Day 06 18:22
Song Ran unloaded the big burden of sexuality, and was able to be gay in front of Mr. He. He was in a good mood, and the direct consequence was that he spoke more cheerfully.
He Zhiyuan liked to listen to him chatting, so he leaned on the sofa with his legs open, chatted with him one after another, and observed the state of his underwear by the way, hoping that he could calm his mind, reduce his lust, and take it as a kind of practice test.
Unfortunately it didn't work.
Song Ran didn't know that He Zhiyuan was in an "embarrassing situation". While chatting, he strolled back to the kitchen to take care of his ginger mother and old duck soup. He threw in a few grains of wolfberry, and picked up the half of the apple that he hadn't finished eating just now. "Kacha" bit down: "Well, Mr. He, you are a straight man who was pulled by your roommate to pretend to be gay, painted small colored flags on his face, shouted slogans, held signs, pulled banners, etc., will there be a kind of The feeling of the door to a new world being opened?"
He Zhiyuan agreed: "There is indeed one point."
Song Ran asked, "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by others?"
"Why should you be afraid? Homosexuality is not a bad thing." He Zhiyuan smiled, "Songran, you may have a little misunderstanding of me. I'm not as straight as you think."
slap.
The phone slipped from Song Ran's fingers, almost bathing with the old duck in the pot.
Song Ran was so embarrassed that he groped his hands wildly on the counter and rescued the spinning mobile phone. He Zhiyuan said, "I tend to agree with a theory: Sexuality is not black and white. One hundred percent Straight or curved is a minority in the crowd, and most people’s sexual orientation is somewhere in between, with different proportions.”
"Uh... Then, how much do you... proportion?"
Song Ran's tongue was tied into a thousand knots.
He Zhiyuan replied calmly: "When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I was very confident in my sexuality and felt that there was no possibility of being gay. Later, about ten years ago, I did a Klein Scale in the student club. The results surprised me a bit: heterosexuality predominates, and same-sex relationships are occasionally acceptable. This time last year, I did a more precise aptitude test with my doctor, and the results were similar: I'm not totally against same-sex relationships. . So, to be precise, I'm not really a straight guy."
Song Ran held the spoon in his left hand and the phone in his right, with a stunned expression, obviously not responding.
This, what's the situation
Mr. He came to the top later, and he "come out" to him openly? Why did Mr. He take the initiative to explain this? Both sides reveal their sexual orientation at the same time, suggesting that the sexuality is too serious.
Song Ran's mind was full of wild thoughts. For a while, he felt that Mr. He had "ulterior motives" and coveted his little daisy, and then he felt that he was so shameless that he was so narcissistic that he added inner drama to Mr. He. He didn't know how to react at this time, so he wanted to cover it up, forcibly changed the topic, and discussed with He Zhiyuan about today's dinner. Finally, because the food was almost out of the pot, he wanted to call Bobu to get up, and hurriedly hung up the phone. .
He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard a hurried busy tone in his ear.
Song Ran, why are you panicking
Even I heard something was wrong.
We are neighbors across from each other, and there are still many opportunities to meet in the future. When I really have the idea of starting with you, it is not too late for you to panic.
After dinner that day, Bubu lay beside Songran again and asked him to tell a story.
Song Ran picked out a book from the stack of books, but Bo Bu pushed the pages with his chin, and handed the new toy in his arms like a spoiled child: "Brother, I don't know the story of this rabbit yet, I'll tell you about it today. Bar."
Song Ran stared at the rabbit, a little worried.
Although he had read and illustrated many fairy tales, he was not very good at making up stories. But the child Boob has a unique belief. He believes that every toy he gets is alive, with parents, brothers and sisters, and a colorful past. Only by knowing the stories of the toys can they become real with them. 's good friend.
Song Ran wanted to protect the innocence of Boo Boo, so every time he encountered such a situation, he would rack his brains to make up a story, even if it was not long, only seven or eight sentences.
This time he thought about it and said, "I just had a phone call with your dad, and your dad just happened to tell me the story of this little rabbit. I'll tell you, okay?"
"Huh?" Bobu's eyes lit up, and he focused on the point, "You secretly call Dad!"
"What is stealing, we are upright!" Song Ran raised his eyebrows and scare Bo Bu, "You've been crazy for a day, running around and splashing water, shouldn't I report it to Dad?"
Bubu was unhappy, pouted and protested, "Brother, it's wrong to file a complaint."
Song Ran laughed: "I lied to you, why would I sue you? I complimented you a hundred times. Dad was very happy and said he wanted to tell a story to praise you. It's a pity that you were sleeping at that time, but now, you Awake, he slept, so let me tell you."
Boob's eyes widened in surprise: "Dad can tell stories too?"
Song Ran nodded: "Yes. Your father is so good, there is nothing he can't do. This time, he told a... um, a story of "Straight-Eared Rabbit and Drop-Eared Rabbit"."
Boob hurriedly got up and put the gray fluffy rabbit doll in both hands: "Well, the protagonist is here, brother, tell me, I'm listening."
So, Songran held two soft bunny ears and told Boob a story.
The story takes place in a large forest.
In the forest lived a group of little rabbits, with round eyes like rubies, short tails like snowballs, and a pair of long, straight ears that stood up to the sky. The most important thing is that each of them looks exactly the same, like a series of stamps stamped on paper by the same seal, and no one can tell the difference. Therefore, rabbits usually like to play a game - imitating each other's actions face to face, like looking in a mirror.
However, there is a little rabbit who can't play this game because it doesn't look like everyone else.
Its ears were born curved, hanging on the sides of its head, and could not stand up. Other rabbits laughed at it, saying that it had a pair of bad ears, but it also thought that it had a pair of bad ears.
Good ears should be pricked up, because the truth is there—except for it, every rabbit in the forest has its ears pricked up.
So from one day, the little lop-eared rabbit was determined to change himself.
On the first day, it found two ropes, tied the tips of its ears, and hung itself on a branch, swaying, looking like a swing. It thought: If you pull it like this all day, you should straighten your ears, right
The whole day passed, and the little lop-eared rabbit untied the rope and shook his head excitedly, only to find that his ears were still drooping. It ran to ask the rabbit witch, the rabbit witch told it, silly child, the ears are supported by cartilage, how can the rope be pulled straight
So the next day, the little lop-eared rabbit found two wooden sticks and tied his ears to them. This time, it finally turned into a straight-eared rabbit, happily spinning around in circles. But the small wooden stick is easy to loosen. As long as you walk faster or jump a few times, it will fall to the ground, and the ears that have just been straightened will also collapse.
As a rabbit, how can you not run or jump
Our little lop-eared rabbit usually likes to run and jump.
On the third day, the discouraged little lop-eared rabbit had no choice but to buy a pair of straight-ear headbands, crumpled his drooping ears into small balls, and tried to stuff them into the headbands. He burst into tears in pain, but he thought it was worth it, because now, he was finally a gregarious straight-eared bunny.
It squeezed into the bunnies and wanted to play mirror game with everyone. But the sharp-eyed rabbits immediately found the flaw, called it a liar, and drove it out of the rabbit group.
The little lop-eared rabbit is so sad. It walks alone in the forest and despises its ears, as well as its eyes, tail and claws.
It doesn't like itself at all.
Finally one day, the cold and hungry little lop-eared rabbit met another group of rabbits.
This group of rabbits is very strange, they look nothing like each other. Some have red eyes, some are black and bright, some have white fluffy hair, some are gray, some are big like tree stumps, and some are small like mushrooms. Of course, their ears are also different, some stand up high and some bend down, like two small brooms for mopping the floor.
The little lop-eared rabbit hurried over to say hello, and the group of rabbits happily accepted it.
Here, no one thinks hanging ears is a strange thing, because more or less, everyone has something different. They also never play the game of looking in the mirror, because it is too stupid. They play digging holes, planting vegetables, and running races, which are common games for rabbits.
Here, the little lop-eared rabbit felt a lot of goodwill.
The black-eyed rabbit gave it a treasured carrot cake, the big rabbit gave it a large vegetable leaf to keep out the rain, and the gray fur rabbit gave it a fluffy haystack sofa—whether the eyes are red or not, the fluff is white Whether it is white or not, the ears are straight, the rabbits are good friends who help each other.
The little lop-eared rabbit no longer feels inferior to the ears.
Now he thinks of himself as a pretty, cute, and especially lovable little bunny.
After listening to the story, Bubu quickly took the rabbit back into his arms, stroked its drooping ears, and comforted it, saying, "Don't be sad, you are the best little rabbit, and I will always like you!"
Song Ran asked him, "Which group of rabbits does Bubu like? The first group or the second group?"
Bubu answered very simply: "The second group!"
Song Ran asked why, and Bu Bu tilted his head and said, "It looks so boring. Everyone has red eyes, white fur, and pricked ears. I can't buy this one."
He asked back, "Where is my brother, which group does my brother like?"
Song Ran said with a smile, "I also like the second group, because I am the drooping-eared rabbit."
"Liar, you're not!" Bubu got up with a grunt, and smartly reached out to touch Songran's ears, "Well, your ears are here, and they don't droop at all."
Song Ran grabbed Boo Bo's little hand and carried him and the rabbit doll into his arms.
The four-year-old baby weighs more than 30 pounds. It is heavy and makes people feel warm and at ease.
Song Ran said: "Although my brother doesn't have his ears hanging down, he is different from most people in one way. He was not happy before, and he always felt that he was not good or liked anywhere. I called today. When I talked to your father, I thought he would hate me, but he was very open-minded and didn't say a single heavy word, instead he kept comforting me."
"Like the second group of rabbits?"
Bubu looked up at him.
Song Ran nodded: "Yes."
Bu Bu's heart was full of pride, he beat his little chest and said confidently: "Of course, he is my father, I like you so much, he will definitely like you too. Brother, Don't worry, my dad and I are the second group of rabbits, you are so good, we will always be with you."
The child's eyes are as bright as the morning stars and as deep as the night sky, as if saying forever can really become forever.
There were tears in Song Ran's eyes, but she tried her best to hold it back and said with a smile, "Okay, we will be together forever."