Pastel Colours

Day1107:10

The next day is April 13th, Friday.

Early in the morning, Bubu opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to crawl out of the bed with his **** pouting, ran out of the bedroom barefoot, took off the calendar book hanging on the wall of the living room, and painted 13 small square feet Bright lemon color.

Then he dashed back, babbled and climbed onto the bed, woke up with his shoulders, and held up the calendar in his hand to show him, and clicked one by one with his fingers: "One, two, three, four, five! Brother! , Dad will be back in five days!"

He was so excited, his little eyebrows almost floated to the ceiling.

"Yeah, he's coming back." Songran stretched out his arms and took Bobu into his arms before she woke up. He closed his eyes and kissed him on the forehead indiscriminately. "When he comes back, he will pick you up. "

"And you, dad will pick you up too!"

Bubu was surprisingly excited. He rubbed Songran’s chin and neck for a while, and wore a messy short hair to get out of the bed, and gave him a good blueprint for the future: "Brother, there is a big bed in my room, waiting for you to move in. I'll sleep in half for you. I also have a big closet. My own clothes are super small, occupying only a small space, and the rest is yours!"

"But..." Songran rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Your father has divided half of the bed for me."

When Bubu heard this, he raised his little eyebrows in anger: "How can this be! Dad is an adult, and I'm still a child. How can he **** my brother from me?!"

He tightly wrapped Songran's arms and twisted his **** and called out, "Brother sleep with me, sleep with me!"

Songran saw his big watery eyes, and his heart suddenly softened. Fortunately, last night He Zhiyuan’s warning of “No Spoiling of Children” was still within the expiry date. His words were stern, majestic and powerful. The heart of the marshmallow bake into a hard stone.

"No, brother has to sleep with Dad at night."

Songran held his ground.

Seeing that he couldn't be coquettish, Bubu sniffed and pouted, and it was about to rain heavily on the spot.

Songran is the most afraid of seeing children crying in this life. Before the big move is released, he panicked first, holding up Bobo’s small face and hurriedly said: "Look, you come back from kindergarten to bed, do I always accompany you? It’s not the same for Dad. Dad has to go to work during the day, and often works overtime when he comes home at night. Only when Bobu falls asleep, I have a little time to accompany him. If I accompany you to sleep at night, what about Dad? What to do?"

Bubu was bewildered by his long string of words, feeling wronged, and feeling unreasonable. He puffed his cheeks to think hard for a while, and reluctantly made concessions: "Well then, brother Sleep with Dad and Boob sleeps by himself."

After speaking, he was very upset, and he gave a loud "hum", turned around, pointed at Songran with the back of his head, and picked up the rabbit doll beside the bed, and the four little tiger teeth "ah woo" bit the long ear.

Songran saw that he was angry, feeling somewhat guilty, bowed his head and sighed.

sorry.

It's not that I don't want to sleep with you, I just...I just don't want to be a virgin all my life...

This morning, Zhan Yuwen gave Songran and Bubu each a small check. The results of the check were very optimistic. He urged Lin Hui to take care of the chickenpox and drove away.

After sending them away, the family reverted to a combination of one big cat, one small cat.

Bu Doudou stretched his body to his heart's content, and rushed to sharpen his claws frantically on the one-meter-high sisal pillar. Sitting at the coffee table, Bobu assembled a small steam train for self-entertainment, inserting wooden axles, pasting paper, and painting, with a rigorous attitude like a small craftsman. After recovering from his serious illness, Songran returned to the workbench and started his daily routine of writing up.

First, he will officially break up with Infiniti.

This strange idea suddenly came to him when he opened the drawer and saw the male **** frame upright inside. Although his relationship with the male **** only exists in "unilateral conjectures" and there is no overlap in reality, he really likes to live more than forty days. At that time, I was thinking about it, but I didn't think about tea and rice, and I still have a heartbeat when I remember the first scene. He felt that even if it was for Mr. He, he had the obligation to take the initiative to end this unrequited love.

So he cleaned the workbench, took apart the photo frame, took out the sketch of the male god, and laid it flat on it.

This man... really looks good.

Songran stretched out his hand and touched the blank space of the paper little by little along the edge of the male god's hair. He whispered: "Thanks to you, I can only meet my current boyfriend. He also lives here, he is a very good person, and a very good baby, so... we broke up Right."

The male **** said nothing, smiling gently at him on the paper.

"After the breakup, I hope you will have a good time every day, and I hope your little baby can grow up healthy and healthy like my Bobo."

Songran finished the breakup blessing, held the drawing paper in both hands, and stared at the male **** for a long time, but he didn't take the next step. He knew that it was time to crumple this painting into a trash can, but... he really couldn't bear it.

How to do it?

Would Mr. He be angry if he stayed without permission?

He hesitated for more than two minutes, and tried to rub the paper several times, but he abruptly resisted. Finally, he gave up the idea altogether, grabbed the pen, and drew another male outline without facial details on the paper, marking the word "He".

This is his Mr. He.

Then, he wrote the word "predecessor" next to the Infiniti male god, and the word "current" next to Mr. He, circled with a beautiful love to show his belonging.

In this way, even if you accidentally get discovered, you won't overturn the jealous jar, right?

Of course, he was not prepared to give Mr. He a chance to discover.

He wanted to put the portrait of the male **** in a blank watercolor book, hide it in the bottom drawer, and put a row of unopened watercolor book on it, and then cover it with a bunch of brushes and paints to ensure that Mr. He would not be interested in flipping it.

perfect.

Foolproof.

Just when Songran was confident about this plan, a loud noise suddenly came from the balcony.

He quickly turned his head to look, and saw Budoudou squatting on the flower stand, with his front paws hanging in the air, looking down at his head-the pot of hydroponic green radix that was originally placed on the edge of the flower stand was gone, and there was a glass and fish fry. There are still broken roots and leaves floating in the water.

"Cloth! Pocket! Pocket!"

He exploded and slapped the drawing paper on the table, and rushed into the balcony three steps and two steps.

Bu Doudou, as a spoiled cat, has always made mistakes without feeling guilty. At present, it is still calmly squatting on the scene of the crime, lowering its head and licking its wet right front paw while licking the fish. While licking it, it rolls its eyeballs, and the crowd waved its broom and gathered broken glass, dead fry and rotten green radish together. Sweep in the dustpan and wave the mop to clean the water stains all over the floor.

"Meow."

Good performance, worthy of praise.

"I have a hard time feeding Lulu! And fish! Do you have a conscience, huh?"

Chung then took a hanging pole as if to beat it, cloth twists and turn a blind eye, shook its tail around, jump flower bed, stepping lightweight catwalk openly gone.

"..."

Songran watched it go away aggrievedly, and severely pulled down the clothespin.

He walked back to the living room, intending to continue the disturbed hiding plan, but was surprised to see-Boob ran to the workbench somehow, stood on tiptoe, pulled down the drawing paper, and pondered his Infiniti male god. After a while, his eyes rounded, showing an expression of inexplicable excitement.

Songran thought that this time was over. Laozi didn’t see his son. In the future, if Bobo bumps into the male **** in the elevator and pokes it in front of Mr. He, then he really doesn’t care wherever he hides the portrait. used. So he ignored the image, and rushed to Bobu, pinching the edge of the portrait and pulling up, trying to save the last hope.

Who wants the Bobu people to be small and strong, clenched and refused to let go, blinked their black eyes and asked, "Brother, did you paint this?"

Songran was worried about tearing the portrait, so she didn't dare to take it, so she let go.

"I painted it."

"Wow, it's great, it's just like real!" Bubu exclaimed loudly, bowed his head and appreciated it again, begging expectantly, "Brother can give it to me?"

I really want a portrait of my father!

"No, no!"

Songran resolutely refused, sweating on his forehead.

Little ancestor, you don't even know my male god, what do you want his portrait to do? If this is really for you, it will be an untimed bomb in the future, which may explode at any time.

Songran couldn't bear the risk of He Zhiyuan's frying vinegar jar. Taking advantage of Bubu's inattentiveness, he drew lightly and snatched the portrait back, opened the picture book and quickly clipped it in, protecting it in his arms, not allowing Bubu to take advantage machine.

Bubu lost the portrait, dropped his shoulders and said, "Why not?"

"Because..." Songran hesitated for a while and explained, "Because my brother likes this painting very much and wants to keep it for himself, and cannot give it to others."

Bubu flattened his mouth and asked aggrievedly: "If others can't give it, can't even I give it?"

That's my dad!

Songran was stumped by the child’s strange stubbornness. For a while, I didn’t know what to answer. After thinking about it, I could only patiently persuade him: “Bobu, I’m not unwilling to give it to you. I’m afraid your father will see this painting. . If it is given to you, you will put it in your own room, and sooner or later your father will find out. Then, I will be in trouble."

"Why can't I let Dad see it?" Bubu didn't understand, "Aren't you all...not all...oh!"

The little head shook for a few rounds, as if it had penetrated a certain key point. Suddenly, Bu Bu Zuo nodded his head twice, pointed his finger at Song Ran, and laughed: "Brother is shy!"

It was embarrassing to secretly painted Dad, hiding him from others, but being broken by the clever little Bobo.

It must be so!

Songran listened to him blindly, according to his forehead, it was a chestnut: "Nonsense, what's so shy about me."

This is my guilty conscience.

He changed to Huairou style, squatted down, held Bubu's fingers and turned his eyes back with a smile: "Bubu, brother, can I discuss something with you? Don’t you see this picture? Tell dad, how about my brother telling you one more story every day?"

Bubu didn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice. He lifted his chin and stubbornly said, "No!"

"Don't do that." Songran's tone softened, and she shook Bobu's little hand and pleaded, "Baby, promise brother, OK."

"No!"

Bubu turned his face to the other side, raised his chin higher, then turned his head quickly, smeared the soles of his feet and slipped away from Song Ran, ran to the living room happily, running and laughing: "Brother blushes, brother is shy , Oops, shame to death!”

Song Ran looked helplessly at him jumping around the room, only hating that he was not strong enough to suppress this spoiled child.

He sat back down on the chair, opened the picture book, propped his chin, and looked bitterly at his male god, inexplicably feeling a sense of powerlessness of being cheated and being photographed.

What should we do now? Confess to Mr. He again?

This is too two!

In order to prevent Bobo from detonating the bomb, Songran formulated a strict supervision plan: When Mr. He called tonight, he must stay close to Bobo. Once he found something wrong, he would immediately cover his mouth, seal his throat, and drag him away. , "Killing" people to silence, never show mercy. The feasibility of this plan is not bad, but Songran miscalculated the most important point-Yibubu's patience, can not wait for the evening.

In fact, in the afternoon, Bobu couldn't wait to point the bomb while taking advantage of his lost time taking a nap.

The little guy looked left and right, and finally waited until he fell asleep. A light roller rolled out of the bed, cat waist, tiptoe, tiptoe close to the workbench, took out the picture book from the first drawer, and found it. A sketch like. Then, he held it like a baby, quietly opened the door of 8012A, and slipped back to his home opposite.

Ten minutes later, the concealed door was pushed open, and Bubu stepped in, his eyes full of bright excitement.

The little thief did everything without dripping water, clipped the sketch into the drawing book, put it back in the drawer, and restored the scene perfectly. Then the cat went into the bedroom silently, climbed onto the bed, obediently covered the little blanket, and pretended to be sleeping properly.

Songran didn't notice the movement beside her at all, and made a grunt in her sleep, rolled over lazily, and unconsciously scratched her crotch.

At the same time, hearing a beep, a new mail arrived at He Zhiyuan's private mailbox.

It was ten o'clock in the evening Pacific time, and He Zhiyuan had not finished his day at work and was still busy at the Hammer Theater not far from the company. In a few days, the company will officially release their seventh-generation product here. More than half of the venue was arranged, and all parties entered the coordination stage. People came and went, and the voices were noisy. Everything was like a wire dragged on the ground, seemingly chaotic and organized.

CarlKraus, who has been used to wearing T-shirts and flip-flops for thousands of years, also rarely put away his idle posture today, changed into formal clothes, gave a complete trial on the main stage, and then stepped down to confirm the details with the company's SVPs. .

As one of the keynote speakers, He Zhiyuan was arranged to take the stage after Carl.

He was a technical partner in the early stage of the company's business, but his speech was by no means his shortcoming. On the contrary, from small occasions with three or four people in venture capital to large occasions with thousands of people in press conferences, he has experienced this aspect for nine years. The accumulation of a lot of experience is the leisurely typhoon, the clear statement, and the image that comes with it.

He played the American humor impeccably, fitting the scene and the scale.

When he stepped down, Carl raised his hands and made a thumbs-up gesture at him.

He Zhiyuan smiled, returned to his seat and drank a cup of black coffee to refresh himself, then turned on the laptop to check new emails. The highlighted star-marked mailbox bounces slightly in the menu bar, and a bubble corner mark: 1.

A new email from Xiao Q, the content is-his family left a 52-second video.

In Xiao Q's current database, 8012B has only two family members, and "his family" can only be Bubu. Bubu stayed well at the opposite door, why did he suddenly send a video message to him?

He Zhiyuan switched the interface and clicked on the video stored in the cloud.

"Paba, can you see me?"

Boob appeared in the center of the screen and waved to the camera, his little face flushed and he looked three-point nervous and seven-point excited. He is holding a piece of drawing paper of 16 kai, like holding a huge flower tube cracker, ready to open it at any time, presenting him with a colorful surprise.

"Paba, I, I, I want to tell you a secret!" Bubu said excitedly, "You must be so happy to know!"

This little stutter...how could it be more and more like Song Ran.

He Zhiyuan smiled.

Bubu bulged his chest, and was probably preparing for it. Then he opened the drawing paper with a "huh", brought the blank side to the camera, and said in a mysterious and magical tone: "Papa, this is Songran Look carefully at the picture that brother drew, don’t blink, I’m going to turn it over!"

He Zhiyuan stared at the piece of paper for a long time, not believing that this weird child could really come up with something amazing.

But three seconds later, the calm expression on his face cracked.

He Zhiyuan's pupils tightened, his body leaned forward, and he snapped the space bar to pause the video. His eyes locked tightly to the sketch on the screen, almost trying to **** it from Boob.

Of course he knew who Songran was painting.

That is his face.

Frozen in a certain occasional moment under the sun, even he had no impression of himself.

In addition to the portraits, there are some scattered words and graffiti on the paper: predecessors, current posts, congratulations, simple pen love... When He Zhiyuan slowly understands what it means, the intense joy is like a tsunami more than ten meters high. Slap his heart hard.

He remembered Songran saying: I moved here because I wanted to meet someone.

He is about 1.86 meters tall.

The figure is pretty good.

It also looks good when smiling.

There is also a cute child.

...

He Zhiyuan leaned back, his body that had been strained all day suddenly relaxed.

This is an indescribable comfort and satisfaction.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his hand, his gentle smile gradually wafted from the corners of his lips, covering the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. After a while, he sighed softly and smiled helplessly: "Song Ran, you are going to eat me to death."