Day 02 16:33
In the evening, Song Ran picked up Bubu on an old bicycle from school.
Boob didn't wait for the parents yesterday, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away from the teacher's eyes like a little monkey. Today, my elder brother picked him up. He stood at the front door in a big way, and when he saw Song, he quickly put a small red flower on his cheek. Songran asked what was going on, and Boob said proudly that he told the story of the chipmunk and the grey squirrel to other children, which was well received, and every little girl in the class gave him a sticker.
Song Ran was amazed by his excellent memory and expressiveness, and then he thought about it, Dad He can even tinker with perverted things like Xiao Q, and he is definitely not my race. As the saying goes, a tiger's father has no dog's son. Boob inherited his genes and must be a little smarter than other children.
Bubu tasted the sweetness, and after dinner, he pestered Songran to tell stories, hoping to earn tomorrow's little red flowers.
This time, Songran picked out a book of "Giraffes Can't Dance" for him, one big and one small nestled comfortably on the sofa, vividly and vividly, and explained.
This story is very simple. It is about a little giraffe who likes to dance, but because its four long legs are different from other animals, it always likes to fall somersaults and makes a lot of appearances. Later, it found its own natural joy, and finally became a dancing giraffe.
After listening to the story, Boob jumped to the center of the living room and stood on tiptoes, craned his neck, and imitated a tall giraffe, learning the dance steps of tap and tap. Budoudou was robbed of his territory, stood up in disgust and arrogance, jumped on the armrest of the sofa, and stretched his soft waist.
"Meow!"
It protested to Songran.
Song Ran hurriedly closed the picture book, scratched its fluffy cheek, and said flatteringly, "Both of you are surnamed Bu, both are ancestors, and I'm hard to be a servant with both sides. Would you please forgive me and try Try to live in harmony?"
Budoudou expressed his opinion with tiger teeth and bit him.
"It's too much!" Song Ran said angrily, blowing his fingers, "Today's canned supper has been cancelled."
"Meow!"
Budoudou blew his beard and stared.
Song Ran was instantly discouraged: "Okay, there are cans, there are cans."
Or how to say that if you step on two boats, you will be punished? Song Ran has two jobs, one time as a cat slave, another time as a child slave, and his status in the family is almost as low as dust.
At 8:50 in the evening, Boo Bo was sitting at the dining table, with a small canvas around his neck and small sleeves on his arms, carefully coloring the white paper with colored pencils.
Songran drew him a set of simple animals, including chipmunks and gray squirrels, giraffes and small crickets, as well as leaves, mushrooms and large tree stumps, which kept him very busy, while Songran held a kitchen knife in his hand, In the kitchen, chop up wonton fillings in full swing.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!
Chop out the drums, chop out the rhythm.
When Song Ran chopped the meat at the very beginning, Bu Bu had been standing beside him with his little hands behind his back, probing his head to watch. This child lacks love so much that it is difficult to meet someone who is patient with him. If he finds a treasure, he will not leave Songran for a minute.
It's not a problem that the child is too clingy, the problem is that the kitchen knife is too brutal, and the 360-degree dead angle is not suitable for young children to watch.
Song Ran had a plan in mind, spent five minutes drawing a simple animal, and presented 48 color pencils, successfully attracting Boob's attention, allowing him to entertain himself within sight and be at peace with each other.
What a wonderful child, at the age of four, yet his sense of security is so poor. To tell the truth, Dad He's talent in raising children can be laughed at for a year - he can't raise a dog like this.
Song Ran held a stainless steel kitchen knife, thinking of the man-level player who had a seductive voice, deep scheming, and love to dig holes on the ground, his teeth itch with hatred, his anger value turned green to red, red to purple, and once again exploded in an instant, pushing the blade closer The minced meat is a burst of rage-like slashing with a knife.
Boob was frightened by the murderous aura, he stretched out his little hand and patted his fragile heart.
click.
The minute hand of the clock skips one space and points straight up: nine o'clock.
"Pika Pika - Pikachu! Pika Pika - Pikachu! Pika Pika - Pikachu!"
In the living room, Pikachu's phone rang abruptly, and the magic sound pierced through his ears, almost causing Songran to chop off a finger. Boob pushed away the pen and paper, jumped off the chair, ran over to pick up the phone: "Pupu!"
As a courtesy, Song Ran put away his anger and chopped meat with a slow knife, which greatly reduced the efficiency by 90%. Halfway through the process, Bubu ran over from the living room and shouted happily, "Brother is at home, do you want to talk to him?"
Again? !
Thank you Mr. He, but I don't want to talk to you!
Song Ran slapped the kitchen knife with his backhand, strode out of the kitchen, put his right index finger in front of his lips, and whispered to Boob, "Shh."
Boob brakes in time, staring at him curiously.
Song Ran stretched out his left index finger again, pointing both index fingers to the bathroom at the same time, poked hard a few times, and then intertwined his fingers, making a big fork of rejection.
Bubu understood and accurately conveyed to the opposite side: "Brother said that he is stinking and doesn't want to talk to you!"
…
Songran was petrified.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: instead of admitting that he did not close the toilet when he went to use the toilet, it was better to admit that it would not be ashamed to admit that he blatantly lied.
"Forget it." He held his forehead helplessly and stretched out his hand, "Call me."
But Bubu said, "Okay, bye Baba!"
Wouldn't it be so easy to get away with it
Song Ran was overjoyed when he saw the child pressing the hang up button, and heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Brother, Baba said that you can't disturb you to pull the smelly smell, it will cause constipation." Bubu smiled and squinted his eyes, and offered him his mobile phone, "He asked you to call him after you finished pulling the smelly smell."
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!
Kitchen knives flutter in the kitchen and minced meat splatters on the chopping board.
In a fit of rage, Song Ran chopped the amount of meat that was supposed to take five minutes in one minute, then washed chopped green onion, cut tofu, poured cooking wine, added soy sauce, and sprinkled cornstarch in one go, stirring quickly with chopsticks, and finally rushing to solve a physiological problem in humans. After the meat filling was processed within the normal time required, a stack of wonton wrappers was pulled out from the refrigerator.
When all the materials were ready, he grabbed the phone and held it tightly in his hand.
What are you afraid of
A person with an image needs to take care of his image. He has no image in front of Dad He. As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and a person is shameless and invincible. In the next ten days and a half months, they will cooperate but not meet each other.
Come on, come and flirt.
Song Ran gave herself a good set of buffs to strengthen her resistance to flirting with Han, pressed the big red heart symbolizing her parents in the center of the Jiugongge, put the phone on her shoulder, tilted her head, and started to wrap small wontons quite stubbornly.
Yesterday, the experience bar went up a lot, and today it will not break the defense 100%.
Calm down.
The bell rang a few times, the call was connected, and He Zhiyuan's voice came over: "Song Ran?"
Lazier than yesterday, even gentler.
Oops, my ears are a little itchy.
Song Ran's ears were slightly red, her shoulders shrank, trying her best not to show her timidity: "Yes, it's me."
"You... quite fast."
He Zhiyuan smiled meaningfully.
Song Ran's face turned pale, and he slammed his chopsticks into the minced meat: "I'm not constipated!"
Will you be able to speak well? !
He Zhiyuan smiled again: "Okay, at least it means you are healthy... What are you doing?"
"I'm making small wontons." Song Ran replied, "I cooked a pot for Boob this morning, and he liked it very much."
He said each word very briefly, without sticky sounds between words, as if he had turned on the Google girl mode, and he didn't sound very willing to chat with He Zhiyuan.
He Zhiyuan was a little helpless - he didn't do anything, is what happened last night really so worth remembering
"Isn't it troublesome to wrap the wontons yourself?" he asked, "I remember there are ready-made ones in the supermarket."
"Mr. He, please, it's a big wonton. Bobu's mouth is too small to be stuffed in. He likes small wontons." Song Ran picked up a chopstick with minced meat, knocked on the side of the basin, and skillfully knocked down a small half. Tuan, "Besides, how can the wontons sold in the supermarket be as delicious as the ones I hand-wrapped? My wontons are full of love. They use the best pork, the best chopped green onion, the best tofu, and the best craftsmanship, and absolutely no umami is added. It is healthy, delicious and filling, very suitable for children's tastes."
He Zhiyuan was amused by him: "I haven't had breakfast yet. You made the advertisement so loud that I'm hungry."
Song Ran raised his eyebrows, picked up a wonton wrapper, and recited the key points: "It is very suitable for the taste of 'children'."
It's not you, kid.
Hearing this, there was an obvious pause, and the end of the smile disappeared.
"Uh… "
Song Ran stopped the action of wrapping wontons, feeling a little guilty - was his tone too aggressive
Sure enough, after a long while, he waited for He Zhiyuan's slightly embarrassed response: "That's right, then you can wrap it up for Bubu, and I won't mess with it as an adult."
Song Ran hurriedly said, "Mr. He, I... I didn't mean that."
The other party is a technical elite, polite and know how to cheer, and deliberately finds an opportunity to praise him. He was fine, just caring about venting his petulant temper, and slapped it back on the forehead of others.
People can be poor, but they can't be rude, they need to be poor in temperament and demeanor.
Song Ran stared at the exquisite and snow-white little wonton in his hand, and came up with a remedy: "Actually... I mean, today's wonton stuffing is the 'children's taste' that Bobu likes, not the 'adult's taste'. Mr. He, If you want to eat it, I will specially pack you 'adult-flavored' wontons in the future."
Perfect!
It not only shows its hospitality, but also shows its thoughtfulness, and the small wonton, which cannot be used for dinner but only for breakfast, is absolutely impossible to treat guests - who would invite people to breakfast
Song Ran was deeply impressed by his own wit and was in a good mood. He weighed the small wonton in his hand and put it on a plate that had been floured in advance.
He Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "Okay, I will definitely try your craftsmanship when I have the chance."
Song Ran's hair was fried like a cactus, and after Shunping Mao was a pot of succulent, he had a good attitude. He only wrapped small wontons in his hands, and chatted with He Zhiyuan one after another. After a while, the wontons on the plate were sized twice.
"… More than that, what are vegetables? My stewed meat is even better!" He bristled and boasted of his cooking skills, "The braised pork I made was fatty but not greasy, quivering with oil, and bright and smoky, as well as steamed shrimp with garlic and stewed clams. Eggs, beef tenderloin with sand tea, white-cut chicken... As long as you can tell, I can basically make... Recipes? It's boring to read recipes, I usually figure it out by myself!"
"The sauce for the white-cut chicken? Is it difficult? To tell you the truth, I can make the sauce... Cake? Forget the cake, Boob has too many cavities, and I'm not very good at making the oven, always. I'm afraid I'll break it... I'm not bragging, to be honest, I haven't ordered Western food, the only skill tree left in the eighteen cooking arts..."
Song Ran picked up a chopstick of meat filling and happily wrapped it into the dough.
"Hey, by the way, Dad He, what does Boobu usually like to eat?... You don't know? This is not good, how can a father not know what the baby likes to eat. Well, I will help you make a cloth Bu's small file, write down everything that needs to be written down, and when you find a new nanny in the future, just show her the small file..."
He Zhiyuan listened with great interest: "Are you very experienced with children?"
Song Ran gave a loud "um": "Of course, there are a lot of younger brothers and sisters in my family, and each child has his own small file. Taking care of children is my old job, and Huang Guihua, who is more lazy than your family, It’s much more reliable. If I apply for a nanny job, I’m guaranteed to earn thousands more every month…”
When he mentioned the topic of income, He Zhiyuan remembered today's business: "Song Ran, let's discuss the salary for this half month."
Song Ran was surprised: "Salary?"
Paying to help with a child
He Zhiyuan made a generous offer: "I will open it for you at the market price, eight thousand for half a month, can you think of it?"
Boom!
Song Ran was stunned, and the chopsticks in his hand fell—eight thousand? Being a nanny or robbing a bank? !
He Zhiyuan added: "Eight thousand is the labor cost, it does not cover the cost of consumable materials. You can keep a separate account for the money for vegetables and milk, and I will pay you separately later."
"No... It's not so good, right?" Song Ran's face was like a dream, "I'll just wrap a wonton, it's worth 8,000 labor?"
They were all wrapped up so badly that they looked like they had rolled over a dozen laps on the ground, which was not decent at all.
He Zhiyuan asked back, "How much do you charge?"
Song Ran's math is very poor, he gestured his finger on the flow table twice, hesitantly reported a number: "Eight hundred?"
"No talk." He Zhiyuan directly dismissed, "Below the minimum wage."
Song Ran protested: "I can only do odd jobs!"
"Also below the minimum wage."
He Zhiyuan was watertight, Song Ran was speechless.
The two began to argue with their mobile phones. The local tyrants had money and couldn't give them out. The poor forced them to have no money and dared not collect them. They were deadlocked for a long time, and finally they came up with a brand new offer: 12,000.
Song Ran struggled feebly: "Mr. He, can you speak some reason..."
"Thirteen thousand."
Song Ran's face was serious: "I'm so angry!"
"Ten thousand and four."
Song Ran: "I..."
"one… "
"14141414!"
Song Ran interrupted him, held up the little white flag high, and waved it around in tears.
In view of the high price offered by He Zhiyuan, Song Ran took others' hands softly, and thought that he should provide some VIP services outside of his main business, such as sending a caring spring breeze to his employer in a foreign country.
First, do the first item - ask for help.
Song Ran smiled, showing eight big white teeth: "Dad He, are you up yet? What time is it on your side?"
He Zhiyuan yawned comfortably: "It's past six o'clock and I haven't woken up yet."
He looked out the window, the sky was dark before dawn, but Song Ran's voice was very refreshing, like a beam of light that came into the world ahead of time, which made him feel bright.
"… Oh."
Song Ran nodded, thinking in his mind.
If he hasn't gotten up yet, Dad He should be topless and only wearing a pair of underwear to talk to him on the phone, right? Boob is so cute, and Dad He is definitely not bad. A man in his mid-thirties is just beginning to mature, his vitality has not faded, and the two temperaments are mixed together. It is the most attractive time. A little, that... that's just...
Nonsence!
Song Ran spit on herself - you are already a family, and you dare to congratulate your father, are you worthy of the Infiniti male god
He pulled his out of control thoughts back from the abdominal muscles and the mermaid line, and embarrassedly found a topic, trying to cover up his dirty heart: "That... Dad He, I can hear you have a nasal sound, do you have a cold?"
"It's not bad for a cold," He Zhiyuan said. "Last night, I forgot to close the hood, and drove back at 80 paces. The wind was blowing on my face, and I got a headache in the morning."
Song Ran hurriedly said: "This is the early symptoms of a cold. If you don't pay attention, it can easily become serious. Do you have ginger and brown sugar there?"
"Ginger and brown sugar?"
"Yes, you can make a cup of ginger tea." Song Ran spoke quickly, "First boil a pot of boiling water, cut four or five slices of old ginger into it, then turn to low heat and simmer for ten minutes, then add a spoonful of brown sugar, if there is no brown sugar Brown sugar can also be used. Remember to use old ginger, don't use ginger, the effect of ginger is not very good... "
He Zhiyuan asked with a smile, "Is white sugar ok? I only have white sugar for making coffee."
"Yes, yes." Song Ran nodded again and again, "The key is to have ginger!"
"No."
Song Ran was stunned: "Uh..."
Ginger... Ginger doesn't either? How to cook ginger soup
He didn't realize that He Zhiyuan was deliberately teasing him, and he frowned, thinking seriously about the solution. Later, it was really difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and he was defeated and said in frustration, "Then...then you should sleep a little longer, Sleeping can enhance immunity, it works, I won't disturb your rest for now... "
He Zhiyuan was a little flustered for some reason, afraid that he would hang up the phone in the next second, and immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I often forget to close the awning, I'm used to it, I'll take a hot shower later and I'll be able to relax."
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the nightgown and put it on, and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.
"Songran, tell me what Bubu has done these two days. I haven't been with him for a long time."
In the kitchen, the espresso machine ticked once again, and the microwave's digital clock flashed regularly, showing the current time: 06:32. He Zhiyuan leaned against the reception desk just like yesterday, listening to the young man who was warmer than Chaoyang tell him about Boob.
Boo Bo told the story of the chipmunk to the kindergarten children and got a stack of small red flower stickers.
Boob was interested in the graffiti on the roadside and correctly identified rectangles and triangles.
Boob has a good appetite. He ate a bowl of beef bowl for dinner. He was not picky and ate all the carrots and broccoli.
When Boob listens to the story, he is very attentive and rarely distracted. When asking questions, he will raise his small hand first, and he will imitate the dancing of a giraffe vividly.
…
He Zhiyuan was in a good mood.
When he was away, Boob was still doing well. Even if he was taken care of by strangers he didn't know, he was as generous and well-behaved as in front of him, never causing trouble. It is easy for anyone to keep it, and everyone likes it.
It is a blessing to have such a sensible child.
But just when he thought so, Song Ran hesitated and said, "Dad He, besides these, I have a few other things to say. Don't be unhappy when you hear it."
He Zhiyuan turned the small silver spoon and said in his usual tone, "No, tell me."
Song Ran quietly glanced at Boob out of the corner of the eye, and seeing that he was concentrating on painting, without noticing himself, he whispered, "Dad He, Boob... Actually, he is not as good as you think. He has been in the past two days. Beside me, he has always been very clingy, and he likes to act coquettishly, like a kitten that has not been weaned, and occasionally has a temper. He is really naughty, and I can't stand it. "
"Really?" He Zhiyuan frowned and stopped stirring the coffee. "He wasn't like this before, probably because you have a good temper and don't know how to refuse. Give him your phone, and I'll tell him a few words..."
"No, no, that's not what you mean, don't get me wrong!" Song Ran hurriedly corrected, "I mean, it's right for children of his age to be tossing around all day, it's their nature to be tossing around, like Boobu. Be good, but it's just a little... not normal."
He Zhiyuan didn't understand: "Not normal? Be sensible earlier, what's not normal?"
"Um… "
Song Ran choked, then shook his head.
This dull and inexperienced father doesn't understand the child's delicate heart at all, what should he do? It seems that it is time for Brother Songran to come out and have a serious talk with him.
"Wait a minute, I'll go talk to you in the room."
Song Ran quickly washed his hands, wrapped the little wontons in plastic wrap, put them in the refrigerator, trotted all the way into the bedroom, closed the door with his backhand, jumped onto the bed, kicked off his slippers.
He sat cross-legged, and habitually grabbed a pillow and put it in his arms and closed it: "Mr. He, let me tell you, the happier the baby is, the later he will be sensible. Boob is only four years old, and his family is so rich. There is no need to rush to grow up. He should be happy all day long, laugh when he wants to laugh, cry when he wants to cry, and when he gets older, he will naturally become sensible.”
"I don't deny your point of view." He Zhiyuan said calmly, "but Boob's precocious puberty is by nature, not because of what you said - unhappiness."
Song Ran felt that the misunderstanding between father and son was a bit tricky, so he became anxious: "Dad He, if it was natural, Boo Boo wouldn't show a different appearance in front of me. Let me give you an example, you know the sky Where is the most well-behaved child? In the orphanage. The children of the orphanage will not act like a spoiled child or make trouble, because no matter whether they laugh, cry, wrestle, or get sick, no one will let them go. In their hearts, so slowly, they will stop being coquettish, and they seem to be more obedient than ordinary children, but in their hearts, they actually want to be coquettish more than anyone else."
The silver spoon fell into the china mug, spilling a few drops of dark brown coffee.
orphanage.
Learned helplessness.
Song Ran spoke for a long time, comparing his boob to the children in the orphanage. Even if it was good intentions, the subtext accusing him of ignoring the children... also seriously crossed the line.
In the dialogue with Song Ran, He Zhiyuan showed a slightly sullen look for the first time.
And Song Ran didn't notice it, and was still talking wishful thinking: "Last night, you let Bubu go home to sleep alone, he was very good, and promised you in person, but you don't know, he cried as soon as he walked to the door of the house, I coaxed it back. Mr. He, look, Boob doesn't really want to go home, he wants to stay with me, but in order to leave a good impression on you, he can only say things against his will."
"Songran, please don't..."
"Mr. He, don't you have a very beautiful robot at home?" Song Ran said, "I heard Boob say that Xiao Q is your best work, it can prevent theft and monitor, it is very powerful, but no matter how powerful it is , I can't replace you. You are the father of the child. What Bobu needs most is not a nanny, nor a small Q, but you. You can't charge a small Q. I say this, you... Can you understand? ?"
He Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly picked up the silver spoon and threw it into the sink.
He picked up the coffee and walked to the living room, turned on the hands-free mode of the mobile phone, pressed the screen down on the surface of the coffee table, pushed his finger forward, and the phone slid to the other side of the coffee table, stopping dangerously on the edge.
He sat down on the sofa, opened his notebook and started working.
"He... Mr. He? Are you still listening?"
Because of the distance, Song Ran's voice was a little fuzzy.
He Zhiyuan: "I'm listening."
Song Ran asked again: "Then do you understand?"
"probably."
"Probably how? To be a qualified father, you must understand it very well, for example... " Song Ran paused, feeling that He Zhiyuan's voice seemed to soften. He thought it was a problem with the children's mobile phone, so he tapped the volume plus sign twice, and still said excitedly: "You need to study child psychology, play parent-child games with Boob, tell him fairy tales, and kiss him every day. Kiss him, hug him. Children are different from adults. They are sensitive in their hearts. If they don’t spend a little time with them, they will easily get hurt…”
He Zhiyuan interrupted him: "Song Ran, I don't have that much time."
This time, the impatience in his tone was too obvious, and it stabbed Songran all of a sudden. A splendid smile froze on the corners of his lips, Song Ran froze, and asked uncertainly, "What did you just... say, what did you say?"
"I said, I don't have time to learn how to be a good dad, I have more important things to do."
"What's more important?" Song Ran suddenly sat up straight, almost unable to believe he heard some bastard words, "Boob is your son, your family, could it be... Is it not your most important thing to take care of him? Is something wrong?!"
"no."
He Zhiyuan admitted it frankly, and seemed extraordinarily ruthless because he didn't intend to cover up.
He typed on the keyboard and replied to the email line by line, his eyes never leaving the screen, and his tone was indifferent: "I guess you don't like to hear such an answer, but this is my true opinion - Boob is my son, not me. The most important thing in life. Song Ran, reproduction is a universal behavior and a biological instinct. Any combination of two opposite sexes can create the next generation. I don't think such a mundane behavior has any special value. If you I think there is, I have no objection, I am willing to respect your opinion, but I also hope you can understand me."
Song Ran was stunned: "Mr. He, what are you talking about?"
"There is also a family." He Zhiyuan continued without changing his face, "there are hundreds of people's life styles, and family is just one of them. It is extensive, but not unique. I think it is widespread, not because of itself. How valuable is it, but because it is suitable as a cornerstone to assist one in pursuit of other higher goals."
"No, no, Mr. He, there is something wrong with your idea!"
Song Ran's chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.
He instinctively resisted He Zhiyuan's point of view, stretched out his hand in the air, and tried to explain his own opinion: "Of course the family itself is valuable, otherwise, there would not be so many people who want to start a family! It... uh, It is the most important foundation in a person's life, a sense of belonging. Parents, children, and relatives are all sources of happiness. I think it must be more important than career... "
To Song Ran's horror, he couldn't convince himself.
Perhaps Mr. He's tone was too calm, and the rhythm of his statement was too steady. In contrast, there was only obvious panic and incomprehensible words on his side. At this moment, the belief that he depended on for survival was strongly impacted, and it turned into a thin layer of cellophane, and it also turned into an unconvincing empty phrase that could only be repeated in the mouth.
Song Ran was deeply afraid.
How could Mr. He think like this? How could anyone think that way? Don't people who have a family... don't realize the value of home at all
He hugged the pillow tightly, trying to draw some strength from the warm down.
"Songran, I recognize that you are a good neighbor, but in terms of family values, our life experiences are different, and it is impossible to reach an agreement. Let's give each other some respect and seek common ground while reserving differences for the time being, okay?"
Mr. He floated into Song Ran's ears with a slightly indifferent voice.
He is begging for peace.
But Song Ran shook his head firmly: "No, don't seek common ground while reserving differences, because... I am right."
He pursed his lips and stubbornly emphasized: "Children, partners and family are the most precious things in a person, nothing can compare to it, nothing can compare to it..."
After about five seconds of silence, he heard Mr. He smile.
"Songran, I can probably guess what kind of person you are. You are good at cooking, like children, travel without charcoal, raise expensive cats, single, live alone, have no shortage of money, and often go to orphanages to do volunteer work—you have what Most of the characteristics of a LOHAS family with a good attitude should be well protected by their family from childhood. But you must know that not everyone has your conditions. In the eyes of many people, family does not represent happiness and security, such as … Forget it, let’s not mention the old things, there is no need to dig out the hearts and souls of neighbors, in short, when family and career cannot have both, I will choose career.”
His last sentence completely ignited the fuse, Song Ran's head banged, his reason was blown to ashes, blood rushed, and his eyes were blurred: "Can't have both? Did someone force you to have a baby with a gun? Family doesn’t matter, don’t give birth, reproduction is so low-level, don’t shoot! Be a bachelor like me, and have a lot of time for you to pursue your career!”
He Zhiyuan's face suddenly turned cold, and he closed the laptop cover with a snap.
"I really didn't want to be a father voluntarily." He said solemnly, "I didn't plan to have a child before the age of thirty-five at all. Boob was a pure accident."
It’s okay if he didn’t explain. Once he explained, the nuclear bomb yield soared to hydrogen bomb yield. Song Ran picked up the pillow and slammed it down, and it bounced up to a height of two meters: “Accident? What is an accident? Or the condom can't control your dick?"
"Song Ran!"
He Zhiyuan slapped the coffee table heavily and warned him sharply.
Song Ran turned a deaf ear and continued to scold: "I don't care how old you want to have a baby, when Boo Boo is born, you have to take on the responsibility of a father! What about you? You can't even find a mother for him! Four-year-old Child, throw it to the babysitter for a while, and throw it to the robot for a while, this is what normal humans do? Do you think that taking care of children with technology can reflect the value of your career? Boob loves you so much, so sensible, I will take the phone now Give it to him, do you dare to tell him that he was an accident caused by you shooting?!"
"Song Ran!" He Zhiyuan stood up abruptly, "Pay attention to your wording!"
But Song Ran was no longer rational, and his eyes filled with tears: "Pay attention to your sister's wording! Believe it or not, I still have a lot of swear words that I haven't scolded! For a person like you, no matter how much money you make, you are a scum!"
“Don't judge me!”
He Zhiyuan was furious, leaned over on the coffee table, grabbed the phone and shouted, "Has no one taught you, the most basic courtesy of being a human being is not to make subjective assumptions based on a little bit of one-sided information!"
Then just hung up the phone.
At the same time as he heard the busy tone, Song Ran waved his arm vigorously, and the cartoon mobile phone flew in an arc in the air and rolled into the round sofa in the distance.
"Fuck you."
He sat with his head down, his teeth clenched against his lower lip, and his tears fell heavily: "Scum, idiot, fuck you!"
Click, click, click.
The door was knocked softly.
Song Ran casually grabbed a pillow towel, wiped his face, wiped his tears, and jumped out of bed to open the door. Bubu and Budoudou were standing side by side outside the door, looking up at him with their little faces.
"Brother, who were you arguing with just now?"
Boob is very worried.
The big hairy dumpling also rubbed over, and gently arched his calf with his head, giving thoughtful comfort.
Song Ran sniffed: "It's okay, brother is okay."
"But, but brother is clearly crying." Bubu didn't believe it. "Brother was on the phone with Baba just now, right? Was it Baba..."
How dare Song Ran let Bu Bu guess He Zhiyuan, and shook his head hurriedly: "No, it has nothing to do with Bu Bu's father. Your father is so good, why would you quarrel with your brother?"
"Yes." Bubu nodded again and again, "Baba is so good, I won't quarrel with my brother."
His eyes lit up, he turned his head and ran to the dining table, pulled off the painting paper he had just painted on, and ran back quickly, holding it in both hands and handing it to Song Ran: "Brother, look, I've already painted it, and I'll give it to you! Don't cry, brother."
Song Ran took the drawing paper and saw a tan chipmunk, an earth-grey gray squirrel, an orange giraffe, and a grass-green little cricket on it. The leaves are golden, the mushrooms are white and tender, and the low old tree stump has grown a circle of annual rings.
Four-year-old Little Boob gave him a heartwarming gift.
Songran squatted down, touched the child's hair, and said with a smile, "Bob, thank you."
Thank you, good boy.
Don't worry, even if things turn out like this, I won't give up easily. Your brother Songran is very powerful. He will definitely help you find the best father in the world, let you take off the mask, and no longer have to feel wronged to play an "obedient good boy".
I will never let you... become the me back then.