Pastel Colours

Day0521:28

After Bobu painted the colored rabbits, he was done, blew the drawing paper with satisfaction, gave the children's mobile phone to Songran, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands. Bu Doudou saw the bye of the throne, without delay for a second, his huge body quickly squeezed into Song Ran's arms and curled up into a big hot hairy ball.

"He, Mr. He." Songran stammered at the phone at the first word, "Did you sleep well?"

He Zhiyuan opened the curtains and the morning sun poured in. In the courtyard, a large area of ​​neatly cut lawns and shrubs were blooming in full bloom. A foraging squirrel ran across the fence, stopped halfway, and looked back at him. direction.

He was in a great mood: "Sleep really well, how about you?"

Songran rubbed the cat's ears: "I... also very good."

It's just that something happened when dreaming, and I dreamed of you. Although there is only a vague back view, but... but the back view alone is enough to make people overwhelmed.

Songran didn't dare to say this, but his heart was itchy, and his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and he made a clear saliva swallowing sound. He Zhiyuan heard it and laughed lowly: "It seems that you dreamed of a big meal?"

"Uh, I dreamed of a crab... a crab."

Songran nonsense.

He Zhiyuan: "Do you like crabs?"

"Ok."

This is true. Songran has a special taste and likes all seafood with shells.

He Zhiyuan asked, "Which one do you like, hairy crab or king crab?"

"Neither, just ordinary swimming crab." Songran said, "Hairy crab ointment is too much, it's quite greasy, I don't like it very much."

Anyway, there is not much chance to eat it.

Every time the autumn crab goes on the market, the price tag of one hundred yuan a catty can scare Songran back ten steps. He is a small painter who earns three to four thousand a month, and it is not easy to get enough to eat, crabs and so on... at best, it is an eye addiction.

He Zhiyuan took note of his preferences, and suggested: "Heshenghui has opened a new crab restaurant. When I come back, I will take you to eat one day."

"Huh?" Songran was flattered, "No way, no way, how can I make you spend money? How embarrassed."

He Zhiyuan didn't mind spending money for him, not to mention that a crab feast of more than 1,000 yuan was really not expensive, and the matter was settled in a few sentences, without giving Songran a second chance to refuse. He was about to ask Songran what else he likes. There was a sound of pattering slippers on the floor, and then Boob’s soft voice: "Brother, I washed two apples, one big and one small. , Do you want the left or the right?"

Songran thought about it and said, "I want the right one."

Bubu giggled and laughed: "The right side is the small one, and the left one is the big one. My brother is too lucky, guess again!"

Songran then changed his words: "The one on the left."

"Guess right, here you are!" Bubu said happily, "Brother eats the big one and Bubu eats the small one. That's right."

Then He Zhiyuan heard the sound of clicking the apple, which was vague at first, and then clearer, as if he had deliberately moved to the earpiece to show him how crisp and sweet the apple was.

"Paba, did you hear it?" Bubble said leisurely, "My brother and I are eating apples. You are not at home and you have to eat!"

I haven't seen it for a few days, and I have learned to mock.

He Zhiyuan felt amused, and Songran was too happy. He reached out and poked Bubu's cheek: "Don't bully Dad."

"Oh."

Bubu nodded, and took another big bite of the apple, twisting and twisting his little butt, trying to squeeze Bubu pocket off the throne. Bu Du Dou Long Yan was furious, his sharp claws hooked, grabbing Song Ran's pajamas and whispering, and finally lost in shape, being shoveled away by Bu Bu, Gu Lu rolled into the pillow pile.

The clock was set to nine and fifty, and Bubu and Budoudou were back together. They were lying on the carpet and playing bell ball together, rolling over, pushing back, and jingling bells all over the room.

Songran rolled out a piece of drawing paper and chatted with Mr. He about a new topic-about Songran's career.

A young man who is good at raising children and drawing, He Zhiyuan, based on his experience, took it for granted that he was an elementary school art teacher. Songran quickly typed the sketches of the business manuscript and said with a smile: "If I had such a stable job. It’s a pity not. I’m an illustrator, a children’s illustration, and a fairy tale for children. My income is not stable. It’s not enough for a while, so I can barely count as a freelance job."

"It sounds very interesting and warm." He Zhiyuan became interested, "How did you think of doing this in the first place?"

Songran's pen stopped and recalled, "Isn’t there many younger siblings in my house, there are so many younger siblings, the excitement is a lot of fun, and there is a lot of trouble. Reading picture albums is a big problem. Children like to read picture albums, and parents have nothing to spare I bought too much money, and there were only a few books back and forth, waiting in a line one by one, pitifully, and even fighting. I was the oldest in my family at that time, and I could go to the bookstore by myself, so I often copied new albums to show them. The little carrots sat around me, I drew one, and they read one. After a long time, I felt that I seemed to have a little talent in this aspect, and I simply took it as a career."

This experience was actually extremely bitter, far less warm than what Songran said, but after a long time, he had fun in his hardships and regarded it as an ordinary family story.

He Zhiyuan imagined the scene of Songran surrounded by a group of young children. He felt that it was natural and unconventional, as if this young man was born to belong to the crowd of lively children. He became more interested, and asked, "Where did I learn painting later? S City Academy of Fine Arts?"

"I……"

Song Ran was stiff, not knowing how to answer.

Academy of Fine Arts.

Such a tall art hall has always been a place beyond his reach.

Songran only studied in junior high school, so his painting foundation is weak, and his theoretical knowledge is close to zero. The children of the orphanage consider their painting skills as treasures and are worthless in the industry. In the first two years of his career, he was caught between a group of painters who came from a class, and his submissions were frequently rejected. Now the situation is getting better, most of the time he can speak on his strengths, but on some occasions, his education is still a shortcoming that he can't make up. It is also a few things that make him feel inferior except for not having parents.

There is a high school near the children's magazine. Every time Songran goes to submit a manuscript, she can't help but feel envy when she sees a few teenagers in high school uniforms walking by with a smile.

"I...I didn't graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts, nor did I study painting systematically." Songran was a little flustered. "I had listened to a few lessons with an old painter before, so I was basically self-taught."

Through the phone, He Zhiyuan could not feel the subtle changes in his emotions. Only when he was interested, he took the time to learn painting outside his major and praised him for his boldness.

Songran smiled dryly: "It's okay."

But my heart was frustrated for a while, and the draft couldn't continue, so I had to put aside the pen.

He was afraid that Mr. He would go deep to ask some questions that he could not answer, so he hurriedly threw the topic back and asked, "What about you? You can make a robot like Xiao Q, at least you have to read... uh, master degree Right?"

He talked about a great degree in his mind.

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Almost, I am a PhD in artificial intelligence."

"Uh, that... that's awesome."

Never heard of it.

Songran embarrassedly expressed his admiration, and then fell into a loss of words, and his heart became more and more depressed, thinking that there was a huge difference between him and Mr. He.

The two did not proceed smoothly on professional topics, and He Zhiyuan slowly noticed it, and said: "Let's talk about other things? For example, you and Boob have plans for the weekend. Do you have arrangements for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!" Songran's eyes lit up, "I want to take Bobu to Happy Valley, can I?"

He Zhiyuan readily agreed.

It's been a long time since he took Bobu to the playground. Songran is willing to take on his parental duties and play with Bobu happily for a day. He is happy to say: "Wait a minute, I will buy you tickets."

Songran said hurriedly, "No, Lin Hui bought the ticket."

"Lin Hui?"

He Zhiyuan frowned subconsciously.

"Well, that's the case. She wanted to make up for the mistake last night, so she bought us tickets." Songran explained, "Tomorrow she will go with us, do you mind?"

He Zhiyuan's complexion was slightly stunned, and he felt uncomfortable instinctively.

Frankly speaking, he minded.

It's not that he holds grudges, nor is he prejudiced against Lin Hui-He Zhiyuan's age is far from small enough to care about with a young girl who has just entered society. What he really cares about is his absence.

Songran takes Bobu to the amusement park. If there must be a third person to accompany him, then it is obvious that this person should be him. He is Bubu's father and Songran's friend, and his company is justified. Lin Hui kindly used this to "compensate", which was not wrong, but it made him feel annoyed that his "territory" was occupied.

What is even more annoying is that he is far away on the other side of the ocean.

"Mr. He?" There were several calls on the other end of the phone, "I will pay attention to Bobo's personal safety and prevent him from playing thrilling events. Lin Hui will also help me watch it. Is this okay?"

Songran asked again expectantly.

He Zhiyuan reluctantly said: "Yes, you guys have fun, remember to take more photos."

At the end of the story, he felt that his participation was not enough, and he told a few words with a parent-like attitude: "Don't play too thrilling projects yourself, especially the jumping machine and roller coaster. The equipment is not new and it is easy to accident. The company will send a car to pick you up, take your children home early in the afternoon, and call me as soon as you get home, remember?"

"..."

Song Ran held the phone, his heart was warm.

Take your kids home early, call me as soon as you get home... For him, these words have always been only heard in TV dramas. He thought it was just a line, and in reality no one would express concern like this, but He Zhiyuan said exactly the same thing to him.

Lovely.

Songran nodded and promised: "Mr. He, I will go home early."