Pastel Colours

Day1215:18

Ashley.

This unfamiliar name was like a thorn, and it was lightly pricked in Songran's heart-the rotten thorn on the old wooden chair, pierced into the flesh, not much pain or bleeding, but it makes people have to care .

Songran knew that he still didn't know He Zhiyuan enough.

He Zhiyuan on the phone is only a part of the inner part, which is about personality and temperament, and is relatively pure; He Zhiyuan in reality has a more complicated composition, and the outer part is about appearance, occupation, hobbies, relationship history... He knows this Very little, or that he knew nothing about it.

Maybe they are interacting too quickly, and they don't trust each other enough. When the time is right, He Zhiyuan will naturally tell what he is willing to say, but he can't wait.

He had a strong desire to explore He Zhiyuan's past, especially after the appearance of the paintings on the little feet.

Ashley.

Who is this girl, is it Mr. He's daughter?

If not, why was she with Bobu since she was born?

If yes, where is she now?

Songran guessed countless possibilities within a few minutes, one more unthinkable, making him uneasy, and the answer can only be known by asking Mr. He.

Across the framed glass, his fingers traced the pair of emerald green footprints, feeling it step by step, deeper or shallower, on his heart.

When He Zhiyuan called in the afternoon, Songran was lying on his sofa lazily playing cat. He feels refreshed, the cloth dudou is even more refreshed, his legs are upside-down, his belly is bare, and meowing, meowing, meowing. Songran has been messing around with it for a long time, picking up the phone and confiscating it, subconsciously also meowing.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Are you refined?"

Songran bit the tip of the wrong tongue, and then laughed: "How dare I, animals are not allowed to be refined after the founding of the People's Republic of China, I am still pretending to be a cat."

He Zhiyuan teased him: "Then whisper again, I won't let others hear."

"Don't don't don't, this is so embarrassing."

Songran even meowed inadvertently. Once he realized it, he would stammer 100% and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'm not kidding you, it's me, your family Songran."

The four characters at the end are crisp and lovely, and chocolate beans pop out one by one, and the sweetness falls into the ears.

He Zhiyuan took a sip of wine and picked the key points to repeat: "Well, my house is Songran."

The tone has another profound meaning.

Songran only felt his cheeks hot, and plunged one end into the dense cat hair. After a while, he raised it in shame, lowered his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Are you... are you tired from work today?"

"It's okay. It's about the same as the previous few days. Just get used to it. The matter is almost over. The pressure is not as great as it was at the beginning." He Zhiyuan replied, changing the conversation, "How about you, how long did you clean up at home, all day long." ?"

Songran held the cat's paw and rubbed and rubbed it: "No, I just worked for a long time. After I finished packing at noon, I took Bobu out to buy groceries in the afternoon. I bought half a catty of live shrimp and a catty of snails. Keep it in a water basin. Bubu likes that. I haven’t gotten tired of it after playing alone on the balcony for half an hour... Oh, by the way, I plan to get a fish tank in two days and let Bubu learn how to raise small fishes. With Xiaoxia, I can also have more materials for the homework assignments in the kindergarten in the future, can it?"

"Of course." He Zhiyuan graciously agreed, "The balcony at home is quite large, and it's all empty. You can develop it as you like. If you like, you can also get a small balcony for the master bedroom and put some decorations you like. I didn’t pay much attention to it when I lived alone, and I didn’t make any arrangements. I will trouble you to bother."

The master bedroom.

Songran thought of the huge double bed, her ears were red: "Okay."

The bed is mine, the balcony is mine, the master bedroom is mine, even Mr. He is mine... Songran smiled from ear to ear, rubbing the cat's hands more vigorously, and was kicked by the angry cloth pocket. Kicked.

He Zhiyuan heard his cry of pain and laughed low, but he felt a trace of unstoppable fatigue.

He really wants to go home and rest.

The white wall of the living room is projecting the video shot by Xiao Q today. The panoramic view, the light and color are completely restored, illuminating the midnight across the ocean. He Zhiyuan sat on the sofa in his nightgown, watching the energetic youth and children walking back and forth beside him.

This is a beautiful sunny day.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was clear and warm, and the tables, chairs, cabinets and floors had been wiped spotlessly. Songran hummed an out-of-tune unknown tune and strolled in from the opposite door, holding a small glass bottle shaped like a fishbowl, and placing it on the window sill. The aquatic plants in the bottle are rippling, and a few small fish shuttle among them, and the slight water waves reflect the sunlight, showing a brilliant colorful.

In addition to the windowsill, there are also several new decorations on the dining table.

A set of plain ceramic vases with a sunflower, a Casablanca, and sparse gypsophila.

A set of mugs, three large and small sets, are all cute animal shapes, and they are also matched with a small wooden spoon.

A set of three-dimensional cardboard, the content is painted forest animals. Boob sitting at the dining table, holding small art scissors, cutting them into shapes one by one, supporting them one by one, and placing them in different categories-chipmunk and gray squirrel together, curly sheep and horn sheep together , The tall, short and thin bunnies are also together.

The background sound is always mixed with the soft cat cry. Occasionally, the little Q moves to another place, the call becomes lighter, and soon it will reverberate again. It seems that the cat likes the little Q very much and chases him inseparably Running, the big fluffy tail sweeps past the camera from time to time, which is very interesting.

He Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing.

From the first second of the video to the present, he has watched his house slowly change its style. The changes are not complicated, all in the minutiae, but there is a warm family atmosphere more than before.

He began to look forward to the half-month holiday after the conference.

"Mr. He, when I was cleaning the master bedroom in the morning... I found something." On the other end of the phone, Song Ran saw that the atmosphere was still harmonious, and she seemed to inadvertently provoked a conversation, "There is a picture on the wall, two Do you have any impression of this... of the footprints of children?"

He Zhiyuan condensed his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Songran paused nervously, struggling for a few seconds, and hesitated to say: "I, I'm a little curious about that painting, especially the name Ashley. Mr. He, is that your daughter and Bubu's sister? ?"

He Zhiyuan did not answer immediately.

He picked up the remote control placed on the coffee table, pressed the pause button, and the projection screen was still at a random moment.

The living room was silent again, and a small night light beside the sofa radiated warm light, casting a clear shadow on He Zhiyuan's three-dimensional face. He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and suddenly felt tired--some unpleasant past resurfaced in front of him again, vivid and lingering.

"It's a bit complicated, I rarely mention it to people. Of course, if you are interested, I can tell you about it."

His tone was calm.

Songran sensed the reluctance in the calm, and quickly said: "No, no, if you find it inconvenient, it doesn't matter if you talk about it later, or if you don't talk about it... after all, it's your private matter, and I shouldn't pay too much attention to it. "

He Zhiyuan shook his head and laughed: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that it is inconvenient to tell, but that you will laugh at me if you know."

"how come!"

Song Ran was very surprised.

He Zhiyuan stood up and pushed open the glass sliding doors in the living room and backyard. A cool breeze wandered in, blowing up the curtains on both sides. He leaned against the door, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Song Ran, we had a fight on the phone before. I said, I don't plan to have children before the age of thirty-five. Boob is a pure Unexpectedly, you scolded me not to wear a condom during sex, and the condom couldn't control the dick, remember?"

Songran was taken aback for a moment. In retrospect, he seemed to have indeed scolded such a vulgar sentence, and slapped his face: "This, this... Don't mention it..."

I want to dig a hole to bury the nonsense, why are you still thinking about it?

He Zhiyuan said: "Actually, there is one thing you may not know-wearing a condom is not 100% insurance, because the **** is healthy enough to survive in a condom for several hours."

Song Ran opened his eyes suddenly.

It took him a long time to realize the meaning of this sentence, and his expression was shocked: "He, Mr. He, you mean... Boob is for his mother. You shot it in the sleeve..."

"Correct."

He Zhiyuan nodded.

Songran continued to be shocked: "But why did she do this? Shouldn't husband and wife respect each other if you don't want to have a child? If you don't want to have a baby, she shouldn't use this method to get pregnant... No, no, no, she wanted a child, so she was pregnant with Bobo without telling you, and then your relationship broke up, divorced, and broke up, so why didn't Bobo take her away and let you raise it? This doesn't make sense. !"

He Zhiyuan heard him guessing, spreading endlessly, and interrupted him in time: "Songran, I have never been married."

"..."

Songran switched thoughts: "She wants to borrow her son to force marriage?"

"No."

"Then, then why?"

Songran really couldn't guess it.

He Zhiyuan looked at the indeterminate light and shadow in the wine glass, his expression indescribably indifferent.

He whispered: "Boubu's mother wants children very much, very much, but all she wants is children, not including me. In fact, she has never loved me-Songran, she and you Same, he was born gay."

Songran was stunned as if struck by lightning.

This is not a past that can be easily told.

Especially for men with strict self-discipline such as He Zhiyuan, the words "be deceived by les", and then understatement, carry a strong sense of humiliation.

He is not lacking in guard, but this matter has been so absurd that it is beyond his defense.

Six years ago, on a flight from Dallas to San Francisco, when the gentle and beautiful girl with tears in her eyes handed a wet tissue to express kindness, He Zhiyuan couldn’t think of all the value of herself in her eyes. It's just a good quality sperm.