Day 04 20:59
At midnight, He Zhiyuan finished his work, drove his modified Porsche for 90 miles on the fast lane, and returned home in a hurry, took a hot shower, drank half a glass of red wine, and fell asleep.
Four hours later, he was forced to wake up by the regular biological clock, and drowsily took out his mobile phone and dialed today's love call.
Bubu picked up the phone, and called out softly at the other end, saying that he was painting, and it was beautiful.
He Zhiyuan asked, "A new coloring book?"
"No."
Bubu grabbed the dark green colored pencil and carefully painted a lead-painted leaf on the cat's head: "Brother Songran drew it for me. We met a small cat in the morning, it was super cute, and my brother just drew it. gave it to me."
In the evening, when the kindergarten was dismissed, a strange new aunt took him home. Song Ran was unexpectedly absent, but left three stacks of children's picture books and a beautiful sketch of a cat at the door of 8012B. Boob was a little depressed at first, but when he saw his brother's paintings and books, he felt happy all of a sudden, and decided to paint them carefully and give them to his brother as soon as he got home.
He Zhiyuan hadn't woken up yet, he just remembered to explain the misunderstanding to Songran. After chatting a few words with Boob, he said naturally, "Good, give me the phone to brother."
Bubu became puzzled, and felt that his father was very confused: "Brother isn't here, only my sister is here... I asked my sister to talk on the phone?"
He Zhiyuan happened to yawn for a long time. He didn't hear it clearly. He turned the phone and called out, "Song Ran."
"Mr. He, you, you... Hello! My name is Lin Hui!"
Excited on the other side.
Early in the morning, a clear and refreshing high-octave female voice reached his ears, and He Zhiyuan instantly woke up.
Lin Hui
Seems to be the new babysitter he hired.
Lin Hui is 21 this year, majoring in kindergarten, and is preparing to graduate this summer. She had a baby face, permed her pear head, and wore a rose-red ribbon hairpin, looking very energetic. A few days ago, she just applied for her resume in a high-level housekeeping. Yesterday, a short-term internship with a monthly salary of tens of thousands fell from the sky and hit her directly on the forehead. According to the contact person, not only the baby is well-behaved, but even the employer is so handsome that she almost fainted.
She showed excellent professionalism, first greeted Mr. He respectfully, then introduced herself, and then reported Boob's situation in a clear and organized manner.
At four o'clock, when the kindergarten was over, she took a taxi to pick up Bubu home;
At five o'clock, Boob ate a small bowl of fruit salad mixed with strawberries, kiwi and dragon fruit;
At six o'clock, she made a pan-fried veal with carrots for dinner. Boob had a good appetite and was liquidated smoothly;
At seven o'clock, in accordance with the employer's special request, she told Boob a fairy tale with great emotion. After listening to the story, Boo politely said thank you.
Lin Hui once thought that children from rich families would be particularly difficult to bring along, but when she saw Bo Bu, she was amazed. This little boy is like a real noble gentleman. He doesn't have any bad temper.
Even after listening to the story, he did not pester Lin Hui to ask questions like other children, but took out the crayons and painted quietly.
Work is too easy, money is too lucrative.
Lin Hui was lying comfortably on the fabric sofa, drinking juice and playing card games on her mobile phone. She was so grateful to her generous employer that she couldn't hold back her compliments when she answered the phone.
"Mr. He, you are really interested in Boobu. I have brought many children before, and this is the first time I have seen a parent like you who has prepared a carload of picture books for children!" Lin Hui smiled and complimented He Zhiyuan warmly. , "You didn't specify what story to tell. I think the quality is pretty good. It should have been selected. I just picked up a copy from the four-to-six-year-old group. If you have a demand, feel free to ask it, and I can prepare it in advance. of!"
The second monk He Zhiyuan was puzzled: "My home? Children's picture books?"
"Yeah, the courier is at the door." Lin Hui leaned halfway out of the sofa and reconfirmed against the stack of books, "There are three stacks in total, labelled by age, one for 1 to 3 years old, one for 4 to A bunch of 6 years old, a bunch of 7 to 10 years old... uh, wait, don't you know?"
He Zhiyuan said, "I don't know."
This is embarrassing.
Lin Hui flattered and patted the horse's leg, laughed dryly, and her brain raced, and she thought of a very reasonable explanation: "That must be the order from the lady? Your lady is really virtuous, ahaha. "
Not praising Mr., Mrs. is also effective, Lin Hui admired her wit.
He Zhiyuan frowned.
Where is his wife from
After complimenting the two parents, it's time to come to the most crucial highlight - complimenting the children.
Lin Hui has a lot of experience in this field, and all kinds of praises are blooming like flowers. Praising Bobu is obedient and polite. When it comes to the level of obedience, she is one of the best among children of the same age.
Who doesn't love to hear their child being praised
She chattered and said good things, but she didn't expect that He Zhiyuan was not happy.
Similar compliments... he heard too much.
Every nanny to date has boasted about Boob with repeated words. They said that Boo Bo was a surprisingly sensible child, and He Zhiyuan had always accepted it graciously, taking this as evidence of his son's healthy growth. However, since he had quarreled with Songran, when he heard words like "obedient", "sensible" and "beautiful" again, his first reaction was to be vigilant.
Especially the word "one in a hundred".
One in a hundred means special, special can be positive or negative. Before, he would not have considered negative possibilities at all, but now he is skeptical.
"Let me ask a question." He Zhiyuan interrupted Lin Hui's flattery and asked bluntly, "According to your kindergarten teacher's experience, if a child is far more mature than his peers, are there any symptoms that may be psychologically abnormal? "
Lin Hui was taken aback: The naked test encountered a question beyond the outline, and the script went wrong!
She scratched her chin nervously and slapped her with a smile: "Heart... mentally abnormal? Hahaha, Mr. He, you are so humorous, how could your child be abnormal? I promise, there is absolutely nothing in Boob... "
He Zhiyuan stressed: "Any possibility."
"Uh, what about this..."
Lin Hui stopped, alarmed in her heart - raising a child with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan, how can there be such an easy thing in the world? This problem is most likely a hole specially dug by the employer in order to examine her professionalism. She must behave well and not be perfunctory, so as not to be fired on the first day of work.
She cared so much about this job that she concentrated on how to answer He Zhiyuan's question, but she forgot that Boo Bo was still standing in the living room.
Boob just looked at her silently, listened to her words, and listened to every word in his heart.
Lin Hui said: "Mr. He, the possibility you mentioned exists. Some children do not get a response from their parents for a long time, and they will indeed behave very obediently, and they will also show a certain degree of flattery. The typical ones are orphans, left-behind children, Children who have been treated coldly and violently, but... But what does these conditions have to do with your family, Boob? Your family is so wealthy, and there must be a lot of parent-child company, so Boob's mental state is absolutely healthy. Mr. He , don't think about it too much, you are not mentally normal..."
Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly sank, and she was knocked down by Bubu.
With hot tears in his eyes, the child stretched out his small arms, recklessly grabbed the phone back, and cried, "Give it back to me! I want to talk to Dad! I'm not abnormal, no!"
He Zhiyuan heard the tender and trembling cry over there, he bounced off the bed and sat up, his whole body almost exploded.
What's the matter with this babysitter? Don't know how to avoid children when talking about sensitive topics? When Song Ran was talking to him the day before yesterday, not only did he enter the room, he even closed the door!
Lin Hui was stunned and sat on the sofa dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.
Boob took the mobile phone from her hand, and sat on the ground crying, hiccups and calls for Dad, mournfully saying that he was not abnormal.
Lin Hui looked at him stupidly, knowing that she had lost her job. She, a little girl in her early twenties, had suffered such a sudden and huge blow. It was unbearable for a while, her nose was sore, and she began to burst into tears.
When Song Ran came up the elevator with a box of shredded chicken fried noodles, 8012B was crying so loudly that the deafening movement could be heard through a door.
He went over and knocked on the door, and after a while, a young girl wearing a round neck skirt opened the door.
The girl's eyes were red and her face was full of tears, and she apparently also participated in this late-night disturbing activity. When she saw the friendly little handsome guy outside the door, she didn't even bother to ask her name, she flew to Song Ran with a full heart, and rubbed tears on his shoulders.
"Hey?" Song Ran was at a loss, holding the fried noodles, "You... what's wrong with you?"
Lin Hui cried: "I'm done!"
Immediately afterwards, a more miserable cry rang out in the house: "Brother!!!"
Song Ran hurriedly pushed Lin Hui away, squatted down quickly, opened his arms, and saw Bu Bu holding up the children's mobile phone, rushing towards him crying, and hitting him like a bullet.
Bubu's "brother" shouted heart-breakingly. He Zhiyuan heard it on the other end of the phone, but instead heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed his shoulders, closed his eyes and rubbed his brows.
With Song Ran present, his anxious heart settled down.
Lin Hui's negligence caused a mess in the house. The child's face was covered in tears and snot. He was so excited that he couldn't even speak, let alone listen patiently to his explanation. Even though He Zhiyuan has eighteen kinds of martial arts, across a cold mobile phone, he can't hug or kiss, and he really can't do anything about this mess.
Fortunately, Song Ran appeared at this time.
He Zhiyuan rarely trusts a person for no reason, but his intuition tells him that as long as Songran is with him, his beloved child will soon stop crying.
On the other end of the phone, Songran picked up Boob.
The baby choked so hard, her soft little body couldn't stop arching and arching, tears continued to flow, her little face was covered with wet water marks, which gathered to her chin, and fell down like broken beads.
"It's alright, it's alright, Boob, my brother is here... My brother is with you."
Song Ran patted the child's back and made him cry on his shoulders.
A "di" sounded in the corner of the living room, and Xiao Q slowly turned 90 degrees, lit a row of ice-blue indicator lights, and approached them for half a meter.
Song Ran was a little scared, and quickly took two steps away.
Bubu cried out of breath for a long time, pouted his lips, and justified himself aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm not abnormal, I'm a good boy..."
unusual
As soon as Song Ran heard the words, he immediately realized that something was wrong—what did this little girl say
He was afraid that Bo Bu would be hurt twice, so he didn't dare to ask directly what happened. He quickly gave Lin Hui a wink and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Look for a piece of paper and a pen... No, cell phone! You use your cell phone to type. Show me!"
Lin Hui didn't respond, she opened her mouth slightly and stared straight at Song Ran, as if she was in a daze.
Song Ran was in a hurry: "Type!"
"Oh! Good, good!"
Lin Hui snapped back to her senses, nodded her head vigorously twice, and started typing into the notepad on her mobile phone. Huhu's little baby walks around in circles in the living room, patting the back so gently, and occasionally saying a few words of comfort, so warm that it can melt people's hearts.
What is Contrast Moe? This is called contrast.
Lin Hui's heart beat fast, and a shy blush appeared on her cheeks.
Song Ran has been gay for a long time, and she never imagined that she could coax a child to capture the heart of a girl, but she failed to meet Lin Hui's eager eyes on the radio. He hugged the cloth for a few laps, then came back and took the phone to read, and Meifeng immediately twisted the word "Chuan".
Lin Hui hurriedly bowed her head and apologized: "I'm sorry!"
Song Ran sighed: "Why do you say sorry to me? I, I'm not the father of the child..."
He was just a "nanny" who had just been dismissed by Mr. He. Strictly speaking, his identity was even more embarrassing than Lin Hui's, and he didn't even have the position to intervene in this matter, but he couldn't ignore it. While slapping the child on the back, he said, "I'll take Boo Boo to the room to be quiet, um, you... What's your name?"
"Lin Hui!"
"Lin Hui, don't cry, I'll help you find a way when I come out, okay?"
"it is good!"
Lin Hui was so moved that she pursed her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The room types 8012A and 8012B are symmetrical. Song Ran quickly found the second bedroom belonging to Bubu.
Is this also called a children's room? !
Gray and white tones and simple lines are in line with the design style of the living room, but it runs counter to children's desire for color and shape. The only thing that shows a bit of warmth is the Lego bricks scattered on the ground and a sunflower oil painting hanging on the bedside. , and a huge brown ragdoll bear.
Even the bed is a standard size double bed, plus a round pillow - the child usually sleeps alone.
Song Ran looked around and couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but she was panicked. He was about to close the door, but Xiao Q rolled his wheels and got stuck in the crack of the door. If he had to follow up, he had to let it go.
After all, this is the little angel sent by Mr. He to protect Boob, and it has more or less security monitoring functions. Song Ran feels that it is more appropriate for him to stay under its nose.
Xiao Q automatically found a corner with a good view and quietly began to squat.
The child hadn't cried to the end yet, lying in Song Ran's arms and shedding tears, the little voice was thin and tender, it sounded pitiful, and Song Ran's heart and flesh trembled with pain.
He sat on the edge of the bed with Boob in his arms. The child's little hands shook and clacked, and the child's mobile phone fell on the bed.
The screen lit up in an instant, then dimmed again, and the call duration of 26 minutes and 15 seconds flashed by, and it continued to accumulate every second.
But Song Ran didn't notice.
There was only a little crying bag with a red nose in his eyes.
Xiaokubao incarnates the god of rain. After the heavy rain and light rain, he generously sprinkled his tears for ten minutes before receiving the magical power. During this period, Song Ran accompanied him, neither in a hurry nor in persuading him. When the child has enough crying and has vented his emotions, he is a little embarrassed.
He lowered his head shyly, leaned against Songran's arms and twisted: "Brother."
With a little grievance and a little coquettishness.
Song Ran couldn't help laughing: "Why are you crying, baby? If you cry, my sister won't dare to praise you in the future."
"what?"
Boob showed a confused look, blinked his eyes, and blinked the last teardrop that was still hanging.
Song Ran said, "Don't you know Bubu? Just now my sister praised you for being obedient."
"But, but I clearly heard..." Boob sniffed, "Sister said I was 'not normal'."
Song Ran squeezed his little face and said softly: "'Not normal' is not necessarily a bad thing, in fact, it means 'different'. For example, my brother bought an apple, which was very big and special. Sweet, it's 'different' from other little apples. For another example, when my brother met a little cat, it was very cute and lively, and it was 'different' from other little cats. Now when my brother saw Boob, he felt Boob is very obedient and sensible, just 'different' from other naughty children."
Boob was stunned for a moment: "Yes... is that what you mean?"
"Of course it is." Song Ran smiled brightly, with two lovely dimples, which made people doubt the authenticity of what she said, "Bobbu think about it, the aunts, teachers, uncles and aunts he met before. Yes, do you often say that Bubu is obedient and clever?"
Bubu recalled for two seconds, and replied sweetly, "Yeah!"
Song Ran followed suit and said: "Look, everyone knows that Boo Bo is a good boy, brother can tell from the first glance when he sees you, and of course the new sister can also tell, so she said to Dad. The 'abnormal' of Boob is more likeable than other children, the good kind of 'abnormal'."
Bubu burst into laughter, and a light lit up in his jet-black pupils. But after a short while, the smile on his face disappeared, and the hard-won light faded.
"It's not the good kind, it's not." He shook his head and said sadly, "Brother, you know, every time you compliment me, you smile and bend your eyes, but when my sister talks, she doesn't. lol, so... it's the bad kind of 'different', not the good..."
The lonely child's voice reached the other end of the phone, and He Zhiyuan took a deep breath, and then his heart lifted up again.
This is not at all like what Boob would say, not at all.
It's too sensitive.
He couldn't believe that there was another side to this cheerful and smiling child.
There was a silence for more than ten seconds in the receiver, and He Zhiyuan realized that even Songran was stumped. Just when he was restless and thought that the lie would eventually break through, Song Ran said: "Bob, my sister didn't laugh, it's not because Boo is not good enough, but because Dad told her on the phone, don't praise Boo. Be obedient, and don't boast that Bubu is sensible, he doesn't like to hear it."
"Why don't you like it?"
The child tilted his head and looked puzzled.
Song Ran said: "Because Dad will feel distressed. Bubu is so good, he doesn't want to talk about his grievances, he hides them all in his heart. Children are small people, and their hearts are also small. A little bit as big as a slap needs to be Of course my father will feel distressed for hiding so many things."
"Liar!" Bu Bu raised his chin and glared at Song Ran angrily, "Dad won't feel bad, Dad only likes good Bubu."
Song Ran was stunned, and quickly said, "How could it be? Whether Bo Bu is good or not, Dad likes it equally."
But Boob shook his head firmly: "Brother, you don't understand, Dad only likes good Boob."
Facing Song Ran, the young child digs his heart out and is more frank than a blank sheet of paper: "Dad is busy with work and doesn't like to be disturbed. He always looks at the screens, not me. If I ask him to play, he will He would say: Be good, Boob, don't make trouble. As long as I don't disturb him, he will come to touch my head and praise me when he is free, so... "
Bubu leaned into Songran's ear and whispered to him as if he was pouring out a secret: "So you have to be a good Bubu all the time."
He Zhiyuan sat beside the bed with a heavy expression on his face, propped his forehead with his hand, brought his index and middle fingers together, and rubbed his brows vigorously. After a moment, he lowered his head, covered his palms, and inserted his fingers deeply into his hair.
is that so
When he was working, did he actually neglect the children like this
It seems... yes.
He Zhiyuan claims to be a qualified father-except for a few occasional situations, he never works overtime in the company until late at night, picks up Bubu from school every day, and also has dinner with his children.
But after that, he devoted almost all of it to the study.
He has frequent work calls, video conferences scheduled until one in the morning, and three-digit new emails piled up without checking for hours... Four monitors on the desk occupy his busy line of sight, one screen of code, one screen of papers, one The screen database, the remaining screen is ready to use at any time, when I get really busy, I can't even notice what time Boob goes to bed.
But Boob never made trouble.
This child is always doing his own business quietly in a place he can't see. Only when he starts to rest, will he "just" appear in the field of vision, lean over obediently, and act sweetly for a while, like a caring flower Marshmallow.
He Zhiyuan always thought it was a tacit understanding between father and son, but now he knows that the so-called tacit understanding is simply because Bo Bu unilaterally suppressed the child's nature and was struggling to chase his rhythm.
Boob is only four years old.
It turns out that every word Songran told him that day... was right.
God didn't treat him special, didn't give him a good child who didn't need to worry, just let the child learn to keep his voice silent and become a little mute. And as his biological father, he had to get in touch with the child's secret heart through another talent.
A strong sense of frustration came over him, and he was at a loss as to what to do.
He Zhiyuan grabbed his mobile phone and flew down the stairs, almost leaping over the last five steps.
The laptop was placed on the coffee table in the living room. He tapped the keyboard a few times to activate the screen and remotely log in to the management system of Xiao Q at home. At the moment of login, a large number of newly generated data logs start to be loaded synchronously, and the lines on the left side of the page are quickly refreshed, and the scroll bar is drastically shortened from length to length. This was what He Zhiyuan was most concerned about, but now, he didn't even look at it, he cut directly to the monitoring screen and chose OmniVision.
Panoramic view.
In 8012B's bedroom, Xiao Q's ice blue indicator light slowly dimmed and then slowly turned on, completing a gentle alternation of light and dark. The top camera is turned on, the high-speed video stream passes through the wireless network, and the surveillance screen is projected on the four white walls in a ring.
In a blink of an eye, He Zhiyuan's living room turned into a bedroom 10,000 kilometers away. Two meters in front of him was the child's bed. One large and one small were sitting on the bed, snuggling together and whispering.
Bubu's nose and eyes were red from crying, and he was tightly nestled in Songran's arms, like a frightened little rabbit, while Songran put his five fingers around his little hand, looked down at him, his eyes were extraordinarily gentle - the tone of the picture was the same as The proportions are very realistic, as if just taking a few steps forward, you can hug these two people with open arms.
He Zhiyuan stood in the living room and looked at them intently.
Song Ran's voice was no longer limited to the distorted phone receiver, but came out of the stereo surround sound instead: "Bob, brother, let me ask you a question, okay?"
Boob nodded: "Okay."
Song Ran asked, "Can you guess what brother is thinking now?"
Boob shook his head.
Song Ran asked again: "So, what is the elder sister thinking outside, can you guess?"
Boob continued to shake his head.
Song Ran then persuaded and said: "If Bubu wants to know, what should I do?"
Boob bit his finger and thought for a while, then shook his head for the third time.
Song Ran smiled, he pulled Boob's fingers out of his mouth, held it lightly in the palm of his hand, and said, "Bob, you should ask us. If you ask, we will answer. We answer, you don't. Do you know?"
Bubu scratched his scalp, a little embarrassed: "Yes."
"So, my brother wants to tell you that the words hidden in the heart can only be heard by others. Bubu can't guess what other people are thinking, nor can others guess what Boob is thinking. For example, Dad just I can't guess how wronged Boo is." Song Ran looked into the child's eyes and said sincerely, "It's not that Dad doesn't love you, it's just that he's too busy with work, and occasionally he can't hear the voice in your heart. In fact, who is he better than? I want to get to know you even more. Bubu, you have to help Dad and tell him your heartfelt words, so that you will not be wronged and Dad will know what you are thinking. "
Songran's tone has a healing magic, like a ray of sunlight leaking in through the cracks of the window, faint, warm, and reassuring.
He Zhiyuan stared at him, his chest became hot.
Bubu asked hesitantly, "Just tell Dad, will Dad accompany me?"
"Well, yes." Song Ran nodded, "Boob is a child, and children have privileges, they can act coquettishly or not. Dad loves you so much, as long as he hears your heart, he will definitely find a way to satisfy him. yours."
Bobu sat up "suddenly", his eyes sparkling: "Really?"
Song Ran smiled: "Really."
Boob tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Then... I want Dad to stay with me after get off work."
"it is good."
"I have to take a car with my father!"
"it is good."
"Before going to bed... Listen to Daddy's story before going to bed!"
"it is good."
"And a cat!"
The more he talked, the more excited Song Ran couldn't help laughing. He reached out and pinched his nose: "Aren't you afraid of Budoudou being jealous? Well, I'll lend you Budoudou to play with. You don't have new cats, okay?"
Bubu pretended to be entangled for a while, pouted his mouth, deliberately showed a reluctant expression, and said, "Okay, okay, that's the only way!"
The two looked at each other for a second, laughed at the same time, and fell into a ball on the bed.
Looking at the vivid projection on the white wall, He Zhiyuan was full of gratitude to his partner Carl Kraus. A few months ago, Carl rejected his proposal and insisted on keeping the panoramic monitoring function of Xiao Q.
Panoramic monitoring was originally a function specially designed for the outdoor series T7 and S7. At the R&D meeting of the home version Q7, due to the consideration of data security and privacy protection, He Zhiyuan was strict and insisted that the panoramic monitoring should be removed and only the frontal wide-angle camera should be retained. . He believes that in terms of user demand in Q7, this is enough.
But Carl objected.
They led their respective teams to fight for two hours, and Carl won in the end.
At that time, he said very emotionally: California is a snow-free land. If I am unfortunate enough to spend Christmas here, Q7 will at least allow me to see the heavy snow in Chicago and the fireplace, and sit on the flannel sofa. Grandma with teapot knitting.
"Always be with your family. In memory, or in SwordArc Q7."
He said it like a commercial.
Today, a few months later, He Zhiyuan is standing here, looking at his child and the young man with a bright smile, and finally understands what Carl insisted on at that time.