Pastel Colours

Chapter 18

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Day 07 06:05

The weekend passed in the blink of an eye, and the cycle of Monday arrived as scheduled. Bubu is going to kindergarten, Songran has to rush through the mountains of manuscripts, and Mr. He, who is far away in a foreign country, gets up early in the morning and returns at night, and has to work overtime in the face of more terrifying devils than the previous week.

Every building in this metropolis, every family of three in every window, lives a similar life.

Busy, regular and happy.

Even if they can't get together, there is more of a cross-ocean miss between each other, which is also a bitter happiness.

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the bedroom, Songran thought it would be a peaceful week - he had a harmonious relationship with He Zhiyuan, and cultivated an ambiguous sense of intimacy. Life has been on the right track, and for the next ten days, all he has to do is to live step by step and take care of Boob by the way.

But he didn't expect that this fucking life was unwilling to be lonely, and perseverance dug another big hole for him.

At six o'clock in the morning, Songran turned off the alarm clock, woke up Boobu, put on his coat and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Wonton wrappers are wrapped in fingernail-sized minced meat and rolled in boiling water. A layer of egg liquid is condensed into a golden egg skin in a small frying pan. Spread shrimp, vegetables and shallots in the middle. Roll up with a spatula and cut into three pieces. plate. Take another plain porcelain soup bowl, arrange the seaweed, shrimp skin and refined salt. The small wontons slide into the bowl one by one, pour the fresh soup, and serve them on the table together with the egg rolls.

Breakfast is ready, but the house is quiet, the bedroom door is closed, and there is no sound of brushing your teeth and washing your face in the bathroom.

The little slacker stayed in bed today

No, I slept quite early yesterday.

Song Ran had a bad premonition, and hurriedly pushed the door in, opened the curtains, and let the abundant sunlight illuminate the bedroom. He saw Bo Bu huddled in the bed without a word, his face was flushed, and his skin was damp and hot. Sweaty hair stuck to the side of his forehead, and his whole body was sluggish, like a wilted leaf. He probed the child's forehead with the back of his hand, the temperature was terrifyingly hot, he rushed to the bedside table and pulled out an oral thermometer.

The mercury column began to move up like crazy from the position without the scale, crossing 36 degrees, 37 degrees, 38 degrees, and approaching 39 degrees. Song Ran stared at the extremely thin scale, so nervous that she could barely breathe.

Eventually, the mercury column stopped just a block away from 39 degrees.

38.9 degrees.

Song Ran took out the thermometer, put it on the pillow, inserted her ten fingers deeply into her hair, and rubbed it a few times with great regret.

It's his bad.

It was he who was negligent, just queuing up to buy ice cream, that made Bo Bu drenched in water. Later, although I dried and changed into new clothes, I forgot to dry my hair.

Running for hours in the wind with wet hair on his head would have given him a fever.

Song Ran looked at Bubu's drowsy and painful face, and felt a surge of guilt in her heart. He ran to the living room, grabbed his wallet, keys, mobile phone, wet tissues, filled a pot of warm water as quickly as possible, swept the egg rolls into the lunch box, stuffed these things into his shoulder bag, and held the cloth Bu went to the hospital.

He Zhiyuan didn't care about money when he bought a house back then, so he chose the best location in District X, which was not only close to the kindergarten, but also only one block away from the Affiliated Hospital of University F.

Song Ran looked at the light spots within walking distance on the mobile phone map, and was very grateful.

He wrapped the cloth in a thick down jacket, hooded his head, and was impervious to the wind. He ran to the hospital in ten minutes, and worked hard to line up to get a pediatric number. The child is a family’s treasure, and the whole family is usually dispatched to grab the number. At 7:00 in the morning, there are already 100 people out of the queue, and it takes several hours to see the doctor. Song Ran was so anxious that he could not help burning his liver, so he had to wait in the crowded waiting area.

When Bubu was thirsty, he took out the kettle and poured some warm water. When Boo Bo was hungry, he poked open the egg roll with chopsticks and fed it to him in small pieces. Most of the time Boo Bo was in a drowsiness, and he stayed still, using himself as a bed.

During this period, the body temperature was measured again, and it was 39 degrees, which was 0.1 degrees higher than before.

Song Ran was so anxious that he glanced at his watch every few seconds, then looked up at the electronic number plate. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the thing was probably broken.

He felt like every second was like a year.

When the kindergarten opened at 8:00, Songran called the teacher and said that Boob had a fever today and needed to ask for leave. After nine o'clock, he received a call from the teacher and learned some bad news.

In addition to Boob, five other children in the same class also took sick leave.

The reason is chickenpox.

Spring is a period of high incidence of chickenpox in young children. Children live in the same room, eat, sleep and play together, which is easy to infect each other. Therefore, the cases of chickenpox in kindergartens are usually explosive. The teacher reminded Songran that Boob's fever may not be due to cold, but the early symptoms of chickenpox, which requires special attention.

Compared with chickenpox, Songran would rather Bubu is a simple cold and fever.

He hung up the phone, held Boob to the brightly lit window, and carefully observed the small white face. Unfortunately, he did find a small reddish pimple on the tip of the child's brow. He lifted his bangs and saw the same two pimples on his forehead.

Song Ran's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked if it was itchy. Bubu nodded in discomfort, and subconsciously reached out to scratch it. Song Ran hurriedly stopped him and comforted: "It's alright, let's bear it, and when the doctor uncle prescribes medicine for you, the itching will no longer be on your body."

Boob had already developed acne, and it was not difficult to diagnose. After calling the number, he only sat in the doctor's office for less than five minutes and came out.

Definitely chickenpox.

Fortunately, in addition to the bad news, there is another piece of good news that reassured Songran: Boo Boo had been vaccinated against chickenpox before, and this time he was hit with breakthrough chickenpox. The doctor didn't take it for granted, and instructed them to take precautions in isolation, cleaning, and diet. After prescribing a few boxes of external medicine, they went home to rest.

Song Ran went to the pharmacy to pay for the medicine, stuffed it into a shoulder bag, and carried Bubu back to Bishuiwan Residence.

He Zhiyuan is not at home, Song Ran is the only one who can take care of Bubu.

This child belongs to him now, and he has to take 12% of the responsibility regardless of health or illness.

He turned on the heating at full capacity, gave Bubu a warm bath, put on clean pajamas, removed the sheets, quilt covers and pillowcases, and soaked them all in the disinfectant. Bubu had just got chickenpox and it was a little itchy. He couldn't help but want to scratch it. Songran trimmed his nails and rounded the edges and corners. If you feel uncomfortable, just hug the bunny, or tell your brother that he will apply medicine for you, okay?"

Boob said in a milky voice, "Okay."

If your child has chickenpox, you should eat a lighter lunch. Song Ran boiled a bowl of white rice porridge, served it with a spoonful of pickles and fed it to Bobu, then closed the curtains and left him to rest quietly in the room. There was still a bowl of cold wontons left in the dining room, Song Ran heated it up in the microwave, took a few bites and went back to the living room to start rushing the draft.

The backlog of drawings and the troubles came one after another, but he couldn't stop working.

There are only more than 4,000 left in the bank card. Today, I went to the hospital and spent a lot of money. In the next ten days, there will be other expenses one after another. He has to get the manuscript fee as soon as possible to survive.

In this manuscript in the afternoon, it depicts a small boat floating on the shore of shallow water and leaning on a wooden bridge.

wooden bridge.

It reminds Songran of someone.

There is also such a wooden bridge in the garden of Bishuiwanju. He once stood on the bridge and looked back and saw a certain man. A glimpse of Jinghong from afar caught his heart at first sight, and since then he disappeared into the vast sea of people, never having the chance to see him again.

He put down his paintbrush, opened the drawer, and took out the cherished sketch.

Behind the cleaned glass, the Infiniti male god is still as handsome as first seen - high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, eyebrows like a single-edged sword, and the corner of his lips is raised on one side when he smiles. Thick lines rubbed a layer of paper, still releasing amazing male hormones.

Song Ran kissed his lips lightly through the glass, and pressed the photo frame into his arms.

Honey, do you really live here

No, it doesn't really matter to me anymore.

I came here only to be closer to you. I went to every corner of Bishuiwan Residence, every morning and evening, trying to find your figure, but luckily I found a little baby at the door of my house that is cuter than an angel, and I also met him, who is clearly excellent everywhere, and only A stupid dad who can't take kids.

All these experiences came to me suddenly along with my love for you.

You brought it to me.

So, even if I haven't had the chance to see you in the future, I don't feel sorry anymore. It's a beautiful thing to like you. It's like a string of wind chimes hanging by the window. When the first one is tossed, the rest will follow, touch each other, and make a jingling sound.

I came after you and met them on the way.

This is a special kind of luck.

Songran put the portrait of the male god back in the drawer and began to draw his "The Little Wooden Boat Looking for Oars" seriously.

His speed has always been guaranteed. On average, he can catch 3 pages of drafts a day. Today, he stopped painting from time to time to take care of Bubu, which delayed a little progress. He rushed 2 pages in one afternoon, and planned to stay up late to finish the rest.

At dinner time, Bubu was covered in hot sweat, and his body temperature finally began to drop, and the burning was not so bad.

Song Ran lifted the quilt, took the wet little otter to the bathroom, took a hot shower again, and dried his body with a sterilized towel. A few hours later, the rash began to break out in a concentrated manner, and more than a dozen rashes appeared one after another, on the arms, calves, stomach, and face, causing a fair and exquisite doll to be broken.

Bubu was so itchy that it rubbed and rubbed like a loach in Songran's arms. He wanted to grab two hands secretly, but his little hand was clasped.

He looked at Songran aggrievedly and said, "Brother, itchy."

Song Ran said: "You have to work hard to hold back the itching. The more you scratch these pimples, the more you scratch them. As long as Bobu holds back, he will be fine in a few days, and it will not be itchy at all."

"But, but..." Boob pointed to the little red spot on his stomach, "It's so ugly."

Song Ran smiled: "It's not ugly or ugly, Boobu has always been cute. When you get better, the rash will disappear without leaving a little scar, exactly the same as before."

"Really?"

"real."

Boob twisted his body uncomfortably: "What should I do if I can't help it?"

"If you can't help it, my brother will give you medicine now."

He put Boob on the sofa and sat down, took out a tube of acyclovir ointment, carefully smeared it on the skin with chickenpox, let it dry a little, and then put on his pajamas.

Children's pajamas are one-piece, and there are not many places that can be scratched, which is relatively safe.

Seeing that Bubu was safe and sound, Songran warmed a bag of fresh milk, put it in a milk bottle and handed it to him to suck. He turned around to clean the bathroom, but as soon as he came out, he saw Bubu scratching his face.

He hurriedly stopped: "Don't scratch!"

"No, no scratching."

Boob was guilty of being a thief, and quickly put his two little hands behind him.