Day 09 21:51
After the story was told, the long and painful memories gathered into a pool of black water, engulfing the lonely narrator, and there was a quiet breath in the room.
He opened his heart to He Zhiyuan, like a round clam opening its two shells facing the sharp snipe beak, revealing its defenseless soft flesh. At this time, the sharp beak was pecked, and it couldn't even leave the intact corpse.
Song Ran believed that He Zhiyuan would not hurt him, but still shivered timidly.
"Mr. He, Mr. He..." He was extremely cold, rubbing his cold toes under the covers, constantly calling out to each other, desperate for some comfort, "Are you still holding me?"
He Zhiyuan couldn't help blushing.
He sat up on the edge of the bed and said warmly, "I'm here, I'm holding you, don't be afraid."
Don't be afraid, baby.
His tone was softer than he had ever felt in his life.
At this time, Song Ran looked like a frightened small animal, a rabbit, a mole or a young deer. He Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of the quarrel on the phone a week ago. At that time, Song Ran was completely different from now. Swords were drawn and his words were fierce, like an angry pufferfish with thorns all over his body.
-Children, partner and family are the most precious things a person has, nothing can compare to it!
-Family is not important, don't give birth, reproduction is so low, don't shoot! Be a bachelor like me and have plenty of time for you to pursue a career!
- I don't care how old you want to have a baby, when Boo Boo is born, you have to take on the responsibility of being a father!
He Zhiyuan was really angry that day. He felt that Song Ran was smiling one second, but the next second Sichuan Opera changed his face, and his rage was unreasonable. Without even thinking about it, he hastily put on a prejudiced mask and put it on Songran: a child soaked in honey, spoiled by his parents since he was a child, and living pampered in his twenties, thinking that The whole world should be the same honeypot, and there is no room for disagreement over the way he raises Boob.
But the truth is that Song Ran has never had a honey pot, not even a spoonful of honey.
The so-called dispute was just that an abandoned child met another child in a similar situation, and wanted to wake up the lost father on the other end of the phone loudly, let him look back, and stop ignoring Bubu's heart. In a hurry, he didn't choose what to say, and he didn't pay attention to the right words.
How could he have the heart to care about such an insignificant mistake, and even throw out a seemingly rational family view, standing at a high place, mocking Songran's "naive" and "rude".
Don't judge me.
He had said so.
But the person who was full of prejudice and made assumptions based on a little one-sided information was himself.
He Zhiyuan couldn't help but blame himself.
He knew that Songran was a sapling that unfortunately fell into the salt marsh. Its roots were burnt and burnt, but it persisted in the sun and eventually grew into a tree, providing shade for the surrounding vegetation.
Instead of him, he must not be able to do it.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the light in the sky gradually brightened, illuminating the bedroom curtains half-thin and half-transparent. He Zhiyuan put on his nightgown, pushed open the door to the terrace on the second floor, and a gust of morning breeze blew through his hair and cheeks wrapped in the moist orange fragrance.
The back garden is very quiet, except for a few scattered birdsong.
Across a wall of vines, flowers and wood, he heard the movement of the house next door—the microwave oven and the oven were jingling, stainless steel knives and forks were knocking on the porcelain plate, and the young children were chatting happily.
"Dad, the blueberry jam has been taken by Joey again!"
"Then Arie put mayonnaise on it?"
"No, I don't like it, I want Joey's blueberry jam!"
"I also want!"
The neighbors are a French family of five, and the younger brother and younger sister insist on their own ideas and want to get back the jam stolen by the older brother.
"Joey, you're a good boy, share the jam between Ari and Sophie." The able mother said, quelling the small dispute between the children, and asked, "Who wants fried eggs today? Raise your hand. ."
The restaurant immediately returned to the bustle.
This conversation was very warm, and it was an ordinary family routine. He Zhiyuan listened, his heart moved, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.
When he got up early in the morning, he and Bubu stood side by side in the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He shaves, cleans his face, and takes care of his hair in front of the mirror. Bubu puffed out his small cheeks and held a small toothbrush. He brushed for a minute on the left and brushed on the right. Brush for a minute. After a while, the father and son finished cleaning, and the aroma of food came from the kitchen. He bent down, pushed Boob's shoulders from behind, and ran towards the dining room with one big and one small. Song Ran happened to be wearing a plaid apron and came out with a tray in his hand, which contained two bowls of steaming ravioli with fresh meat.
Bubu quickly climbed onto the high stool, grabbed the spoon, and slurped away to eat. And he stood still, waiting for Song Ran to come to the front, personally tie him the tie that matched his shirt today, then raised his head and dropped a soft kiss.
"Good morning."
Song Ran looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
These eyes are really alluring, pitch-black and translucent, with the color of a bright night. At this moment, a little light reflects on his face. The most important thing is that there is no more fear and loneliness in these eyes, only the happiness that has settled down from a long and stable life.
If he could get such a look by lending his shoulder to Songran, why didn't he do it
Home is a jigsaw puzzle. He and Bobu put together half, Songran half, and when they are connected together, they are complete.
The answer is about to come out, in my heart.
The sun rises for half a round on the roof of the townhouse, the sky begins to show a faint red glow, and the day in the western hemisphere is coming.
And the Eastern Hemisphere is still at night.
He Zhiyuan closed his eyes and leaned back, leaned his back against the wall of the balcony, and slowly exhaled: "Song Ran, last week... I offended your family view. You said that children, partners and family are the most important parts of a person. Precious things, I said a lot to refute at that time, now I want to understand, I am willing to agree with you, sincerely agree."
He thought that this would make Song Ran happier, but he didn't expect a long silence in response.
"Don't identify with me, Mr. He, at least... Don't identify with me because of my story."
When he spoke again, Song Ran's throat was still trembling.
He Zhiyuan asked, "Why?"
Song Ran paused and said with difficulty, "Because... even I don't know if it's right or not."
"I heard that people are obsessed with things they can't ask for. The longer the time goes on, the more morbid the obsession. I have no home since I was a child, no matter where I live, what job I do, or how many friends I make, I feel that my life is empty. , floating alone, without roots. I want a home so much, I want a child to be taken care of by me, and a man to take care of me, even if the child is not Boob, this man is not... no... "
Song Ran jammed abruptly, covered his mouth, and coughed twice.
He Zhiyuan smiled silently.
"... Like me, even if you just throw me a child, I can't refuse. Mr. He, if children, partners and family are really so important to me, I should be very careful, why don't people come here? Refuse? Unless... Unless what I want in my heart is not 'home' at all, but an empty shell, it's called 'home', and as for who lives in the home, I don't like it or not, I don't care at all... "
"You really don't care?" He Zhiyuan interrupted him and asked in a deep voice, "Or because you met the right one the first time, so you didn't have a chance to compare?"
These words were like a blow to the head, and Song Ran was stunned: "I..."
He Zhiyuan didn't stop, and went further: "Songran, you always think of yourself badly, and you are used to underestimating your kindness. In my opinion, everyone has selfishness, and what you want most is for you. Of course it’s the most important thing, this kind of mentality is normal, far from being pathological.”
Song Ran asked hesitantly, "Really?"
"Yes."
The answer is loud.
Self-doubt is an unsolvable dead end, and you can only get pain when you get into it. He Zhiyuan must pull Songran out. Unexpectedly, Song Ran's thinking was dizzy, and just jumped out of this pit, holding the phone for a while, and jumped into another pit in a blink of an eye: "Then... You didn't agree with it before, but now you agree, because you also changed your mind and thought about it. Are you going to have a family?"
He Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes."
"So, are you going to remarry Boob's mother?"
"What, what?"
He Zhiyuan was at a loss.
Remarried
He was never married at all.
He didn't react for five seconds, and when he realized that Song Ran had misunderstood and wanted to deny it, Song Ran had already run for a few kilometers in the wrong direction, and said as if escaping: "Mr. I used to call you unworthy of being a father, so don't take it to heart. I can see that you actually love Boob very much, and you're a good dad, but you just want to make money to support your family, and sometimes you can't take care of him when you're busy with work. Wait... wait for you Remarried, with Boobu's mother helping you take care of the family, the situation will be much better than now... Thinking of it this way, remarriage is also a good idea."
He Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that he was still talking to himself, he asked directly, "Do you want me to 'remarry'?"
Song Ran choked immediately.
His heart was sour, the corners of his eyes were getting wet, his five slender fingers were desperately abusing the pillow, and the back of his hands were full of blue veins. Is it abnormal? What he cares about is the little angel Boob, not Mr. He's "big gift". Now that Mr. He is about to remarry, why does he feel uncomfortable in death
It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married. The world is so big, do what you like, it's none of my business.
Song Ran struggled for a long time, and her stubborn temper came up and said angrily, "What are you asking me for? I object, won't you remarry?"
He Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "Tell me about it, I will consider it."
"Uh… "
Hearing that he would consider it, Song Ran's hardened bones softened again, and he felt that this "big plus gift" was mature and considerate, and it was worth keeping. He racked his brains to think about it, chose a devious and reasonable angle, chose words and sentences, and carefully expressed: "Well, if you remarry, Boo has a mother, and it will not be my turn to take care of him. I'm a little reluctant to give up Boob, otherwise... If you don't remarry, I'll be obliged to help you take care of him, okay?"
With a cold face, He Zhiyuan concluded for him with a half-smile: "You want to take care of Boob, so you don't want me to 'remarry', is that so?"
"Yes, yes." Song Ran became nervous, "Is this a good reason?"
He Zhiyuan: "Quite insufficient."
"… "
Song Ran's face flushed with embarrassment, and she plunged her head into the crack of the pillow, almost breaking the bridge of her nose. He clenched his phone tightly, his wrists stretched, and he planned to smash it into outer space at one time. He would never answer He Zhiyuan's phone calls again in his life. After a brief pause, he heard He Zhiyuan say, "I can teach you a good reason."
Fuck you!
Song Ran covered her head with a quilt, pretending not to listen, but her hand was secretly retracted, and she was not willing to throw it away.
He Zhiyuan said with a smile: "You want to have a child to take care of, and a man to take care of you, so it's very simple, your ideal dream lover should be a single father with a child, and his sexuality can't be too straight. This kind of configuration has been around for centuries. It's a rare encounter, you finally bumped into one, and he happened to like you a lot. Do you think it would be too much of a loss to let him 'remarry'?"
He just so happens to like you...
I really like you...
like…
you…
Song Ran lifted the quilt, turned over and sat up, blinking forcefully in the darkness.
A burnt brain is like a plate of rusted gears, hinged tightly, stuck in and out, and can't turn fast no matter how you push them. He Zhiyuan's words echoed in his ears dozens of times, but he was stunned that he could not understand the meaning. About half a minute later, a thunderstorm struck down the Tianling cover, and Song Ran's blood boiled instantly. He hurriedly turned on the headlights in the bedroom, knelt on the edge of the bed with his knees, clutching his phone, and stutteringly asked, "He, Mr. He, You said this... there shouldn't be any other meaning, right?"
He Zhiyuan smiled happily: "To be exact, I only have 'other meaning'."
Song Ran was dumbfounded, her tongue knotted, and her mind was empty.
impossible.
Mr. He took the initiative to confess to him - this plot line is so crooked that it's almost endless, he doesn't even dare to dream, okay
He Zhiyuan brushed his hair ruffled by the wind and said with a smile: "Song Ran, don't be so surprised. I want to take care of you as much as you want to take care of Boobu. This is a man's selfish desire, naturally It appeared, it was very strong, I couldn't explain the reason, and I couldn't control it, so I could only follow my heart."
"But, but... We've only known each other for less than ten days, and we haven't even seen each other!"
Song Ran was slapped on the reef by the big waves of joy, and he couldn't tell the sky and the ground.
He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, knowing that Song Ran had forgotten what he said.
"When I entrusted Bubu to you before, I said that whether a person is reliable or not depends on his own character, not whether I know him well. Similarly, I have feelings for you, and the key lies in me. With you, it's not about the first day or the 100th day." He changed to a comfortable standing position, leaned against the fence, and put one hand in the pocket of his nightgown, "Of course, if you are not at ease, I will also You can save your confession until a month, two months, or even half a year, but selfishly, I hope you can agree as soon as possible, because I am… really not good at patience."
Song Ran was blushing at the words of this peculiar meaning, holding the hot potato-like mobile phone, his throat trembled: "I, I'm not sober right now, can you... let me calm down for an hour?"
"Of course." He Zhiyuan took a step back with great grace, "I'll wait for your reply."
The phone hung up, and Song Ran sat stupidly on the bed for ten minutes.
This unexpected turn of events caught him off guard, his body seemed to be floating in the clouds, unable to touch the ground.
"… "
He pinched his thigh ruthlessly, grinning in pain.
In his understanding, even if he really wanted to make a confession, he should wait for Mr. He to return to the country after ten days and a half months. He wrote the manuscript in advance, recited it to Mr. He in front of him, and then waited anxiously for the other party to tell his height. , age, education, income, ideology and morality are all scored one by one, and the final result is announced, how can it reverse the initiative
He jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to the maximum, and flushed cold water all over his face.
Still not awake after the flush, he simply opened the bedroom door.
The living room is brightly lit, Zhan Yuwen, Lin Hui and Boobu are sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Tom and Jerry are scrambling around the screen with the BGM. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three of them turned their heads in unison. Seeing that it was Songran, Bubu jumped off the sofa excitedly, ran over with two short legs, and shouted, "Brother, you are awake!"
Song Ran caught him firmly, turned around and carried him into the bedroom, closing the door.
Boob turned his head and looked: "What is this for?"
"Brother has something to ask you." Song Ran knelt on the ground, wiped her wet face, and looked directly into Boob's eyes, "If, I mean, if... Brother and Dad are together, would you mind? "
Bubu asked in a milky voice, "What do you mean by being together?"
"Just when Dad comes back, my brother will move in and live with you, and we will not be separated in the morning, noon, and night. From now on, my brother will take care of you. Of course, Dad will also take care of us..."
"Okay, okay." Boobu hurriedly agreed, nodding his head like pounding rice, "That's the best!"
Song Ran held Bu Bu's little hand, got closer and said, "But in this case, you can't have a mother anymore... Brother and mother, only one can live at home, does Bu Bu understand?"
Boob nodded again, with a smile on his face, he didn't look sad at all.
He said, "Mom is married and won't live in this house anymore, so brother, let's live in!"
"Ah, married?"
Song Ran was stunned.
If this is the case, then the last excuse in his heart is also invalid, and the only one standing between him and Mr. He is himself.
Be confident.
Songran, be more confident.
Mr. He is so good, don't miss him.
He couldn't wait for a second, he stretched out his arms to pick up Boob, and said impatiently, "I have to sleep for a while. You can go outside and play with your brother and sister, okay?"
Boob didn't know why, so he nodded and said yes.
Song Ran hugged Bubu hard, sent him back to the living room, then quickly turned back to the room, threw himself on the bed, and grabbed the phone beside the pillow.