Day 05 07:19
The next day was a Saturday, Song Ran woke up in a bed of sunshine and saw a small red foot resting on his chest, five toes moving from time to time, like a row of jumping piano keys.
Bubu slept unrestrainedly, turned ninety degrees in one night, and was about to fall off the edge of the bed. Song Ran picked up the child and sent it back to the quilt. Bo Bu hadn't woken up yet. He smashed his mouth twice in his dream, turned around and hugged the eiderdown quilt tightly, and gnawed on it with saliva.
I really want to put a cute pacifier on him.
Song Ran thought.
Lin Hui didn't have time to go home last night, and temporarily slept in the next room. She came out yawning in the morning and found that the door of the living room was open, and the door of 8012A in the corridor was also open. It was transparent and the interior was clearly visible. A loud and shrill cat meow came over, full of anger, no matter how you heard it, it was swearing.
"Songran, what is your cat doing?"
Lin Hui knocked on the door.
Song Ran squatted on the ground, his right hand was bitten by the cloth pocket in his mouth, and he held a can in his left hand and tried to open it with his teeth. He frowned and said, "Didn't you come back last night, my ancestors were hungry and blown up."
Lin Hui opened the can for him and poured it into a small bowl.
Budoudou smelled the smell of chicken, and finally released Songran after serving his sentence, but his anger did not disappear.
Weekends are relaxed and breakfast is more plentiful than usual: a plate of pan-fried small tofu, a plate of salted edamame, a plate of spiced beef, and three bowls of white porridge in a small casserole, each garnished with meat floss, preserved egg and mustard in the center. Boob enjoys VIP treatment and an extra glass of fresh milk.
Lin Hui helped set up the dining table, and her eyes began to follow Song Ran around, thinking that he was also handsome in a plaid apron, and he was also handsome when he put the tableware and chopsticks on the dining table one by one. The more I like it, the more love bubbles fly around.
Her gaze was too hot, Song Ran was embarrassed to be stared at, and filled her with a spoonful of porridge: "Eat, don't look at it."
Lin Hui shook his head: "No!"
Song Ran held up the casserole and spoon: "Am I good-looking?"
Lin Hui grinned, turned her head and asked Bobu, "Is brother Songran good-looking?"
"nice!"
Boob answered loudly.
So it turned into two people staring at Song Ran together.
Song Ran lost a crushing defeat in front of Lin Hui's rude flirting skills, blushing with embarrassment, reached out and scratched her short hair, don't go back to the kitchen awkwardly.
After breakfast, Lin Hui said goodbye and went back to school, while Song Ran took Bubu to the vegetable market to "experience life".
"Experience life" is a regular parent-child activity in kindergartens. Mom and Dad complete a small life theme with their baby every weekend, such as baking cookies and sharing them with other children on Monday, or planting wheatgrass and watching it grow from seed to green seedlings The process of seedling, scribbling and painting to make a record book.
He Zhiyuan is busy with work, and has always entrusted this "small fight" activity to the nanny, who has never taken it seriously, only Song Ran thinks it is very important.
At least, this is the "big thing" for the child.
This week Boob's little task is "find a round vegetable". With an environmental bag in his hand and a hundred dollars in his pocket, he probed his head and followed Songran into the vegetable market. There were many people in the vegetable market, and Boo Boo had never been there before, so he was a little cautious. Song Ran demonstrated the process of picking vegetables and paying for the bill several times. Bubu learned quickly and started to jump between the stalls like a rabbit.
Song Ran took out her mobile phone and took pictures with Boo Bo.
"Purple potato, three yuan and six!"
Boob holds a purple potato in each hand and holds it on top of his head, posing as a Mickey Mouse shape.
Click, Song Ran pressed the shutter.
"Zucchini, two yuan and eight!"
Boob held a few zucchini on his chest in a warm bouquet.
Click, Song Ran pressed the shutter again.
"Pumpkin, five dollars and four!"
Boob carried a pumpkin on his shoulders, clenched his fists and raised his head, dressed as a strong man.
Click, Song Ran pressed the shutter for the third time.
The two bought half a bag of "round vegetables", and finally wandered to a radish stand, where carrots, white radishes, and purple radishes were readily available. Bubu picked up the radish on tiptoe, feeling that this is also round, and that is also round, he bulged his cheeks and hesitated. At first, Song Ran played with him happily, but later felt the air pressure above his head getting more and more terrifying.
Isn't this the mother-in-law who thought he gave birth out of wedlock? !
Although the mother-in-law is old, her eyes are sharp. She looked at Songran and then at Boobu, which perfectly deepened the misunderstanding. She stood up tremblingly and asked, "Little girl, how old is Nong?"
Bubu was full of energy: "Hello, mother-in-law, I'm four years old!"
The mother-in-law probably did not expect that a child from a single-parent family would be so cheerful, and her expression was obviously taken aback. She stared at Bubu's little face for a while, her eyes were slightly red, as if remembering some dead memory, she pulled a plastic bag, picked up a few round and fat white radishes and put them in it, saying He said, "Mother-in-law helped Nong pick radishes, cut and collect banknotes, and give them away for nothing."
Although radishes are not worth a lot of money, they are the business that my mother-in-law relies on to make a living. Song Ran didn't want to take advantage of others by misunderstanding, so she hurried to stop her, but was clapped away.
The mother-in-law glared at him, her face was fierce, but her tone was kind: "Nong raised his son alone, he must have suffered a lot? Raising Karma, I came out to help you buy vegetables at a young age. It's easy to cut, easy to cut. Promising."
Saying that, he tied the plastic bag tightly and handed it to Bubu.
Boob held the white radish and asked strangely, "Mother-in-law, why don't you accept the money?"
The mother-in-law smiled and said, "Kannon is happy."
Boob accepted this reason and said very obediently: "Teacher wants everyone to find round vegetables. Mother-in-law's radish happens to be round. Thank you mother-in-law! I like you too!"
The mother-in-law was moved to tears by his words, grabbed Songran's hand, pointed to the pork stall opposite, and instructed: "The child is growing, so the nutrition must keep up. Master Ge's spare ribs are very fresh, go buy them. A few pieces, go home and make a radish soup, do you know how to cut it?"
Boob followed Songran's clothes, looking forward with anticipation: "Radish soup!"
Song Ran thanked her mother-in-law, put the radish in a reusable bag, squatted down, and said with a smile, "Okay, my brother will cook you radish soup."
Song's Love Pork Ribs Radish Soup, sliced ginger, sliced green onion, two bottle caps of cooking wine, simmered on high heat for three hours, simmered into a white soup, the radish pieces floated up and down, the texture was soft and glutinous, the color was transparent, and then sprinkle a layer to cut Crushed shallots, the tempting fragrance fills the whole living room.
Boob was so greedy that he didn't even bother with the cat, so he took the initiative to tie a small canvas for himself, jumped on the dining chair, and sat upright and waited for the feeding.
After dinner, there was a leisurely nap time, Song Ran hugged Boo Boo and told him a story about the adventures of radishes. Originally, he would be able to sleep after speaking, but Bobu had just drank radish soup, and he was particularly concerned about when the radish was in the pot, and kept asking "Is the pot going to appear?" Song Ran's radish finally escaped, but the fate was ruthless. After several twists and turns, it ended sadly in a soup pot. It took him two hours to make up the whole story, and he almost cried.
When He Zhiyuan called in the evening, Bo Bu was sitting on Song Ran's lap, holding a large flat-tip pen to paint.
This time it's not colored pencils, but real watercolors.
He held the phone in his left hand, and Song Ran gently held his right hand, dipped in paint, added water, adjusted the shade, and then applied it carefully, stroke by stroke.
On the paper is a plump white radish, half buried in the soil and half exposed, next to a long-eared gray rabbit squatting, pulling the radish leaves out.
"Baba, I'm drawing radishes!" Boob said sweetly, "When the drawing is finished, I'll show it to other children and tell them the story of radishes."
He Zhiyuan said happily: "What's the story of radish?"
Boob said, "Of course the radish has a story! It was originally a small seed, buried in the soil, it grew and grew, and one day it grew up and was pulled out by the rabbit. The rabbit couldn't eat such a big radish. , give it to my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law gave it to me, my brother made soup, and finally I drank it all!"
His tone was light and cute, He Zhiyuan laughed and asked him, "Did your baby learn to draw radishes?"
Bubu shook his head shyly: "Not yet."
"So... Brother Songran drew it?"
"Yes." Boob nodded. "My brother drew the radish and the rabbit. I just need to paint. Baba, let me tell you, painting is fun, just dip it in paint and stir it in the grid. , and add water, and then, and then a brush here, a brush there... oops!"
He was so excited when he spoke that he couldn't control his strength, and a stroke of rose red was painted on the outside of the radish.
Bubu stared blankly at the dazzling red line, feeling guilty, raised his head, and looked at Songran with big black eyes from bottom to top: "Brother, I accidentally drew it... I'm sorry."
There was a hint of water in his eyes, and his voice was low.
Song Ran quickly comforted him: "It's alright, my brother often draws outside, so let's change it."
As he said that, he picked up a small pen and drew a few more radishes next to the original radish, and happened to circle the wrongly painted rose red in the middle.
"Look, has it been changed?"
"Wow!" Boob stared at the newly grown radish and exclaimed, "Brother is amazing!"
Song Ran smiled, and continued to hold his little hand to paint. Bo Bu was busy in his hand, but his mouth was idle. He began to live broadcast the whole painting process to He Zhiyuan. After a while, he painted radish leaves, the green ones were so beautiful, and then he painted rabbit eyes again. , the red is really nice.
He Zhiyuan just finished the first watercolor painting in his life with Boob across the phone.
To be honest, it is inevitable for children to be noisy when they are excited. He Zhiyuan couldn't stand it very much before, and always hoped that he would be quieter, but now he thinks it's cute that Bobu is jumping up and down.
This child is sensitive to colors, sensitive to shapes, likes to talk in small details, and has a bright and lively laughter. Occasionally, he would make a small mistake, and when he made a mistake, he would be nervous. He eagerly asked Songran for help. When the matter was resolved, he would return to the lively baby who likes to toss and toss happily.
I can't call it cute and quiet, but it's really cute.
I really want to pick him up and kiss him, pierce him with a short beard that hasn't been shaved, and let him unfettered in his arms to release his nature, act like a spoiled child, and laugh like this.
When He Zhiyuan found out that he and Bu Bu were on the phone, Song Ran usually didn't interrupt. Only when Bu Bu asked a question did he answer briefly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rare interaction between their father and son.
Although there are not many words, every sentence is thoughtful and patient. He Zhiyuan even doubts that Songran's tolerance for children is innate and has no bottom line. Once, when Bobu drilled the horns, he insisted on painting the rabbit in color. Song Ran explained to him several times in a soft voice, saying that there are no colored rabbits in the world. Boobu was stubborn and had a life-and-death decision. He Zhiyuan thought that Songran should be angry, but Songran just smiled and said, let's paint a best-looking colored rabbit with a set of the most beautiful colors.
In front of children, Song Ran has always been gentle and calm, but in front of He Zhiyuan, Song Ran has always been unable to get rid of the little tension in her heart, stammering, and always likes to fight with her teeth.
He Zhiyuan didn't know which way he liked him more, or...
Actually like it.