Pastel Colours

Day1015:09

It was midnight and it was raining heavily.

The lights in the office building went out one after another, and there were a dozen cars scattered in the parking lot. The dim yellow street lamp shone on the roof and into the windshield.

He Zhiyuan didn't burn the engine. He leaned on the back of the lowered driver's seat, wearing a pair of Bluetooth headsets, and quietly closed his eyes.

The rain kept beating on the front window, making the car dark and cold.

Long hours of high-intensity work makes him physically and mentally exhausted. He knows that he needs a deep and comfortable sleep, but weirdly doesn’t want to drive home—the house has heating, hot water and red wine, as well as tall and dense long The velvet bed has everything that should be available, but there are few people who can talk to him for a while.

For a luxurious vacant building, there is no difference in going back early and late.

So, he dialed Song Ran's number directly in the car.

After talking for more than a dozen times, Songran was still as nervous as when he first met. The tongue and teeth were knotted, and one section was twisted and the other section was twisted, stumbling and stumbling like a stuck radio. He Zhiyuan suspected that he was a guilty conscience and wanted to hide a shameful secret. He couldn't help but laugh while listening, and stretched comfortably.

"Speaking so softly, is there someone nearby?"

"Yes... Yeah, Bobo is taking a nap in my bed. I slept soundly. I kicked the blanket twice an hour." Songran pulled the blanket and covered Bobo's shoulder, "What about you? , I'm not very energetic to hear your voice, just came home?

He Zhiyuan yawned: "Not yet, in the car."

Songran was extremely surprised, and blurted out: "It's already past 12 o'clock on your side, are you so busy with work?"

He Zhiyuan raised his eyes and looked at the clock inside the car. The center of the screen displayed 00:09AM.

What a caring child, the jet lag is so fast.

He smiled and closed his eyes and leaned back: "The company will hold a product launch in a few days. Not only will there be new generations, but also new products. It is an important development turning point. All departments are turning around. It is normal to be busy. It's the same with other companies. I have reliable VP engineers on the front line, which is not too crazy."

Product launch?

Songran blinked his eyes twice, remembering the soft and cute white silkworm cocoon of the 8012B, and asked curiously: "The new product... is it small Q?"

He Zhiyuan thought for a while and explained: “It’s not exactly true. The small Q you see is just a test machine, most of the functional details have been castrated, including the appearance is not the final version. The reason why it is placed in my house is just In order to give it a real scene to verify its security. The final version will have a lot of interesting details, I can’t reveal too much now. After a while, I will bring one back for you to play with Boob, okay?"

"Okay!" Songran was very excited, "Then... Will there be a promotional video for Xiao Q, the one that looks super dark technology and more forceful than force?"

"You mean an Apple-like style?"

"Yes, yes!"

Song Ran nodded like garlic.

He Zhiyuan couldn't stop laughing, his chest trembling slightly. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his nasal bones and said, "Sorry to disappoint you. Little Q is so cute. In order to match its appearance, our promos are also cute. If you like'super black technology' , It happens to have two brothers, an S7 and a T7. Their promotional videos should satisfy you."

"No... I don't like it that much. Cuteness is actually my dish."

Songran scratched her ears, corrected her statement embarrassedly, and asked: "Mr. He, you are so busy at work, do you live alone over there? Does anyone take care of you?"

"Someone will come to do the cleaning once a week, the other time it will be alone."

"That's it..." Songran dropped his shoulders and put his chin on the erected notebook, and said worriedly, "Then how hard you are, no one will accompany you at home."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Does it hurt?"

Songran nodded without hesitation: "Of course it hurts!"

As soon as the voice fell, he held his forehead feebly-what is the net nonsense, the relationship has only been less than a day, do you dare to be more straightforward in your emotional expression? If this continues, don't think about being subtle in this life!

He restrained the degree of "distress", and said "Mr. He implicitly" as much as possible: "Mr. He, in the future, you don't always run around alone, or... Or you will take me and Bobu with me on a business trip. Well, if that's the case, at least if you get home at night, I can talk with you."

Hearing these words, He Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes where Songran could not see. He quietly looked up at the roof of the car for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and sat up.

"I was tired just now. I am better now. I always feel that I can see you when I drive back." He Zhiyuan fastened his seat belt and started the car. "I'll be home in fifteen minutes. Would you mind talking with me on the road for a while? ?"

Songran hurriedly said: "Don't mind or mind."

Although they all knew that it would be impossible to see each other in fifteen minutes, this kind of rhetoric made the expectant parties feel extremely warm.

At midnight, vehicles were racing on the highway. He Zhiyuan circumvented the ramp, stepped on the accelerator pedal to the end, and quickly merged into the continuous traffic flow. The red taillights blurred in the rain curtain into a circulating light strip.

"Are you and Boob okay? How are you getting sick?"

He Zhiyuan asked gently.

Songran looked at the sleeping child next to him, and stretched out his hand to rub his thin and soft hair: "Bobu stopped burning yesterday, and his appetite was pretty good, and his appetite was about the same as before. Today...well, Let me see... I don’t seem to have a new acne today. It is estimated that the scab will form in two days. If you are lucky, you will see the same face as before, white and pure."

"What about you?" He Zhiyuan asked, "has the fever gone?"

Songran nodded and said, "The fever has gone down this morning. Zhan Yuwen measured it for me once at noon, 37 degrees 7. In terms of body sensation, the temperature should be lower than noon."

Sounds like good news, but...

"Why did it suddenly reach 39 degrees that day?"

He Zhiyuan grasped the key point.

Songran was taken aback, bit his nails twice with a guilty conscience, and smiled dryly: "Well... Zhan, Dr. Zhan said it was a common cold caused by the cold... Uh, probably because I haven't been sick for a long time. , Once in a while, the symptoms are only so serious..."

He Zhiyuan caught the word "being cold", frowned, and seemed to remember something: "Did you get water on the day you went to Happy Valley?"

Song Ran was shocked: "Do you know all this?!"

He Zhiyuan shrugged helplessly.

Of course he knows.

On returning from Happy Valley that day, Songran mistakenly forwarded a group of photos taken by Lin Hui to him by mistake. One of them was a scene of Songran squatting on the ground, holding a bath towel to wipe water with a cloth. At that time, the action of wiping water led He Zhiyuan’s sight, so that he only noticed that Bobo’s hair and clothes were wet. Looking back now, Songran’s hair and T-shirt were also wet, and the condition was not much better than Bobo. . In the next few photos in the timeline, Bubu has changed into a new set of clean clothes, but Songran has been wearing that half-dry and half-wet T-shirt.

If this is the cause of Huo Songran's cold, how could he not feel guilty as Bubu's father.

He Zhiyuan thought of the lively and presumptuous appearance of Boob in the photo, and he didn't know whether he should be pleased that the child is more cheerful than before, or he should be sullen that the child is more troublesome than before. He knocked on the steering wheel distractedly and asked, "How did Bobu get the water that day?"

Songran didn't dare to conceal it, and honestly replied: "I went to buy ice cream with Lin Hui, and didn't look at it for a while, so he... went to the fountain square and ran around."

"You got it back?"

"Yeah." Songran said, "I think his whole body is almost drenched, and there is no time to think about anything else, so he rushed in."

He Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked: "After the arrest, apart from helping him dry and changing his clothes, have you seriously told him that this is wrong?"

"Huh?" Songran was startled, "No...no."

"Not a word?"

Songran was guilty: "No."

really.

Exactly as he guessed.

The heavy rain became more urgent, and water began to appear on the road. When the car in front passed by, a large group of scattered water mist was caused, which blurred the vision of the car behind. He Zhiyuan calmly stretched the driving distance, adjusted the wiper speed faster, and said lightly: "Song Ran, to be honest, there is also a problem with the way you treat your children. You and I are two different extremes-I am too cold, you Too conniving. Judging from Bobo’s growth, we are actually not doing well enough. Of course..."

He paused, and then turned: "You are ninety-five points and I am five points."

Songran just got nervous, waited to be criticized, suddenly received a compliment, and laughed at the phone "puff".

He Zhiyuan heard his laughter, curled the corners of his lips happily, and continued: "I know you like Boob, and I can't bear to educate him. I always want him to have a happier life, but children are different from adults. Adults. Prioritize what should be done and what should not be done. It’s okay to be spoiled once in a while. Children can’t tell the difference. If they are used to being spoiled, they will be lawless in the future. So among the three of us, I can spoil myself. You, but you can't spoil Bobo, remember?"

"Remember...remember."

Songran clutched her hot face and felt herself burning again.

I can spoil you-this, is this a naked love sentence? Isn't he thinking too much? It's too arrogant to even put in a few private goods when discussing how to bring a child!

Red card! Red card!

Songran gave Mr. He a red card with his flushed face.

He Zhiyuan didn’t receive Songran’s red card. He changed his way to the left, surpassing an old Ford pickup neatly, and continued: “In addition to this, of course there are other possibilities-for example, if you consider that Bubu is My child, it’s inconvenient for me to do it on my behalf. But now, Bobu is your child. If you encounter something similar next time, you have to use a little bit of parental courage and can’t indulge him in this way."

Songran tugged at the sheets, feeling sweetly in his heart: "I see."

He thought for a while, and then defended himself: "I didn't mean to spoil Bobu on purpose, it's just that... Well, I came out of the orphanage. I would have a little bit of self-substitution, and I would be **** children. Give me some time. , I will make progress step by step, and I will become super principled in the future, okay?"

"It's not impossible." He Zhiyuan turned on the right light and moved back to the original lane. "I will ask you a question. If the answer is correct, I will give you time."

Songran became nervous immediately, and quickly pricked his ears: "What...what's the problem?"

Oh my God, he is not good at educational theory at all, so let's just ask something simple, basic, and he can answer it.

He Zhiyuan paused for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Did you dream of me last night?"

Song Ran was stunned.

Slowly, his neck turned red: "Dream... I dreamed."

"Really?"

Then the fingertips also turned red: "Really."

"Then talk about it, what did you dream of?"

He Zhiyuan teased him deliberately, with a clear smile in his tone.

Songran covered her face with her notebook, and silently complained in her heart: dreaming that you **** me, and it was very exciting. After several shots, it was just a beast.

He thought this in his heart, and of course it was impossible to say that on his lips, so he fabricated a standard answer that seemed reasonable, non-sexy and full of love: "Dreaming that you are back, I will pick you up at the airport."

Ah, very good.

Keep the most basic reservations.

He Zhiyuan remained silent: "What happens after I get it back?"

"After taking it back... uh, that..." Songran couldn't make up anything for a while, stuck halfway, and rubbed his hard leather notebook hard against his face, rubbing out a red nose, "After that... it's a little bit inappropriate for children."

He Zhiyuan laughed loudly, his deep eyes curled in two arcs.

At 12:30 in the morning, the car drove through the empty path of fallen leaves and stopped into the front yard.

The rainy season in California is coming to an end, and the clouds can't wait to pour out the last bit of water. Raindrops hit the car windows like hail. As soon as I opened the door, the cold air rushed over my face. He Zhiyuan entered the house in the rain, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and took out his usual small milk pot.

Half a bottle of local Jinfendale, one ounce of brandy.

Cloves, cinnamon, honey, orange slices.

It takes ten minutes to cook the wine. He Zhiyuan went to the second floor and took a hot bath. After ten minutes, he changed into a warm nightgown on time, stepped down the stairs barefoot and poured himself a glass of wine.

The rain in the courtyard continued, orange trees and rose trees swayed in the rain, ringing when the wind was swift, and lightly when the wind was slow, making noise. A small night light was lit on the terrace on the second floor, reflecting the water curtain layer by layer on the outside of the glass, and across this layer of glass, the light in the bedroom was soft and the heating was sufficient.

He Zhiyuan sat by the bed and drank half a glass of wine alone.

Warm wine enters the stomach, and the lower abdomen is hot.

He was bored while driving, and he couldn't help but play with Songran, and wanted Songran to tell him a story in the same tone that he used to tell Bubu. Songran didn't refuse, but said shyly: There are not many stories I can recite, so let's tell you the chipmunk, don't laugh at me.

The first time I told an adult a fairy tale, Songran was inevitably a little cautious and blunt, and then slowly entered the state, and then it sounded good. His words were gentle and patient, and his voice had the warmth of defrosting and freezing, imitating chipmunks and gray squirrels when they spoke vividly, and they sounded extremely cute.

Perhaps it felt so good that when the phone was cut off, He Zhiyuan felt unprecedented loneliness.

There is anxiety in loneliness, and dissatisfaction in the anxiety.

He raised his head and drank the red wine, put down his empty glass, and turned off the light in the bedroom. In the night, there was only a faint yellow light on the terrace.

Such a stormy midnight should be used for sex.

He wanted to hold that beautiful young man in his arms, tempted him to tell a fairy tale, and then kissed him in the middle to breathe again and again, the words spoken intermittently, and a sentence was incomplete. And this fairy tale is about a limp chipmunk, desperately dancing with its small paws, trying to push the passionate gray squirrel, but it is so crushed that it can't turn over.

He Zhiyuan leaned against the head of the bed, his hand shaking frequently under his robe.

There was a low gasp in the air, from slow to urgent, the mood became more and more restless, and gradually became uncontrollable. At the moment when the action stopped, the gasp suddenly stopped at the climax point.

Immediately, a comfortable and long sigh sounded in the bedroom.