Pastel Colours

Day1116:43

Songran felt that there was something wrong with Mr. He today.

Subtle, I can't tell where the specifics is wrong, but it's really different from before-it's probably too gentle, and just hearing the sound makes your legs soft, and I really want to lie on his chest and act like a baby.

When cooking in the evening, He Zhiyuan called and said that it was almost two o'clock in the morning there, and he was lying in bed alone and couldn't sleep. He wanted to talk to Songran for a while. Songran was holding the phone in an uneasy state as the jet lag, and thought that after twelve o’clock there would be no love phone falling, and suddenly the ringing rang, he was very excited, answering every second, and he was busy turning on the hands-free mode. The mobile phone was placed on the streaming desk.

He put on a small apron and chatted with He Zhiyuan while cutting vegetables.

As he chatted, he blushed a little.

He Zhiyuan didn't know what was wrong, and said with a smile every word. This man’s natural voice is just fine, low, full-bodied, and stable, with a little smile, like a subwoofer standing beside him playing love songs, always driving the heart to resonate, and like the beginning and end of every sentence There was a small hook for wiping honey, and it was so hard to squeeze the ears, the cheeks, the deer in the heart, and the bulge in the pajamas.

That’s why it’s not good to be young.

Songran was mixed with joy, complaining that his Ding Ding was too lively, covering his face, and smashing the peeled garlic cloves with a slap on the back——Mr. He, please don’t laugh, come so far away and let me go. Fire fighting?

Bubu was still sitting in the dining room. Songran didn't dare to act rashly. He covered his lower body with his apron, and concealedly rubbed his crotch against the flow table.

The dinner was made for forty minutes, and He Zhiyuan also chatted with him for forty minutes. After cooking, a plate of lily garlic lettuce slices, a plate of five-spice sliced ​​veal, and a bowl of whitebait tofu soup are all home-cooked dishes of Songran.

He Zhiyuan repeatedly said that he wanted to taste it, and Songran had to cooperate with him childishly and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of lettuce: "Open your mouth."

He Zhiyuan: "Ah."

"..."

Really?

Songran's expression was stiff, and he quickly poked the phone button. The dark screen lights up, and the callee does indeed display "He Zhiyuan".

The style of painting has gone wrong.

Songran then followed him: "A piece of lettuce, is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"..."

Song Ran was startled by his extremely natural tone, always feeling that the opposite person was not He Zhiyuan, but a child who had not grown up.

"Then, then give you another slice of fried lily?"

He Zhiyuan paused, and calmly commented: "It's a bit bitter."

Song Ran: "A piece of five-spice beef?"

"There is too much salt." He Zhiyuan was serious and suggested to Songran, "I have a light taste in my meal, so I can add less salt next time."

"Hey hey hey, it's almost done!" Songran put down a pair of chopsticks, pretending to be angry, "I'm all so old, and he's just like a kid playing house, kind of okay... I didn't really feed your mouth. in."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "But I really tasted it."

"Liar!" Songran stunned him, "Where is it salted? Believe it or not, I didn't put salt at all?"

"I don't believe it." He Zhiyuan smiled again, "Bobu said that your cooking is very delicious, how can you not add salt to the spiced beef? Don't be angry, I just have nothing to tease you, it is delicious, honestly."

Jiancai from the air, really shit.

Song Ran cursed mercilessly in his heart, but couldn't help but **** up the corners of his lips, his cheeks flushed. He untied his apron, Tuan repeatedly rubbed it in his hand, hung it back on the hook, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

He heard He Zhiyuan say: "Don't you think it is like we are eating at the same table?"

Yes, there is a little dining atmosphere.

Songran gave a soft "um", her expression softened: "Then you go home early, we can eat at a table."

"There are still a few days, don't worry, eh?"

"I'm not in a hurry." Songran duplied, "Yes... Boob missed you."

He Zhiyuan felt that he was so cute that he wanted to be so obvious. He thought he was terribly cute. That little bit of molested thought came up again. He asked, "I have a special preference. Can you cook anything?"

Songran jumped directly into the pit, and replied seriously and innocently: "As long as I have a recipe and can buy ingredients, I should be able to make it. I have never cooked Western food before. If you want to eat, I can go to a class. That... Mr. He, what do you like to eat?"

He Zhiyuan: "Cook."

"Hey……"

Songran couldn't speak any more, her neck was hot and her ears quickly changed from pale red to blood red. He squatted on the ground, hugged his arms, and buried his head deeply: "What's the matter with you!"

He Zhiyuan asked back: "What happened to me?"

"Your painting style in the first two days is obviously not like this. It's obviously...the human being, and you are very disciplined. As soon as we associate, you become genetically mutated and become one, one..." Songran stopped talking. , The three words stuck in the throat for a long time, and finally fired up enough, word by word burst out, "Old! Rogue! Hooligan!"

Sonny and powerful, righteousness and strictness.

He Zhiyuan laughed loudly and made no secret of his hooligan qualities. After laughing, he corrected his attitude and asked Songran: "Don't you like it?"

I like your size.

Songran buried a monkey **** face deeper.

He Zhiyuan said: "If you don't like it, of course I can always be a good gentleman in front of you. However, that way of life would be very boring-a suit and a leather suit, and a gangster, are more interesting. and After you are together, the old hooligan in my bones always can't stay, so he wants to show up when he is fine."

Every man is essentially a hooligan facing the person he likes. How cold the skin under the shirt’s neckline is, and how hot the blood pumped out of the heart is.

Regarding this point, Songran himself understood very well—because after falling into a dream at night, in Mr. He’s arms, he was also an out-and-out little hooligan.

I couldn't help myself, how could he have the face to ask Mr. He.

The little hooligans and the old hooligans tacitly agreed on this aspect and quickly reached a tacit agreement-to fall in love, you have to be a little in love. From now on, no one should be serious. Who can't hold on to lose.

Songran challenged with passion and regretted it in a second.

He Zhiyuan's number of stages is so high that he can't answer the phone through the phone. If he meets in the future, he won't be able to lose until he has no pants left.

Old hooligan, too treacherous!

He dared not say anything, said goodnight to He Zhiyuan in shame, turned off the hood, brushed the pot, washed his hands, and brought three dishes to the table. Just as he was preparing to serve the meal, he saw Bubu resting his cheeks with his hands, blinking a pair of big eyes and looking at him, smiling and unpredictable, as if he had just made some small movements behind his back.

"What happened to you and your dad today, one is more weird than the other." Songran glanced at him, picked up a small bowl to serve him, "Frankly explain, what are you thinking of?"

Bubu swayed from left to right: "I won't tell you!"

Yo, there really is.

Songran pushed his job in front of him, pretending to be displeased: "I've learned how to bully my brother in just a few days, so I will punish you to eat a spoonful of rice."

"Hehehe!"

Bubu grinned, grabbed the small spoon, and ate a bowl full of rice in secret.

On April 14, the colorful footprints moved forward one more frame. Songran took Bobu to 8012B for a general cleaning, planning to greet Mr. He home cleanly.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the two doors on the twelfth floor were opened face to face, and sunlight poured into the central public aisle through the small window of the flower stand. Songran first arrived at 8012B, opened the window to ventilate, sprayed a little air freshener, cloth cloth hugged a bag of rags and detergent and followed closely, put on plastic gloves, wiped the chair diligently, and wiped diligently again table.

Bu Doudou, who is not afraid of the sky, is a little scared at this time.

It squatted at the door, poked its head cautiously, wanting to follow but dare not. After observing for a while, it seemed to feel that the opposite door did not look like a perilous one, so it mustered up its courage to sneak through the fragrance and shade of sunflowers and Casablanca, sneak into the house along the wall of 8012B, jumped onto the low cabinet in the living room, and raised its front paws. , Lying quietly beside a jade brave.

Neither Songran nor Bubu found it, but Xiao Q did.

Little Q can capture the dynamic objects in the field of view without any omissions. It locks the low cabinet, shining red light and chasing it, the camera is aimed at the cloth pocket and sweeps "beep", the red light turns into soft blue light.

This is the first time it has identified a pet.

In terms of function, Xiao Q can of course recognize pets, and the number of "family members" is not limited to humans, but the 8012B has never had pets before, and Xiao Q's function has been asleep. Today it finally found a cat, so excited as if Columbus discovered the New World, brightening the blue light for good.

Bu Doudou had never seen this weird thing before, so scared that his hair stood upside down, he leaned against the wall and gave it a paw.

Meow.

There was a soft meow from Xiao Q's speaker.

Budoudou was dumbfounded, his pupils dilated, and he stared suspiciously at this strange-looking "kind", not sure if it was an enemy or a friend.

Meow meow meow.

Xiao Q changed a batch of "friendly cats' voices," and screamed several times in order to increase the pet's favorability. Who expected Budoudou to show no mercy, and slapped it severely.

In the living room, Xiao Q and Bu Dudou were not successfully establishing a cross-species friendship. At the door of the bedroom, Song Ran took a deep breath and opened the door that belonged to He Zhiyuan.

A typical single male bedroom is exactly what Songran expected.

Beige carpet, light gray big bed, small coffee table, single sofa, wall paint and solid wood texture continue the simple lines of the same origin. Excluding the lamp and clock on the bedside table, as well as the four or five books on the coffee table, there are basically no decorative plants, ornaments and photo frames in the whole room.

The space is also wide.

The books on the coffee table are very thick. Each volume is in English. The titles are either abbreviations or uncommon long words. Songran has a junior high school education, and the number of words that he recognizes is limited. It is not easy to see that the title of the bottom book has only three words, two of which are recognized, one "natural" and one "language". I immediately opened it and read—— The title can still be read two-thirds, the table of contents jumps directly into another dimension, and then the content is turned back, each page is comparable to the heavenly book, large pieces of difficult English paragraphs are mixed with complicated tables and code examples, except for articles, He almost didn't know him.

Songran quickly closed the book and put it back on the coffee table.

Science and engineering... It's too scary, I read alien literature all day long.

In the future, don't try to understand Mr. He's professional field. Instead of doing useless work, it is better to draw a few watercolor rabbit cards and send them to Mr. He as bookmarks. No matter how difficult the professional books are, a cute lop-eared rabbit squatting on the edge of the book and gnawing on a carrot will become cute.

There is a specialization in the surgical industry, and there is no high or low occupation.

Mr. He can build robots, he can draw rabbits, and overall it is a very good match.

Song Ran solemnly comforted herself.

In the past, he was far from being so optimistic. He would definitely be stuck in the gap between the two and unable to get out. But Mr. He said that he likes him, not his education and income. If he struggles again, then I am really sorry. Mr. He's heart is gone.

Songran happily picked up the coffee table, stacked up the books neatly, then walked to the big bed and looked at it expectantly.

In a few days, this bed will belong to him.

My fingertips stroked the flat bedding, no one used it for more than ten days, and the fabric showed a hint of coolness. He slowly leaned down, leaned on the bed, grabbed the only pillow, and sniffed the smell left by Mr. He.

This should be a particular man.

There is no tobacco smell, not even a hint of alcohol. The pure masculine body breath has a touch of perfume tail, deep, rich and sexy, infiltrating his breath and shaking his nerves.

Songran liked it very much.

He felt that his imagination might have gone wrong. Mr. He who has such a taste must be better-looking than the ordinary IT uncle in his mind. No matter how good-looking he is, maybe... it is handsome.

Songran suddenly stood up on the bed, threw down the pillows, and started searching the room for Mr. He's photos-even if he knew in his heart, Mr. He's character would never be placed in the bedroom. He searched around carefully, except for drawers and wardrobes, all the corners and corners were searched, but no picture frame or the like was found.

Alas, it really is an unrealistic fantasy.

Songran sat down on the small sofa, feeling more and more itchy, as if scratched by feathers.

He wants to see Mr. He so much. If he can't help asking for photos now, will he be laughed at? I knew it was difficult to get through today, and I should seize the opportunity of the previous video, even if I hold Bobu together.

Song then regretted it, nestled in the small sofa, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.

Then, he was attracted by a decorative painting on the wall.

This is a decorative painting with little content. Two pairs of small footprints are drawn on square white paper, one is larger, cobalt blue, and the other is smaller, emerald green.

The painting is exquisite and cute, and it doesn't match the style of the bedroom.

Songran felt strange, so he walked to the painting and looked at it carefully, and then he noticed something strange-the two pairs of small footprints were not painted, but printed.

Someone hugged two babies and dipped their feet in paint, marking two pairs of immature marks.

Below the small blue footprints, there is a line of faint pencil words:

Boob, 6 months and 11 days.

And under the small green footprints, there is also a line of pencil words:

Ashley, Happybirthday.

(Ashley, happy birthday)