Day 10 15:09
It was raining heavily at midnight.
The lights in the office building went out one by one, and there were dozens of cars scattered in the parking lot. The dim streetlights shone on the roof and into the windshield.
He Zhiyuan didn't ignite the engine. He leaned on the back of the lowered driver's seat, wore a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and closed his eyes quietly.
The rain kept beating on the front windows, and the inside of the car was dark and cold.
He was exhausted by long hours of intense work, and he knew he needed a deep, comfortable sleep, but oddly didn't want to drive home—the house had heating, hot water, red wine, and high-count, high-density velvet The big cotton bed has everything you need, but there is no one who can accompany him to talk for a while.
A luxurious vacant house, go back early and go back late, there is no difference.
So, he dialed Songran's number directly from the car.
After chatting more than a dozen times, Song Ran was still as easily nervous as when he first met. His tongue and teeth were knotted, and he stumped and stumbled like a jammed radio. He Zhiyuan suspected that he was a thief and wanted to hide a shameful secret. He couldn't help laughing while listening, and stretched his waist comfortably.
"Speaking in such a low voice, is there someone next to you?"
"Yes... Yes, Boob is taking a nap on my bed. He slept soundly and kicked the blanket twice in an hour." Song Ran tugged on the small blanket and covered Boob's shoulders, "What about you, I don't feel good listening to your voice, just got home?"
He Zhiyuan yawned: "Not yet, in the car."
Song Ran was so surprised, she blurted out: "It's past twelve o'clock on your side, are you so busy with work?"
He Zhiyuan looked up at the clock in the car, the center of the screen displayed: 00:09AM.
What a caring kid, the jet lag counts so fast.
He smiled, closed his eyes and leaned back: "The company will hold a product launch conference in a few days, not only the replacement, but also the new product, which is an important inflection point of development. All departments are turning their wheels, and it is normal to be busy. It's the same with other companies. I have reliable VP engineers on the front line, and it's not too crazy."
Product launch
Song Ran blinked twice, remembering the soft and cute white silkworm cocoon of the 8012B, and asked curiously, "The new product... is it Xiao Q?"
He Zhiyuan thought for a while and explained, "Not exactly. The Xiao Q you see is just a test machine, and most of the functional details have been castrated, including the appearance, which is not the final version. The reason why it is placed in my house is because In order to give it a real scene to verify the security. The final version will have a lot of interesting details, I can't reveal too much right now, after a while, I will bring one back for you to play with Boob, okay?"
"Okay!" Song Ran beamed with excitement, "Then... Will there be a promotional video for Xiao Q, the one that looks super-technical and more compelling than forced?"
"You mean the Apple-like style?"
"Yes yes yes!"
Song Ran nodded like smashing garlic.
He Zhiyuan couldn't stop laughing, his chest vibrated slightly. He reached out and rubbed his nose bone, and said, "Sorry to disappoint you. Xiao Q is cute, and to match his appearance, our promotional video has also been made cute. If you like 'super black technology' , it happens to have two brothers, one S7 and one T7, and their promotional videos should satisfy you."
"No... I don't like it that much. Cute style is actually my thing."
Song Ran scratched his ears, corrected his statement embarrassedly, and asked, "Mr. He, you are so busy with work, do you live alone there? Is there anyone to take care of you?"
"Someone will come and do the cleaning once a week, and the rest of the time will be alone."
"Is that so..." Song Ran lowered his shoulders, resting his chin on the raised notebook, and said worriedly, "Then how hard you are, no one will accompany you when you get home."
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Does it hurt?"
Song Ran nodded without hesitation: "Of course it hurts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he weakly supported his forehead - what is Jing Xian talking about, it's only been a day since we've only been dating, do you dare to be more straightforward with this emotional expression? If it goes on like this, don't think about being subtle for the rest of your life!
He restrained the degree of "distressed" and said as "implicitly" as possible: "Mr. He, don't always run around alone in the future, or... or take me and Boob with you on a business trip. , In this case, at least when you come home at night, I can accompany you to talk."
Hearing this sentence, He Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes where Song Ran could not see. He quietly looked up at the roof of the car for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and sat up.
"I was pretty tired just now, but I'm much better now. I feel like I can see you all when I drive back." He Zhiyuan put on his seat belt and started the car, "I'll be home in fifteen minutes, would you mind chatting with me on the road for a while? ?"
Song Ran hurriedly said, "I don't mind, I don't mind."
Although they both knew that it was impossible to see each other in fifteen minutes, such remarks made both parties who were expecting feel extremely warm.
At midnight, the traffic on the highway was speeding. He Zhiyuan went around the ramp, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and quickly merged into the coherent traffic flow. The red taillights blurred into a flowing light strip in the rain.
"Are you and Boob okay? How are you recovering?"
He Zhiyuan asked warmly.
Song Ran looked at the sleeping child beside him, reached out and rubbed his thin and soft hair: "Boob didn't burn yesterday, and his appetite looked good, and his appetite was about the same as before. Today's... um, I Look... I don't seem to have any new acne today, but it's estimated that it will scab in two days. If you're lucky, you can come back and see a face that is the same as before, pure and white."
"What about you?" He Zhiyuan asked, "Has the fever subsided?"
Song Ran nodded and said, "The fever subsided this morning. Zhan Yuwen measured it for me at noon, and it was 37 degrees 7. In terms of body sensation, the temperature should be lower than noon now."
Sounds like good news, but...
"Why did it suddenly burn to 39 degrees that day?"
He Zhiyuan grasped the key point.
Song Ran was startled, bit her nails with a guilty conscience, and smiled dryly: "This... Zhan, Dr. Zhan said it was a common cold caused by a cold... Uh, probably because I haven't been sick for a long time, occasionally It's only after one birth, the symptoms are so serious..."
He Zhiyuan caught the word "catch the cold" and frowned, as if he remembered something: "Did you get wet the day you went to Happy Valley?"
Song Ran was simply shocked: "This, you know this?!"
He Zhiyuan shrugged helplessly.
Of course he knew.
When he came back from Happy Valley that day, Song Ran had mistakenly forwarded a group of photos taken by Lin Hui to him, one of which was Song Ran squatting on the ground, wiping water for a cloth with a bath towel in his hand. At that time, the action of wiping the water led He Zhiyuan's attention, and he only noticed that Bo Bu's hair and clothes were wet. In retrospect, Song Ran's hair and T-shirt were actually wet, and the condition was not much better than that of Bo Bu. . In the next few photos in the timeline, Boo Bo has changed into a new set of clean clothes, but Song Ran has been wearing that half-dry and half-wet T-shirt.
If this is the reason why Ha Songran got cold, how could he not feel guilty as Bubu's father.
He Zhiyuan remembered Bubu's lively and presumptuous appearance in the photo, and he didn't know whether to be pleased that the child was more cheerful than before, or to be sullen that the child was more troublesome than before. He knocked on the steering wheel distractedly, and asked, "How did Bobu get wet that day?"
Song Ran didn't dare to hide it, and answered honestly, "I went to buy ice cream with Lin Hui. He didn't watch it for a while, so he... went for a run in the Fountain Square."
"You caught it?"
"Well." Song Ran said, "I saw that he was soaking wet and didn't have time to think about anything else, so he rushed in quickly."
He Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "After you get back, besides helping him dry and changing his clothes, have you seriously told him that this is wrong?"
"Ah?" Song Ran was startled, "No... no."
"Not a word?"
Song Ran felt guilty: "No."
really.
Exactly as he guessed.
It rained more urgently, and water began to accumulate on the road. When the car in front drove past, a large cloud of water mist was scattered, blurring the vision of the car behind. He Zhiyuan calmly pulled the distance from the car, increased the speed of the wipers, and said lightly: "Songran, to be honest, there is also a problem with the way you treat your children, you and I are two different extremes - I am too cold, you are too Indulge. Judging from Boo Boo's upbringing, we're not actually doing well enough. Of course…”
He paused, then changed the conversation: "You have ninety-five points, and I have five points."
Song Ran just got nervous and waited to be criticized. He suddenly got a compliment, and laughed at the phone with a "puchi".
He Zhiyuan heard his laughter, curled his lips happily, and continued: "I know you like Boob, you are reluctant to pull down your face to teach him, and always want him to be happier, but children are different from adults. Being able to distinguish priorities, what to do and what not to do, it’s okay to be pampered once in a while, children can’t tell the difference, if they are used to being spoiled, they will be lawless in the future. So among the three of us, I can spoil You, but you can't spoil Boob, remember?"
"Remember... remember."
Song Ran covered her hot face and felt herself burning again.
I can spoil you - this, this is a naked love story, right? Isn't he thinking too much? It is too arrogant to even talk about how to bring children into a few words of private goods!
Red card! Red card!
Song Ran gave Mr. He a red card with his flushed face.
He Zhiyuan didn't receive Songran's red card, he changed a lane to the left, passed an old Ford pickup neatly, and continued: "Besides this, of course there are other possibilities - for example, considering that Boob is me It’s inconvenient to take your place. But now, Boob is also your child, and next time you encounter a similar incident, you have to show a little parental courage, and you can’t condone him like this.”
Song Ran tugged at the sheets and said sweetly, "I see."
He thought about it for a while, and then defended himself: "I didn't mean to spoil Boob on purpose, but... I came out of the orphanage. I'm somewhat self-involved, and I can't be ruthless with children. Give me some time, I will take it step by step, and I will definitely become more principled in the future, okay?"
"It's not impossible." He Zhiyuan turned on the right light and moved back to the original lane. "I'll ask you a question. If you answer correctly, I'll give you time."
Song Ran immediately became nervous, and quickly pricked up his ears: "Wh... what's the problem?"
God, he's not good at educational theory at all, don't care what you ask, can you just give some simple, basic ones that he can answer
He Zhiyuan paused for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Did you dream of me last night?"
Song Ran was stunned.
Slowly, his neck turned red: "Dream... I dreamed."
"real?"
Then the fingertips also turned red: "Really."
"Then tell me, what did you dream about?"
He Zhiyuan deliberately teased him, with an obvious smile in his tone.
Song Ran covered her face with her notebook, and complained silently in her heart: I dreamed that you fucked me, and it was so hard that I shot several times, you are just a beast.
He thought so in his heart, and of course it was impossible to say it, so he made up a standard answer that seemed reasonable, erotic and full of love: "I dreamed that you were back, and I went to the airport to pick you up."
Ah, very good.
Retain the most basic restraint.
He Zhiyuan remained calm: "What about after you get it back?"
"After I got it back... uh, that..." Song Ran couldn't compile anything for a while, and got stuck halfway through. The hard-covered notebook rubbed his face hard twice, rubbing a red nose, "After that... it's a little inappropriate for children."
He Zhiyuan laughed loudly, his deep eyes curved into two arcs.
At 12:30 in the morning, the car drove through the deserted trail of fallen leaves and parked in the front yard.
As California's rainy season draws to a close, the clouds can't wait to dump the last of the water, and raindrops hit the windows like hail. As soon as I opened the door, cold air rushed in. He Zhiyuan entered the house in the rain, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and took out his usual small milk pot.
Half a bottle of local Zinfandel, an ounce of brandy.
Cloves, cinnamon, honey, orange slices.
It took ten minutes to cook wine. He Zhiyuan went to the second floor to take a hot bath. Ten minutes later, he changed into a warm nightgown on time, stepped down the stairs with bare feet, and poured himself a glass of wine.
The sound of rain in the courtyard continued, orange trees and rose trees swayed in the rain, and when the wind was rushing, there was a sound, and when the wind was slow, there was a rustling noise. A small night light was lit on the terrace on the second floor, reflecting the water curtain flowing down layer by layer on the outside of the glass.
He Zhiyuan sat beside the bed and drank half a glass of wine alone.
Warm wine into the stomach, a burst of heat in the lower abdomen.
He was bored while driving just now, and he couldn't help teasing Songran, asking Songran to tell him a story in the same tone that he told Boob. Song Ran didn't refuse, but said shyly: I don't have many stories to memorize, just tell you about the chipmunk, don't laugh at me.
The first time she told a fairy tale to an adult, Song Ran was inevitably a little reserved, and her tone was blunt. His words were gentle and patient, and there was a warmth in his voice like defrosting frost and freezing, imitating the vividness of chipmunks and gray squirrels when they spoke, and they sounded extremely cute.
Perhaps it was so good that when the phone was cut off, He Zhiyuan felt an unprecedented loneliness.
There is anxiety in loneliness, and there is unfulfilled desire in anxiety.
He raised his head and drank the red wine in one go, put down the empty glass, and turned off the bedroom light. In the night, there was only a faint and dim light from the terrace.
Such a stormy midnight should be used to make love.
He was going to put the beautiful young man in his arms, tempted him to tell a fairy tale, and then kissed him breathlessly in the middle, and his words were broken and incomplete. And this fairy tale is about a fluffy chipmunk, desperately waving its little paws, trying to push the grey squirrel in love, but was crushed so hard that it couldn't turn over.
He Zhiyuan leaned against the head of the bed, his hand shaking frequently under his nightgown.
There was a deep breath in the air, from slow to urgent, the mood became more and more restless, and gradually became uncontrollable. At the moment when the movement stopped, the gasp was abruptly interrupted at the climax.
Immediately, there was a comfortable and long sigh in the bedroom.