Day 04 22:37
It took less than five minutes from connecting the phone to clearing the misunderstanding. This straightforward and efficient communication method made Song Ran feel happy, and together with him, it improved a lot of his favorability towards Mr. He.
As an illustrator, Song Ran has suffered from many communication failures. There was a period of bad luck last year. I met some people who had no opinion in the early stage. I asked anything casually, but I was picky in the later stage. I asked the drafter who was not satisfied with everything. No", that was really a mouthful of old blood in my heart, I couldn't spit it out and I couldn't swallow it back, I just wanted to grab the paintbrush and insert it into the other party's Tianling cover.
Every time I stay up late to revise the manuscript, Song Ran will hold a ceremony to insert the brushes No. 4, No. 6 and No. 8 side by side into three sticks of incense. I sincerely pray that the next order will be more reliable. It's all explained, so I don't have to mess with his weak body.
If everyone was like Mr. He without detours or politeness, and everything went straight to the point, the world would have been peaceful long ago.
When Song Ran is in a good mood, she speaks fast. As soon as the chatter box is opened, she mumbles to Mr. He like a rabbit, saying that it was so sad to send Bobu to school today. She knew that there was a key call waiting. He, he must get rid of the bad habit of getting up early, sleep for half an hour and go back to sleep before going out.
"Who said that the early bird catches the worm?" He looked resentful, "I just woke up too early to starve to death."
He Zhiyuan smiled slowly, and took the empty cup to the kitchen to clean it. On the way, a cunning thought broke into his mind: "I have a very simple way to prevent this kind of situation from happening, do you want to know? "
Song Ran was immediately excited: "What can I do?"
He Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes: "Do you mind telling me your mobile phone number?"
"Hand, mobile phone number... Hey, yes!"
Song Ran patted the pillow and suddenly realized - knowing the mobile phone number, they no longer have to rely on that simple children's mobile phone. Of course, Mr. He can contact him at any time.
He quickly reported a series of numbers. He Zhiyuan was washing the coffee cup and couldn't get his hands free. He recited the eleven-digit numbers attentively and memorized the eleven-digit numbers: "Okay, I remember. You have a pen and paper in your hand. Well, also write down my number, and if you encounter any troubles that cannot be resolved these days, call me in time."
"You, your number..."
Song Ran hesitated, hesitating.
To be honest, how could he not want Mr. He's phone number? But Mr. He really gave it to him. Even if they officially exchanged contact information, it may not be too strange from the perspective of employers and nannies, but Songran always felt that there was something elusive in it. For example, can he take the opportunity to go further with Mr. He...
Ah, it really is spring, I want to fall in love, I want to go crazy, even married straight men are conscientiously included in the scope of sexual obscenity!
The little virgin was ashamed and lowered his head to cover half of his face.
After thinking about it, he decided to restrain himself and stifle the unwanted thoughts in the bud: "Mr. He, you don't need to give me your number. I will take good care of Boob and not bother you."
He Zhiyuan smiled when he heard the words: "I think 'troubling me' is also a good way to take care of Boobu. You see, as Boobu's father, I am naturally a high-quality resource, which is provided for free and not limited. Number of times, are you sure you want to leave such a good resource like me unused, busy yourself, and allow me to sit back and enjoy the success?"
That reason sounds pretty convincing, but why is the weirdness more pronounced
Song Ran couldn't figure it out, and tugged at the ends of his hair in distress.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Zhiyuan added: "Songran, trust me, you will need me. No matter how sensible Boobo is, he is still young and more prone to accidents than adults. No one can tell when an emergency will come. , in case you have a cold and fever, it will be enough for you to toss for a few days."
As soon as it came to the security issue of Bubu, Songran immediately changed his mind, feeling that the phone number was not only justified, but also very important. He was ashamed of his previous thoughts, took out his mobile phone, wrote down Mr. He's number, confirmed it three times, and then stared at the "contact name" for a while.
Mr. He's surname is He, but what's his name
"Uh, He... Dad? Is it okay to write Dad He in the note?" he asked, "Or Mr. He?"
"He Zhiyuan." The other side replied generously, "Gabei, Zhiyuan is so peaceful and so far."
Song Ran's hands were fast, and he deleted the word "Dad" in response, and began to rummage through the full screen of Chinese characters: "To... Yuan... Ah, I found it!"
He pressed "Save" and looked at the three words "He Zhiyuan" on the screen, the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly, revealing a smile that he didn't even notice: "Your name is so elegant, it was given by the elders in the family. ?"
"'you'."
Song Ran was stunned: "Ah? I took it? How... how is it possible?"
He Zhiyuan was about to be defeated by his cuteness, and the cup almost fell into the sink: "It's not a name, it's a salutation - don't use 'you', use 'you'. You have been using it since the first phone call Call me by honorific title. I am indeed a few years older than you, but in terms of relationship, we are neighbors and friends, so there is no need to be so polite."
"Oh, okay... okay."
Song Ran nodded in agreement.
He thought that Mr. He was older than himself and had a higher social status than himself, so it would never be wrong to call him "you". But calling it that again when the relationship is close does seem too unfamiliar, but even more impolite. So he took the initiative to correct his mistakes and practiced saying, "You... uh, you..."
He Zhiyuan held the empty cup in his left hand and the handle of the dishwasher in his right hand, waiting patiently for him to speak.
Song Ran didn't think about what to say, and after struggling with "you" for a long time, she came up with a short but very powerful question: "Are you... wearing clothes?"
After asking, he threw himself a crisp slap.
Even though He Zhiyuan is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, this time he was really stunned for a while, and then he laughed out loud, ready to answer "no clothes" to amuse him. Before he could speak, there was a burst of collapsed howling from the opposite side: "No, no, that's not what I meant! Absolutely not! I just... I mean... That, you, you, you have to get up when you wake up. Get dressed, get dressed and, uh, have breakfast... You, have you had breakfast yet?!"
The tweeters stopped broadcasting, and both sides fell into an awkward silence.
At first, He Zhiyuan didn't feel too embarrassed, he was just curious about Song Ran's erratic brain circuit. After this choking voice finished, every word seemed to add fuel to the fire, so much so that he could smell it across the phone now. To the hot embarrassing breath.
This neighbor is too personal.
He Zhiyuan, a gentleman, has always given steps if he can, and has never done anything that exposes people's shortcomings or discredits people's faces. He smiled casually, pretending to believe Songran's explanation: "The company provides breakfast, and I usually go to the company to eat."
"Then... ok, is it delicious?"
The embarrassment continued to ferment, and in order to support her face, Song Ran bit her head to find a topic.
He Zhiyuan answered in the negative and shrugged: "There are many varieties, honey toast, croissant, oatmeal, fried egg, smoked bacon, vegetable juice... The advantage is that the nutrition is balanced and the calories are sufficient, the disadvantage is that it is too American, in terms of taste. , it's definitely not as good as the little wontons you made."
"real?"
The small handmade wonton workshop was rated five stars by Mr. He, and it crushed the modern standard large kitchen. Chef Song was overwhelmed and couldn't help himself, and the remaining embarrassment disappeared in an instant: "If you like it, when you return to China, you can come to my house every morning..."
He Zhiyuan pointed out again: "'you'."
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" Song Ran lightly bit the tip of her tongue as a punishment for herself, and quickly corrected her slip of the tongue, "When 'you' come back to China, you can come to my house every morning... eat small wontons."
"Okay." He Zhiyuan gladly accepted the invitation, "I am very happy."
After tidying up the kitchen and returning to the living room, He Zhiyuan glanced at the wall, and suddenly stopped, showing a look of surprise - the monitoring screen had changed at some point, Song Ran's clear face was projected on the wall, and he was seriously Staring at him, no, staring at Xiao Q's front-facing camera.
The youth has a good appearance, because he is not young, with a little lively childishness between his eyebrows and eyes, he looks bright, but in the camera, he is a little funny.
In order to expand the monitoring area, the small Q is equipped with a wide-angle fisheye lens, and the picture will be distorted to a certain extent. A mature correction algorithm is used in the project, and the distortion is usually not serious, but Song Ran is too close to the lens, and the nose is almost sticking up, causing the facial features to be distorted, the whole face is fat, and it looks round.
But even such a deformed face is full of bright and vigorous vigor.
Song Ran's eyelashes are dense and long, the ends are naturally upturned, and the bottom pair of eyes are black and clear, clearer than amber under the soft light, reminiscent of a newborn baby deer. Because I didn't know the camera was on, the look of curiosity or wonder flowed unobstructed from these eyes, which was especially frank and attractive.
Looking straight at him, He Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, his chest was stagnant, as if a heavy stone was pressing down, but he could hardly hold back some kind of budding, long-lost emotion.
He asked, "What are you doing?"
Song Ran in the picture tilted his head and smiled: "Guess."
He Zhiyuan pretended not to guess: "Watching the stars on the balcony?"
"The smog is so heavy, where can there be stars to show me." Song Ran smiled brighter, "I'm looking at your robot."
Just now, after Xiao Q inspected the living room, he slowly moved to the door of the room. Lin Hui didn't close the door tightly when he left, leaving a gap, and it came in generously. Song Ran was just rubbing the pillow and was bored. Seeing that it was white and round like a boiled egg with only its shells peeled off, she became more playful, stretched her legs to intercept Xiao Q, squatted in front of it, and looked at this harmless cute thing. .
He Zhiyuan asked, "How's your impression?"
"Hmm..." Song Ran's eyes moved slightly, glanced up and down at Xiao Q for a while, then jumped back a few steps, curled his knuckles and tapped his chin, carefully scrutinized, "It's not quite what I imagined. I thought The robots are like sci-fi movies, uh, human-like, with two arms and two legs, and a stiff, artificial face."
"Do you prefer human figures?"
Song Ran closed his eyes and imagined for a second, then suddenly his hair stood upright, and he shook his head and said, "I don't like it! There is a humanoid machine at home, and I will be scared to death when I see it in the middle of the night. I like it, the shape is simple, like a big silkworm cocoon, no matter how you look at it, it's cute, right?"
As he said that, he reached out and touched Xiao Q's smooth casing.
Mr. He then told him: "There is a theory in robotics, called uncanny valley, which means that human beings will have a strong fear of a machine that is very human-like, and then feel repulsive, so when doing exterior design, it is generally divided. For two genres, one takes the extreme simulation route, until it is difficult to distinguish the true from the fake, and the other completely abandons the human appearance and takes the minimalist route, just like Xiao Q.”
Song Ran understood it roughly, and had another admiration for He Zhiyuan: "Mr. He, you are amazing."
He Zhiyuan corrected for the third time: "'you'."
"Ah, sorry!"
Song Ran stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.
Little Chef Song, who had no idea that he was exposed to the camera, was in high spirits. He sat cross-legged and harassed the big silkworm cocoon. Seeing that he likes his works, He Zhiyuan answers the same questions patiently, no matter how unprofessional the question is.
"There's a row of blue lights on top of the logo. It goes dark every few seconds and then lights up again. What's the use?"
He Zhiyuan replied, "That's the breathing light, which means the camera is working."
"Camera..." Song Ran in the picture looked left and right, as if looking for a camera. Suddenly, the wall went dark, and a finger swiped in front of the camera and quickly swiped back, "Is it this one?"
In the next moment, Song Ran's face changed suddenly, followed by a loud bang, and the whole wall was black.
He Zhiyuan took the phone to a distance, shook his shoulders and laughed.
When the projection screen lights up again, the lens is covered with a thick layer of water vapor, and when the water vapor dissipates, the picture is already empty, and only the camellia red cloth sofa, thick woven curtains, curved wooden walls, and recessed light strips can be seen. Then hid.
He Zhiyuan stood with arms folded and waited calmly in place.
After a while, the monitoring screen began to rotate automatically, the camera swept 180 degrees, and was frozen at the position behind Xiao Q, and Song Ran's dumbfounded face appeared in the center of the screen again.
"Why are you still taking it around!"
Song Ran roared in shame, stretched out his hand to cover it, and blocked the camera again, the two earlobes quickly burned red, and his cheeks were so hot that a pan of scallion pancakes could be made.
He Zhiyuan said happily: "What are you hiding, how old are you and still shy?"
Song Ran pulled out a thread from her chaotic thoughts, feeling that it was a bit overreacting. He calmed down, recited "good neighborly friendship, harmonious diplomatic relations" N times, and slowly let go.
So He Zhiyuan saw Song Ran sitting against the wall, with a big pillow in his arms, his cheeks flushed, staring at the camera angrily: "I, I'm not shy, I just feel a little lost... You, what? , among the neighbors, the camera is on, at least remind me."
He Zhiyuan apologized to him with a smile, and he rubbed his face angrily, still resentful: "Mr. He, this is your home, I will definitely not stop you if you want to turn on the camera, besides, there is nothing I can't watch, But isn't it...isn't it particularly bad for you?"
"Yes, very bad."
He Zhiyuan admitted his mistake as he meant, with a sincere attitude, and a little pet like coaxing a child, so that Song Ran didn't know what to pick up. He stroked two locks of hair awkwardly and tugged at his neckline, trying to look as good as possible.
The icy blue indicator light alternates between light and dark, slowly and gently, like the sea water that washes over the beach at high tide.
At the other end of the indicator light, Mr. He looked into his eyes.
Seeing how embarrassed he is now, will Mr. He laugh at him or despise him
He doesn't seem to be very photogenic. In the afternoon, he put on a crumpled T-shirt and ran to the magazine's social media. When he came back in the evening, he bought a fried noodles on the way. Chicken coop-shaped, sitting cross-legged is too casual, and naively hiding behind Xiao Q... It was such a mess on the first side, how can I save it in the future
Oh, and that phone call that lasted 1 hour, 39 minutes, 18 seconds.
Song Ran thought of the phone, and lowered his shoulders depressedly - forget it, it's not saved, his current image is not much different from that of an idiot, and it is difficult to think of worse than this, unless he is ingenious and streaking in front of the camera.
Wait a minute, streaking? !
He raised his head suddenly and stammered and asked: "Just now, in Boob's room, is this camera just, has been..."
He Zhiyuan: "Yes."
Song Ran's face was scorched by thunder and thunder: "So I took off... Tuotuo Tuotuo... Did you see it too?"
"I see, I'm in good shape." He Zhiyuan calmly played a hooligan and praised him, "Exercising regularly is a good habit, and it will be maintained in the future."
Song Ran sobbed and fell down, grabbed the pillow and pressed it hard on his face, wishing he could suffocate to death.
He Zhiyuan is an uncompromising master in speaking. After two minutes of coaxing, Song Ran forgot about the embarrassment, and instead introduced his exercise method, and made an alarmist saying, "Men after the age of 30 can easily grow a small belly. He reminded Mr. He to pay attention to exercise and not to give up his figure because he was too busy with work.
He Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word, kindly saved him face, and didn't break his door.
They chatted eagerly for a long time, Song Ran suddenly propped his chin and sighed towards the camera that flashed blue and purple light in front of him. He Zhiyuan asked him what was going on, but he didn't pay attention, and a small resentment came out: "Only you can see me, but I can't see you, how unfair!"
After he finished speaking, he was completely stunned, dumbfounded, just wanting to go back in time, bite the words and swallow them back.
He Zhiyuan lowered his head and smiled.
He found that he didn't mind Song Ran's almost coquettish complaint, nor the almost reckless request behind this complaint, and even thought that this request was very clever and made him happy.
"As long as you want, you can see me now." He Zhiyuan said, "This room is my small theater and a remote conference room. The screen is right in front of you, and the projector is right behind you. There is a switch 20 centimeters above your head, press it and recite until ten, we will be fair."