Day 11 07:10
The next day is April 13, Friday.
Early in the morning, when Boo opened his eyes, the first thing he did was get out of bed with his butt on his back, ran out of the bedroom barefoot, took off the calendar book hanging on the wall of the living room, and painted the feet of the small square 13. Bright lemon color.
Then he flew back, climbed onto the bed again, awoke Songran with his shoulders, held up the calendar book in his hand to show him, and clicked the footprints one by one with his fingers: "One, two, three, four, five! Brother! , Dad will be back in five days!"
He was very excited, and his flying eyebrows almost floated to the ceiling.
"Yeah, he's coming back." Song Ran stretched out his arms before fully awake, took Boo Bo into his arms, closed his eyes and kissed his forehead randomly, "I'll pick you up when he comes back. "
"And you, Dad will pick you up too!"
Bubu was surprisingly excited, rubbing against Songran's chin and neck for a while, with short messy hair, he broke out of the bed, and planned a blueprint for his future: "Brother, there is a big bed in my room, waiting for you to move in, I'll share half of it for you to sleep. I also have a big closet, my own clothes are super small and only take up a little space, the rest is all yours!"
"But..." Song Ran rubbed his eyes sleepily, "your father has already given me half of the bed."
When Bubu heard this, he raised his eyebrows angrily: "How can this be possible! Dad is an adult, and I'm still a child, how can he grab my brother from me?!"
He wrapped his arms around Songran tightly, twisting his little butt and calling out, "Brother sleeps with me, sleep with me!"
Song Ran saw his big watery and black jade-like eyes, and his heart softened all of a sudden. Fortunately, last night He Zhiyuan's warning "no doting on children" was still in the shelf life. Marshmallow hearts baked into hard stones.
"No, my brother has to sleep with Dad at night."
Song Ran held his ground.
Seeing that he could not act like a spoiled child, Bubu sniffed and pouted, and it was going to rain heavily on the spot.
Song Ran was most afraid of seeing the child cry in his life. Before the big move was released, he panicked first, holding up Bobu's face and hurriedly said: "Look, do you stay with me when you come back from kindergarten to bed? With you? Dad is different. Dad has to go to work during the day, and often work overtime when he comes home at night. Only when Boob falls asleep will I have a little time to accompany him. If I sleep with you at night, what will dad do? What to do?"
Bubu was confused by his long string of words, felt wronged in his heart, and felt that he was unreasonable. He thought hard for a while with his little cheeks puffed up, and reluctantly made concessions: "Well, brother Sleep with Dad, and Boob sleeps by himself."
After saying that, he was very unhappy, he hummed loudly, turned around, pointed the back of his head to Song Ran, picked up the rabbit doll beside the bed, and the four little tiger teeth "ah woo" bit the long ears.
Song Ran saw how angry he was, how much he felt guilty, and lowered his head and sighed.
sorry.
It's not that I don't want to sleep with you, I just... I just don't want to be a virgin all my life...
This morning, Zhan Yuwen gave Songran and Bubu a small inspection, and the results were very optimistic. He instructed a few words about the aftercare of chickenpox, and drove away with Lin Hui.
After sending them away, the family reverted to a combination of one big, one small and one cat.
Budoudou stretched his body to the fullest, and threw himself on the one-meter-high sisal column to sharpen his claws frantically. Sitting next to the coffee table, Boob assembles a small steam train for himself, inserting wooden shafts, sticking paper, and painting paints with the same rigorous attitude as a small craftsman. And Song Ran recovered from a serious illness and returned to the workbench to start his daily routine of rushing drafts.
First of all, he wants to officially part ways with the Infiniti goddess.
This strange thought suddenly popped up when he opened the drawer and saw the photo frame of the male god placed neatly inside. Although his relationship with the male god only exists in "one-sided imagination", and there is no real intersection at all, but he really liked people for more than 40 days. At that time, I thought about it all day and night, but I didn't think about tea and rice. The first time I met up to now, my heart skipped a beat. He felt that even for Mr. He, he was obliged to take the initiative to end this unrequited love.
So he cleaned the work table, took apart the photo frame, took out the sketch of the male god, and placed it flat on it.
This man...really good looking.
Song Ran stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the blank space of the paper along the edge of the male god's hair. He said softly: "Thanks to you, my current boyfriend and I can get to know each other. He also lives here, is a very good person, and has a very good baby, so... Let's break up ."
The male god was silent, smiling gently at him on the paper.
"After breaking up, I hope you have a happy life every day, and hope that your little baby can grow up healthy and healthy like my Boob."
Song Ran finished saying goodbye blessings, held up the drawing paper in both hands, and stared at the male god for a long time, but he didn't move any further. He knew that it was time to crumple up this painting and throw it in the trash, but... He really couldn't bear it.
How to do it
Would Mr. He be angry if he stayed without authorization
He hesitated for more than two minutes, and tried to rub the paper several times, but finally gave up the idea, grabbed the pen, and drew another male outline without facial features on the paper, marked with the word "He".
This is his Mr. He.
Then, he wrote the word "predecessor" next to the Infiniti male god, and the word "current" next to Mr. He, and circled it with a beautiful heart to show that he belonged.
In this way, even if you are accidentally discovered, you won't overturn the vinegar jar, right
Of course, he wasn't going to give Mr. He a chance to find out.
He would put the portrait of the male god into a blank watercolor book, hide it in the bottom drawer, put a row of unopened watercolor books, and then cover it with a pile of brushes and paints to ensure that Mr. He would not be interested in flipping it.
Perfect.
Foolproof.
Just when Song Ran was confident about the plan, there was a loud bang from the balcony.
He quickly turned his head to look, and saw Budoudou squatting on the flower stand, with his front paws hanging in the air, looking down with his head poking his head. There are broken roots and broken leaves floating in the water.
"Cloth! Pocket! Pocket!"
Song Ran was furious, slammed the drawing paper on the table, and rushed into the balcony in three steps.
As a pampered cat, Budoudou never felt guilty for making mistakes. Before the enemy, it still squatted on the scene of the crime calmly, lowered its head and licked the right front paw that was wet when catching fish, while licking, rolling its eyes, watching Songran wave the broom, and put the broken glass, dead fish fry and rotten green radish together. Sweep into the dustpan and wave the mop to clean up the water stains all over the floor.
"Meow."
Well done, it deserves praise.
"I managed to feed the green dill! And the fish! Do you have any conscience, ah?"
Song Ran picked up a drying pole to make it to beat it. The cloth turned a blind eye, throwing his tail left and right, jumping down the flower platform, and stepping on the light cat step.
"… "
Song Ran watched it go away angrily, and slammed down the clothesline.
He walked back to the living room, intending to continue the disturbed hiding plan, and was extremely surprised to see that Bubu ran to the workbench at some point, stood on tiptoe, pulled down the drawing paper, and pondered on his Infiniti male god. After a while, his eyes were rounded, revealing an inexplicably excited expression on his face.
Song Ran thought that this time was over. I didn't see my son seeing it first. In the future, if Bubu collided with the male god in the elevator and stabbed a sentence across the face in front of Mr. He, then he really didn't care where the portrait was hidden. used. So he didn't care about the image, rushed to the front of the cloth, pinched the edge of the portrait and pulled it up, trying to save the last hope.
Who would have thought that the Bubu man was so small and strong, that he would not let it go. He blinked his dark eyes and asked, "Brother, did you draw this?"
Song Ran was worried that the portrait would be damaged, so he didn't dare to take it forcibly, so he had to let go.
"I drew it."
"Wow, the painting is so good, it's like the real thing!" Bubu exclaimed loudly, lowered his head to appreciate it again, and begged with anticipation, "Can my brother give it to me?"
I really want a picture of my dad!
"No, no!"
Song Ran refused decisively, so anxious that her forehead was sweating.
Little Ancestor, you don't even know my male god, what do you want his portrait to do, play with it? If you really ask for this, it will be an indefinite time bomb in the future, which may explode at any time.
Song Ran couldn't take the risk of He Zhiyuan's frying the vinegar jar. Taking advantage of the lack of concentration, Song Ran snatched the portrait back, opened the painting book, and quickly clipped it in, protecting him in his arms so that he wouldn't let him take advantage of it. machine.
Boob lost his portrait, and lowered his shoulders lowly: "Why not?"
"Because..." Song Ran hesitated for a while and explained, "Because my brother likes this painting very much, and I want to keep it for myself, so I can't give it to others."
Bubu flattened his mouth and asked very aggrieved: "Can't others give it, even me?"
That's my dad!
Song Ran was stumped by the child's strange stubbornness. She didn't know what to answer for a while. After thinking about it, she could only persuade him patiently: "Bubu, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, I'm afraid that your father will see this picture. If it is given to you, you will put it in your own room, and sooner or later your father will find it. At that time, I will be in trouble. "
"Why can't Dad see it?" Boob didn't understand, "You guys are not all... not all... oh!"
The little brain turned around a few times, as if he had penetrated a certain key point. Bubuzuo nodded vigorously twice, pointed at Songran, and laughed: "Brother is shy!"
I was sneaking a picture of my father, hiding it so that no one could see it, but was smashed by a clever little boob, I was so embarrassed.
It must be so!
Song Ran listened to his nonsense, and he looked at his forehead with a chestnut: "Nonsense, why am I so shy."
I am guilty.
He changed to the Huairou style, squatted down, held Bobu's fingers and bent back, and rolled his eyes with a smile: "Bob, can I discuss something with you, brother? You don't see this painting, don't Tell Dad, how about my brother tell you one more story every day?"
Bubu didn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice, raised his chin, and said stubbornly to the end: "No!"
"Don't be like this." Song Ran's tone softened, shaking Bobu's little hand and begging, "Baby, promise brother, okay?"
"No!"
Bubu turned his face to the other side, raised his chin higher, then turned his head abruptly, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away from Songran, and happily ran to the living room, laughing as he ran: "Brother is blushing, brother is shy , Ouch, I am ashamed to death!"
Song Ran reluctantly watched him jumping around the house, only hating that he was not powerful enough to suppress this spoiled child.
He sat back on the chair, opened the picture book, propped his jaw, and looked at his male god bitterly, inexplicably having a feeling of powerlessness of cheating and being photographed.
What should we do now? Confess to Mr. He again
This is too second!
In order to prevent Bubu from detonating the bomb, Songran formulated a strict supervision plan: when Mr. He called tonight, he would stay by Bubu's side. If he found something wrong, he would immediately cover his mouth, seal his throat, and drag him away. , "kill" people to silence them, and never show mercy. The feasibility of this plan is not bad, but Song Ran miscalculated the most important point - Yibubu's patience, he couldn't wait for the night at all.
In fact, that afternoon, while he was taking a short nap, Boob couldn't wait to order the bomb.
The little guy looked left and right, and finally waited until he fell asleep, and a light reel rolled out of bed, cat on his waist, tiptoed, and tiptoed close to the workbench, took out the picture book from the first drawer, and found the sketch image. Then, he held it like a baby, quietly opened the door of 8012A, and slipped back to his house opposite.
Ten minutes later, the hidden door was pushed open, and Bubu came in, his eyes full of bright excitement.
The little thief works without leaking. He clips the sketch image into the picture book, puts it back in the drawer as it is, and restores the scene perfectly. Then the cat quietly enters the bedroom, climbs into the bed, covers the small blanket obediently, and pretends to have been sleeping properly.
Song Ran didn't notice the movement beside him at all, he grunted in his sleep, rolled over lazily, and scratched his crotch unconsciously.
At the same time, a new email was delivered to He Zhiyuan's personal mailbox with a beep.
It was ten o'clock in the evening Pacific Time, and He Zhiyuan had not finished his day's work, and was still busy in the Hammer Theater not far from the company. In a few days, the company will officially announce their seventh-generation product here. More than half of the venue was set up, and all aspects entered the coordination stage. People came and went, and the voices were noisy. Everything was like a wire dragging on the ground, seemingly chaotic and orderly.
Carl Kraus, who has been used to wearing T-shirts and flip-flops for thousands of years, rarely put away his idle posture today, put on formal clothes, gave a complete trial lecture on the main stage, and then stepped down to confirm with the company's SVPs item by item. detail.
As one of the keynote speakers, He Zhiyuan was arranged to take the stage after Carl.
He is a technical partner in the early stage of the company's startup, but speaking is by no means his shortcoming. On the contrary, he has experienced nine years of experience in this area, from a small venture capital event with three or four people to a large conference event with thousands of people. Accumulated from a lot of experience, it is a calm typhoon, a clear statement of focus, and a self-contained image for extra points.
He plays with impeccable American humor, fits the scene, and the scale is appropriate.
As he stepped down, Carl raised his hands and gave him a pair of thumbs-up gestures.
He Zhiyuan smiled, returned to his seat and drank a cup of black coffee to refresh himself, then opened his laptop and checked new emails. The highlighted star-marked mailbox jumps slightly in the menu bar, and a bubble corner appears: 1.
A new email from Xiao Q, the content is - his family left a 52-second video.
In Xiao Q's current database, 8012B has only two family members, and "his family" can only be Boob. Boob lives well at the opposite door, why did he suddenly send a video message to him
He Zhiyuan switched the interface and clicked on the video stored in the cloud.
"Baba, can you see me?"
Boob appeared in the center of the screen and waved to the camera, his little face flushed red, looking three-point nervous and seven-point excited. He held a sheet of 16-kilogram paper in his hand, like holding a huge flower cannon, ready to open it at any time to present him with a colorful surprise.
"Baba, I, I, I'm going to tell you a secret!" Boob said excitedly, "You must be very happy to know!"
This little stammer... how come it looks more and more like Songran.
He Zhiyuan smiled.
Bubu puffed out his chest, probably preparing himself mentally, then opened the drawing paper with a "swoosh" sound, put the blank side in front of the camera, and said in a mysterious tone like magic: "Baba, this is Songran. Look at the painting my brother drew, don't blink, I'm going to turn it over!"
He Zhiyuan stared at the piece of paper at leisure, not believing that this quirky child could really come up with something extraordinary.
But three seconds later, the calm expression on his face cracked.
He Zhiyuan's pupils tightened, his body leaned forward, and he snapped the space bar to pause the video. His eyes locked tightly on the sketch on the screen, and he almost wanted to grab it from Boob's hand.
Of course he knew who Song Ran painted.
That's his face.
Fixed in a random moment in the sun, even he himself has no impression.
In addition to the portraits, there are also some scattered words and graffiti on the paper: former, current, congratulations, love in pencil... When He Zhiyuan slowly understood what it meant, the intense joy was like a tsunami more than ten meters high, ruthless. Beat his heart hard.
He remembered Song Ran once said: I moved here because I wanted to meet someone.
He looks about 1.86 meters.
In good shape.
Nice to smile too.
And a cute kid.
…
He Zhiyuan leaned back, his body that had been tense all day suddenly relaxed.
It is an indescribable comfort and satisfaction.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his hand, a gentle smile gradually rippling from the corners of his lips, filling the corners of his eyes and brows. After a while, he sighed softly and smiled helplessly: "Song Ran, you are going to eat me to death."