Day 05 21:28
After Bubu painted the colored rabbits, he was done. He blew the drawing paper with satisfaction, handed the children's mobile phone to Songran, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands by himself. When Budoudou saw that the throne was bye-bye, without a second delay, his huge body quickly squeezed into Songran's arms, curling up into a hot, hairy ball.
"He, Mr. He." Song Ran turned to the phone and stuttered at the first word, "Did you sleep well?"
He Zhiyuan opened the curtains, and the morning sun poured in. There was a large area of neatly cut lawns and shrubs in the courtyard. The flowers were in full bloom. A squirrel foraging ran along the fence, stopped halfway, and looked back at his. direction.
He was in a good mood: "I slept very well, how about you?"
Song Ran rubbed the cat's ears: "I... I'm also very good."
It's just that something went wrong when I was dreaming, and I dreamed of you. Although there is only a blurred back, but... but just looking at the back is enough to make people overwhelmed.
Song Ran didn't dare to say this, but her heart was itching so badly that her Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, making a clear saliva swallowing sound. He Zhiyuan heard it and smiled softly: "It seems that you were dreaming of a big meal?"
"Uh, dreamed of crabs... crabs."
Song Ran is bullshitting.
He Zhiyuan: "Do you like eating crabs?"
"Um."
This is true, Songran has a special taste and likes all seafood in the shell.
He Zhiyuan asked, "Which one do you like, hairy crab or king crab?"
"None of them, just ordinary swimming crabs." Song Ran said, "The ointment of hairy crabs is too rich, and it's quite greasy. I don't like it very much."
There's not much chance to eat it anyway.
Every time the autumn crab goes on the market, the price tag of one hundred yuan per catty can scare Song Ran back ten steps. He is a little painter who earns three or four thousand a month, and it is not easy to eat enough. Crabs and so on... At most, he is addicted to his eyes.
He Zhiyuan wrote down his preferences and suggested, "Heshenghui has opened a new place to eat crabs. When I get back, I will take you to eat one day."
"Ah?" Song Ran was flattered, "No, no, no, how can I let you spend money, how embarrassed."
He Zhiyuan didn't mind spending money for him, not to mention that a crab feast of more than a thousand yuan was really not worth spending money on. He settled the matter in three or two sentences without giving Song Ran a second chance to refuse. He was about to ask Songran what else he liked when there was the sound of pattering slippers on the floor, and then Bubu's soft voice: "Brother, I washed two apples, one big and one small. , do you want the left or the right?"
Song Ran thought about it and said, "I want the one on the right."
Bubu giggled for a while: "The right side is the small one, the left one is the big one, my brother's luck is too bad, guess again!"
Song Ran then changed his mouth: "The one on the left."
"Guess right, here it is for you!" Bubu said happily, "Big brother eats big ones, and Bobu eats small ones. That's right."
Then He Zhiyuan heard the sound of chomping on the apple, which was blurred at first, but became much clearer later, as if he was deliberately leaning in front of the receiver to show him how crunchy and sweet the apple was.
"Baba, did you hear that?" Bubule said leisurely, "My brother and I are eating apples. You're not at home, so you don't have to!"
I haven't seen you for a few days, and I learned to laugh.
He Zhiyuan was quite amused, and Song Ran was too happy, he reached out and poked at Bobu's little cheeks: "Don't bully Dad."
"Oh."
Boob nodded, took another big bite of the apple, and twisted his little butt, trying to squeeze Bodoudou off the throne. Budoudoulongyan was furious, his sharp claws hooked out, grabbed Songran's pajama pants and whimpered, but in the end he lost to his body shape, was shoveled away by Bubu's butt, and Gulu rolled into the pile of pillows.
When the clock was set to 9:50, Bubu and Budoudou were back together. They were lying on the carpet and playing with the bell ball. They rolled over and pushed them back, and the bells rang all over the house.
Songran spread out a piece of drawing paper and chatted with Mr. He about a new topic-about Songran's career.
A young man who is good at taking care of children and good at painting, He Zhiyuan, based on his experience, took it for granted that he was an art teacher in an elementary school, Song Ran quickly typed the business draft and said with a smile: "If only I had such a stable job. Yes, but unfortunately I don't. I'm an illustrator, children's illustrator, and illustrations for children's fairy tales. The income is not stable, and it's not enough for a while, so I can barely count as a freelancer."
"It sounds very interesting and warm." He Zhiyuan became interested, "How did you think of doing this business in the first place?"
Song Ran paused and recalled: "I don't have many brothers and sisters in my family. There are many brothers and sisters. It's lively and it's a lot of trouble. Reading picture albums is a big problem. Children like to read picture albums, but parents don't have much to spare. I bought too much money, and there were only a few copies going back and forth, waiting in line one by one, pitiful, and even fighting. I was the eldest in the family at that time, and when I could go to the bookstore by myself, I often copied new albums for them to see. The little radish sat around me, I drew a picture, they read it, and after a long time, I felt like I had a little talent in this area, so I just took it as a profession."
This experience was actually extremely bitter, far from being as warm as Songran said, but after a long time, he enjoyed the bitterness and took it as an ordinary family story.
He Zhiyuan imagined the picture of Song Ran being surrounded by a group of young children. He became more interested and asked, "Where did you study painting later? S City Academy of Fine Arts?"
"I… "
Song Ran froze, not knowing how to answer.
Academy of Fine Arts.
Such a high art palace has always been out of reach for him.
Song Ran has only been to junior high school, and his painting foundation is weak, and his theoretical knowledge is close to zero. Children in the orphanage regard their painting skills as treasures, and they are worthless in the industry. In the first two years of his career, he was caught in the middle of a group of professional painters, and his submissions were frequently rejected. Now the situation has improved a little. Most of the time, he can speak according to his strength, but in some occasions, his education is still a shortcoming that he cannot make up for. Besides not having parents, there are a few things that will make him feel inferior.
There is a high school near the children's magazine. Every time Song Ran goes to submit a manuscript, he can't help but envy when he sees a few teenagers in high school uniforms talking and laughing.
"I... I didn't graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts, and I didn't learn painting systematically." Song Ran was a little flustered, "I took a few lessons from an old painter before, so it's basically self-taught."
Across the phone, He Zhiyuan couldn't feel his subtle emotional changes. He only took time out of his major to learn painting outside his major and praised him for his courage.
Song Ran smiled dryly: "It's okay."
But my heart was full of emptiness, and I couldn't draw any more drafts, so I had to stop writing.
He was afraid that Mr. He would ask some questions that he couldn't answer, so he quickly threw the topic back and asked, "What about you? If you can make a robot like Xiao Q, you must at least read... uh, get a master's degree, right? ?"
He spoke of an advanced degree that, in his mind, was quite remarkable.
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Almost, I am a PhD in artificial intelligence."
"Uh, that... that's awesome."
Never heard of it.
Song Ran embarrassedly expressed his admiration, and then ran out of words, becoming more and more depressed, thinking that there was indeed a 108,000-mile difference between him and Mr. He.
The two of them were not doing well on career topics. He Zhiyuan gradually noticed it and said, "Let's talk about other things? For example, do you and Bubu have plans for the weekend? Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow!" Song Ran's eyes lit up, "I want to take Bubu to Happy Valley, is that okay?"
He Zhiyuan readily agreed.
He hasn't taken Bubu to the playground for a long time. Songran is willing to take on the responsibility of parenting and play with Bubu happily for a day. He is very happy: "Wait a minute, I'll buy you tickets."
Song Ran hurriedly said, "No need, Lin Hui has already bought the ticket."
"Lin Hui?"
He Zhiyuan subconsciously frowned.
"Well, it's like this. She wanted to make up for her mistake last night, so she bought us tickets." Song Ran explained, "Do you mind if she accompanies us tomorrow?"
He Zhiyuan looked slightly sullen, and instinctively felt uncomfortable.
Frankly, he didn't mind.
It's not that he holds grudges, nor that he has a prejudice against Lin Hui - He Zhiyuan's age is far from being too young to care about a little girl who is just entering the society, what he really cares about is his absence.
Songran took Bubu to the amusement park. If there must be a third person to accompany him, then it is obvious that this person should be him. He is Bubu's father and Songran's friend, so his company is justifiable. Lin Hui kindly used this to "make up for it", but it was not wrong, but it made him feel annoyed that his "territory" was being occupied.
What is even more annoyed is that he is far away on the other side of the ocean.
"Mr. He?" The other end of the phone called several times, "I will pay attention to Bobu's personal safety and prevent him from playing thrilling projects. Lin Hui will also watch it for me, is that ok?"
Song Ran asked again expectantly.
He Zhiyuan reluctantly said: "Yes, you guys have fun, remember to take more photos."
At the end of the sentence, he thought that the participation was not enough, and he warned a few words with a parent-like attitude: "Don't play too thrilling projects yourself, especially the jumping machine and roller coaster. The equipment is not new and it is easy to cause accidents. The company sent a car to pick you up, take the children home early in the afternoon, and call me as soon as you get home, remember?"
"… "
Song Ran held the phone and felt warm in her heart.
Bring the child home early, call me as soon as I get home... For him, these words have always been heard only in TV dramas. He thought that this was just a line, and no one would express concern in this way in reality, but He Zhiyuan said exactly the same thing to him.
Lovely.
Song Ran nodded and agreed, "Mr. He, I will go home early."