Day 01 19:11
Song Ran's evaluation of 8012B has fallen below a record low - this family can do whatever they want with flowers, but raising children is even more arbitrary.
At seven o’clock in the evening, my mother disappeared, my father flew 10,000 kilometers away on a business trip, and the live-in nanny neglected her duty, posted a leave note on the door, and slipped away, only nine characters including her name (something happened in my hometown, it has been Back - Huang Osmanthus).
The little boy in this family is only four years old. After the kindergarten is over, he can’t wait for the nanny to pick him up. He wandered back and forth along the boulevard for two hours—walking for an hour, squatting outside the door of the pet store with a large Golden Retriever clapped his hands through the glass for half an hour and slipped into the cinema to watch the same Disney cartoon trailer for half an hour over and over again.
He went around like this to pass the time, and from time to time he glanced at the street where cars and people came and went, waiting for someone to take him home. But the sunset finally sank, the wind became fast, and the street lamps turned on one by one, lengthening the shadow of Lingding on the soles of the feet.
He reluctantly returned to Bishuiwan Residence, but he didn't have the courage to walk into the dark home, so he had to sit on the door blanket of 8012A hungry, while talking to the immobile chipmunk, he burst into tears.
If Song Ran didn't come out to water the flowers, the child might really be able to stay at the door all night.
The love and anger of the good young Ran Ran classmates were bursting at the same time, and without any hesitation, he directly picked up the poor baby home.
The baby that no one wants is surnamed He, whose real name is He Yueyang, and his nickname is Bubu. He is sitting at the dining table in Songran's house at the moment, with a snow-white canvas on his chest. bow tie.
He tried to stick his head out, looking eagerly towards the kitchen.
The fragrant smell of the food wafted out, the pot was blocked by Song Ran, and even the shadow could not be seen. He was anxious, his round buttocks were pouting, and he would not sit still for half a second, as if the chair was full of wax. On the sofa not far away, the Ragdoll was looking at him on his stomach in a rural peasant posture, and his big light gray tail flicked twice from time to time.
"Brother, Boo is hungry, he wants to eat..."
He softly coquettishes Songran, sniffing his nose and rubbing his belly, expressing that he is really hungry.
Song Ran turned on the hot oil, smashed an egg into the pot, and then jumped a few steps with a shovel in his hand, and stuck his head out of the kitchen: "Wait a minute, the meal will start soon!"
By the way, he threw the egg shell into the trash can.
"Oh!"
Boob lowered his head, Ah Wu bit the canvas and put it in his mouth, bulging the small cheeks on both sides, his butt twisted even more jubilantly.
On the countertop, the asparagus and shrimp porridge is cold in a shallow open bowl. In the frying pan, a wooden shovel turned Huang Cancan's poached egg over.
When the child was growing up, Song Ran was worried that the porridge was not nutritious enough, so he took two minutes to fry a poached egg. Considering the taste, he even deliberately fried it into a half-boiled soft-hearted egg, sprinkled it with salt and placed it on a plate with the porridge. Take out the bowl together.
He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cold and handed it to Bobu's mouth, remembering something temporarily, and retracted the spoon a little: "Have you ever eaten shrimp before?"
Boob nodded: "I have eaten."
That's good, there should be no seafood allergy.
Song Ran put down his heart and handed over the spoon. Bubu swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger, bit the porridge and the spoon with his mouth wide open, and giggled at him like a mischievous prank. After a while, he let go and ate the porridge with relish.
Song Ran wiped the corners of the child's mouth with a canvas and scooped up another shrimp, this time Boob shook his head and refused to open his mouth.
He said very proudly: "Brother, I can eat by myself!"
The small spoon touched the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound.
Ding, ding, ding.
Song Ran also filled himself a bowl of porridge, sat beside him, and watched Boob eat with interest.
The boy is not fast, but surprisingly organized, the height of the shrimp porridge shrinks almost in proportion to the size of the poached egg. Fifteen minutes later, he sucked the soft yolk, swallowed the last bit of egg white, burped contentedly, and had a comical circle of egg juice on his lips.
The porridge in the bowl only had a shallow bottom. Just as Song Ran wanted to get up to clean up, Bu Bu suddenly became nervous, sat upright, took the small bowl into his arms, and hurriedly scooped another half a spoonful into his mouth.
He ate very carefully this time, scooping only two or three grains per spoonful, chewing slowly, as if those few grains of rice had a special taste.
Song Ran asked him, "Is it delicious?"
Boob nodded.
Song Ran asked again, "Are you full?"
Boob hurriedly hugged the small bowl, his head shaking like a rattle.
How can you answer that you are full? When he is full, there is no reason to stay at his brother's house. He wants to be a sensible and obedient child, and goes back to his dark home to sleep. But he is the only one at home, alone, it is not as bright as here, nor as warm as here.
Take two more bites.
Eat two more bites, and you can stay longer.
A child's eye is a clear glass, hiding a heart that does not lie. When Song Ran saw his nervous appearance, he understood everything that should be understood. He laughed and said to Boob softly, "We're not in a hurry to get full, we'll have some appetite, and we'll have fruit later."
As soon as Boob heard it, he didn't need to leave, his eyes brightened, and he threw away the small spoon.
After dinner, Songran took off the canvas around Bubu's neck, led him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, wash his hands, dry every crevice of his fingers with a white towel, and then apply a layer of Dabao hand cream.
The cloth cloth was very well-behaved throughout the whole process. He spread out his fingers and laid it flat in front of Songran. After wiping it, he politely said, "Thank you, brother."
A very sensible child.
Ke Songran always felt that there was an obvious restraint in his sensibleness, especially his eyes, with a nervous feeling waiting to be evaluated, like a well-trained puppy, if he didn't do it at the right time. If you do the right thing, you won't get the owner's reward.
why
Is it because you're in a stranger's house that you're acting more reserved than usual? Or is he thinking too much
Sonny couldn't be sure.
However, when they came to the living room, Bubu finally called out with a "wow", opened his eyes wide, and showed the excited expression belonging to a young child as Songran expected.
"Brother, you have a lot of fairy tale books here!"
He pointed at the coffee table and looked up at Song Ran excitedly.
On the sofa, coffee table and floor in the living room, there are nearly 100 children's story picture books scattered here and there, including single volumes and series, domestic and foreign.
Since she moved to Bishuiwan Residence, she has a spacious and bright living room, and Song Ran doesn't have to snuggle up and paint in a cramped small room like before. He moved the workbench to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. When he was studying the book, he usually put one book on the other and put it in a random place. No one visited it anyway, so he never bothered to clean it up.
These picture books, together with pen and paper paint, are all Song Ran's livelihood depends on.
When Bubu saw Yishui's storybook, his eyes gleamed, like a mouse falling into a rice jar. Judging by his posture, he planned to eat it all his life and wait until he died. Among nearly a hundred dazzling covers, he discovered "The Dream of the Chipmunk" at first sight.
There are many similar chipmunks in this world, but for Boo Boo, this one is unique.
It's an old friend of Boo Boo.
A month ago, this chipmunk magically descended on the door of 8012A, and happened to meet Boob who went out early in the morning. It has pale chestnut back stripes, thin and sharp claws, black bean-like eyes, and bulging two exaggerated cheek pouches.
Boob fell in love with it at first sight and thought about it day and night.
When he goes to the kindergarten in the morning, he has to say hello to the chipmunk first (I'm leaving), and when he comes back from the kindergarten in the evening, he also has to say hello to the chipmunk (I'm back). Occasionally, when Dad is not at home, Bubu feels lonely, so he sneaks out when the nanny is not paying attention, sits next to the chipmunk and strokes its soft fur, asking it to comfort him.
The tufted material is warm and the chipmunk printed on it looks real.
Boo Boo even thought: if he had a live chipmunk, it would feel like this... that's how it would feel.
It's a fun and loyal friend who stays where he is 24 hours a day, always colorful and always in high spirits. It has an endless pile of crunchy pine cones and a golden autumn that the sun can never finish.
This frozen picture on the door carpet is a cover that cannot be opened.
Boob read it for a whole month.
Tonight, this cover was finally opened, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that on the title page, the familiar old friend changed his actions - it stood up, held a big pine cone in his hand, and looked out into the distance.
On the page it looked at was a succinct handwritten signature.
Song Ran.
On this day, Boob was illiterate, and his attention was all on the chipmunk, so naturally, he skipped this friendly name that would be called for many years in the future, and turned directly to the next page.
The next page is where the story begins.
The golden sycamore leaves have fallen, and the little chipmunk is lying in the autumn sun, dozing lazily—what amusing oddities will it encounter
I really want to know.
Bubu gathered up his courage and asked Songran with the album in his arms, "Brother, can you tell me this story?"
Song Ran readily agreed: "Okay."
The tableware can be collected later, and the fruit can be washed later. The baby said to listen to the story, then, this is the most important thing at the moment.
The fabric sofa sank deeply, and Bubu sat on Songran's lap, leaning on his arms, and opened the album of his dreams. Seeing this, Budoudou, the big hairy ball next to him, let out a jealous meow, rolled down from the armrest with his belly turned over, and lay beside them.
"Once upon a time, there was a big forest, and in the forest lived a lovely chipmunk."
Song Ran opened his mouth to read the first line, and Bu Bu focused on every detail of the picture.
Song Ran is all too familiar with this story. As long as he closes his eyes, every painting and every line of words will turn into a firefly in a summer night, fluttering and floating in front of his eyes.
This chipmunk is playful and lazy.
Autumn is coming, and its neighbor, the gray squirrel, is busy collecting pine cones to prepare food for the winter, but the chipmunk is squatting on the branch and playing with the caterpillars. Slowly, autumn passed, and winter was coming, the gray squirrel filled half the house with pine cones, and the chipmunk was still swinging with its tail hanging from the branches.
The grey squirrel asked, "When did you start picking pine cones?"
Chipmunk replied: "No hurry, no hurry. I have a dream, I want to find the largest pine cone in the world, just one, enough to keep me from going hungry all winter."
Finally, winter has come.
When the first snow fell, the gray squirrels filled the house with pine cones, but what about the chipmunks
Chipmunk's house has not a single pine cone.
When it was hungry, it set off to find the largest pine cone in the legend, but it was snowing heavily outside, where could the shadow of the pine cone be seen
Chipmunk heard that there was a big pine cone in the rabbit's house, so he went to the house. But the rabbit's pine cones are used as a beautiful locker, full of carrots.
"No, no, how can I eat other people's lockers?"
Chipmunk shook his head and left Rabbit's house hungry.
He heard that there was a big pine cone in the hedgehog's house, so he went to the door. But the hedgehog's pine cones are used as a beautiful Christmas tree, full of colorful gifts.
"No, no, how can I eat someone else's Christmas tree?"
Chipmunk shook his head and left Hedgehog's house hungry again.
It also heard that there was a big pine cone in the ant's house, so it went to the door. But the pine cones in the ant's house are regarded as a beautiful playground, full of happy baby ants.
"No, no, how can I eat other people's playgrounds?"
Chipmunk shook his head and left Ant's house hungry again.
Chipmunk searched for a long, long time, until finally, it could not find the largest pine cone in the world. He came home dejected, his stomach growling with hunger. Just then, the neighbor gray squirrel knocked on the door and asked the chipmunk, "Have your dreams come true?"
Chipmunk shook his head embarrassedly.
"Next year, next year will definitely come true!"
It assured the grey squirrel, but the belly growled louder and louder.
The gray squirrel took out a huge pine cone from behind, held it in front of the chipmunk, and said to it: "I'll give you this pine cone. This is not the biggest pine cone in the world, nor the biggest pine cone in the forest. It's just the biggest pine cone in my house."
Chipmunk took the pine cone and held it in his arms, feeling like he had a locker, a Christmas tree, a playground, and a best friend.
This must be the biggest pine cone in the world, he thought.
"and after?"
Boob turned another page, the picture book was closed, and a bar code stamped on the squirrel tail on the back cover, announcing the end of the story.
He still had doubts in his heart, so he asked, "Brother, did the chipmunk eat the pine cones later?"
Song Ran didn't think about this question. He pinched his chin and thought about it for a while, and answered honestly: "I don't know either, but I guess he should have kept the pine cones - it was a gift from a friend."
"But if the food is not eaten quickly, it will go bad immediately, for example..." Boob racked his brains, "for example, donuts!"
An English word came out of my mouth.
"Then eat it." Song Ran smiled, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not, as long as your friends are there, there will always be gifts."
"Yes!"
Boob thinks it makes sense—as long as the gray squirrel is a neighbor, the chipmunk will surely receive more pine cones in the future.
His mood suddenly relaxed, and he lay down in Songran's arms with "The Dream of the Chipmunk" in his arms, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Brother, your storytelling is so nice, much better than mother-in-law's. Mother-in-law doesn't like it. Tell me stories, always very fast, very impatient, and even a little accent, I can't understand... Brother, do you often tell stories?"
Song Ran scratched the back of his head: "Uh, it's okay."
Roughly speaking, it has been more than seven years since he last told stories to children, and his skills have not diminished, which is gratifying.
Bubu rolled up and got up, put down "The Dream of the Chipmunk", grabbed a new picture book, and held it to Songran with great anticipation: "Brother, can you tell me another one, okay?"
Song Ran looked up at the wall clock, the hands were close to nine o'clock, the baby was only four years old, and it was time to take a bath and sleep obediently.
He pointed to the moon, flying carpet and chimney on the cover and said, "Boob, this is a bedtime story. Only by listening to it before going to bed can you have a sweet and sweet dream. Let's eat fruit first and go to bed later. Tell me, okay?"
Boob was obviously stunned.
He held the picture book in his arms, his eyes were blank, he couldn't believe his ears, and it took a long time to realize that Song Ran was inviting him to stay overnight, and immediately nodded in ecstasy: "Okay, okay!"
Song Ran bent down and took out a card book from the coffee table drawer. It was "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle. He collected a whole set of original hardcover editions of the old man's early works, and he turned them out to worship when he had time. This article is particularly simple and classic. It tells the story of a small caterpillar that eats various foods every day, from Monday to Sunday, and finally grows into a big butterfly.
He asked Boob, "You can read English, right?"
Boob nodded and said, "Yeah."
Song Ran put the booklet on his lap, touched the top of his head, and said with a smile, "I'll go wash a few strawberries. The little caterpillar will nibble on the book for a while, so be nice."
"Well, definitely be nice."
Boob agreed sweetly.
At 8:50 p.m., the pots and pans in the kitchen were jingling, and the mint-flavored dishwashing detergent burst into white bubbles.
Song Ran was brushing the bowl, humming an unknown little tune, Boob lying on the sofa and turning the book page by page, holding a small strawberry in his mouth. The caterpillar in the book has a very good appetite, and it ate smoothly from Monday to Saturday. Just when it was about to pupate and turn into a butterfly, a series of cute bells rang in the living room.
"Pika Pika-Pika-Chu! Pika Pika-Pika-Chu!"
Bubu's eyes lit up: "Ah, it's Dad!"
He quickly jumped off the sofa, pulled out a children's mobile phone from his schoolbag, pressed the answer button, and called into the microphone sweetly, "Good morning, Diablo!"
pull
Song Ran frowned slightly.
It was the fourth sound just now, and it became the second sound in the blink of an eye. How good is this child
He turned his head and saw that Boo Bo was holding his mobile phone, jumping up and down while chatting, stepping on a series of brisk little steps on his feet. The big hairy dumpling followed behind with his tail up, one person and one cat walked around the table twice, and finally fell back on the sofa.
Song Ran shook his head with a smile and continued to wash the dishes seriously. When he was halfway through, Bo Bu suddenly stuck his head in and came in: "Brother, what is the green one we ate just now, a small piece of it, what is it called?"
Songran said, "Asparagus."
"asparagus!"
Boob hurriedly conveyed the message to the father on the other side of the phone, and asked, "Where's the red one?"
Song Ran said, "Shrimp."
"Shrimp! Shrimp!"
Bubu was so happy that he repeated it to the phone twice, for fear that his father could not hear clearly. After a while, he said again: "In addition to the porridge, there is also a poached egg, which my brother fry specially for me. It is very fragrant, even more fragrant than my mother-in-law's frying!"
Immediately after a question was thrown from the other side, Bubu hesitated twice, but couldn't answer, ran two steps closer, holding the phone to Songran: "Dad asked me, why is it my brother who is cooking today, not Mother-in-law?"
Good to ask.
Song Ran's mouth twitched, and she slandered angrily: Your nanny, Huang Guihua, has slipped away, and you, a parent, don't even know about it, are you lacking in heart
His hands were covered in foam and he couldn't hold the phone, so he bent down, motioned Boo Bo to put the phone on his shoulder, tilted his head and clamped it between his ears, stood up and continued to wash the dishes.
"Hello, hello."
Song Ran greeted formulaically.
After three seconds, his movements suddenly stiffened, and the porcelain bowl in his hand fell with a bang.
Bubu exclaimed: "Brother!"
Song Ran threw away the steel ball like an electric shock, grabbed the towel next to him and wiped the handle, eager to take the phone away from his ear. In the chaos, the phone accidentally dropped, fell onto the counter, and slowly rotated half a circle.
Song Ran stared at it, the blood vessels dilated, the cheeks were hot, and the neck and ears were flushed.
The other party actually only said one sentence.
ten words.
"Hello, I'm He Yueyang's father."
This was the first time Song Ran heard He Zhiyuan's voice.
Deep and sexy tone, because the owner of the voice just woke up from sleep and brought a lazy smile, so close, biting the word against the ear, a warm incense wind blowing between the lips and teeth, brushing the eardrum, let Song Ran The unsuspecting heart throbbed.
"… "
The heart beats fast and the brain is deprived of oxygen.
Song Ran's scalp suddenly froze, don't say anything, he doesn't even remember his name.