Day 12 18:02
In fact, you can't blame Song Ran for nothing.
Boob's biological mother's identity is a mystery, his appearance is a mystery, and the reason for his parting ways with Mr. He is also a mystery. He is also the character who has the best chance to kill a carbine to win people's love. Song Ran's cherished small family has just been established, and the foundation is still unstable. The two key partners only signed an oral contract over the phone. They have never met each other, and they have never had a shot. The revolutionary friendship is still in its infancy. , I can't stop the behind-the-scenes Boss coming for a while, of course I will be afraid.
This time, after opening the skylight and speaking brightly, apart from Mr. He's assurance, Bobu's mother's sexual orientation is also like a stimulant, allowing Songran to regain her peace.
Moving away from the mountain of "birth mother and child" that was pressing in her heart, Song Ran was overjoyed. She rushed through several drafts in the afternoon as if she had been beaten with chicken blood. Zhang Zhang was exquisite and warm, which was remarkable. In the evening, he didn't even cook. He took Boo Boo on a bicycle to eat chicken and fries (which Mr. He strongly does not recommend), and went to the Paragon Palace to watch a Disney cartoon.
Bubu was so happy that the little cheeks on both sides were stuffed with popcorn, and they came over and kissed.
"Brother is so nice!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, popcorn dregs splashed down Songran's neck like rain.
In the evening, I went home to feed the cat, took a bath, and read stories on the bed. After reading the story, Song Ran put something in his heart and tested Bo Bu: "Do you have a sister?"
"Yes!" Boob nodded proudly, "My sister is so pretty, if you have a photo, I'll show it to you if you don't believe me!"
Before Song Ran could say "I believe", he jumped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom barefoot.
"You don't wear shoes!"
Song Ran was furious, bent down, picked up a pair of slippers on the ground, and chased after him. Budoudou was lying on the sofa with his paws on his back, calmly watching them run across the living room one after the other.
Finally, the slippers were put on, and the photos were brought.
Bu Bu climbed into Song Ran's arms and showed him a photo show - the lake and the pier as the background, two long-haired girls in wedding dresses were sitting by the water, holding a little girl carved in pink and jade in their arms, lying beside them. Wearing a small top hat, a small bow tie around the neck, loyal and handsome big golden retriever.
Boob pointed at the little girl and introduced: "This is my sister, Ashley. Her hair is blond and her eyes are blue, do you look good?"
"Good-looking." Song Ran praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's very good-looking."
Boob was very useful and said proudly: "Of course, who called her my sister!"
"Mmmmm, Boob's sister is the prettiest."
Song Ran cooperated to make him happy.
Then, Boob pointed to the two girls in the photo: "This is my mom, this is Ashley's mom, they got married last fall in Oakland."
As He Zhiyuan described, Lu Jin is a beautiful oriental beauty, with almond eyes, smoky eyebrows, and a gentle and pure temperament - both genes are so good, it is no wonder that the born Xiao Bubu is so popular. The Irish girl beside Lu Jin was much brighter, with eight teeth in her smile, her chin lifted slightly, and she looked enthusiastic and gorgeous.
Their looks are pleasing, but Song Ran doesn't like them.
He thought that if they had made the right choice and hadn't deceived He Zhiyuan, he would have liked them a little more - even if it was thanks to this deception that Boo Bo came into the world.
Song Ran admits that he is a vengeful person with a mind as small as a pinhole, not as generous as He Zhiyuan. In other words, he is not strong enough to be like He Zhiyuan, standing on a high place and showing tolerance to the other party. He Zhiyuan chose to shake hands and make peace, maybe for the innocent Ashley, maybe because he wanted to keep a harmonious "parental relationship" for Boob, or maybe it was really light and easy, and he didn't care.
But he can't.
When he thinks of the word "liar", he is like a stick in his throat - the man he admires, the partner he holds hands with, has been badly deceived, insulted and used in the time he didn't know. Tolerate.
"Brother?" Boob reached out and poked him, "Did you hear what I said?"
He was in a trance: "What's wrong?"
Seeing his absent-mindedness, Bubu shook his head like a little adult, showing a helpless expression: "I said just now that they took a wedding photo, and we can take it too! When you and Dad get married, the three of us will also Take a photo like this and send it to mom, okay?"
Song Ran's spirit was lifted, and he patted his thigh loudly: "Okay!"
This trick to relieve hatred, it works!
Boob was frightened by his overreaction, he leaned back slightly, and raised his hand in a daze: "Then I... I want to wear a small suit!"
"Okay, small suit." Song Ran held the child's armpit, hugged him, and gave him a kiss, "Bob is really clever!"
Bubble giggled happily.
Song Ran looked at the way he laughed, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He glanced left and right, and fell into deep thought: Boob is indeed good-looking, but this kind of good-looking is not literary or classical, but clearly belongs to the neatness and handsomeness of boys.
He grabbed the photo, carefully compared the facial features of Bu Bu and Lu Jin, and found that there was only one or two similarities.
So, the remaining eight or nine points are like Mr. He
Thinking of this possibility, Song Ran was uncontrollably excited, and his eyes were bright, like a shovel shoveled out dazzling gold, and like turning on a kilowatt spotlight.
He asked Boob: "Do you look like Dad?"
Boob nodded and said, "Like, many people say that my father and I are super similar!"
"Then... Then your father must be handsome, right?"
Song Ran stared at Boo Boo intently, unable to hide the gleam in his eyes and the upward curvature of his lips. His posture was like an addicted lottery player pinching a lottery ticket and squatting to draw the lottery. He just raised his arms and shouted: Very handsome, very handsome, very handsome!
Bubu rested his cheeks in his small hands and glanced at his spineless brother: "Ask knowingly."
You have already painted it, and you asked me if I was handsome.
Humph.
Song Ran was so excited when she heard this, she put her hands on Bo Bu's shoulders and asked eagerly, "You have pictures of your mother and sister, and you must have your father's, right? Show me?"
"Do not!"
Boob simply refused.
He had promised his father that he would never reveal the photo to brother Songran for unknown reasons. The promise between father and son is to be firmly abided by, so he playfully threw Songran's neck, and said sweetly: "Brother just look at me, I really look like my father!"
Song Ran pouted in disappointment.
He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. He looked at Bobu's little face, and tried to reconstruct Mr. He's face in his mind through his infinitely rich imagination.
Who knows, the more he looks, the more strange he feels.
This kid... why does he look familiar
When people are lucky, they can solve a big case by picking up a single strand of hair, but when they walk away, a son with highly restored facial features is standing in front of him, and he still can't remember who his father is.
Song Ran dragged on the clues and searched hard, but she was no match for the cunning truth, and in the end she couldn't remember the reason, so she had to attribute the "familiarity" to having been with Boob for too long, rather than being like an acquaintance. He had suffocated his appetite, his heart was itching like ants crawling, and he was embarrassed to ask Mr. He for photos, so that night, Song Ran fell into insomnia as expected.
While he was losing sleep, on the fifth floor of an oval glass building on the other side of the ocean, someone walked down the corridor, tapped the frosted door of the CEO's office three times, and pushed it open.
"Good morning!"
Carl Kraus looked up to see who was coming, stopped what he was doing, leaned back comfortably, leaned back in his chair, and greeted happily.
He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: "Remote control."
Carl didn't ask why, he opened the first drawer on his right, took out a lighter-sized remote control, and threw it in the air. The remote control drew a smooth arc and fell precisely into He Zhiyuan's palm.
He Zhiyuan lowered his head and pressed it a few times, the blinds by the window slowly descended to the bottom, the blades rotated, the light in the office changed from bright to dark, and a white wall opposite brightened up, showing the operating system interface. He cut into his cloud account, where there were many files, and at the top of the list was a video that had just been uploaded five minutes ago.
The total time is 14 minutes and 18 seconds.
He pressed the play button, then took a few steps closer to Carl, turned and leaned leisurely against the edge of the desk, crossing his long legs and resting the remote lightly on top.
Carl watched with interest without asking a word.
This is an unedited original video, with no noise removal and no background music. There are large patches of abundant sunlight, floating leaves and green plants, small glass fish tanks, ceramic vases, and seven or eight elegant animal cards.
Vibrant colors and cool undertones.
The protagonists of the video are a laughing youth and a lively child. They should be cleaning and doing their own things, but they are also very close. They have maintained frequent interactions during the process, hugging each other from time to time, rubbing them twice, laughing at each other, and laughing and laughing.
The third protagonist is a beautiful big puppet.
I have to say that it has a very good sense of the camera. It always likes to pace to the center of the picture, lie on its side unexpectedly, revealing its white fluffy belly, and open its four small paws to bask in the sun. If the lens is moved away, it will get up at the fastest speed and find the center of the lens again.
"What's this?" Carl asked. "Are you looking for someone to shoot new footage?"
He Zhiyuan sold out and did not answer him directly, but said, "Evaluate it objectively."
Carl then watched attentively for dozens of seconds, and after careful consideration, he sat up straight and gave a very positive affirmation: "Adults and children are very photogenic, have a close relationship, interact naturally, and there is no trace of performance. Say, it feels better than the cast I've been looking for before. And this cat... This cat works so well together, the camera sense is surprisingly strong, it's incredible to do this without editing - where did you find it? actor?"
He Zhiyuan then said with a low smile, "This is Boob."
"Bob?!"
In disbelief, Carl grabbed the remote control and played the video backwards, freezing at a certain frame where Boo Boo's face was revealed. He stared and pondered for a while, and finally recognized the child's appearance, and immediately sighed: "It's changed too much, I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he has grown into a handsome little boy - wait a minute, this, this Was it taken by your Q7?"
He looked at He Zhiyuan in surprise.
"Well, my home."
He Zhiyuan nodded, his eyes still on the screen.
Carl remembered that there was another protagonist in the video and wanted to ask who that was. Suddenly, he caught a special feeling from He Zhiyuan's overly gentle expression. He was a little startled, looked He Zhiyuan up and down, and continued to play the video, letting the picture freeze on Songran's face: "What about this one? Zhiyuan, who is this handsome gentleman?"
He Zhiyuan looked back at him and smiled calmly: "Boyfriend."
"Wow!" Carl whistled in admiration, pushed away the chair, stood up, went around the table, hooked He Zhiyuan's neck and tugged hard at him, "Beautiful bend! Rainbow Group welcomes you!"
He Zhiyuan accepted the enthusiasm calmly: "Thank you."
Carl added, "Congratulations on getting out of the shadows. After five years, you are finally in love again."
He Zhiyuan's smile froze.
He knew that Carl was joking, but he pulled Carl's hand away solemnly, turned his head, and looked at him very seriously: "Again, I have never had a psychological shadow. I'm single because the angels never came."
Carl looked dumbfounded by lightning, opened his mouth wide, stared at him for ten seconds, and then tutted: "I really shouldn't have criticized you for not being romantic enough before... Just this sentence, I promise, you only need to say it face to face. Come out, he'll be hard enough to explode."
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Actually, I have a more romantic idea."
Carl's interest grows: "What's the idea?"
"If you're willing to accompany me on the adventure, this press conference is in my session..." He Zhiyuan said word by word, very clearly, "I want to use this video instead."
Carl instantly turned into a stone sculpture, and it took a long time to recover from the shock, and sighed: "My God, you must love him very much."
Song Ran's mood has been very irritable these days.
As April 18 was getting closer and closer, he was excited for a while for "I want to see Mr. He", and for a while worried for "what to do if I die when I see the light", his emotions were ups and downs, like an electrocardiogram of myocardial infarction.
Of course, there is more excitement than worry.
He hurt Chunsi, daydreaming all day long, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he always hoped that Mr. He was lying beside him. Whether eating, rushing to work, or going to the bathroom, the phone is always with you, and you glance at the screen every few minutes, for fear of missing a call. Once in the middle of taking a bath, the bell rang outside, and he couldn't even care about the birds. He rushed out to answer the phone in a hurry, and was almost hit by the boob.
He Zhiyuan also wanted to accompany him more, but unfortunately the press conference was approaching, and the materials were temporarily replaced, and there were too many affairs to deal with. The nightly flirting calls were shortened from one hour to half an hour and then to a quarter of an hour.
Even in this short quarter of an hour, he still kept it up.
Song Ran was never able to see a real person. These days, even magnetic voices became scarce. He was facing a supply cut at any time. The whole person was seriously dissatisfied with his desires, and he was lying on the sofa and rubbing wildly with a pillow.
"In heat?"
He Zhiyuan heard his voice hoarse and soft, and guessed right.
Song Ran was speechless in shame.
"I can't come back for a while, what should I do?"
"What, what, what to do? If you can't come back, why are you teasing me? Why don't you just kill me!" Song Ran was embarrassed and scolded the street with a ripe tomato face, "You are not human, you The boss is not a human being, he calls people to work overtime all day long, does he have no sex life himself!"
Indeed not.
He Zhiyuan wanted to say that his boss was himself, but Song Ran was scolding in a rage, saying it was embarrassing, so he had to swallow it back.
After Songran complained about the "non-existent boss", the anger was exhausted, and the little Songran in the crotch reluctantly softened.
He shouted stickily, "Mr. He..."
He Zhiyuan: "Huh?"
"Mr. He..."
"Um."
"Mr. He..."
"… "
He Zhiyuan smiled dumbly: "You better go take a cold shower."
Song Ran refused and continued to rub the pillow.
At the end of the phone conversation, when I hung up, the pillow was almost rubbed off the line. He Zhiyuan remembered that the key thing had not been mentioned, so he said: "Song Ran, our company will hold a product launch conference tomorrow morning and open a live webcast. Are you interested in taking a look?"
Song Ran lacked interest: "All in English?"
"Yes."
"What about the subtitles?"
"I'm afraid not."
Song Ran was even more listless when he heard it: "I'm not good at English, so I definitely don't understand."
"It doesn't matter, the content is not esoteric, and you can understand most of it just by looking at the picture." He Zhiyuan said warmly, "Are you really not interested in the results of my overtime work for more than ten days?"
Song Ran thought for a while, a funny thought popped into his mind, and he laughed wickedly: "Tell me the truth, are you not popular enough on the Internet and want to pull me in?"
He Zhiyuan didn't explain, and took the charge readily: "Yeah, we urgently need your click support, so you have to stay online the whole time. When the press conference is over, I will call you to spot check the key points."
"Workaholic."
Song Ran murmured softly, rolled over with her arms around the pillow, and said lazily, "Okay, I think that's it."