still a scum!"

"Don't judge me!"

He Zhiyuan was furious, he leaned over while leaning on the coffee table, grabbed the phone and shouted, "Has no one ever taught you that the most basic courtesy of being a human being is not to make subjective assumptions based on a little bit of one-sided information!"

Then just hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone, Songran waved his arm vigorously, and the cartoon mobile phone flew in an arc in the air, and rolled into the round sofa in the distance.

"Fuck you."

He sat with his head bowed, his teeth clenched his lower lip tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Scum, idiot, get the hell out of here!"

Click, click, click.

The door was knocked lightly.

Song Ran randomly grabbed a pillow towel and wiped her face, dried her tears, and jumped out of bed to open the door.Bubu and Budoudou were standing side by side outside the door, looking up at him together.

"Brother, who were you arguing with just now?"

Boob was very worried.

The big hairy dumpling also came over, and gently arched his calf with his head, giving him considerate comfort.

Song Ran sniffed: "It's okay, brother is fine."

"But, brother obviously cried." Bubu didn't believe it. "Brother was calling Baba just now, right? Did Baba..."

How dare Song Ran let Bubu guess He Zhiyuan, and hurriedly shook his head: "No, it has nothing to do with Bubu's father. Your father is so good, why would you quarrel with your brother?"

"That's right." Bubu nodded repeatedly, "Baba is so good, he won't quarrel with brother."

His eyes lit up, he turned his head and ran to the dining table, pulled off the painting paper he had just painted, ran back quickly, held it in both hands and handed it to Songran: "Look, brother, I've finished the painting, I'll give it to you! Brother stop crying."

Song Ran took the drawing paper, and saw a tan chipmunk, a gray gray squirrel, an orange giraffe, and a grass-green cricket on it.The leaves are golden, the mushrooms are white and tender, and the low old stumps have rings of growth rings.

Four-year-old little Bubu gave him a heart-warming gift.

Song Ran knelt down, stroked the child's hair, and said with a smile, "Boob, thank you."

Thank you, good boy.

Don't worry, even if things turn out like this, I won't give up lightly.Your brother Songran is very powerful, and he will definitely help you find the best father in the world, let you take off your mask, and you don't have to feel wronged to play an "obedient and good boy" anymore.

I will definitely not let you... become me back then.