Day 10 06:14
That night, Song Ran really had a dream.
In the dream, it was early summer, the living room was quiet, and the constant monotonous cicadas sounded in the distance. The bluebells of 8012A and Casablanca of 8012B were transplanted to the same balcony, and at the same time they entered the flowering period. Thin leaves and broad leaves are intertwined into pieces, blending into a sweet fragrance.
He was painting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Boobu was lying on the carpet, walking through the maze earnestly with a small wooden horse, while Mr. He held a water bottle and watered the flowers one by one. Probably because he had never seen his face, Mr. He kept his back to him and was busy with his work in a hurry. The blurred sunlight blurs the edge of the silhouette, and the figure is not very clear.
Song Ran looked at his back, nibbled the pen with her teeth, and felt itchy - what does this man look like
Will it be as good as the love he gives
There was a loneliest time when Song Ran lost his way and didn't understand the value of his life in the world. Every time the news broadcasts the accidental death of the child, and the parents cry hysterically in front of the camera, he would think, if one day he died, would anyone in this world cry for him
There will be none.
His death did not provoke a single tear, and he had been abandoned by the whole world on the day his father led him to the door of the orphanage, left a lie, and decided to leave. He tried to die, the sharp shaving blade cut through the wrist, the wound was smooth, and the scarlet blood gushed out like that, flowing down the palm line to the fingertips, falling drop by drop. The bloody smell was so thick that it was choking, but it couldn't wake up the pain that was numb in despair.
But it's different now.
Now, he has a home.
Bubu will care about whether he is alive or not, and Mr. He will care about whether he is living well, whether he is happy or not.
Followed by love comes a bigger surprise than love.
"Song Ran."
He was embraced from behind, and his fingers were drawn into the man's palm. The warm breath on his cheeks had the smell of a mature man - he subconsciously looked at the balcony, where the flowers bloomed was empty.
"Song Ran... darling..."
The voice in his ear was low and gentle, with an irresistible bewitchment.
Song Ran was bewitched, he put down the pen, closed his eyes, turned back and kissed He Zhiyuan forgetfully, gradually kissing deeply, he couldn't help but linger on his cheeks and neck for a while. The lower abdomen is hot, the lust is difficult to understand, and the idea of wanting to belong to each other is getting stronger and stronger. He was picked up by Mr. He, knocked open the door and threw him on the bed, stripped off his clothes, and separated his legs.
In the early summer afternoon in this dream, Song Ran heard his shameful moan, first forbearance, and then high-pitched to the point of being wild.
Cicada chirping, breeze, music box.
The sunlight is transparent, the green plants grow, and the children and cats play in the living room.
In the light-colored painting style, the two wild and rhythmic bodies on the bed seem so out of place, as if a prairie fire is out of control, destroying the atmosphere in one fell swoop. But Song Ran felt the ultimate happiness, he cast aside his shame, took the initiative to open up his still green body, and let the closest people love him with all his might.
Happiness comes so quickly.
He couldn't believe it.
He also looked forward to being pampered before, but people who have never been loved always lack a little confidence in happiness - the person who pampers him today may withdraw tomorrow, leaving him alone and tasted the sweetness. , the threshold is confusing, and it will be bitter if you try anything.
A partner who comes and goes, it is better not to come.
It is better not to parasitize the happiness of others.
He can't see through the hearts of others, but only through himself. That's why he likes to take care of children so much and is willing to be a giver of love. If a child wants to be spoiled, he will give it, like a low tree, not strong, but trying to bless the younger creatures under the canopy, in order to prove that it is not worthless to survive in the world, at least it can. Why do people shelter from the wind and rain.
It's just that this little tree didn't expect that a towering tree suddenly grew beside it, propping up the towering green shade, protecting it and the small tender seedling it liked.
Those who give love also receive love.
Song Ran had never been so at ease, he lay relaxed on the wet, soft soil, looked up at the sky-like shade of trees above his head, then closed his eyes and used every leaf to receive its rain and dew. He trembled when the wind came, panted when the wind stopped, and every drop of water that flowed from him had the smell of that tree.
At six o'clock in the morning, Song Ran woke up with an unfinished mind.
This spring dream was too intense, he was soft all over, and he still had no strength after lying down for ten minutes. The crotch was wet and sticky, and when the quilt was lifted, the salty smell that had been covered for a few hours was released, so thick that his face burned.
He secretly went into the bathroom to wash his underwear, wrung it out to dry, then slipped back to the bed, and sat on the bedside with a big pillow in his arms, thinking about Mr. He for an hour. It wasn't until Lin Hui knocked on the door and called him to have breakfast that he woke up from his stupid love state and went to the restaurant with two blushing faces.
Seeing that his face was flushed, Lin Hui took a mouthful of porridge for three seconds, thinking that he had burned his brain, so he asked Zhan Yuwen to take his temperature. Song Ran hurriedly raised a spoon in front of him and said, "The fever is gone early, I'm really fine, I don't believe you touch it."
Zhan Yuwen gestured to touch, but Lin Hui quickly patted his hand and glared at him with disgust: "It's your turn?"
As he said that, he touched it with his own hands, and it was really cool.
She asked inexplicably: "The fever has subsided, why is your face still so red?"
"Well, because... porridge, porridge is hot!"
Song Ran pushed the pot to the porridge.
"… "
Lin Hui looked at Bobu, her little face flushed with the heat, she turned to look at Zhan Yuwen, saw his face as usual, and smiled maliciously: "Why don't you blush?"
Zhan Yuwen was helpless, pushed the empty bowl forward, spread his hands and said, "Please, miss, have you served me porridge?"
Lin Hui then showed an expression of sudden realization, went to the kitchen and took out a spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge into Zhan Yuwen's bowl, and rewarded him with half of the fried dough sticks with rickets. Zhan Yuwen looked at the breakfast in front of him that cut corners and couldn't even fit between his teeth, and shook his head sadly as if he heard the screams of his hungry stomach.
Bubu giggled and broke the truth: "The one with the small portion is mine, and the one with me is yours."
Zhan Yuwen quickly looked at Lin Hui, and a cold light flashed from the scalpel in his eyes.
Lin Hui stood up calmly, brushed her apron calmly, and calmly put the "children's set" and "adult set" back to the correct positions, and suddenly took out a piece of love-shaped seaweed from her pocket and inserted it into Zhan Yuwen's bowl. Made a cute face at him.
Without waiting for the other party's response, she sat back as if nothing, picked up a spoon and tapped the edge of the bowl, and instructed everyone to eat: "No talking when eating, no talking when sleeping, no one is allowed to speak."
Zhan Yuwen was drinking porridge, Gu Zi laughed and became a fool.
Song Ran was stunned.
These days, one of him and Boobu are not allowed to work, and the other is not allowed to go to school, so they focus on recuperating at home. Zhan Yuwen and Lin Hui actually quickly developed from a pair of strangers to a pair of black and white. They cooperated tacitly, urging them to eat, take medicine, rest, and sleep regularly, and arrange their schedules in an orderly manner.
If Zhan Yuwen is a sheepdog, then Lin Hui is a breeder who cooks various delicacies for Songran and Bubu every day, but refuses to feed Dr. Zhan. But as long as Dr. Zhan opened his mouth to beg and be cute, Lin Hui would jump down the stairs called "Little Aojiao" and give him the food reserved in advance.
Zhan Yuwen was very sweet and cooperated very well.
Song Ran looked at the interaction between the happy friends and found it particularly interesting. In the future, when Mr. He comes back, he will occasionally deduct Mr. He's rations, and wait for the other party to file a serious appeal, and then bring a big surprise.
This afternoon, Song Ran escaped the surveillance of Zhan Yuwen, stole a few pieces of paper from the workbench, put the hardcover notebook under it, and leaned against the bedside to write a line draft - "The Little Wooden Boat Looking for Oars" was due in two weeks. , he only rushed a small half of the book, if it is overdue, not only will the money be deducted, but also the reputation will be affected.
Boob took a nap beside him, covered with a small orange blanket.
This child's sleeping position has always been more casual. I don't know what happened in the dream. He pouted, turned over, kicked his chubby legs, kicked the blanket out one meter away, revealing the little yellow duck's underwear, and also Has a chubby little belly.
Song Ran put down the pen and paper, picked up the blanket and covered it for him, and was about to continue painting when he heard a string of lively music coming from the pillow.
pat.
The pencil in his hand fell on the sheet.
It was the special call tone he had just set for He Zhiyuan an hour ago.
Song Ran couldn't hold back her excited emotions, she jumped like a pinball, her butt was on the bed, and she almost woke Boo up from his dream. He grabbed the phone, took three deep breaths, pressed the answer button very solemnly, suddenly remembered something, and looked up at the balcony in embarrassment - the panties that were soiled last night were still hanging on the drying rack, dripping water and being slapped by ten The strong wind on the second floor swayed left and right.
A fire "boom" burned his cheeks.
He was red all the way from the corner of his eyes to his neck, and he couldn't even say "hello".