Pastel Colours

Chapter 30

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Day 11 16:43

Song Ran felt that there was something wrong with Mr. He today.

It's subtle, I can't tell exactly what's wrong, but it's really different from before - it's probably too gentle, just listening to the sound makes people's legs go soft, and I really want to lie on his chest and act like a spoiled child.

When cooking in the evening, He Zhiyuan called and said that it was almost two in the morning, and he was lying in bed alone and couldn't sleep, and wanted to chat with Songran for a while. Song Ran was holding his mobile phone restlessly to count the jet lag. He thought that after twelve o'clock, the love phone would not drop. Suddenly, the bell rang. The mobile phone is right on the countertop.

He put on a small apron and chatted with He Zhiyuan while cutting vegetables.

Chatting and chatting, he blushed a little.

He Zhiyuan didn't know what was wrong, and said every word with a smile. This man's natural voice is good, deep, mellow, and steady, with a little laugh, like a subwoofer with love songs next to him, always driving the heart to resonate, and like the beginning and end of every sentence They all hung a small hook for rubbing honey, which made Song Ran's ears itch, her cheeks were hot, her heart was pounding, and a lump of flesh in her pajama pants was bulging, which was unbearable.

Being young is not good at this point, it takes a long time to be hard.

Song Ran was half ashamed, complaining that her penis was too lively, covered her face, and smashed the peeled garlic clove with the back of a knife - Mr. He, please stop laughing, and I will set fire after such a long distance, let me go somewhere to put out the fire ah

Bubu was still sitting in the dining room, Song Ran didn't dare to act rashly, he covered his lower body with his apron, and rubbed his crotch beside the counter in secret.

The dinner was cooked for 40 minutes in total, and He Zhiyuan also chatted with him for 40 minutes. After the pot is cooked, a plate of lily garlic lettuce slices, a plate of five-spice sliced veal, and a bowl of whitebait tofu soup are all home-cooked dishes that Songran is good at.

He Zhiyuan repeatedly said that he wanted to try it, Song Ran had to cooperate with him naively, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of lettuce: "Open your mouth."

He Zhiyuan: "Ah."

"… "

Really

Song Ran's expression was stiff, and he quickly poked the button of the phone. The dark screen lit up, and the caller did display "He Zhiyuan".

The style is deviated.

Song Ran then followed: "A piece of lettuce, is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"… "

Song Ran was startled by his incomparably natural tone, and always felt that the opposite was not He Zhiyuan, but a child who had not grown up.

"Then, then give you another piece of fried lily?"

He Zhiyuan paused and calmly commented: "It's a bit bitter."

Song Ran: "A piece of spiced beef?"

"I put too much salt." He Zhiyuan made a serious suggestion to Songran, "I have a light taste in my meal, so I can put less salt next time."

"Hey hey hey, it's almost done!" Song Ran put down a pair of chopsticks and pretended to be angry, "You're so old, you're still like a child playing at home, a little bit like it's okay... I didn't really feed it to your mouth. ."

He Zhiyuan smiled lowly: "But I really tasted it."

"Liar!" Song Ran yelled at him, "Where is it salty, believe it or not I didn't put any salt at all?"

"I don't believe it." He Zhiyuan laughed again, "Bob said that your cooking is very delicious. How could you not add salt to the spiced beef? Don't be angry, I just don't have anything to tease you, it's delicious, and I'll be honest."

It's really a fart to learn from the air.

Song Ran cursed mercilessly in her heart, but the corners of her lips couldn't help curling up, and her cheeks flushed. He took off his apron, rubbed it repeatedly in his hands, put it back on the hook, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

He heard He Zhiyuan say, "Don't you think it's like we're eating at the same table?"

Yes, there is a bit of a shared dining atmosphere.

Song Ran gave a soft "um" and her expression softened: "Then you can go home early, so we can eat at a table."

"There are a few more days, don't worry, eh?"

"I'm not in a hurry." Song Ran was duplicitous, "Yes... It's Boob who misses you."

It's so obvious that he wants to cover up. He Zhiyuan thinks that he is so cute as hell, and that little bit of flirting comes up again, and he asks: "I have a special preference, can you cook anything?"

Song Ran jumped straight into the pit and answered seriously and innocently: "As long as there is a recipe and I can buy ingredients, I should be able to make it. I have never cooked Western food before, if you want to eat it, I can sign up for a class. That... Mr. He, what do you like to eat?"

He Zhiyuan: "Cook."

"Hey… "

Song Ran couldn't speak anymore, his neck was hot, and his ears quickly turned from pale red to blood red. He squatted on the ground, hugged his arms, and buried his head deeply: "What's the matter with you!"

He Zhiyuan asked back, "What happened to me?"

"Your style of painting the past two days is obviously not like this, obviously... You look like a person, and you are very disciplined. As soon as we meet, your genes mutate and become one, one..." Song Ran stopped talking, three The words were stuck in my throat for a long time, and finally the fire was full, and the words burst out, "Old! Rogue! Rogue!"

Sonorous and powerful, righteous and strict.

He Zhiyuan burst into laughter, making no secret of his rogue character. After laughing, he corrected his attitude and asked Songran, "You don't like it?"

I like your head.

Song Ran buried a monkey's butt face even deeper.

He Zhiyuan said: "If you don't like it, of course I can always be a well-behaved gentleman in front of you. However, life would be very boring in that way - it would be more interesting to be a rogue in a suit and leather shoes and be a hooligan naked. After being together, the old hooligan in my bones can't stay, and I want to show up when I have nothing to do."

Every man is essentially a hooligan in the face of the person he likes. As cool as the skin under the collar of the shirt is, the blood that pumps out the heart is as hot.

About this, Song Ran himself understood very well - because after falling asleep at night, in Mr. He's arms, he was also an out-and-out hooligan.

I couldn't help myself, how could I have the face to ask Mr. He.

The little hooligan and the old hooligan had a tacit understanding in this regard, and soon reached an agreement tacitly - when you are in love, you have to be a little bit in love. In the future, no one should be prudent. Can't stop counting who loses.

Song Ran challenged with passion and regretted it for a second.

He Zhiyuan's rank is so high that he can't pick up a few tricks across the phone. If we meet in the future, he won't lose his underpants, and the chrysanthemum will not be guaranteed

Old rogue, too treacherous!

He dared not to speak out, shamelessly said good night to He Zhiyuan, turned off the range hood, washed the pot, washed his hands, and put the three dishes on the table. Just as he was about to serve the meal, he saw Bubu resting his cheeks with his hands, blinking at him with a pair of big eyes, smiling, his expression mysterious and unpredictable, as if he had just made some small gestures behind his back.

"What happened to you and your dad today, one is weirder than the other." Song Ran glanced at him and brought a small bowl to serve him with rice, "Be honest, what the hell are you thinking?"

Boob swayed left and right: "I won't tell you!"

Yo, there really is.

Song Ran pushed his rice bowl in front of him and pretended to be unhappy: "You are a little devil, you have learned to bully your brother in just a few days, and you will be punished to eat an extra spoonful of rice."

"Hey hey hey!"

Boob grinned, grabbed a small spoon, and ate a bowl full of rice with a secret.

On April 14, the colored footprints advanced one more space. Song Ran took Bubu to 8012B to do a big cleaning, and planned to welcome Mr. He home with a clean window.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the two doors on the twelfth floor opened facing each other, and the sunlight poured into the central public aisle through the small window on the flower stand. Song Ran went to 8012B first, opened the window to ventilate, sprayed a little air freshener, and followed Bubu with a pocket of rags and detergent, put on plastic gloves, wiped the chair diligently, and wiped it diligently table.

Budoudou, who was not afraid of the sky and earth, was a little scared at this time.

It squatted at the door, poked its head cautiously, but didn't dare to follow. After observing for a while, it seemed that the opposite door did not seem to be in danger, so he gathered up his courage, quietly passed through the fragrance and shade of sunflowers and Casablanca, slipped into the house along the wall of 8012B, jumped up to the low cabinet in the living room, and raised his front paws. , lying quietly beside a jade Pixiu.

Neither Songran nor Boob found it, but Xiao Q did.

Xiao Q can capture the dynamic objects within the field of vision without any omission. It locks on the low cabinet, flashes red light and chases after it. The camera swipes at the cloth bag with a "di", and the red light turns into soft blue light.

This is the first time it has identified a pet.

In terms of function, Xiao Q can of course recognize pets, and the quota of "family members" is not limited to humans, but 8012B has never raised pets before, and this function of Xiao Q has been sleeping. Today it finally found a cat, excited as if Columbus discovered the New World, and flashed blue light to show his hello.

Budoudou had never seen such a weird thing before, so scared that his hair stood on end, he leaned against the wall and gave it a paw.

Meow.

A soft cat meow came from Xiao Q's speaker.

Budoudou was stunned, his pupils dilated, and he stared suspiciously at this strange-looking "similar", not knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend.

Meow meow meow.

Xiao Q changed a batch of "friendly cat tones" and barked a few times in cadence, intending to increase the pet's favorability. Unexpectedly, Budoudou didn't appreciate it, and slapped it hard again.

In the living room, Xiao Q and Budoudou were not successfully establishing a cross-species friendship. At the door of the bedroom, Song Ran took a deep breath and pushed open the door that belonged to He Zhiyuan.

A typical single male bedroom is exactly what Song Ran expected.

Beige carpet, light gray bed, small coffee table, single sofa, wall paint and solid wood texture continue the simple lines. Except for the lamps and clocks on the bedside table, as well as the four or five books on the coffee table, there is basically no decorative green plants, ornaments and photo frames in the whole room.

It's too empty.

The books on the coffee table are very thick, and each volume is the original English version, and the titles are either abbreviations of unknown meaning or uncommon long words. Song Ran has a junior high school education and has a limited number of words that he can recognize. It is difficult to see that the title of the bottom book has only three words, two of which are known, one "natural" and one "language", and immediately opened and read - title It can still read two-thirds of the way. The catalog jumps directly into another dimension, and then flips back through the content. Every page is like a book from heaven. The large and difficult English paragraphs are mixed with complicated tables and code examples. Except for articles, he almost unknown.

Song Ran quickly closed the book and put it back on the coffee table.

Science and engineering or something... It's too scary to read alien texts all day long.

In the future, don't try to understand Mr. He's professional field. Instead of doing useless work, it is better to draw a few watercolor rabbit cards and give Mr. He a bookmark. No matter how difficult a professional book is, there will be a cute lop-eared rabbit squatting on the edge of the book and nibbling on radishes.

There are specialties in the art industry, and there is no high or low occupation.

Mr. He can build robots, and he can draw rabbits. Overall, they are a good match.

Song Ran comforted himself solemnly.

In the past, he was far from being so optimistic, and he would definitely be trapped in the gap between the two, but Mr. He said that he liked him, not his education and income. If he struggled again, he would be really sorry. Mr. He's mind.

Song Ran happily cleaned up the coffee table, stacked a book neatly and neatly, then walked to the big bed and looked at it expectantly.

In a few days, the bed will belong to him.

Fingertips stroked the flat quilt, which had not been used for more than ten days, and the fabric showed a hint of coolness. He leaned down slowly, fell on the bed, grabbed the only pillow, and smelled the smell left by Mr. He.

This should be a sophisticated man.

No tobacco smell, not even a hint of alcohol. The pure male body breath with a faint perfume tail note, deep, rich, and sexy, soaked his breath and shook his nerves.

Song Ran liked it very much.

He felt that his imagination had probably gone wrong. Mr. He, who has such a taste, must be better-looking than the ordinary IT uncle in his mind. If he looks better, maybe... he can be regarded as handsome.

Song Ran stood up abruptly on the bed, threw down the pillow, and started looking for Mr. He's photo all over the room-even though he knew in his heart that according to Mr. He's character, he would never put a photo in the bedroom. He searched carefully, except for the drawers and wardrobes, he searched all the corners, but still couldn't find anything like a picture frame.

Alas, it really is an unrealistic fantasy.

Song Ran sat down on the small sofa in despair, her heart getting more and more itchy, like being scratched by a feather.

He wanted to see Mr. He so much, if he couldn't help asking for photos now, would he be laughed at? If I knew it would be difficult today, I should have seized the opportunity of the previous video, even if I held Boob together.

Song then regretted it, nestled in the small sofa, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.

Then he was caught by a decorative painting on the wall.

This is a decorative painting with very little content. Two pairs of small footprints are drawn on square white paper, one is slightly larger, cobalt blue, and the other is slightly smaller, emerald green.

This picture is exquisite and lovely, and it does not match the style of the bedroom.

Song Ran felt strange, so he walked to the painting and looked at it seriously, and then he noticed something strange-the two pairs of small footprints were not drawn, but printed.

Someone held two little babies and dipped their little feet in paint respectively, printing two pairs of immature marks.

Below the small blue footprints, a line of faint pencil words is written:

Boob, 6 months and 11 days.

Under the small green footprints, there is also a line of pencil words:

Ashley, Happy birthday.

(Ashley, happy birthday)