Pastel Colours

Chapter 8

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Day 04 05:00

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, the sky was bright and the alarm clock buried under the pillow rang. The master who had not slept all night pressed it off, got out of bed lightly, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Boob wants to drink thick, thick and sweet porridge, and needs to boil it longer than usual.

The weather in April was still a bit chilly, Song Ran put on a fur coat, washed the rice in cold water, put it in the pot, and set the cooking clock on the oven to half an hour. In the process of soaking rice, he rubbed his hands together, held up the cute bright yellow children's mobile phone, and paced around the kitchen, wanting to press it, but not daring to press it.

He also wanted to take another chance.

Song Ran has an unreasonable sense of trust in Mr. He, and feels that he is not an arbitrary and heartless man. As long as he sincerely apologizes, acts like a spoiled child and begs for mercy like before, Mr. He is tolerant and generous, and he may be willing to let him take care of Boob. There are too many shadows of Song Ran's past on Bo Bu. It's good that he didn't see it before. Once he saw it, he really couldn't let it go.

Of course, this isn't the only thing he can't let go of, it's just another thing he hasn't noticed yet.

He wanted to hear He Zhiyuan's voice.

It was a subtle, ardent, indescribable affection that grew up in three brief phone conversations—a young man living alone who met a mature, unfamiliar man. The young man's wounded child has not yet been comforted, but the man is a father, and there is pampering in the laughter of the child, like a pair of warm wings, sheltering the childhood Xiao Songran.

This throbbing is just in its infancy, and it may not be called love, but it is full of unbreakable attachment.

In essence, Song Ran is still a child who lacks love, unable to let go of the care from his father.

He tossed and calculated the time difference three times, and determined that it was two o'clock in the afternoon on Mr. He's side, which was suitable for answering the phone, so he held his breath and pressed the dial button.

"du-du-"

The phone was dialed, and the ringtone rang twice for a long time. Before Songran could put the phone to her ear, the ringtone suddenly interrupted.

Four words popped up on the screen: Call failed.

The other party did not hesitate for even a second, and chose to hang up directly.

Song Ran was expressionless and stared at the four words for a long time until the screen was completely dark, revealing a pale face. The fingers under the apron gradually raised, clenched into fists, the fingertips touched the palm, and it was terrifyingly cold.

Pour the white rice into the soup pot and add six times the amount of boiling water. Bring to a boil, drip oil, and turn to low heat. The faint blue flames jumped upwards and began to simmer slowly. Song Ran used a wooden spatula to stir in circles until the rice grains were full, the porridge noodles became sticky, and a string of thick and thick bubbles emerged from the "Pulu Pulu".

At half past six, he made a second call to He Zhiyuan, this time the other party hung up faster, and even the bell rang only once.

Song Ran was stunned, and the anger of humiliation filled his chest in an instant. After a few seconds, he shoved the shovel with rice grains into the sink: "Being a person must have basic courtesy, this is what you said! Politeness! It's just... just answer the phone first, and then personally tell me to get out, not even not answering the phone!"

Excited, he pressed the dial button again.

This time he couldn't even hear the ringtone at all, and the only answer to him was a cold mechanical female voice—sorry, the phone you dialed has been switched off.

Song Ran put his hands on the countertop and slowly lowered his head, feeling the overwhelming self-loathing attacking him.

Really… quite a while.

It's been a long time since I hated someone like that.

Children from orphanages are prone to a heart disease - lack of self-confidence. Songran stayed in that big dye vat for ten years, and he did not escape the fate of self-deprecation. When he first left the orphanage, his whole set of social communication concepts continued to have problems, his mentality was in a mess, and he was close to moderate depression.

Later, in S city, Song Ran's place of residence is relatively close to F University. If there is nothing to do, he will go to audit the general elective course offered by the Department of Psychology. He has spent a semester in self-recognition and emotional management among a group of talented people, and he is still cheeky after class. Chat with the professor and tell the truth about your situation honestly. The professor is a very happy old man. He took him to the small pavilion in Xiyuan to chat for a while. It was regarded as a preliminary psychological counseling, and he opened a large book list for him when he parted. It took Song Ran several years to read carefully according to the book list, and wrote about a hundred pages of self-analysis, and finally grew a little more confident.

Although the fur is new, it is very rough and extremely wear-resistant.

In order to work hard for a living, Song Ran has suffered a lot of malice these years, but he is stubborn. The harder his life is, the more he understands the importance of optimism. Instead, it is like quenching real gold and tempering an extremely likable character. The aunts and sisters of the publishing house laughed when they saw him, touched their heads, rubbed their faces, kissed and hugged him at every turn, pampering him like a mascot.

Song Ran knows his weight, he is not RMB, how can he be liked by everyone, it is enough that most of the people he meets like him, and one or two that he doesn't like is not worth caring about.

He has always thought so to this day.

Until he found out, he couldn't accept Mr. He's "dislike".

The denial from Mr. He became an unbearable weight on Songran's thin shoulders. Just a single "can't" refusing to forgive, and just an annoying shutdown, almost destroyed his hard-built fortress of confidence.

"Bubu, your father is really..." Song Ran looked up at the kitchen lamp, with a hint of sadness and helplessness in his expression, "It's really... amazing."

White marble dining table with beige cotton tablecloth. A bowl of thick white porridge, a plate of cucumbers with clear sauce, a salted duck egg with red oil, and a pinch of old-fashioned pork floss.

This is the easiest S city breakfast.

Bubu has a good appetite today, holding a small soup bowl and drinking porridge sweetly, scooping up a little salted egg yolk with a small spoon, putting it in his mouth, and making a long "um" to show that the food is delicious. Halfway through the meal, Songran euphemistically told him that his father had hired a new aunt for him, and from today, the new aunt will be in charge of picking up Boob.

Bubu became unhappy for a moment, lying on the table and twisting: "No, no, I want my brother!"

Song Ran picked up a chopstick and put the meat floss into the bowl, deliberately making a mysterious appearance to tempt him: "This time the new auntie is different from the previous one, it was Dad who took great care and chose it according to Boob's preference. ."

Boob took a bite of the pickled melon and asked curiously, "What's that like?"

Song Ran described: "The new aunt is very beautiful, like a flower, she can tell fairy tales, and can make small wontons, she can do what my brother can, she can do what my brother can't, she is more powerful than my brother. people."

"But I like my brother!"

Bubu jumped off the chair, went around the dining table, clumsily climbed onto Songran's knees, and confessed to him in a milky voice, "I don't want a new aunt who is more powerful, I just want my brother!"

The child's skill is profound, and his love words are tenth-level. Song Ran was captured by his words, his body was warm and his heart turned into a pool of water. However, Bubu showed a distressed look again, frowned and said, "But my aunt was chosen by my father, and I also want to listen to my father's words."

So worried.

Dad is on the left, brother is on the right, and the four-year-old baby looks left and right, wanting both.

Song Ran couldn't help laughing, and gave him a light peck on his forehead: "It's okay, you think, doesn't my brother live in the opposite door? The new auntie is here, and my brother won't move out. Someday Bubu thinks Brother, come and knock on the door, brother will invite you to come in as a guest, and we are still like these days, painting colors, listening to stories, and washing incense."

When Bubu heard that he could cheat, he immediately grinned and rushed to Songran's ear and said excitedly, "Then I'll sneak out to find you every day, and don't let Dad know, okay?"

"Good good!"

Song Ran agreed, and hooked her little finger with Boob.

After breakfast, Bubu and Songran went downstairs together, climbed into the back seat of the bicycle, played a majestic little general, and instructed his brother to ride an S-shaped trajectory and march steadily towards the kindergarten.

When passing by the graffiti wall, Boob pointed to a row of colorful geometric figures, and said in a eloquent manner: "square, rectangle, circle, triangle, trapezoid!"

"Boob is awesome, everyone read it right!"

Song Ran praised him.

Yesterday, I taught it casually, this child is born smart, and it is firmly remembered at once.

Bubu was praised, he continued his efforts, and pointed to a row of unique English letters at the back and read: "A, B, C, D, E, F, G..."

Under the influence of He Zhiyuan, Bubu's English pronunciation is very standard. Song Ran is ashamed and praises him without any confidence: "Bobbu's pronunciation is really good."

The letters are followed by a row of Arabic numerals, each of which is drawn in the shape of an animal, which is very cute. Boo Boo had already been praised twice, so he said even louder: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... oops!"

The bicycle slammed to a sudden stop, and Boo bumped into Song Ran's back, and his face was squeezed into a lump of flesh.

Song Ran scolded himself in his heart, stopped hastily, and looked back at him worriedly: "Does it matter? Is there any pain?"

"No... No." Boob rubbed his face exaggeratedly, stretched his neck, stuck his head out and looked forward, "Brother stopped suddenly, did you hit something?"

But the road ahead was empty, and Boo Bo saw nothing.

"That's weird."

He let out a sigh.

Song Ran didn't know how to explain her abnormality, and was nervous when a small cat suddenly appeared on the side of the road and ran away along the red wall of the old house. Bubu thought he had found the answer, and giggled, "It turned out to be a kitten, brother is so attentive!"

Songran finally breathed a sigh of relief, rang the clear bicycle bell, and rode Boobu to the kindergarten.

After sending the child to kindergarten that day, Song Ran did not leave immediately. He stood outside the garden gate and watched Boobu jumping into the hall. He handed the small schoolbag and the children's mobile phone to the teacher, changed his shoes, turned and ran to the classroom, and disappeared behind the glass of the entrance.

Song Ran thought, the fate between him and this child is probably over. Except for the unexpected loss of control, these three days... are actually very beautiful.

I hope that I will have the opportunity to hug Boob in the future. I hope that one day in the future, when I meet Mr. He in the aisle, he will have the opportunity to say sorry in person.

There are young children passing by one after another, some brought by their fathers, some by their mothers, and some by their grandparents. Song Ran looked at their vibrant little faces, lowered his head and smiled, kicked his pedals, and left the kindergarten on a bicycle.

Just as he left, the child's mobile phone in the teacher's hand rang.

today is Thursday.

Every Thursday from 2:00 to 3:00 pm, SwordArc Inc will hold a regular meeting of department heads. Due to the imminent launch of the new generation of Q7, S7, and T7 series products, there are too many things to coordinate across the company, and the regular meeting was extended to 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

When the meeting reached the last item on the agenda, He Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button.

When Carl Kraus, his college roommate and entrepreneurial partner, asked him if he needed to make more comments, He Zhiyuan exchanged opinions with the subordinates of the technology department, shook his head and gave a negative answer.

In the first second after the projector cut off the signal and the conference was declared over, he pressed the call button.

The circular conference room regained its relaxed atmosphere, dozens of seats were pushed back one after another, and the VPs closed their folders and got up and left with coffee cups in their hands. A German engineer walked up to He Zhiyuan with a sensor compatibility final test report and said that there are still several items that need to be communicated with him individually.

He Zhiyuan held the phone, pressed his palm slightly, and politely explained: "Housework, wait a minute."

The other party returned an understanding smile, stepped back a few steps, and made a gesture of begging. He Zhiyuan then got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window full of sunlight.

As a qualified tech executive, he should actually lead by example and avoid dealing with personal matters during business hours, but he convinced himself that the call was about his children, was the highest priority of the parallel tasks, and deserved to be treated leniently. .

While waiting for the connection, perhaps the sun was too hot, and his palms sweated a little.

He knew that the two calls that were hung up before must have been made by Song Ran, and he could even roughly guess the motive. In fact, after he said the word "can't" last night, Song Ran's desolate voice fell into his ears, and his heart softened immediately - young people are always impulsive, and their words will inevitably be reckless, not such an unforgivable mistake.

At that time, he wanted to give Songran a chance, so he didn't hang up the phone for a while, just waiting for Songran to explain.

But unfortunately, Song Ran didn't speak at that time, but chose to call during the meeting today.

He had no choice but to hang up.

Hanging up the phone is a rather hurtful behavior and, due to lack of communication, is likely to cause unnecessarily serious misunderstandings. As the party who actively refused, He Zhiyuan thought it was necessary for him to explain clearly.

The phone was connected, and He Zhiyuan was short on time. Before waiting for the other party to speak, He Zhiyuan said, "Songran, I'm so sorry just now. I'm in a meeting here, so it's not suitable to answer the phone. Let's talk about Boob later, okay?"

There seemed to be a bit of confusion over there. After a few seconds of blankness, he heard the kindergarten teacher's voice: "Hello, is this the parent of the child He Yueyang?"

He Zhiyuan was taken aback: "Yes."

He quickly raised his wrist, and his eyes swept across the dial—it was five ten in the afternoon, which is eight in the morning in China. The kindergarten opens at 8:00, which is neither too early nor too late. It is estimated that Boobu has just been sent to the kindergarten.

He was a step late.

The teacher was unsure of his intentions and asked, "He Yueyang has already entered the classroom, do you need to talk to him?"

"No need, just get to school safely." He Zhiyuan replied briefly, "Teacher has worked hard."

After a few words of greeting, he hung up the phone, turned around to put away the laptop on the table, and motioned to the waiting German engineer to go to the small conference room next door to discuss the problem.

Passing by Song Ran twice, He Zhiyuan felt a rare irritability.

From the original intention, he did not intend to hurt the sensitive young man, but the explanation that could not be conveyed made him fall into guilt and anxiety, and even the overtime task tonight seemed to be onerous.