Pastel Colors

Day0405:00

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, the sky was dim, and the alarm clock buried under the pillow rang.The owner, who hadn't slept all night, pressed it, got out of bed softly, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Bubu wants to drink thick, thick and sweet porridge, so he needs to cook it longer than usual.

The weather in April is still a bit cold, Song Ran put on a fur coat, washed the rice in cold water, put it in the pot, and set the cooking clock on the oven for half an hour.In the process of soaking rice, he rubbed his hands to warm up, picked up the cute bright yellow children's mobile phone, walked around the kitchen, wanted to press it, but didn't dare to press it.

He still wants to fight for another chance.

Songran has an unreasonable sense of trust in Mr. He, thinking that he is not a decisive and unfeeling man.As long as you sincerely apologize, act like a baby and beg for mercy like before, Mr. He is tolerant and generous, and maybe he will let him take care of Bubu.There are too many shadows of the past on Bubu, it's okay if he didn't see it before, but once he sees it, he really can't let it go.

Of course, this isn't the only thing he can't let go of, it's just another one that he hasn't noticed yet.

He wanted to hear He Zhiyuan's voice.

It was a subtle, passionate, and unspeakable feeling that grew up in three brief phone conversations—a young man living alone met a mature strange man.The wounded child in the youth has not yet been comforted. The man is a father. There is pampering for the child in his laughter, like a pair of warm wings spreading out, sheltering the little song in childhood.

This throbbing has just sprouted, and it may not be called love, but it is full of attachment that is difficult to let go.

In essence, Songran is still a child who lacks love and cannot let go of his father's care.

He calculated the time difference three times, and after confirming that it was two o'clock in the afternoon at Mr. He's side, it was suitable to answer the phone, so he held his breath and pressed the dial button.

"Beep-beep-"

When the phone was dialed, the ringtone rang twice, but before Songran put the phone to his ear, the ringtone suddenly stopped.

Four words popped up on the screen: call failed.

The other party didn't even hesitate for a second, and directly chose to hang up.

Song Ran remained expressionless, staring at those four words for a long time, until the screen went completely dark, revealing a pale face.The fingers under the apron gradually curled up into fists, and the fingertips touched the palm, which was horribly cold.

Pour the white rice into the soup pot and add six times the amount of boiling water.Bring the fire to a boil, drop the oil, and then turn the heat to low.The faint blue flames jumped up and began to simmer slowly.Songran used a wooden shovel to stir it round and round until the rice grains were full and the porridge surface became sticky, and a string of thick and thick bubbles appeared from the "pulu pulu".

At 06:30, he made a second call to He Zhiyuan, this time the other party hung up even faster, even the ringtone only rang once.

Song Ran was startled, and the humiliating anger filled his chest in an instant. After a few seconds, he slammed the shovel with rice grains into the sink: "Being a human being requires basic politeness, you said it yourself! It's just... answering the phone first, and then telling me to get out, not even answering the phone!"

Excited, he pressed the dial button again.

This time, he couldn't even hear the ringtone at all, and only a cold mechanical female voice responded to him——Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.

Song Ran propped his hands on the countertop, slowly lowered his head, feeling overwhelming self-loathing attacking him.

Really... a long time.

It's been a long time since I've been hated by someone like this.

Children born in orphanages tend to have a heart disease-lack of self-confidence.Songran stayed in that big dye vat for ten years, but he did not escape the fate of self-deprecation.When he just left the orphanage, he had constant problems with his whole set of social communication concepts, and his mentality was in a mess, close to moderate depression.

Later, when I came to S City, Song Ran settled down relatively close to F University. If I had nothing to do, I went to attend the general elective class offered by the Department of Psychology. I mixed with a bunch of the best of heaven and finished a semester of self-awareness and emotional management. After class, I was still cheeky. I went to chat with the professor and told my situation honestly.The professor was a very jovial old man, and took him to the small pavilion in Xiyuan to chat for a while, which was regarded as the initial psychological counseling, and he also gave him a big book list when he was parting.Songran spent several years carefully reading the book list, and wrote about a hundred pages of self-analysis, and finally grew a little bit of self-confidence.

Although the fur is new, it is very rough and hard, extremely wear-resistant.

In order to make a living, Songran has often suffered from malice over the years, but he has a stubborn temper. The harder he lives, the more he understands the importance of optimism. Instead, he has tempered a very likable character like real gold.The aunts and sisters of the publishing house laughed when they saw him, touched his head, rubbed his face, kissed and hugged him, and pampered him like a mascot.

Songran knows his own weight, he is not RMB, how can he be liked by everyone, it is enough for most people he meets to like him, and one or two people who don't like it are not worth caring about.

He has always thought so, to this day.

Until he found out that he couldn't accept Mr. He's "dislike".

The negation from Mr. He became an unbearable weight for Songran's thin shoulders. Just a sentence of "can't" that refused to forgive, and just an annoying shutdown of the phone almost destroyed his hard-built fortress of confidence.

"Boob, your father is really..." Song Ran looked up at the kitchen lamp, with a bitter and helpless look on his face, "It's really...too powerful."

White marble dining table with beige cotton tablecloth.A bowl of thick porridge, a plate of cucumber with clear sauce, a salted duck egg in red oil, and a pinch of old-fashioned pork floss.

This is the simplest breakfast in S city.

Bubu had a good appetite today, holding a small soup bowl to drink sweet and fragrant porridge, scooped up a little salted egg yolk with a small spoon, put it in his mouth, and let out a long "um" to show that the food was delicious.Halfway through the meal, Songran told him tactfully that his father hired a new aunt for him, and from today onwards, the new aunt will be responsible for picking up and dropping off Bubu.

Bubu became unhappy all of a sudden, lying on the table and twisting around: "No, no, I want a brother!"

Song Ran picked up a piece of meat floss with chopsticks and put it into the bowl, and made a mysterious look on purpose to seduce him: "This time the new aunt is different from the previous ones. Dad took a lot of thought out and picked it out according to Bobu's preferences." .”

Bubu took a bite of the pickled melon and asked curiously, "What is that like?"

Songran described: "The new aunt is very beautiful, like a flower, she can tell fairy tales, and she can make small wontons. She knows what my brother can do, and she can do what my brother can't. She is even better than my brother. people."

"But I like my brother!"

Bubu jumped off the chair, walked around the dining table, and awkwardly climbed onto Songran's lap, confessing to him in a childlike voice: "I don't want a more powerful new aunt, I just want my brother!"

The child has profound skills, love talk tenth level, Songran was captured by his words, his whole body was warm and harmonious, and his heart turned into a puddle of water.But Bubu showed a distressed expression again, frowned and said, "But auntie was chosen by my father, and I also want to listen to what my father has to say."

I'm so worried.

On the left is the father, on the right is the elder brother, the four-year-old baby looks left and right, wanting both sides.

Song Ran couldn't help laughing, and pecked lightly on his forehead: "It's okay, think about it, doesn't my brother live at the opposite door? The new aunt is here, and my brother won't move out. Someday Bubu wants to Brother, come here and knock on the door, and brother will invite you in as a guest, and we are still doing coloring, listening to stories, and washing incense like these days."

When Bubu heard that he could cheat, he immediately smiled, threw himself into Songran's ear and said excitedly, "Then I'll sneak out to look for you every day, so that Dad won't know, okay?"

"Good good!"

Song Ran agreed, and hooked her little finger with Bubu.

After breakfast, Bubu and Songran went downstairs together, climbed onto the back seat of the bicycle, played the role of a majestic little general, and directed his brother to ride an S-shaped track, and walked steadily towards the kindergarten.

When passing by the graffiti wall, Bubu pointed to a row of colorful geometric shapes, and said in a straight voice: "Square, rectangle, circle, triangle, trapezoid!"

"Boo Boo is awesome, got everything right!"

Song Ran praised him.

I taught it by mouth yesterday. This kid is naturally smart, so he memorized it firmly.

Bubu was praised and made persistent efforts. He pointed to a row of English letters with unique shapes behind and read: "A, B, C, D, E, F, G..."

Under the influence of He Zhiyuan, Bubu's English pronunciation is very standard, Song Ran feels ashamed, and praises him without confidence: "Bubu reads really well."

Behind the letters is a row of Arabic numerals, each of which is drawn in the shape of an animal, which is very cute.Bubu had already been praised twice, so he read it even louder: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... ouch!"

The bicycle slammed to a sudden stop, and Bubu bumped into Songran's back, his little face was squeezed into a fleshy ball.

Song Ran scolded herself in her heart, stopped in a hurry, and looked back at him worriedly: "Is it important? Is there any pain?"

"No...not anymore." Bubu rubbed his face exaggeratedly, stretched his neck, and poked his head out to look forward, "Brother stopped suddenly, did he hit something?"

But the road ahead was empty, and Boo Boo saw nothing.

"It's so strange."

He let out an exclamation.

Song Ran didn't know how to explain his abnormality, and was nervous when a small tabby cat unexpectedly jumped out from the side of the road and ran away along the red wall of the old house.Bubu thought he had found the answer, so he giggled and said, "So it's a kitten, my brother is so careful!"

Song Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief, rang the crisp bicycle bell, and drove Boo Bu to the kindergarten.

After sending the child to the kindergarten that day, Songran didn't leave immediately.Standing outside the garden gate, he watched Bobu hop into the hall, handed the schoolbag and the children's mobile phone to the teacher, changed his shoes, turned and ran to the classroom, and disappeared behind the glass in the entrance.

Song Ran thought, the fate between him and this child probably ended here. Excluding that accidental loss of control, these three days... were actually very beautiful.

I hope that I will have the opportunity to hug Bubu in the future, and I hope that one day in the future, when I meet Mr. He in the aisle, he will have the opportunity to say sorry himself.

There were young children passing by one after another, some were sent by their fathers, some by their mothers, and some by their grandparents.Song Ran looked at their energetic little faces, lowered her head and smiled, kicked up her pedals, and left the kindergarten by bike.

At the moment he left, the children's mobile phone in the teacher's hand rang.

today is Thursday.

Every Thursday afternoon from 7:7 to 7:[-], SwordArcInc will hold a regular meeting of department heads.Due to the impending launch of the new generation of Q[-], S[-], and T[-] series products, there were too many matters to be coordinated in the company, and the regular meeting was extended to [-] pm.

When the meeting reached the last item on the agenda, He Zhiyuan took out his phone and pressed the power button.

When his college roommate and entrepreneurial partner CarlKraus asked him if he needed to make a speech, He Zhiyuan exchanged views with his subordinates in the technology department and shook his head and gave a negative answer.

The first second after the projector cut off the signal and the meeting was declared over, he pressed the call button.

The circular meeting room regained its relaxed atmosphere, dozens of seats were pushed back one after another, VPs closed their folders, got up and left with coffee cups.A German engineer walked up to He Zhiyuan with a sensor compatibility final test report and said that there were still a few items that needed to be communicated with him individually.

Holding the phone, He Zhiyuan pressed his palm down slightly, and politely explained: "Housework, wait a minute."

The other party responded with an understanding smile, stepped back a few steps, and made a gesture of asking for permission.He Zhiyuan then got up and walked to the French window that was drenched in sunlight.

As a qualified high-level technical executive, he should actually lead by example and avoid dealing with personal affairs during working hours, but he convinced himself that this call was related to his child, which was the highest priority among parallel tasks and deserved to be treated with leniency .

While waiting for the connection, perhaps the sun was too hot, and his palms were sweating a little.

He knew that the two calls that were hung up before must have been made by Song Ran, and he could even roughly guess the motive.In fact, after he said the word "can't" last night, as soon as Song Ran's lonely voice hit his ears, he immediately softened - young people are always impulsive, and they will inevitably speak recklessly, which is not such an unforgivable mistake .

At that time, he wanted to give Songran a chance, so he didn't hang up the phone for a long time. He just waited for Songran to explain, so that he could go along with the flow and settle the suspicion.

But unfortunately, Songran didn't say anything at that time, but chose to call today during the meeting.

He had no choice but to hang up.

Hanging up the phone is a pretty hurtful act, and due to lack of communication, it is likely to cause unnecessary serious misunderstandings.As the party who voluntarily refused, He Zhiyuan thought it was necessary for him to explain clearly.

The call was connected, and He Zhiyuan was short on time. Before the other party could speak, he said, "Songran, I'm so sorry just now. I'm in a meeting here, so I'm not suitable for answering the phone. Let's talk about Boo Boo tonight, okay?"

There seemed to be a little astonishment over there. After a few seconds of blank space, he heard the voice of the kindergarten teacher: "Hi, are you the parent of He Yueyang?"

He Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment: "Yes."

He quickly raised his wrist, and his eyes swept across the dial—five ten in the afternoon, which is eight in the morning in China.The kindergarten opens at eight o'clock, which is neither early nor late. It is estimated that Bubu has just been sent to the kindergarten.

He was a step late.

The teacher was not sure about his intentions, and asked, "He Yueyang has already entered the classroom, do you need to talk to him?"

"No need, just get to school safely." He Zhiyuan replied briefly, "Teacher, you've worked hard."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he hung up the phone, turned around and put away the laptop on the table, and signaled the waiting German engineer to go to the small conference room next door to discuss the problem.

Passing by Song Ran twice, He Zhiyuan felt a rare irritability.

From the original intention, he had no intention of hurting that sensitive young man, but the explanation he couldn't convey made him fall into guilt and anxiety, and even the overtime task tonight seemed to be onerous.