Pastel Colours

Day0420:59

At midnight, He Zhiyuan finished his work and drove his modified Porsche 90 miles on the fast lane. He returned home quickly, took a hot bath, drank half a glass of red wine, and fell asleep.

Four hours later, he was forced to wake up by the regular biological clock, drowsily took out his cell phone, and dialed today's love call.

Bubu picked up the phone and yelled softly on the other end, saying that he was painting the color, and he painted it well.

He Zhiyuan asked: "New coloring book?"

"No."

Boob grabbed the dark green colored lead and carefully painted a lead-painted leaf on the cat's head: "Brother Songran painted it for me. In the morning, we met a little cat. It was super cute. My brother painted it. Give it to me."

In the evening the kindergarten was over, and the strange new aunt picked him home. Songran was unexpectedly not at home, but left three stacks of picture books for children and a beautiful sketch of a cat at door 8012B. Bubu was a little depressed at first. Seeing his brother's paintings and books, he suddenly became happy and decided to paint them carefully, and give them to him as soon as his brother returned home.

He Zhiyuan hadn't woken up yet, so he just remembered to explain his misunderstanding to Songran. After chatting with Bubu for a few words, he said naturally, "Hey, give me the phone."

Boob became puzzled and felt that his father was very confused: "Brother isn't here, only sister... I asked my sister to speak on the phone?"

He Zhiyuan happened to yawn for a long time. He didn't hear clearly. As soon as the phone changed hands, he called out, "Song Ran."

"Mr. He, you, you... hello! My name is Lin Hui!"

The opposite is extremely excited.

Early in the morning, a bright and cheerful female voice hitting his ears made He Zhiyuan sober instantly.

Lin Hui?

It seems to be the new nanny he hired.

Lin Hui is a kindergarten teacher on the 21st of this year and is preparing to graduate this summer. She had a baby face, burned her pear head, and wore a rose-red ribbon hairpin. She looked very energetic. A few days ago, she had just voted for a resume in a senior housekeeper. Yesterday, a short-term internship with a monthly salary of tens of thousands fell from the sky and hit her head directly. According to the contact person, not only the baby is well-behaved, but the employer is also handsome, almost fainting her.

She showed excellent professionalism, first greeted Mr. He respectfully, then introduced herself, and then reported the situation of Bubu in an orderly manner.

At four o'clock, the kindergarten is over, and she takes a taxi to pick up Bobo home;

At five o'clock, Bubu ate a small bowl of fruit salad mixed with strawberries, kiwi and dragon fruit;

At six o'clock, she cooked a pan-fried veal with carrots for dinner. Boob had a good appetite and was successfully liquidated;

At seven o'clock, in accordance with the special request of the employer, she told Bubu a fairy tale with great affection. After listening to the story, Bubu politely said thank you.

Lin Hui once thought that children from wealthy families would be particularly difficult to take, but when she saw Bobu, she was amazed. This kid is like a real noble little gentleman. He doesn't have the slightest bad temper, no noise or noisy, and he is incredibly sensible.

Even after listening to the story, he didn't pester Lin Hui to ask questions like other children, but took out the colored pens and painted them quietly.

Work is too easy and money is too easy to make.

Lin Hui lay comfortably on the fabric sofa, drinking juice while playing mobile card games. She was so grateful for her generous employer that she couldn't hold back her praise when answering the phone.

"Mr. He, you are really attached to Bubu. I have brought many children before, and this is the first time I have seen you a parent who prepared a car of picture books for children like this!" Lin Hui smiled warmly and congratulated He Zhiyuan. "You didn’t specify what story to tell. I saw that the quality was pretty good. I should have selected it. I took a copy from the pile of four to six years old. If you have a need, I can prepare it in advance. of!"

Monk Zhang Er He Zhiyuan couldn't figure it out: "My family? Picture books for children?"

"Yes, the courier is at the door." Lin Hui leaned out from the sofa and checked the stack of books again. "There are three piles of tags, one for ages 1 to 3, and one for 4 years old. A bunch of 6 years old, a bunch of 7 to 10 years old... uh, wait a minute, don’t you know?"

He Zhiyuan said: "I don't know."

This is embarrassing.

Lin Hui flattered on the horse's leg, laughed dryly, her brain swiftly running, and immediately thought of an explanation that she thought was extremely reasonable: "That must be the order from the madam? Your wife is really virtuous, haha. "

It worked the same for Mrs. and Mrs. Lin Hui admired her wit.

He Zhiyuan frowned.

Where is his wife?

After complimenting the two parents, we came to the most critical highlight-boasting the child.

Lin Hui has a lot of experience in this area, and all kinds of praise come out like flowers. Praising Bobu is obedient and polite. When it comes to being well-behaved, she is one of the only children of her age.

Who doesn't like to hear his children being praised?

She babbled good things, but she didn't expect He Zhiyuan to feel happy.

Similar compliments...he listened too much.

So far, every nanny has praised Bobu with repeated words. They said that Bubu is a surprisingly sensible child, and He Zhiyuan has always accepted it with ease, taking this as evidence of his son's healthy growth. However, since quarreling with Songran, when he heard words like "obedient", "sensible", and "behaved" again, his first reaction was actually to be vigilant.

Especially the word "one in a hundred".

Picking one in a hundred means special, special can be positive or negative. He didn't even consider the negative possibility before, but now he has doubts about it.

"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 has a maturity far beyond that of his peers, is there any possible symptoms of mental abnormality? "

Lin Hui was taken aback: The script went wrong when he encountered a super-level question in the **** test!

She grabbed her chin nervously, smiled and hit haha: "The heart... is mentally abnormal? Hahaha, Mr. He, you are so humorous, how can your child be abnormal? I promise, Bubu has absolutely nothing... …"

He Zhiyuan emphasized: "Anything possible."

"Uh, this..."

Lin Hui stopped, and the alarm was overwhelmed in her heart-with a child with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, how could it be so easy in the world? This problem is most likely a pit that the employer digs specifically in order to examine her professionalism. You must perform well and cannot be perfunctory, so as not to be fired on the first day of work.

She cared too much about the job, and focused her attention on how to answer He Zhiyuan's question, but forgot that Bubu was still standing in the living room.

Bubu just looked at her silently, listened to her, and listened to every word.

Lin Hui said: "Mr. He, there is a possibility that you said. Some children who have not received a response from their parents for a long time will indeed behave very obediently, and will also show a certain degree of ingratiation. The typical ones are orphans, left-behind children, Children who have been subjected to cold and violent treatment, but... But what does these conditions have to do with your family Bobu? Your family is so rich, and there must be a lot of parent-child companionship. Bobu’s psychological condition is absolutely healthy. Sir, don't think too much about things like mental abnormalities..."

Before she could finish her words, her body sank suddenly, and Bobu fell on her face.

With tears in his eyes, the child stretched out his little arm, and wanted to **** the phone back regardless, and cried out: "You give it back to me! I want to talk to my father! I'm not abnormal, no!"

He Zhiyuan heard the tender and trembling cry over there, and jumped from the bed to sit up, his whole body almost exploded.

What's the matter with this nanny? Talking about sensitive topics without knowing to avoid children? Songran not only entered the room when talking to him the day before yesterday, but even closed the door!

Lin Hui was shocked, sitting on the sofa dumbfounded, and did not react for a long time.

Bubu snatched the phone from her hand, sat on the ground and cried loudly, crying and burping, and shouting at his father, crying bitterly that he was not normal.

Lin Hui looked at him stupidly, knowing that she had lost her job. She was a little girl in her early twenties, where she had suffered such a sudden and huge blow. She was unbearable for a while, her nose was sour, and she began to crackle and shed tears.

When Songran came up in the elevator carrying a box of shredded chicken fried noodles, the 8012B cried loudly, and the deafening movement could be heard through a door.

He knocked on the door, and after a while, a young girl in a round neck skirt opened the door.

The girl's eyes were red and her face was full of tears. It was obvious that she was also involved in this late night harassment activity. When she saw the friendly little handsome guy outside, she didn't even bother to ask about his name. She flew into Song Ran with a full heart and rubbed her tears on his shoulder.

"Hey?" Songran carried the fried noodles, at a loss, "You...what's wrong with you?"

Lin Hui cried: "I'm done!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a more miserable cry in the room: "Brother!!!"

Songran hurriedly pushed Lin Hui away, squatted down quickly, and opened his arms, only to see Bubu holding up the child's mobile phone, crying wildly and rushing towards him, and slammed into his arms like a bullet.

Bubu shouted "Brother" with a heartbreaking voice. He Zhiyuan on the phone heard it, but he let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed, and his eyes closed and rubbed his brows.

With Songran, his anxious heart settled.

Lin Hui's negligence once caused a mess in the house. The child's face was full of tears and nose. He was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly, let alone patiently listen to his explanation. Even though He Zhiyuan has eighteen martial arts, he can do nothing about this mess through a cold cell phone.

Fortunately, Songran appeared at this time.

He Zhiyuan rarely trusts a person for no reason, but his instinct tells him that as long as he is accompanied by Songran, his beloved child will soon stop crying.

On the other end of the phone, Bobo was picked up.

The baby choked so hard, her soft little body arched unstoppable, and tears continued to flow. His little face was covered with wet water marks, gathered to his chin, falling down like broken beads.

"It's okay, it's okay, Boob, my brother is here... my brother is with you."

Songran patted the child's back, making him cry on his shoulders.

There was a beep in the corner of the living room, and Xiao Q slowly turned 90 degrees, lit a row of icy blue indicator lights, and approached them half a meter.

Songran was a little frightened, and quickly moved away two steps.

Bubu cried out of breath for a long time, pursed his small mouth, and pleaded aggrievedly to himself: "Brother, I am not abnormal, I am a good boy..."

unusual?

When Song Ran heard this word, she immediately realized that the problem was going wrong-what did the little girl say?

He was afraid that Bubu would be hurt twice, so he didn't dare to directly ask about it. He quickly winked at Lin Hui and said in a low voice: "What's the matter? You find a piece of paper and a pen... No, mobile phone! You use your mobile phone. Type it for me!"

Lin Hui didn't respond. She opened her mouth slightly and stared at Song Ran with her eyes, as if in a daze.

Songran was anxious: "Typing!"

"Oh! Good, good!"

Lin Hui regained his senses, nodded twice, and began to crackle typing into the mobile phone memo pad. While typing, he peeked at Song Ran from the corner of the eye—Oh my God, the 1.8-meter-old boy, holding a The soft little baby walks around in the living room, patting his back so gently, occasionally saying a few comforting words, warm enough to melt people's hearts.

What is contrast cute? This is called contrast cuteness.

Lin Hui's heart beat fast, her cheeks dyed a shy flush.

Songran has been a Gay for a long time, and I never thought that I could capture a girl's heart by coaxing a child, and he failed to meet the electric wave with Lin Hui's eager eyes. He hugged Bubu around for a few laps, and when he came back to pick up his cell phone, he immediately twisted the word "Chuan".

Lin Hui hurriedly shrank her head and apologized: "I'm sorry!"

Songran sighed: "Tell me what I'm sorry for? I, I'm not the child's father..."

He is just a "nanny" who has just been fired by Mr. He. Strictly speaking, his identity is even more embarrassing than Lin Hui, and he doesn't even have a position to intervene in this matter, but he can't ignore it. As he patted the child on the back, he said, "I took Bobo to the room to be quiet, then, you...what's your name?"

"Lin Hui!"

"Lin Hui, don't cry. I'll help you figure out a solution when I come out, okay?"

"it is good!"

Lin Hui was so touched that she pressed her lips tightly, tears welling up into a clear spring in her eyes.

The room types of 8012A and 8012B are symmetrical. Songran quickly found the second bedroom belonging to Bubu, but she was stupid as soon as she opened the door.

This is also called a children's room? !

The gray and white tone and simple lines are in the same line as the design style of the living room, but run counter to the children's desire for color and shape. The only warm atmosphere is the Lego bricks scattered on the floor and a sunflower oil painting hanging on the bedside. , And a huge brown puppet bear.

Even the bed is a standard-size double bed, plus a round pillow-the child usually sleeps alone.

Songran looked around and couldn't tell what it was like, anyway he was panicked. He was about to close the door, and Xiao Q rolled the wheel and jammed the door. He had to let him go if he wanted to follow up.

After all, this is the little angel sent by Mr. He to protect Bobo, with more or less security monitoring functions. Songran feels that it is better to stay under his nose.

Little Q automatically found a corner with a good view, and quietly began to squat.

The child didn't cry all the time, he lay down in Songran's arms and twitched to shed tears. His small voice was delicate and tender, and it sounded pitiful, and Songran's heart trembled and hurt.

He sat next to the bed holding Bobo, the child's hand shook, and the child's mobile phone fell on the bed.

The screen turned on for a moment, and then went dark again. The call duration of 26 minutes and 15 seconds flashed by, and it continued to accumulate every second.

But Songran didn't notice.

There was only a little crying bag with a red nose in his eyes.

The little crying bag became the rain god. After the rainstorm, it rained lightly, and it took another ten minutes to shed tears generously before taking away the supernatural powers. Songran has been with him during this period, not in a hurry or persuading him. When the child has cried enough by himself and his emotions are over, he feels a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head shyly, leaning against Songran's arms and twisted: "Brother."

With a little grievance, and a little coquettish.

Songran couldn't help laughing: "What is the baby crying? My sister won't dare to praise you after you cry."

"what?"

Bubu showed a confused look, blinked, and blinked the last teardrop that was still hanging.

Songran said, "Don't Boob know? Just now my sister praised you for being obedient."

"But, but I obviously heard..." Bubu sniffed, "My sister said I was'abnormal'."

Songran squeezed his little face and said softly: "'Abnormal' is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it means'different'. For example, my brother bought an apple, which is very big and very special. Sweet, it’s “different” from other little apples. Let’s say that my brother met a small tabby cat, which was very cute and lively, and was “different” from other kittens. Now my brother sees Bubu and thinks Bubu is very obedient, very sensible, and'different' from other naughty children."

Bubu was stunned for a moment: "Is that... does that mean?"

"Of course it is." Songran smiled brightly and opened two cute dimples, making people unbearable to doubt the authenticity of these words. "Bubu think about it, the aunts, teachers, grandma and grandma I met before. Yes, do you often boast **** and be obedient and smart?"

Bubu recalled for two seconds, and Tianjin replied: "Yeah!"

Songran went along and said, "Look, everyone knows that Bubu is a good boy. My brother saw it at first sight when he saw you, and of course the new sister also noticed it, so she told her father The "abnormal" of Bubu refers to the kind of "abnormal" that Boob is more attractive than other children."

He burst into laughter, and the dark pupils lit up. But after a short while, the smile on his face disappeared, and the hard-won light dimmed.

"It's not a good one, it's not." He shook his head and said sadly, "Brother, you know, you smile every time you praise me, and your eyes bend, but your sister doesn't say anything. Laugh, so... it's a bad kind of'different', not a good..."

The lonely child's voice reached the other end of the phone, and He Zhiyuan's breath was tight, before he let down his heart and mentioned the height again.

This is nothing like what Boob would say, nothing 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 of more than ten seconds in the receiver, and He Zhiyuan realized that even Songran was stumped. Just when he was agitated, thinking that the lie would eventually help, Songran said: "Bobo, sister did not laugh, not because Bobo is not good enough, but because Dad told her on the phone not to boast about Bobo. Be obedient, and don’t say Boob is sensible, he doesn’t like to hear."

"Why don't you like it?"

The child tilted his head and looked puzzled.

Songran said, "Because Dad feels distressed. Bubu is so behaved, he refuses to say it when he is wronged, and he hides it all in his heart. Children are small, and the heart is small, and the slap is big. Of course Dad will feel distressed for hiding so many things."

"A lie!" Bubu raised his chin and gave a puffed look, "Daddy won't feel bad. Dad only likes good Bubu."

Songran was taken aback, and said quickly: "Why? Whether Bubu is good or not, Dad likes it the same."

But Bubu firmly shook his head: "Brother, you don't understand, Dad only likes good Bubu."

In the face of Songran, the young child poked his heart out and was more frank than a blank paper: "Dad is busy at work and doesn't like being interrupted. He always looks at the screens and doesn’t look at me. If I play with him, he He would say: Boob, don’t make trouble. Only if I don’t bother him obediently, he will touch my head and praise me when he is free, so..."

Bubu leaned into Songran's ear, and whispered to him like a secret, "So you have to be a good boob."

He Zhiyuan sat on the bed with a heavy face, supported his forehead with his hands, put his index and middle fingers together, and rubbed his eyebrows vigorously. After a while, he lowered his head, covered his palms, and inserted his ten fingers deep into his hair.

Is that right?

When he was working, did he neglect his children like this?

It seems... yes.

He Zhiyuan came from a qualified father-except for a few occasional situations, he never worked overtime at the company until late at night, personally picks up cloths from school every day, and also eats dinner with his children.

But after that, he devoted almost all of it to the study.

He has frequent work calls, video conferences until 1 a.m., and piles up three-digit new emails without checking for a few hours...Four monitors on the desk occupy his busy sight, one screen of code, one screen of papers, One screen of the database, the remaining screen is ready for use at any time. When I'm really busy, I don't even notice when Bobu goes to bed.

But Boob never makes trouble.

This child is always doing his own things quietly where he can’t see. Only when he starts to rest, will he appear in his field of vision "just right", leaning close, and sprinkling sweetly for a while, like a caring flower. cotton candy.

He Zhiyuan always thought that this was a kind of tacit understanding between father and son, but now he knew that the so-called tacit understanding was basically Bubu suppressing the child's nature unilaterally and struggling to chase his rhythm.

Bubu is only four years old.

It turned out that everything Songran told him that day... was right.

God didn't treat him special, didn't give him a good child who doesn't need to worry about, just let the child learn to silence and become a little mute. As his biological father, he actually had to contact the child's secret heart through another talent.

A strong sense of frustration hit his face, making him at a loss.

He Zhiyuan grabbed the phone, rushed down the stairs, and almost jumped over the last five steps.

Putting the laptop on the coffee table in the living room, he tapped the keyboard several times to activate the screen, and remotely logged in to the management system of Xiao Q at home. At the moment of login, a large number of newly generated data logs began to be loaded synchronously, and the scroll bar was rapidly refreshed line by line on the left side of the page. This was what He Zhiyuan cared about most, but now, without even looking at it, he cut directly into the monitoring screen and chose OmniVision.

Panoramic view.

In the 8012B bedroom, Xiao Q's ice blue indicator light slowly dimmed, and then slowly lit up, completing a gentle light-dark alternation. The top camera is turned on, and the high-speed video stream is projected on the four white walls in a circular ring through the wireless network.

In a blink of an eye, He Zhiyuan's living room turned into a bedroom ten thousand kilometers away. Two meters in front is the child's bed. Sitting on the bed is one big and one small, they are nestled together and whispering.

Bubu cried, his nose and eyes were red, and he nestled tightly in Songran's arms, like a little rabbit in shock, and Songran held his little hand with five fingers, looked down at him, and his eyes were extremely gentle-the tone of the picture The proportions and proportions are real, as if just a few steps forward, you can embrace these two people with open arms.

He Zhiyuan stood in the living room, looking at them intently.

Songran's voice is no longer limited to the distorted mobile phone handset, but it is transmitted from the stereo surround sound: "Bubu, brother, I have a question for you, okay?"

Bubu nodded: "Okay."

Songran asked: "What is your brother thinking now, can you guess it?"

Boob shook his head.

Songran asked again: "So, what is my sister outside, can you guess?"

Boob continued to shook his head.

So Songran followed his advice: "If Boob wants to know, what should I do?"

Bubu bit his finger and thought for a while, then shook his head for the third time.

Songran smiled. He pulled Bubu's fingers out of his mouth, gently held his palm, and said, "Bubu, you should ask us. If you ask, we will answer. We answered, you don't You know?"

Bubu scratched his scalp, a little embarrassed: "Yes."

"So, my brother wants to tell you that only when you say something hidden in your heart can you be heard. Bubu can't guess what others are thinking, and the same is true for others, nor can you guess what Bubu is thinking. I can’t guess how wronged Bobo is.” Songran looked into the child’s eyes and said sincerely, “It’s not that Dad doesn’t love you, but he’s too busy at work, and occasionally I can’t hear your voice. In fact, who is he better than? I want to know you more. Boob, you have to help Dad and tell him what you are saying 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 through a window, it is faint, warm, and reassuring.

He Zhiyuan watched him, his chest was hot.

Bubu asked hesitantly, "Just tell Dad, will Dad accompany me?"

"Yeah, yes." Songran nodded, "Bobo is a child, and children have the privilege to behave like a baby, but they don't have to be good. Dad loves you so much, as long as he hears your heart, he will definitely find a way to satisfy your."

Boob sat up "teng", his eyes gleaming: "Really?"

Songran smiled: "Really."

Bubu tilted his head and pondered for a moment: "Then...I want my father to accompany me more after get off work."

"it is good."

"Also take a ride with Dad!"

"it is good."

"Before going to bed...Listen to my father telling stories before going to bed!"

"it is good."

"I want to raise a cat!"

The more he talked, the more agitated he became. Songran couldn't help but squeezed his nose: "Are you not afraid of Budoudou being jealous? So, I will lend you Budoudou for fun. You don't have a new cat, okay?"

Bobo pretended to be entangled for a while, pursed his mouth, and deliberately showed a reluctant expression, and said: "Okay, okay, that's all!"

The two looked at each other for a second, and laughed at the same time, falling into a ball on the bed.

He Zhiyuan looked at the vivid projections on the white wall, feeling full of gratitude to his partner Carl Kraus-a few months ago, Carl rejected his proposal and insisted on retaining the panoramic monitoring function of Xiao Q.

The panoramic monitoring was originally designed for outdoor series T7 and S7. At the R&D meeting of the home version of Q7, for data security and privacy protection considerations, He Zhiyuan was rigorous and insisted on removing the panoramic monitoring and retaining only the front wide-angle camera. . He believes that this is enough for Q7 user needs.

But Carl objected.

They led their respective teams to fight for two hours, and finally Carl won.

At that time, he said with feelings: California is a snow-free land. If one year unfortunately I am going to spend Christmas here, Q7 will at least let me see the heavy snow and fireplace in Chicago, as well as sitting on the flannel sofa. Teapot knitting grandma.

"Alwaysbewithyourfamily.Inmemory,orinSwordArcQ7."

He said this sentence like an advertisement.

Today, a few months later, He Zhiyuan stood here, watching his child and the smiling young man at close range, and finally truly understood what Carl insisted on at the time.