Pastel Colours

Day1006:14

That night, Songran really had a dream.

It was early summer in the dream, the living room was quiet, and the monotonous cicadas cried in the distance. The bellflowers of 8012A and Casablanca of 8012B were transplanted to the same balcony, and at the same time they were in bloom. The fine leaves and broad leaves are intertwined to form a piece, which blends into a sweet fragrance.

He draws by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Bobu is lying on the carpet, and he walks the maze seriously with a small wooden horse, while Mr. He is holding a kettle and watering flowers in pots and basins. Probably because he hadn't seen the face, Mr. He kept his back to him, and was busy with his work. The blurred sunlight blurs the edges of the figure, and the figure is not clear.

Songran looked at his back, biting the pen with his teeth, and itchy in his heart-what exactly does this man look like?

Will it be as good as the love he gave?

There had been such a loneliest time, Songran lost his way and didn't understand the value of living in the world. Every time the news broadcasts that a child died unexpectedly and his parents cried hysterically in front of the camera, he would think, if one day he dies, will anyone in this world cry for him sadly?

There won't be.

His death could not provoke a tear, and as early as the day his father led him to the entrance of the orphanage, leaving a lie and then resolutely left, he had been abandoned by the whole world. He had hunted for death. The sharp shaving blade cut through his wrist, and the wound was very smooth. Scarlet blood poured out like that, dripping along the palm line to the fingertips, dropping drop by drop. The blood was so heavy that it choked people, but he couldn't awaken the numb pain in despair.

But it's different now.

Now he has a home.

Bubu will care if he lives well, Mr. He will care if he lives well, happy, angry, sorrowful, and no longer just a person chewing to tasteless emotions.

What follows love is a greater surprise than love.

"Song Ran."

He was held from behind, and his fingers were put into the palm of that person. The warm sniffles on his cheeks, with the smell of a mature man-he subconsciously looked to the balcony, and the place where the flowers bloomed was empty.

"Song Ran... baby..."

The voice in the ear was low and gentle, with an irresistible bewitching.

Songran was bewitched, he put down the pen, closed his eyes, turned his head and kissed He Zhiyuan forgettingly, and gradually kissed deep, and couldn't help but touch his cheek and neck for a while. The lower abdomen becomes hot and **** is incomprehensible, and the desire to completely belong to each other is getting stronger. He was picked up by Mr. He, knocked open the door and threw him on the bed, stripped off his clothes, and separated his legs.

In the early summer afternoon in this dream, Songran heard her own moan of shame, first tolerated, and then high-pitched to almost stray.

Cicadas, breeze, music box.

The daylight is transparent, green plants grow, and children and cats play in the living room.

In the light-colored painting style, the two wild, rhythmic bodies on the bed seemed so out of place, as if the Liaoyuan fire was out of control, destroying the atmosphere in one fell swoop. But Songran felt the ultimate happiness, he cast aside his shame, took the initiative to open his still green body, and let the closest people love him hard.

Happiness comes so quickly.

He couldn't believe it.

He was looking forward to being petted before, but people who have not been loved always lack a little confidence in happiness-the person who pets him today may disappear tomorrow, leaving him alone and tasted sweetness. The taste and the threshold are confused, and it is bitter to taste.

A partner who comes and goes, it is better not to come.

It is better not to parasitize the happiness of others.

He can't see through other people's hearts, only sees through himself, so he likes to take care of children so much and is willing to be a giver of love. If the child wants to pet, he will give it to him, like a low tree, not strong, but trying to protect the creatures younger than it under the canopy, in order to prove that it is not worthless to survive in the world, at least it can Why do people cover the wind and rain.

It's just that this little tree did not expect that a towering tree suddenly grew beside it, spreading the towering green shade, protecting it, and also protecting the young seedling it liked.

The person who gives and love also gains love.

Songran has never felt so relieved. He lay relaxed on the moist, soft soil, looking up at the huge shade of the sky above his head, and then closed his eyes and used each leaf to absorb its rain and dew. Trembling when the wind comes, panting when the wind stops, every drop of water flowing through him has the smell of that tree.

At six o'clock in the morning, she woke up unfinishedly.

This spring dream was too intense, and he was so soft that he had no energy after lying down for ten minutes. The crotch was wet and squishy, ​​and the quilt was lifted, and the salty smell that had been covered for several hours was released, making his face hot.

He concealed himself in the bathroom, washed his underwear, wrung out and dried, then slipped back to the bed and sat on the bedside with a big pillow in his arms to miss Mr. He. It took an hour to think about it. It wasn't until Lin Hui knocked on the door to call him to have breakfast, that he woke up from the silly love state, and went to the restaurant with two blushes.

Seeing his flushed face, Lin Hui took a mouthful of porridge for three seconds, thinking that he had burnt his brain, so she asked Zhan Yuwen to take his temperature. Songran quickly raised a spoon in front of him and said, "The fever has gone back early. I'm really fine, don't believe you touch it."

Zhan Yuwen was about to touch him, Lin Hui quickly slapped his hand off with his eyes, and gave him a disgusting look: "It's your turn?"

He touched it personally, and it was really cool.

She asked incomprehensibly: "The fever is gone, why is your face so red?"

"Well, because... porridge, porridge is hot!"

Songran pushes the pot to porridge.

"..."

Lin Hui looked at Bobu, her little face flushed with the heat, she turned her head to look at Zhan Yuwen, saw his face as usual, smiled maliciously: "Why don't you blush?"

Zhan Yuwen was helpless, pushed the empty bowl forward, and said, "Please, miss, have you served me porridge?"

Lin Hui made a contrived expression. He went to the kitchen and took a spoon out, scooped a spoonful of porridge into Zhan Yuwen's bowl, and rewarded him half of the fritters with rickets. Zhan Yuwen looked at the breakfast that was cutting corners and stuffing his teeth, as if he heard the mourning of the hungry stomach, and shook his head sadly.

Bubu giggled when he saw it, and pierced the truth: "The small one is mine, and mine is yours."

Zhan Yuwen looked at Lin Hui quickly, a cold light flashed on the scalpel in his eyes.

Lin Hui stood up calmly, dusted her apron calmly, and calmly put the "children's set" and "adult's set" back to the correct position, and suddenly took out a piece of love-shaped seaweed from his pocket and inserted it into Zhan Yuwen's bowl. He made a cute face at him.

Without waiting for the other party's response, she sat back as if nothing had happened, took the spoon and knocked on the edge of the bowl, instructing everyone to eat: "You can't eat, you can't sleep, no one is allowed to talk."

Zhan Yuwen drank the porridge, Gu Zi laughed and became a fool.

Song Ran was taken aback.

In the past few days, he and Bubu were not allowed to work, the other was not allowed to go to school, and they focused on recuperating at home. Zhan Yuwen and Lin Hui quickly developed from a pair of strangers to a pair of black and white double evil spirits. They cooperated and urged them to eat, take medicine, rest, and sleep regularly, and arrange their schedules in an orderly manner.

If Zhan Yuwen is a shepherd dog, then Lin Hui is a breeder, changing the way every day to cook various delicacies for Songran and Bubu, but refuses to feed Dr. Zhan. But as long as Dr. Zhan asks and sells something cute, Lin Hui will jump down the stairs called "Little Tsundere" and give him the food reserved in advance.

Zhan Yuwen is very happy and very cooperative.

Songran looked at this interaction between Huanxi Enemy and found it particularly interesting. In the future, when Mr. He comes back, he will occasionally deduct Mr. He's rations, wait for the other party to lodge a serious complaint, and then offer a big surprise.

That afternoon, Songran escaped Zhan Yuwen’s surveillance, stole a few sheets of paper from the workbench, put a hard leather notebook underneath, and leaned against the bedside to draw the line draft-"The Little Wooden Boat Looking for Oars" was finished two weeks later Only then did he rush the small half of the book. If it is overdue, not only will the money be deducted, it will also affect the reputation.

Bubu took a nap next to him, covered with a small orange blanket.

The child’s sleeping posture has always been more casual. I don’t know what happened in the dream. He puffed his mouth, turned over, kicked the blanket a full meter away, revealing the little yellow duck underwear. There is a chubby belly.

Songran put down the paper and pen, picked up the blanket to cover him, and was about to continue painting, when he heard a string of lively music coming from the pillow.

Patter.

The pencil in his hand fell on the bed sheet.

It was the special call tone he had just set for He Zhiyuan an hour ago.

Songran couldn't hold back his excitement, and jumped like a pinball, **** on the bed, almost waking Bobo from his dream. He grabbed the phone, took a deep breath three times, solemnly pressed the answer button, and suddenly remembered something, and looked up at the balcony awkwardly-the soiled briefs were still hanging on the drying rack, dripping while being covered. The gale on the twelfth floor swayed left and right.

A blast of fire burned his cheeks.

He was red from the corner of his eyes to his neck, and he couldn't even say "Hello".