Pastel Colours

Chapter 31

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Day 12 15:18

Ashley.

This unfamiliar name was like a thorn, and it pierced Song Ran's heart lightly—the kind of rotten thorn on an old wooden chair, pierced into the flesh, it doesn't hurt or bleed, but it makes people care.

Song Ran knew that he didn't know He Zhiyuan well enough.

He Zhiyuan on the phone is only an inner part, it is about personality and temperament, and it is relatively pure; in reality, He Zhiyuan has a more complex composition, externally, it is related to appearance, occupation, hobby, relationship history... He knows a lot about it Little, or rather, he knew nothing about it.

Maybe they were dating too fast and they didn't trust each other enough. When the time was right, He Zhiyuan would naturally reveal everything he wanted to say, but Songran couldn't wait.

He developed a strong desire to explore He Zhiyuan's past, especially after the small foot hanging painting appeared.

Ashley.

Who is this girl, is Mr. He's daughter

If not, why was she born with Boo Boo

If so, where is she now

Song Ran guessed countless possibilities in a few minutes, one of which was more incredible than the other, which made him uneasy, and the answer could only be known by asking Mr. He.

Across the picture frame glass, his fingers traced the small green footprints, feeling that they stepped on his heart step by step, deep or shallow.

When He Zhiyuan called in the afternoon, Song Ran was sitting on his sofa lazily playing with his cat. He was enjoying it, and the cloth bag was even more enjoyable. His feet were upside down, his belly was exposed, and he was acting like a spoiled brat for a while. Song Ran and it had been arguing for a long time, and they picked up the phone and confiscated it, and subconsciously let out a meow.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Have you become an elite?"

Song Ran bit the tip of the tongue that made the mistake, and laughed along with it: "How dare I, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become sperm, I'm still pretending to be a cat."

He Zhiyuan teased him: "Then call again quietly, I won't let others hear."

"Don't, don't, it's so embarrassing."

Song Ran can still meow out inadvertently. Once he realizes it, he will stutter 100% and beg for mercy in a hurry: "I'm not joking with you, it's me, your Songran."

The last four words are crisp and lovely, like chocolate beans popping out one by one, sweetness falling into my ears.

He Zhiyuan took a sip of wine and picked out the key points to repeat: "Well, my family is Songran."

The tone has another meaning.

Song Ran's cheeks only felt hot, and he plunged his head into the lush cat hair. After burying it for a while, he lifted it up ashamedly, lowered his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "You... Are you tired from work today?"

"It's alright, it's almost the same as a few days ago, just get used to it. It's almost over, and the pressure isn't as great as it was at the beginning." He Zhiyuan answered him, and the conversation changed, "How about you, how long have you been cleaning up at home, all day long? ?"

Song Ran held the cat's paw and kneaded: "No, I've only been busy for a long time. After cleaning up at noon, I took Bubu out to buy vegetables in the afternoon. I bought half a catty of live shrimp and a catty of snails. I haven't burned them yet. It is kept in a water basin. Boob likes that one, and I can’t get tired of playing alone on the balcony for half an hour... Oh, by the way, I plan to build a fish tank in two days, and let Boob learn to raise small fish and Little Shrimp, in the future, the kindergarten can arrange more materials for homework, is it okay?"

"Of course." He Zhiyuan readily agreed, "The balcony at home is quite large, and it's all empty. You can develop it as you like. If you like, you can also get a small balcony in the master bedroom and put some decorations you like. I didn't pay much attention when I lived alone, and I didn't arrange it much, so I'm going to trouble you."

Master bedroom.

Song Ran remembered the huge double bed, and her ears turned red: "Okay."

The bed is mine, the balcony is mine, the master bedroom is mine, and even Mr. He is mine... Song Ran laughed so hard that he rubbed the cat even harder, and was kicked in the face by the angry cloth bag. one foot.

He Zhiyuan heard his pained cry, and laughed lowly, but felt an unstoppable tiredness hit.

He really wanted to go home and rest.

The white wall in the living room is projecting the video shot by Xiao Q today. The panoramic view, light and color are completely restored, illuminating the midnight on the other side of the ocean. He Zhiyuan sat on the sofa wearing a nightgown, watching the energetic youth and children walking back and forth beside him.

It's a nice sunny day.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was clear and warm, and the tables, chairs, cabinets and floors had been wiped clean. Song Ran walked in from the opposite door humming an unknown tune that was out of tune, holding a small glass bottle in the shape of a fish tank, and placed it on the windowsill. The water plants in the bottle are rippling, and a few small fish shuttle through it, and the slight waves of water reflect the sunlight, showing gorgeous colorful.

In addition to the windowsill, there are several new decorations on the dining table.

A set of plain ceramic vases with a sunflower, a Casablanca and sparse gypsophila.

A set of mugs, a complete set of three in size, are all cute animal shapes, and they also come with a small wooden spoon.

A set of three-dimensional cardboards containing painted forest animals. Boob sat at the dining table, with small art scissors in hand, cut them out one by one, propped them up one by one, and arranged them in groups—chipmunks and grey squirrels, curly sheep and horned sheep, The tall, short, fat and thin little rabbits are also there.

The background sound is always mixed with soft cat meowing. Occasionally, Xiao Q moves to another place, and the meow becomes lighter, and it will sound again soon. It seems that this cat likes Xiao Q very much, chasing him inseparably. Running, the big fluffy tail swept from the camera from time to time, very interesting.

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh.

From the first second of the video to the present, he watched his house slowly change its style with his own eyes. The changes are not complicated, they are all in the details, but there is more of a warm family atmosphere than before.

He began to look forward to the half-month vacation after the press conference.

"Mr. He, when I cleaned the master bedroom in the morning... I found something." On the other end of the phone, Song Ran saw that the atmosphere was relatively harmonious, and seemed to inadvertently start the conversation, "There is a painting on the wall, it is two pairs of Children's footprints, do you have any impression of this...?"

He Zhiyuan frowned: "What's wrong?"

Song Ran paused nervously, struggled in her heart for a few seconds, and said hesitantly, "I, I'm a little curious about that painting, especially the name Ashley. Mr. He, is that your daughter, Boob's sister? ?"

He Zhiyuan did not answer immediately.

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table, pressed the pause button, and the projection screen stopped at a random moment.

The living room returned to silence, and a small night light beside the sofa radiated warm light, casting a clear shadow on He Zhiyuan's three-dimensional face. He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling tired—some unpleasant past events appeared in front of his eyes again, and they were vivid and lingering.

"It's a bit complicated to say, and I rarely mention it to anyone. Of course, if you're interested, I can tell you."

His tone was calm.

Song Ran noticed the reluctance in the calm, and quickly said: "No, no need, if you feel it is inconvenient, it doesn't matter if you talk about it later, or don't talk about it... After all, it's your private matter, and I shouldn't pay too much attention to it."

He Zhiyuan shook his head and laughed: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that it's inconvenient to talk about, but I'm afraid that you will laugh at me when you find out."

"how come!"

Song Ran was very surprised.

He Zhiyuan then stood up, pushed open the sliding glass doors of the living room and the backyard, and a cool breeze swept in, blowing the curtains on both sides up. He leaned against the door, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Songran, we had a fight on the phone before. I said, I don't plan to have children before the age of thirty-five, Boob is a pure Accidentally, at that time you scolded me for not wearing a condom, and the condom couldn't control the dick, remember?"

Song Ran was stunned for a moment, recalling that he had indeed scolded such a vulgar sentence before, and slapped his face: "This, this... don't mention it..."

I want to dig a hole and bury the nonsense, why are you still thinking about it

He Zhiyuan said: "Actually, there is one thing you may not know - wearing a condom is not 100% safe, because healthy enough semen can survive in a condom for several hours."

Song Ran suddenly opened his eyes.

It took him a long time to realize the meaning of this sentence, and his expression broke with shock: "He, Mr. He, you mean... Boob is, it was used by his mother, and he used you to shoot in the condom... "

"right."

He Zhiyuan nodded.

Song Ran continued to be shocked: "But why did she do this? Shouldn't husband and wife respect each other to have children? If you don't want to have children, even if she wants to have children again, she shouldn't use this method to get pregnant... No No, no, no, she wanted a child, so she got pregnant with Boob without your knowledge, and then your relationship broke down, divorced, and broke up. Then why didn't she take Boo away, but gave it to you to raise her? It doesn't make sense! "

He Zhiyuan listened to his guessing, and the divergence was boundless, and interrupted him in time: "Song Ran, I have never been married."

"… "

Song Ran switched her mind: "She wants to borrow a child to force her to marry?"

"no."

"Then why?"

Song Ran really couldn't guess.

He Zhiyuan looked at the uncertain light and shadow in the wine glass, and his expression was indescribably indifferent.

He whispered: "Bubu's mother wants children very much, very much, but all she wants is children, not me. In fact, she has never loved me - Songran, she is just like you , is a born homosexual."

Song Ran was dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

This is not a story that can be easily told.

Especially for a man as rigorous and self-disciplined as He Zhiyuan, the words "being deceived by les", even if it is an understatement, still carries a strong connotation of humiliation.

It's not that he's lacking vigilance, it's just that it's so absurd that it's beyond his defenses.

Six years ago, on the flight from Dallas to San Francisco, when the gentle and beautiful girl with a teardrop on the corner of her eye handed over a wet tissue to express her kindness, He Zhiyuan could never have imagined the full value of himself in her eyes. Just a good quality sperm.