Pastel Colours - Chapter 17

Day0618:22

Songran released the big burden of sexuality and was able to be **** in front of Mr. He. He was in a good mood, and the direct consequence was that he spoke more cheerfully.

He Zhiyuan liked to listen to him chatting, so he opened his legs and leaned on the sofa, chatting with him one after another, and observing the state of his underwear, hoping to calm his mind and reduce his lust, right as a test of practice.

Unfortunately, no effect.

Songran didn’t know that He Zhiyuan was in an “embarrassing situation”. While chatting, he wandered back to the kitchen to take care of his **** mother and old duck soup. He threw in a few goji berries and picked up the half of an apple that he hadn’t finished eating. “Kacha” bit it down: “Well, Mr. He, your straight guy was dragged by his roommate to pretend to be gay. He painted small colorful flags on his face, shouted slogans, raised slogans, pulled banners, etc. Will there be one? The feeling of opening the door to the new world?”

He Zhiyuan agreed: “There is indeed one point.”

Songran asked: “Then you are not afraid of being misunderstood by others?”

“Why should you be afraid? Homosexuality is not a bad thing.” He Zhiyuan smiled, “Song Ran, you may have a misunderstanding of me, I am not as straight as you think.”

Snapped.

The phone slid from Songran’s fingers and almost took a bath with the old duck in the pot.

Songran was embarrassed. He fumbled with both hands on the liu desk and rescued the spinning mobile phone. He Zhiyuan said: “I tend to agree with a theory: Sexuality is either black or white. 100%. Straight or curved are a minority in the crowd, and most people’s sexual orientation is somewhere in between, and their proportions are different.”

“Uh…then, what’s your… percentage?”

Song Ran’s tongue was knotted.

He Zhiyuan replied calmly: “When I was seventeen or eighteen, I was very confident about my sexuality and felt that there was no possibility of being gay. Then, about ten years ago, I did a Klein scale in the student club. The result surprised me a little: Heterosexuality dominates, and occasionally same-sex relationships can be accepted. At this time last year, I did a more accurate sexual orientation test at the doctor, and the results were similar: I did not completely reject same-sex relationships. . So, to be precise, I am not a pure straight man.”

Songran held the soup spoon in his left hand and the mobile phone in his right hand, with a dazed expression, obviously not reacting.

This, what is this situation?

Mr. He came from behind and “come out” to him openly? But why did Mr. He take the initiative to explain this? Both sides show sexuality at the same time, and the suggestion is too serious.

Songran was full of random thoughts. For a while, he felt that Mr. He had “ulterior motives” and coveted his little daisy, and for a while, he felt shameless, and was so narcissistic that he could add psychic drama to Mr. He. He didn’t know how to react at this time, so he wanted to cover it up, forcibly changed the subject, discussed today’s dinner with He Zhiyuan, and finally called Bobu to get up because the food was almost out of the pot, and hung up the phone in a hurry. .

He Zhiyuan couldn’t help but smile when he heard the busy tone in his ear.

Songran, why are you panicking?

Even I heard something was wrong.

We are right neighbors, and there are still many opportunities to meet in the future. When I really have the idea to attack you, it will not be too late for you to panic.

After dinner that day, Bubu lay next to Songran again and asked him to tell a story.

Songran picked out a book from the pile of books, but Bubu pushed the pages of the book with his chin, and coquettishly handed the new toy in his arms: “Brother, I don’t know the story of this rabbit yet. Let me tell you about it today. Right.”

Song Ran stared at the rabbit, a little worried.

Although he has read many fairy tales and provided illustrations for them, he is not very good at making stories. But Bubu has a unique belief. He believes that every toy he gets is alive, with parents, brothers and sisters, and a splendid past. Only by knowing the stories of the toys can they become real with them. Good friends.

Songran wanted to protect Bubu’s innocence, so whenever he encountered such a situation, he would rack his brains to make up a story, even if it was not long, only seven or eight sentences.

This time he thought for a while and said, “I made a phone call with your dad just now, and your dad just told me the story of this little rabbit. I’ll tell it to you, OK?”

“Huh?” Bubu’s eyes lit up and he grabbed the key point, “You secretly call Dad!”

“What is secretly, we are open and upright!” Songran raised an eyebrow and frightened Bubu. “You have been crazy for a day, and you are running around and getting wet. Shouldn’t I report to Dad?”

Bubu became unhappy, pursed his mouth and protested: “Brother, the complaint is wrong.”

Songran laughed: “I lied to you, how could I sue you? I praised you a full 100 sentences. Dad was very happy and said he wanted to tell a story to praise you. It’s a pity that you were sleeping at that time, and now, you Wake up, he is asleep, so I will tell you.”

Bubu widened his eyes in surprise: “Dad also tells stories?”

Songran nodded: “Yes. Your father is so powerful, and there is nothing he can’t do. This time, he told a…well, a story about “Straight Ear Bunny and Down Ear Bunny”.”

Bubu quickly got up and offered the gray fluffy rabbit doll with both hands: “Hey, the protagonist is here, brother, let me talk, I’m listening.”

So Songran pinched two soft bunny ears and told Bubu a story.

This story takes place in a large forest.

A group of little rabbits live in the forest. They have round eyes like rubies, short tails like snowballs, and a pair of long, straight, upturned ears. The most important thing is that each of them looks exactly the same, like a series of stamps on paper with the same seal, no one can tell the difference. Therefore, rabbits usually like to play a game-imitating each other’s actions face to face, like looking in a mirror.

However, there is a little rabbit who cannot play this game because it looks different from everyone.

Its ears are bent from birth, hanging on the sides of its head, unable to stand up. Other rabbits laughed at him, saying that he had bad ears, but he also felt that he had bad ears.

Good ears should be erected, because the fact is there-except for it, every rabbit’s ears in the forest are erected.

So from a certain day, the little lop-eared rabbit is determined to change himself.

On the first day, it found two ropes, tied the tips of its ears, and hung itself on the branch, dangling, looking like a swing. It thought: After pulling it all day, the ears should always be straightened, right?

The whole day passed, the little lop-eared rabbit untied the rope and shook his head excitedly, only to find that his ears were still drooping. It ran to the rabbit witch, and the rabbit witch told it, silly boy, the ears are supported by cartilage. How can the rope be straightened?

So the next day, the little lop-eared rabbit found two wooden sticks and tied his ears to them. This time, it finally turned into a straight-eared bunny, happily spinning around in circles. However, the small wooden stick is easy to loosen. As long as you walk a little faster or bounce a few times, it will fall to the ground, and your newly straightened ears will also collapse.

As a rabbit, how can he not run or jump?

Our little lop-eared rabbit usually likes running and jumping.

On the third day, the frustrated little lop-eared rabbit had no choice but to buy a pair of straight-eared headbands, rubbed his lop-eared ears into two small balls, and tried to stuff them into the headband. He shed tears in pain, but he thought it was worth it, because now, he finally became a gregarious straight-eared rabbit.

It squeezed into a pile of rabbits and wanted to play a mirror game with everyone. But the sharp-eyed rabbits immediately spotted the flaw, called it a liar, and drove it out of the group of rabbits.

The little lop-eared rabbit is so sad. It walks alone in the forest, despising its ears, as well as its eyes, tail and paws.

It doesn’t like itself anymore.

Finally one day, the cold and hungry little lop-eared rabbit met another group of rabbits.

This group of rabbits is strange, they don’t look alike at all. Some eyes are red, some are black and shiny, some are white and fluffy, some are dingy, some are big like tree stumps, and some are smaller like mushrooms. Of course, their ears are different, some stand up high, some bend low, like two small brooms mopping the floor.

The little lop-eared rabbit rushed over to say hello, and the group of rabbits happily accepted it.

Here, no one thinks that dropping ears is a strange thing, because more or less, everyone is different. They never play the game of looking in the mirror, because it is too stupid. They play digging holes, planting vegetables, and racing. This is the common game of rabbits.

Here, the little lop-eared rabbit felt a lot of kindness.

The black-eyed rabbit gave it a precious piece of carrot cake, the big rabbit gave it a large vegetable leaf that could keep out the rain, and the gray fur rabbit gave it a soft haystack sofa—whether the eyes were red or fluffy The rabbits are all good friends who help each other.

The little lop-eared rabbit no longer feels inferior to his ears.

Now, it feels like a pretty, cute, and very likable bunny.

After listening to the story, Bubu quickly took the rabbit back into his arms, stroked its ears, comforted it and said, “It’s not sad, you are the best little rabbit, and I will always like you!”

Songran asked him, “Which group of rabbits does Bubu like? The first group or the second group?”

Bubu answered very simply: “The second group!”

Songran asked why, Bubu tilted his head and said, “It’s just as boring as it is. Everyone has red eyes, white fur, and erect ears. I can’t buy this one.”

He replied: “Where is my brother, which group does my brother like?”

Songran smiled and said, “I like the second group too, because I am the rabbit with hanging ears.”

“A liar, you are not!” Bubu got up with a grunt and cleverly reached out to touch Songran’s ear, “Hey, your ears are here, they are not drooping at all.”

Songran grabbed Bubu’s little hand and carried him and the rabbit doll into his arms.

A four-year-old baby weighs more than 30 catties, heavy, and makes people feel warm and at ease.

Songran said: “Although my brother didn’t drop his ears, there is a place where my brother is different from most people. He used to have an unhappy life. He always felt that he was not good anywhere, and no one liked him. I called today. At that time, I talked with your dad. I thought he would hate me, but he was very open-minded and didn’t say a single word, but kept comforting me.”

“Like the second group of rabbits?”

Bubu looked up at him.

Songran nodded: “Yeah.”

Bubu’s heart was full of pride. He beat his little chest and said confidently: “Of course, he is my father. If I like you so much, he will like you too. Brother, Don’t worry, Dad and I are the second group of rabbits. You are so good, and we will always be with you.”

The child’s eyes are as bright as morning stars and as deep as the night sky, as if saying forever, it can really become forever.

There were tears in Songran’s eyes, but after all he tried to hold it back, and said with a smile: “Okay, we want to be together forever.”