Pastel Colours

Day0608:00

In order to give Bubu a perfect trip to Happy Valley, Songran did most of the night's homework and printed out the play guide on A4 paper on both sides. The time was accurate to the minute and the cost was accurate to the dime. He considered himself impeccable.

The next morning, He Zhiyuan sent a black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle to pick them up, and he picked up his shoulder bag and got into the car with confidence. As a result, when he got there, he was instantly dumbfounded-Happy Valley Weekend Opening the door is comparable to opening the floodgate in a typhoon, and the crowded tourists swarmed into force, quickly engulfing every game item, performance venue, snack shop and souvenir shop. Songran hasn't taken a step forward, and the queue fences within his sight are already full.

This is going to take an aerial shot, and the picture is like an octopus spraying out a large cloud of ink-the entire Happy Valley is black.

Not knowing the seriousness of the situation, Bubu looked around, clapping and exclaiming, "Wow, many people!"

Songran seconded: "Yes, many people."

Now we are queuing up.

Lin Hui came by herself by subway and sent a rendezvous message to Songran's mobile phone. Songran was afraid that Bubu would be trampled on by someone, so he hugged him on his shoulder and asked him to ride on his neck to find his way. The two of them trudged through the mountains and waters, struggling to walk, and finally passed through the layers of people, and smoothly merged with Lin Hui next to a certain statue.

The little girl put on delicate light make-up today, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she looks pretty.

On April day, she was not afraid of the cold, and she wore a pink lace dress. The ends of the pear blossoms were hotter than before, and she flicked against her cheeks. In addition, two bright white cat ears grew on her head.

When the three met, Lin Hui conjured two cat ear headbands, one big and one small, and put them on Bubu and Songran: "When people see cat ears, they know that we three are one. If you get up, you are not afraid to get lost."

She made a gesture of love on her chest, giving Songran a happy gesture.

Songran’s heterosexual antenna still didn’t work, and the signal reception failed. He thought she was selling cute in the cos cat, and exclaimed enthusiastically: "Pose is very cute."

Lin Hui was hit in the chest by the boomerang thrown out by herself, causing a burst of blood.

Bubu likes cat ears very much. He dialed the one on his head, then dialed Songran's head, and stretched out his little finger to count one by one: "One cloth pocket, two cloth pockets, three cloth pockets!"

He lifted his head hard to see how he was wearing cat ears. After several attempts, he realized that this was impossible, and bowed his eyebrows regretfully.

Songran quickly took out a small mirror from his backpack, opened the flap, and handed it to Bobo.

Boob cheered to the mirror: "Wow, I'm so cute!"

The three "so cute" cloth pockets held hands and went into the garden together.

The tourists in the park were bustling with hustle and bustle. Songran was afraid that Bobo would run away, so he took out a piece of white paper, a roll of double-sided tape and a fountain pen from his shoulder bag, and made a simple bracelet that was fastened to his wrist. I wrote my name and phone number correctly.

Lin Hui was stunned: "Do you even bring the double-sided tape with you?"

Songran looked as expected: "It must be."

Lin Hui was messy in the wind.

The small mirror just now belonged to daily necessities, and she also had it in her bag, not surprising, but she took a roll of double-sided tape to go out... she couldn't understand this brain circuit.

At this time, Lin Hui hadn't realized that she would fully appreciate Songran's ability to take care of children throughout the next day.

After writing the contact information, Songran seriously confirmed his safety knowledge to Bubu: "If you can't find your brother and sister, what should you do?"

Boob raised his little hand high, and replied in a decent way: "You should find the police uncle in uniform and show them the bracelet!"

"That's right, my **** is really smart." Songran rubbed his face, "you can go!"

Facts have proved that this seemingly tasteless second-line insurance is really not unfounded and almost comes in handy.

Bubu's nature has been released recently. After entering the garden, it is like a loach burrowing into the wet soil, rushing around, slipping faster than a monkey. Songran 2.0's eyesight didn't work either, and a careless child disappeared several times. Fortunately, the cat's ears that Lin Hui gave were white, which was dazzling enough to jump in the crowd. Songran chased this bright color to play with snakes, so that he was relieved of the situation of waiting for police calls.

Today's protagonist is Bubu. Songran and Lin Hui didn't play much by themselves, and spent most of their time on children's projects, such as Ocean Park and Gold Mine Town. Bubu has a great interest in every project, even the fountain square, taking advantage of Songran and Lin Hui lined up to buy ice cream, rushed in and showered all over.

"Boob, what are you doing!"

Seeing with sharp eyes, Song Ran stuffed the ice cream he just bought into Lin Hui's hand, and quickly chased it.

So Lin Hui held an ice cream in each hand, and watched Bobu, who looked like a chicken, was carried out by Song Ran. Songran didn't scold him, but just opened his magical Doraemon four-dimensional pocket, took out a bath towel, wrapped the naughty child tightly from head to toe, and started rubbing the mud and rubbing the water vigorously.

After rubbing it over, Songran frowned and said to Lin Hui: "Wait for us for ten minutes."

"..."

Lin Hui watched them enter the public bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Bobo came out of the bathroom. He had been put on a new set of clean clothes, including shoes and socks. Only the hair had not been dried, and the locks were attached to his forehead.

Lin Hui was convinced of this, and felt that Songran and her were not in the same realm when it came to bringing a child. She was a nanny with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, while Songran was an employer stingy with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan. Kind.

Every girl has a unique heartbeat standard, part of the face control, part of the voice control, Lin Hui's cuteness is relatively biased, is an out-and-out dad control-like boys who can bring children. Songran's set of favorability was violently brushed down, and she had become a male **** in her eyes, and even the appearance of squatting on the ground and packing her backpack was shrouded by the holy light.

It is a pity that such a good male **** does not call her.

The only thing that gives Lin Hui a little comfort is that she is sweet, and Songran is handsome. The two match from appearance to temperament. Bobu stops in the middle again. It is a young couple who brought their children to the playground. Young couples are those with particularly good genes. She got a little satisfaction from the enviable gazes of others, restored her balance, and had a good time playing.

They went to the children's restaurant for dinner at noon, but she couldn't hold back and won the last chance.

At that time, Bubu was playing with other children in the bouncy castle. Lin Hui and Songran chose a position by the window and sat face to face to eat burgers and fries. She rubbed her fingers and said seriously: "Songran, that...I really like you. Can you think about it when you asked me about your relationship?"

Songran smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Lin Hui was hit again, her eyes turned red, and she looked like she was about to cry: "I, where am I not to attract you? Tell me, I will change, OK?"

Song Ran sighed.

This little girl was probably spoiled since childhood. In his early twenties, just out of campus, his feelings are fresh and pure. When he meets the boys, he wants to get tired of being together. The attitude is straightforward and he refuses to give up easily. Sometimes he feels aggressive. Although he is the one being pursued, it does not mean that the status is superior. The girls have all put their posture to the low position, and he can't remain indifferent.

"Lin Hui, there is nothing wrong with you. The reason why we can't communicate is my problem."

Songran picked up a piece of French fries, pinched one end with his left hand and one end with his right hand, denting it into an arc in front of Lin Hui.

Lin Hui blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

Song Ran: "I am bent."

Lin Hui: "..."

After a few minutes, Lin Hui didn't speak any more.

She chewed on burgers, beef, cheese, tomatoes, and the fallen leaves were stuffed back into her mouth piece by piece, as if she was going to stimulate gastric acid secretion by overeating, digesting the four words Songran said.

Song Ran looked dumbfounded.

Maybe this news is quite shocking, but is it necessary to react so much?

I am bent, and not a woman!

After a meal that was so difficult to choke to death, Lin Hui poured half a glass of Coke, barely letting go, clenched fists with both hands and pressed it on the table, with a look of despair: "I don’t want to lie, Young Master, I’ve been a few years I chased three boys in total, and you are the third Gay."

Songran couldn't laugh or cry: "Then...your eyes are quite nasty."

Lin Hui bit off a French fries and said with great indignation, "Can't I chase a straight man seriously in my life? The last one was Gay, and the last one was Gay. Forget it, I and them They said they had a lot of fate to complain about, and they said they wanted to know each other. After two days of knowing each other, they both got out of order and fed me dog food every day. I planned to find a boyfriend and feed them dog food. As a result...you are also bent!"

Songran tore open a packet of ketchup and handed it to her: "You say that, my conscience is very tormented."

"Don't suffer." Lin Hui already gave up on herself. "If I am destined to find a straight man, it means that I will know a bunch of gays next time. I can introduce you to them and help you get rid of the order."

Songran smiled and waved: "No need, I have a male god."

"Yeah, you have a male god." Lin Hui became even more frustrated, lying on the table, teaching life experience painfully, "Songran, let me tell you, you have a first task before chasing him-to find out His sexuality. Don’t be like me. After catching up and discovering that his sexuality is incompatible, then it’s over."

Lin Hui's words just hit Songran's pain point. The words "sexual incompatibility" are like a precise sharp arrow, piercing the center of the heart. He covered his chest and lay down on the table in frustration.

His male **** is more than straight?

Get married early, and the kids will get soy sauce.

The two chins on the table, looking at each other. Lin Hui noticed Songran's uncomfortable expression, her eyes widened slightly: "No...no? Is it really straight?"

"Straight."

Lin Hui stretched out her hand and shook hands with Songran, expressing the revolutionary friendship of sharing weal and woe, and unlucky: "It seems that it is not easy for you."

The two of them were speechless, and were silent to destroy the fries one by one.

Soon, only the last fries were left on the plate.

Lin Hui grabbed it and stabbed it into the ketchup, then took the ketchup in her left hand and the French fries in her right hand, and both passed them to Songran, "Which one are you?"

Songran's face blushed, covering his eyes, and pointing to ketchup in shame.

Lin Hui shook her head compassionately, patted Songran's shoulder again, and comforted him, saying, "As the saying goes, ten gays and nine accepts are hard to find. Although the reality is cruel, you are so good, you can definitely be quick To find your own small offense, you must have confidence in yourself."

Songran didn't have any confidence at all, so she had to muffledly said: "Accept your good words."

When they walked into the restaurant, they were still a potential couple, and when they walked out of the restaurant, they had become a pair of difficult brothers.

Both Songran and Lin Hui felt that the plot direction seemed a bit out of control. They didn't know what eye contact to use, but Bubu was always happy, pulling them to ride a roller coaster, ride a small flying fish, ride a submarine, and go everywhere like celebrities. Watch children's performances.

Before they left, they wandered around the souvenir shop. Bubu took a fancy to a lop-eared rabbit doll and held it in his arms with love. He wanted it but didn’t dare to speak. So he hugged the rabbit and dangled in front of Songran, expecting Songran can take the initiative to buy him.

Songran bent down and asked him, "Want a rabbit?"

Bubu nodded: "Yeah."

"How should I tell my brother? Use a complete sentence."

Boob thought for a while and summoned the courage to say: "Brother, I...I want this rabbit doll."

"Okay, brother will buy it for you."

Songran agreed with a smile, took Bobu's hand, and took him to pay.

Insecure children tend to have a preference for plush toys. Songran had no father or mother when he was a child, and no toys on the bedside. After a long period of time, the skin hungry and thirsty problem disappeared, always looking forward to someone hug him. To this day, I can't help but feel itchy when I see a large Pooh bear. Bubu wanted a plush rabbit, he understood better than anyone else.

After all, the same child lives in his heart.

The cashier took the doll, scanned the barcode with the machine, and said politely: "One hundred and ninety-nine yuan, thank you for your patronage."

Songran took out the wallet and opened it, with three thin red tickets lying inside.

He was very surprised. He counted it back and forth several times, and made sure that there were only three left. He scratched his chin in anguish--the expense was a bit more recently than before, but why did he become so careless?

Songran drew out two red tickets and settled the bill. The cashier took out the paper bag and prepared to pack the doll in, but Bubu stood on tiptoe and opened his arms impatiently.

Songran hurriedly said: "You don't need to bag it, the baby likes to hold it by himself."

As a result, the lop-eared rabbit returned to Bubu's arms again.

Bubu buried his face in the soft rabbit fur, kissed and rubbed with joy, and after a while raised his head contentedly, his dark eyes gleaming like morning stars: "Thank you brother."

Songran also smiled at him: "Just like it, no thanks."

On the way back, Bubu and Lin Hui became sleepy one after another, squeezing their seat belts, squeezing into the back seat and sleeping.

Songran remembered the deposit, and checked the bank card balance with his mobile phone. The figure was even smaller than he had predicted, with only more than four thousand fractions left. Excluding the rent, water and electricity reserved for the next month, it may be difficult to eat, not to mention helping to raise cloth.

He could actually ask Mr. He for money, but his pride prevented him.

Mr. He had indeed promised to pay him a salary of 14 thousand, but that meant that he would settle the accounts after returning home. Songran couldn't do the thing of asking for money on the first day with the child, which is really embarrassing.

He switched to WeChat, clicked on the portrait of sister Qiu from the publishing house, and sent a message for help.

[Ode to Joy]: Sister Qiu, sincerely beg to receive the business manuscripts, you will not refuse to draw anything you want, and you will never talk about ethics (/flattering)

[Qiu Mi]: Short of money again?

[Ode to Joy]: I am as poor as I am, and have never been rich (/crying)

[Qiu Mi]: I have a few copies of the business manuscripts here, but I have sent you ten or so before and then I will receive the new manuscript. Can I finish drawing this month?

[Ode to Joy]: Guarantee to complete the task and never delay the manuscript!

[Qiu Mi]: Let's do it, because of your credibility, I will help you even out.

[Ode to Joy]: Thank you sister Qiu! Sister Qiu beat my sister! (/Tears ran)

[Qiu Mi]: My mouth is always so sweet, give my sister a kiss, come.

[Ode to Joy]: Mua!

After asking for the final draft, after selling Moe, I quit WeChat and stared at the cute chipmunk on the home screen for a few seconds. He smiled and thought to himself that he should work hard, draw a draft diligently, and earn more living expenses.

He still has such a cute **** to take care of.