Day 02 06:42
Thanks to He Zhiyuan's late-night phone call, Song Ran didn't sleep well all night, and woke up the next morning with two huge dark circles under his eyes, which he rubbed in front of the mirror for a long time without wiping it off, like eyeshadow. .
Specifically, the main reason is that Dad He's voice is too contagious, and Song Ran is trapped in the emotion of "marriage proposal".
In the dream, the male goddess of Infiniti was wearing a straight black suit, roaming from the sea of flowers with a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hand, knelt down on one knee, and took out a ring to propose to him. He agreed with a face full of nympho, nosebleeds gush out and merged into a red river. Then, the suits were taken off, the vests were taken off, the shirts were taken off, the underwear was taken off... The two people stripped their clothes and saw you naked, and in the sky and rain, they acted together in a real knife and real gun and every detail was indescribable.
When I woke up in the morning and touched my pants, my whole body collapsed.
What the fuck
I haven't played for a few days, and the morale reserve has fallen like this? ! What about modesty and face
He turned his head to look at Bubu, who was still sleeping, and a thought flashed in his mind: those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black. Xiao Bubu doesn't change to a more reliable father. When he grows up, he inherits his father's business. !
The pure and harmless good seedling opened his eyes, and his pupils were shining.
"Good morning brother!"
Boob says hello.
Song Ran was so frightened that he immediately responded: "Bu... Good morning, Bubu!"
"Brother, are you having a nightmare?" Hao Miao approached him and looked at him with concern, "I woke up a while ago and saw my brother was breathing heavily!"
"No!"
Song Ran firmly denied it, clutching her crotch with one hand, and burying her face in the crevice of the pillow in shame.
At 7:30, Boobu washes up in the bathroom. Songran cooks a pot of steaming ravioli in the kitchen, adds a little egg drop and seaweed, and sprinkles a few green shallots.
Bubu swallowed the dates wholeheartedly, finished his breakfast, and took Songran's old bicycle to the kindergarten.
Songran's bicycle was a second-hand item bought from a repair shop for 200 yuan. The original owner had children, so the back seat came with a leather cushion. Boob sat on top with a small schoolbag on his back and hugged Song Ran's waist, full of curiosity about this old-fashioned, slow way to pick up and drop off.
The wheel was a little rusted, and it made a slight and rhythmic sound when it rolled. Occasionally it hit a small stone or two, and when it was unexpectedly bumped twice, Bobu cried out "Yeah" and hugged Songran even tighter. .
In the morning, the air is fresh, the cool breeze is pleasant, and the large green plane trees rustling overhead. As dawn approached, a light rain fell in the city of S. The leaves were soaked with water, and when they swayed, a few drops of water were sprinkled, which wet the clothes of the two of them.
The city hasn't really been lively yet. The streets are sparsely populated. A wild cat foraging is squatting on the fence of the old house by the roadside. Sanitation workers in blue uniforms are pushing a cart to sweep the streets.
"Uncle, how are you!"
Boob waved to him happily.
The wild cat heard the voice, glanced back vigilantly, and jumped off the eaves of the wall, while the sanitation worker turned his head with a broom in his hand, and waved to Bubu with a smile.
Bicycles passed a long graffiti wall sprayed with colorful geometric figures, English letters and Arabic numerals. In the past, Boob passed by in the blink of an eye in his father's car. Today, sitting on the bicycle, he saw every detail of the graffiti clearly for the first time.
He pointed his finger at the wall and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, look, there are so many paintings on the wall!"
There was a street corner that was about to turn in front of him, Song Ran slowed down and instructed him: "Hold tight, don't let go."
The car jolted lightly, and with a squeak, Bobu retracted his little hand and grasped Songran's T-shirt again.
The kindergarten on Bubu is located on Sinan Road. It consists of several exquisite garden houses. It is about a 15-minute bicycle ride from Bishuiwan Residence. When they arrived, the loving grandma, the principal, was at the door to greet the children.
Song Ran stopped the car, carried Boo down, and led it to the head of the garden hand in hand.
The principal's grandma looked at Bubu kindly, leaned over and asked him, "He Yueyang, who sent you today?"
"It's my brother!" Boob replied, "Dad is not at home, my brother sent me here."
Song Ran explained: "I live opposite He Yueyang's house, and I usually have a relationship... eh, it's a very close one. Mr. He has been away on business in the past two days and won't be back until half a month. He asked me to help pick up Boob."
"That's it, the kid will go first, brother will stay for a while." The principal smiled brightly, "Take a moment and register your identity information."
Song Ran: "It's fine."
Bubu said goodbye to him, happily rushed into the kindergarten, plunged into the pile of girls, and chatted with a few little girls carved in pink and jade.
It seems that she has a talent for flirting with girls since she was a child.
It's unfortunate, daddy.
Song Ran made a secret evaluation in her heart.
He showed his ID card, filled in his mobile phone number, brushed his face with a bright smile at the principal's grandmother, stepped on the pedals of the cart, and went to the nearest vegetable market.
Raising children is not easy, and raising other people's children is not easy.
When he answered the phone last night, Song Ran was in a sleepwalking state. He didn't think about it too much. He just thought that Boo Boo was cute and obedient. Today I really entered the rhythm of little dad, and he realized that he is not suitable for raising children.
because of poverty.
In S City, white-collar workers with a monthly income of 20,000 dare to call themselves poor, but Song Ran's poverty is genuine, innocent, and does not contain any moisture. He only has one bank card, and the balance fluctuates in the four-digit range all the year round. Occasionally, it goes up to five digits, which means that the manuscript fee that is a few months in arrears has arrived, and the rent will be ruthlessly swiped back to four digits the next day.
When he first took over Budoudou, he saw the pile of Ling Cailu Chinese cat cans in 8012A, and checked the price on the Internet. From then on, he recognized the noble status of the owner and became a loyal and good cat slave.
Song Ran is used to living a poor life. For apples, he only buys the cheapest Gala fruit. For strawberries, he only buys a pound or two of Qingpu greenhouse goods during the peak season to satisfy his cravings. Cherries have not been touched for more than two years. Eggs are absolutely white. Don't buy brown shells... In the crazy draft period, instant noodles and sausages can make do for a month, and the money saved is all on the drawing paper and paint.
Now that there are more little boobies at home, Song Ran has changed the way he used to buy vegetables from poor and lower-middle peasants, and handed out red notes one by one.
For eggs, you need to choose soil eggs, for beef, you need to choose tenderloin pieces, for jiwei shrimp, only live ones, for chicken wings, only medium wings, and four carrots for five minutes. The grandma who set up the stall looked at him with disgust and asked him if his wife was pregnant. Song Ran was stunned for a moment, saying that he didn't have a wife yet, but had a child. Grandma immediately "tsk tsk" twice, and the corners of her eyes rolled down, and she disliked him more and more.
Song Ran answered a sentence incorrectly, and without a word, paid the carrot money embarrassingly.
"How can Xiao Ning's mother run off? She gave birth to Xiao Ning at a young age, and my mother, Afa, knows how to take care of Nong!"
(Why, the child's mother ran away? Having a child at such a young age, parents don't know how to take care of you)
Grandma kept talking, and reluctantly found a coin from the change jar, stared at Song Ran and asked, "Is it still necessary to cut change?"
The look in his eyes was murderous.
Song Ran didn't dare to ask for change, and continued: "No, no more!"
As he said that, he picked up the plastic bag and quickly flashed.
Song Ran, a young virgin, walked into the vegetable market innocently. When he left, he became an unmarried child with a huge word "injustice" on his forehead.
He rode back to Bishuiwan Residence, the basket was full of a large bag of vegetables, fruits, fresh meat, and milk. The steering was a test of his arm strength, and he almost didn't stop when he passed the canopy parking space under the five buildings.
There were more than a dozen cars parked in the parking space, and Song Ran looked around one by one as usual.
There is no silver-grey Infiniti.
From moving in to today, he has seen all kinds of luxury cars in Bishuiwan Residence, but the Infiniti, which is not very luxurious, has never been seen again except the first time he saw it for the first time.
Not once.
The small flame in Song Ran's heart became weaker and weaker, and it was about to run out of oil.
A strange thought came to him a few days ago, and he thought that the Infiniti male god might not live here at all. On that day, his male god just brought the child to visit the door and happened to be met by him. He didn't figure out anything, he grabbed the key and moved in in a confused way, but he was empty.
In order to test this idea, Song Ran once went downstairs at four in the morning to look for a car for two consecutive days, but found nothing.
He immediately fell asleep.
City S has a population of more than 20 million. In the face of such a huge population base, all efforts and fate are insignificant. If the Infiniti male god really doesn't live here, then... Song Ran will never see him a second time in his life.
How did that happen
Song Ran squeezed the handlebars of the bicycle and stared melanously at the basket of food, thinking that she had changed from a bachelor to a little dad overnight, but skipped the most anticipated romantic part in the middle, would it be miserable? a bit? Everyone has spring, summer, autumn and winter. He always submits manuscripts on time, pays taxes on time, and never owes God anything. Why can't it be a spring
By the time the refrigerator was cleaned up, the clock had already pointed to ten o'clock.
The sun is warm and the living room is bright, just right for painting.
Song Ran set up the paper, pen, and paint tray, and the soft and easy-to-pull big hairy ball came to disturb him, rubbing his calf in circles, meowing and begging for food. Song Ran opened a can of tuna and spooned it into the cat bowl. The cloth wasted extravagance, and after licking his head, he wandered into the sun to wash his face, Song Ran had to wrap the rest of the can in plastic wrap and put it back in the refrigerator.
He sat down in front of the workbench again, opened the top drawer, and took out a wooden picture frame.
In the photo frame is a sketch of a 1/2 profile face. In the picture, the Infiniti male god looks straight ahead, with a smile on the corners of his lips, with a little lazy and seductive little sexy.
Song Ran looked at him, her heart rate out of control again.
This scene was engraved too deeply in his memory, like the hottest soldering iron, pressing hard on the tenderest heart. At that time, the body had just turned a small angle, and the blurred sunlight poured down through the windshield, outlining the outline. The man's deep and handsome facial features are like a studio lamp hitting the model's face.
In just a short moment, the shaft in Song Ran's brain rusted, and his thinking was stagnant, unable to rotate normally.
When he rushed home to paint, his hand holding the pen was shaking.
The picture of love at first sight is always so vivid, and it also blurs too many details because of emotional excitement.
As soon as Song Ran closed his eyes, the hair on the back of the male god's neck could be seen, but as soon as he stroked the brush, everything seemed to be a large mosaic. He panicked in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop and think about it, for fear that if he stopped for one more second, his memory would pass one more minute, and that shocking encounter would gradually become distorted until he could no longer recall it.
Tick the outline, cut out the details, and play the shadows.
After painting a portrait in a hurry, Song Ran looked left and right, dissatisfied in every possible way, felt that his wiring was a mess, the light and shadow were terrible, the connection was unsightly, and it could not reflect 1% of the handsomeness of the male god.
With an impulse in my heart, I almost rubbed it and threw it away.
After calming down after the impulse, Song Ran made an objective evaluation and felt that his skills were still remarkable. The reason why he doesn't like what he looks at is entirely because he is in a state of madness and has extremely high demands. Not to mention sketching, even a set of one-to-one holographic projections will not be satisfied - unless the male god himself stands in front of him.
So Song Ran kept this sketch, framed it in a photo frame, and regarded it as a thought. Before starting work every day, he took it out and looked at it for five minutes, pretending that he was in love with the male god he liked.
"Cough cough, it's past ten o'clock, I'm going to start work here."
Across the glass of the photo frame, Song Ran touched the cheek of the male god, and put on a generous posture: "You must be busier than me with your work today. I won't disturb you for now. I will contact you in the afternoon..."
He opened the drawer and put the sketch upright.
After closing the drawer, Song Ran suddenly felt extremely ashamed of his behavior, covered his face and thought: This month, he should have caused the male god to sneeze a lot, right
Alas, sorry!
It's rare for a dead tree to meet in spring, so please forgive me.
Song Ran put her hands together and bowed her head to apologize to her beloved male god.
At the same time, in SwordArc's technical department on the other side of the ocean, the coders who were working overtime heard their CTO sneezed three times in a row, one louder than the other.
"Bless you, He."
"Bless you, He."
"Bless you, He."
…
For a time, the whole room was filled with the sound of sending warm blessings.
He Zhiyuan reached out and took out a tissue, staring at the cold coffee in front of him, thinking it was time to make a cup of hot ginger tea.