Pastel Colours - Chapter 13

Day0507:19

The next day was Saturday, and Songran woke up in a bed of sunshine and saw a little white foot resting on her chest. His five toes moved from time to time, like a row of jumping piano keys.

Bo Bu was sleeping and unrestrained. He rotated ninety degrees in one night, and quickly fell from the bed. Songran picked up the child and sent it back to the bed. Bubu was still not awake, and slapped his mouth twice in his dream, turned around and hugged the duvet tightly, drooling and chewing.

I really want to give him a cute pacifier.

Songran thought with his cheek.

Lin Hui didn’t have time to go home last night. She temporarily slept in the next room. She yawned and came out in the morning. She found that the living room door was open, and the door of 8012A in a corridor was also open. It was transparent and the interior view was clearly visible. A loud and sharp cat cry came over, full of anger, and it was cursing no matter how you heard it.

“Song Ran, what is your cat doing?”

Lin Hui knocked on the door in the past.

Songran squatted on the ground, her right hand was bitten in her mouth, and her left hand was holding a can and trying to open it with her teeth. She frowned and said, “Didn’t he not come back last night? The ancestor was starving and exploded.”

Lin Hui opened the can for him and poured it into a small bowl.

Bu Doudou smelled the scent of chicken, and finally released Song Ran after serving his sentence. However, his anger was not removed. He licked and hummed, looking like an unrelenting arrogant.

Weekends are relaxed, and breakfast is more generous than usual: a dish of pan-fried small tofu, a dish of salted edamame, a dish of spiced beef, and the porridge in a small casserole is divided into three bowls. The center of each bowl is garnished with pork floss, preserved eggs and mustard greens. Bubu enjoys the VIP treatment, plus a glass of fresh milk.

Lin Hui helped arrange the dining table, and her eyes began to follow Song Ran around. He felt that he was also handsome in a plaid apron, and he was also handsome when he put the tableware on the dining table one by one, and it was more handsome to tie the cloth with a small canvas. The more you like it, the love bubbles fly all over the sky.

Her gaze was too hot, and Songran was stared embarrassedly, adding a spoonful of porridge to her: “Eat, don’t look.”

Lin Hui shook her head: “No!”

Songran held the casserole and spoon: “Am I good-looking?”

Lin Hui grinned and turned to ask Bubu, “Is Brother Songran good-looking?”

“good looking!”

Bubu answered loudly.

So it became two people staring at Song Ran together.

Songran was defeated in front of Lin Hui’s rude sultry technique, blushing in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to scratch his short hair, and awkwardly hid back to the kitchen.

After breakfast, Lin Hui bid farewell to school, and Songran took Bobu to the vegetable market to “experience life”.

“Experiencing life” is a routine parent-child activity in kindergartens. Mom and Dad will complete a small life theme with their babies every weekend, such as baking cookies and sharing them with other children on Mondays, or planting wheatgrass to watch it grow from seeds to green sprouts The process of seedling, painting, painting and making a record book.

He Zhiyuan is busy with work, and has always delegated this “small fight” activity to the nanny. The nanny never takes it seriously, only Songran thinks it is very important.

At least, this is a “big event” for the child.

This week, Bubu’s small task is to “find a round vegetable”. He carried an environmental protection bag in his hand and carried a hundred yuan in his pocket. He probed his head and followed Songran into the vegetable market. There are so many people in the vegetable market, and Bobu has never been here before, so he is a bit cautious. Songran demonstrated the process of picking vegetables and paying the bill several times, and Boob learned quickly, and started to jump around the stalls like a rabbit.

Songran took out his cell phone and chased Bobu to take pictures.

“Purple sweet potato, three yuan six!”

Bubu held a purple sweet potato in each hand and held it above his head, posing as a Mickey Mouse.

Click, and press the shutter.

“Zucchini, two and eight!”

Bubu held a few zucchini in front of his chest in a passionate bouquet.

Click, Song Ran pressed the shutter again.

“Pumpkin, five dollars and four!”

Bubu carried the pumpkin on his shoulders, clenched his fists and raised his head, pretending to be a strong man.

Click, Songran pressed the shutter for the third time.

The two bought a half-bag of “round vegetables”, and finally wandered to a radish stall, where carrots, white radishes, and purple radishes were all available. Bubu picked the radish on tiptoe, felt that this one was round and the other round, hesitated with his cheeks bulging. Songran happily accompany him to pick it up at first, but then felt the pressure above his head getting more and more crippled. When he looked up, he immediately “cocked” in his heart against a pair of thin and old eyes.

Isn’t this the mother-in-law who thought he had a child out of wedlock? !

Although the mother-in-law is old, her eyes are sharp. She looked at Songran, then at Bobo, perfectly deepening this misunderstanding, stood up tremblingly, and asked, “My kid, how old is Nong this year?”

Bubu is full of energy: “Hello mother-in-law, I am four years old!”

The mother-in-law probably didn’t expect a child from a single-parent family to be so cheerful, her expression was obviously taken aback. She stared at Bobu’s little face for a while, her eyes were slightly red, and she seemed to think of some memories of the past, so she pulled a plastic bag and picked out a few round and fat white radishes to put them in. He said: “The mother-in-law helped Nong pick the carrots, cut and collect the bills, and gave them for free.”

Although radish is not worth a few dollars, it is a business that the mother-in-law depends on for a living. Songran didn’t want to take advantage of others by misunderstanding, so he hurriedly stopped her and was slapped away.

The mother-in-law stared at him with a fierce face and a kind tone: “Nong raised his son alone, so he must have suffered a lot of cutting? Raising Karma is brilliant. I will come out to help you buy vegetables at a young age. Cutting is easy, cutting is easy. Promising.”

He tightened the plastic bag and handed it to Bobu.

Bubu held the white radish and asked strangely: “Mother-in-law, why don’t you collect money?”

The mother-in-law smiled and said: “Look at Nong, happy.”

Bubu accepted this reason, and said very obediently: “The teacher asked everyone to find round vegetables. Mother-in-law’s radishes happen to be round. Thank you, mother-in-law! I like you too!”

The mother-in-law was moved to tears by his words, she grabbed Song Ran’s hand, pointed to the pork stall opposite, and said, “The kids are growing up, and the nutrition should keep up. Master Ge’s ribs are very fresh. Go buy them. A few pieces, go home and cook a radish soup, know how to cut it?”

Bubu tugged at the corner of Songran’s clothes, looking forward to it, “Carrot soup!”

Songran thanked her mother-in-law, put the radish into the eco-bag, squatted down, and said with a smile, “Okay, brother will cook radish soup for you.”

Son’s Love Pork Ribs Carrot Soup, sliced ​​ginger, sliced ​​green onions, two caps of cooking wine, simmered on high fire for three hours, simmered into a pulpy white soup, the radish pieces are floating and sinking, the texture is soft and waxy, the color is transparent, sprinkle and slice The smashed shallots and the attractive fragrance filled the whole living room.

Boob was so greedy that he didn’t even tease the cat, and took the initiative to tie a small canvas to himself, jump on the dining chair, and sit upright waiting for feeding.

After a meal, it was a leisurely nap, and Songran put his arms around Bobo and told him a freshly edited turnip adventure. I could sleep after talking about it, but Bubu just drank the radish soup. He especially cared about when the radishes entered the pot. He kept asking “Is the pot coming out?” and “Is it going to meet the pot?” Songran’s radish finally escaped from birth, but the fate was ruthless, after several twists and turns, it ended in a soup pot sadly. It took him two hours to compose the whole story and he almost cried.

When He Zhiyuan called in the evening, Bubu was sitting on Songran’s lap, holding a large flat-tip pen to paint.

This time it’s not color lead, but real watercolor.

He held the phone in his left hand, and his right hand was gently held by Song Ran, dipped in paint, added water, adjusted the intensity, and then carefully applied it stroke by stroke.

On the paper is a chubby white radish, half buried in the soil, half exposed, and a gray rabbit with long ears squatting next to it, pulling the leaves of the radish out.

“Paba, I’m painting carrots!” Bubu said sweetly, “When the painting is finished, I will show it to other children and tell them the story of carrots.”

He Zhiyuan said happily: “What’s the story of turnip?”

Bubu slid and said, “Of course the radish has a story! It was originally a small seed, buried in the soil, it grows and grows, and one day it grows up and is pulled out by the rabbit. The rabbit can’t eat such a big carrot. , Give it to mother-in-law, mother-in-law gave it to me again, my brother made soup again, and finally I drank it all!”

His tone was brisk and cute. He Zhiyuan laughed and asked him: “Baby learned to paint carrots?”

Bubu shook his head shyly: “Not yet.”

“So… Brother Songran painted it?”

“Yes.” Bubu nodded. “The radish and the rabbit are both painted by my brother. I just need to paint the color. Pull it, let me tell you, the color is fun. Dip it in the paint and stir in the grid. , And add water, and then, brush here and there…Oh!”

He was too excited when he spoke, and he couldn’t control his hand strength, and a brush of rose red was applied to the outside of the turnip.

Bubu stared at the dazzling red line blankly, feeling guilty, raised his head, and looked at Song Ran from the bottom up with **** eyes: “Brother, I didn’t care to draw it… I’m sorry.”

There was a hint of water in his eyes, and his voice was low.

Songran hurriedly comforted him: “It’s okay. My brother often draws outside, so let’s change it.”

He picked up a small pen and drew a few sketches, and drew another radish next to the original radish, which happened to be the wrong rose circle in the middle.

“Look, is it changed?”

“Wow!” Bubu glared at the newly grown radish, exclaimed, “Brother is amazing!”

Songran smiled and continued to paint with his little hand. Bobu was busy in his hands and idled in his mouth. He began to broadcast the whole painting process to He Zhiyuan. Later he painted carrot leaves, the green ones are so beautiful, and later he painted rabbit eyes. , The red one is so beautiful.

Just like this, He Zhiyuan accompanies Bobo to finish the first watercolor of his life through the phone.

To be honest, when the child is excited, it is inevitable to be noisy. He Zhiyuan couldn’t bear it before. He always hoped that he could be quieter, but now he thinks Bubu is very cute.

The child is sensitive to color and shape, and he likes to talk in small pieces and laughs cheerfully. Occasionally, there will be small mistakes, and when you make a mistake, you will be nervous, and eagerly ask Songran for help, and when the matter is resolved, you will be back to that lively baby who loves to toss happily.

It’s not cute and quiet, but it’s really cute.

I really want to hug him and kiss him, pierce him with his short beard that has not been shaved, and let him unleash his nature in his arms, acting like a coquettish, and laughing like this.

He Zhiyuan found that when he was talking on the phone with Bubu, Songran usually didn’t interrupt, and only briefly answered a few sentences when Bubu asked, as if he was afraid to disturb the rare interaction between their father and son.

Although there are not many words, every sentence is truly considerate and patient. He Zhiyuan even suspects that Songran’s tolerance for children is inherent and has no bottom line. Once Bobo drilled the horns of the horns and insisted on painting the rabbits in color, Songran explained to him several times in a gentle voice, saying that there are no colored rabbits in the world. Bobo is stubborn and reluctant to live or die. He Zhiyuan thought that Songran should always be angry, but Songran just smiled and said that we would match a set of the best colors and draw the best colored rabbit.

In front of the children, Songran has always been gentle and calm, but in front of He Zhiyuan, Songran has been unable to get rid of the small tension in his heart, stammers, and always loves to fight with his teeth.

He Zhiyuan doesn’t know which look he likes more, or say…

Actually they all like it.