Pastel Colours - Chapter 6

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In the evening, Songran was riding an old bicycle to pick up cloth from school.

Bubu didn’t wait for his parents yesterday, so he oiled the soles of his feet, and the little monkey slipped away from under his teacher’s nose. Today, there was an elder brother picking him up. He stood at the front door openly, saw Song and quickly put a small red flower on his cheek. Songran asked what was going on, and Bubu proudly said that he told other children the story of chipmunk and gray squirrel, which was well received. Every little girl in the class gave him a sticker.

Songran was surprised at his excellent memory and expressive ability, and then he thought about it, Dad He could even make out the perverted stuff like Xiao Q, definitely not my race. As the saying goes, the tiger father has no dogs, and Bobu has inherited his genes and must be a little smarter than other children.

Boob tasted the sweetness, and after supper he entangled Songran to tell stories, hoping to earn tomorrow’s little red flowers.

Songran picked him a copy of “Giraffes Can’t Dance” this time, and the one big and the small one nestled comfortably on the sofa, eloquently and eloquently.

This story is very simple. It is about a little giraffe who likes to dance, but because its four long legs are different from other animals, it always likes to stumble and make a lot of mischief. Later, it found the natural pleasure that suits it, and finally became a dancing giraffe.

After listening to the story, Bubu jumped to the center of the living room and stood on his toes, craned his neck, and imitated a tall giraffe, learning to tap dance. Budoudou was robbed of the site, and stood up proudly with disgust, jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, and stretched out a soft lazy waist.

“Meow!”

It protested to Songran.

Songran hurriedly closed the picture book, scratched its fluffy cheeks, and said kindly: “You are both surnamed Bu, both of you are ancestors. I am a slave with two sides and it is difficult to be a human being. If you don’t understand me, try Try to live in harmony?”

Bu Dudou expressed his opinion with tiger teeth and bit him.

“It’s too much!” Song Ran blew her fingers and said angrily, “Today’s supper canned food is cancelled.”

“Meow!”

Budoudoudou and beard stared.

Songran was instantly discouraged: “Well, there are cans and cans.”

How about getting retribution if you step on two boats? Songran has two jobs, a cat slave for a while, a child slave for a while, and his status in the family is almost as low as the dust.

At 8:50 in the evening, Bobo was sitting at the dining table with a small canvas around his neck and a small sleeve on his arm. He carefully used colored lead to paint on white paper.

Songran drew him a group of simple pencil animals, including chipmunks and gray squirrels, giraffes and small crickets, as well as leaves, mushrooms and big tree stumps, which kept him busy, and Songran held a kitchen knife in his own hand. Chop the wonton stuffing hotly in the kitchen.

Klang Klang, Klang Klang!

Chop the drums, chop the rhythm.

When he first chopped the meat, Bubu stood by with his little hand on his back and looked around. This child is so lacking in love, and finally met someone who patiently accompanies him. If he gets a treasure, he will not leave Songran for a minute.

It is not a problem for children to be too clingy. The problem is that chopping meat with a kitchen knife is too cruel, and the 360-degree blind angle is not suitable for children to watch.

Songran thought about it, took five minutes to draw a stick figure animal, and offered 48 colors of lead, which successfully attracted Bobu’s attention, allowing him to entertain himself within his sight, and to be in peace with each other.

What a good child, four years old, but his sense of security is so bad. To be honest, Dad He’s talent in raising children can be laughed at for a year-he couldn’t raise a dog like this.

Songran holding a stainless steel kitchen knife, remembering the attractive voice, deep thoughts, and love to dig pits on the ground, the titillating man with hatred, the anger value turns green to red, red to purple, an instant explosion again, and the knife face pushes up. Minced meat is just like a burst of anger-swinging knives.

Bubu was frightened by the murderous air, stretched out his little hand and patted his fragile heart.

Click.

The minute hand of the clock skips one division and points straight up: nine o’clock.

“Pika Pika-Pikachu! Pika Pika-Pikachu! Pika Pika-Pikachu!”

In the living room, Pikachu’s telephone ring was suddenly exploded, the magic sound rang through his ears, and he almost chopped off a finger. Bubu pushed aside the pen and paper, jumped off the chair, rushed over and answered the phone: “Pull!”

As a courtesy, Songran put away his anger and changed to a slow knife to chop meat, which greatly reduced the efficiency by 90%. Halfway through the chop, Bubu ran over from the living room and happily shouted, “Brother is at home, do you want to talk to him?”

Again? !

Thanks to Mr. He, but I don’t want to talk to you!

Songran patted the kitchen knife with his backhand, strode out of the kitchen, stretched out the index finger of his right hand to stand in front of his lips, and whispered to Bubu, “Hush.”

Boob braked in time and stared at him curiously.

Songran stretched out his left index finger again, and both index fingers pointed at the bathroom at the same time, poking hard a few times, then the **** interlaced, making a sign of rejection.

Boob knows his heart and conveys accurately to the opposite side: “Brother said, he’s pulling the smelly and he doesn’t want to talk to you!”

…

Songran is petrified.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: instead of admitting that he went to the bathroom without closing the door, it would be better to admit that he was openly lying without shame.

“Forget it.” He held his forehead weakly and reached out his hand. “Call me.”

Bubu said: “Okay, goodbye, goodbye!”

No way, so easy to escape?

Songran was exasperated when he saw the child press the on-hook button and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Brother, Baba said that he can’t bother you to pull the stinky, it will be constipated.” Bubu smiled and squinted, and offered him his phone, “He asked you to call him after the stinky was done.”

Klang Klang, Klang Klang!

Kitchen knives were flying in the kitchen, and minced meat splashed on the cutting board.

In anger, Songran finished the amount of meat that would have been chopped for five minutes in one minute. Then, he washed chopped green onion, cut tofu, poured cooking wine, added soy sauce, and sprinkled cornstarch in one go. The chopsticks in his hand stirred rapidly, and finally rushed to human beings to solve a physiological problem. After the minced meat is processed in the normal time required, a stack of wonton wrappers is turned out from the refrigerator.

When all the materials were ready, he grabbed the phone and held it firmly in his hand.

What are you afraid of?

A person with an image needs to consider his image. He has no image in front of Dad He. As the saying goes, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and people are shameless and invincible. In the next ten days and a half, they will not cooperate or meet each other. After taking the children, they will shoot and leave. There are two anti-theft doors between them. What is there to be afraid of?

Come on, just come to tease.

Songran gave herself a set of buffs to strengthen the resistance of sultry men, pressed the big red love symbolizing parents in the center of the Jiugong grid, put the mobile phone on her shoulders, tilted her head, and started to pack small wontons quite sturdily.

Yesterday the experience bar has risen a lot, and today it will be 100% unbreakable.

Calm down.

The ringing tone rang several times, the call was connected, and He Zhiyuan’s voice came over: “Song Ran?”

Lazier than yesterday, and even gentler.

Oops, my ears are itchy.

Songran’s ears were reddened, and her shoulders shrank, trying not to show her timidity: “Yes, it’s me.”

“You…very fast.”

He Zhiyuan smiled meaningfully.

Songran’s face turned pale, and he thrust his chopsticks into the minced meat: “I’m not constipated!”

Will you still speak well? !

He Zhiyuan smiled again: “Okay, at least it means you are healthy…what are you doing?”

“I’m making small wontons.” Songran replied, “I made a pot of **** this morning. He liked it.”

He spoke very shortly every word, and there was no sticky sound between the words, as if the Google girl mode had been turned on, and he didn’t sound like he wanted to get along with He Zhiyuan.

He Zhiyuan was a little helpless-he didn’t do anything, what happened last night is so worthy of hate?

“Isn’t it troublesome to make your own wontons?” he asked, “I remember there are ready-made supermarkets.”

“Mr. He, please, that’s a big wonton, Bobo’s mouth is small and can’t be stuffed in. What he likes is a small wonton.” Songran picked up a chopstick with meat filling, knocked it to the side of the basin, and skillfully knocked down the small half. Tuan, “Besides, the wontons sold in the supermarket are not as delicious as my hand-wrapped? My wontons are full of love. I use the best pork, the best green onions, the best tofu, and the best craftsmanship, absolutely no umami flavor. It is healthy, delicious and full, which is very suitable for the taste of children.”

He Zhiyuan was amused by him: “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. You make the advertisement so loud, I’m hungry.”

Songran raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of wonton wrapper, and repeated the key points: “It’s very suitable for the taste of’children’.”

It’s not you, kid.

Hearing this, there was a noticeable pause, and the smiling tail disappeared.

“Uh……”

Songran stopped making wontons, feeling a little guilty-isn’t his tone a bit too aggressive?

Sure enough, after a while, he waited for He Zhiyuan to respond with a slightly embarrassing response: “That’s it, then you can give it to Bobo. I, an adult, won’t get mixed up.”

Songran hurriedly said: “Mr. He, I… I didn’t mean that.”

The opponent is a technical elite who is polite and knows how to support him. He specifically finds opportunities to praise him. He did it well, just venting his temper, took a brick photo of his forehead and took it back.

People can be poor, but they can’t be so rude. They must be poor to show their temperament and demeanor.

Songran stared at the exquisite and snow-white little wonton in his hand, and came up with a remedial statement: “Actually…I mean, today’s wonton filling is the’children’s taste’ that Bubu likes, not the’adult’s taste’. Mr. He , If you want to eat it, I will specially pack you “adult taste” wontons in the future.”

perfect!

It has shown both his hospitality and his thoughtfulness, and the small wonton, a food that cannot be prepared for dinner and can only be used for breakfast, is absolutely impossible to treat-who would invite someone for breakfast?

Songran was deeply impressed by her own wit, and she was in a good mood, and put the small wontons in her hands, and put them on the plate that had been spread evenly in advance.

He Zhiyuan smiled faintly on the other end: “Well, I will definitely taste your craft if I have a chance.”

Songran blew up his hair like a cactus. After Shun Pingmao, he was succulent and had a good attitude. He wrapped small wontons in his hand, and chatted with He Zhiyuan in a different way. In a short while, the wontons on the plate were two laps.

“…More than just, what are vegetables, my stewed meat is even better!” He was excited, boasting about his cooking skills, “I make braised meat with fat but not greasy, oily and bright, and steamed shrimps and clams with garlic. Stewed eggs, sand tea beef tenderloin, white sliced ​​chicken… As long as you can tell, I can basically make… recipes? Looking at recipes is so boring, I usually think about it myself!”

“Baiche chicken sauce? Is it difficult? To tell the truth, I can adjust the sauce… cakes? Let’s forget the cakes, **** eats a lot of cavities, and I don’t know how to make the oven. I’m always afraid that it’s broken…I’m not bragging. To be honest, the only skill tree left in the 18 cooking skills is Western food. I haven’t ordered it yet…”

Songran picked up a chopsticks and happily wrapped it in the dough.

“Oh, by the way, dad heh, what does Bubu like to eat?… Don’t you know? It’s not okay. How can a dad not know what the baby likes to eat. Let’s make it for you. Bubu’s small file, write down everything that should be written down, and you will find a new nanny in the future and just show her the small file…”

He Zhiyuan was full of interest: “You have experience with children?”

Songran said loudly, “Of course, there are a lot of brothers and sisters in my family, and each child has his own small file. Taking children is my old line of business, and it is more passive than yours, Huang Guihua. It’s much more reliable. If I apply for a babysitter, I’m sure to earn thousands more every month…”

He mentioned the topic of income, and He Zhiyuan remembered today’s business: “Song Ran, let’s discuss the salary for this half month.”

Songran was surprised: “Salary?”

Paying for helping with a child?

He Zhiyuan gave a generous quote: “I will open it for you at the market price, eight thousand in half a month, do you think it is okay?”

Boom!

Songran was stunned, and the chopsticks in his hand fell off-eight thousand? Be a nanny or grab the bank? !

He Zhiyuan said again: “Eight thousand is a labor cost, which does not cover the expenditure of consumable materials. You will keep separate accounts for the vegetable and milk money, and I will pay you separately later.”

“No…Isn’t it?” Songran had a dreamlike face, “I’ll just wrap a wonton, worth eight thousand labor?”

They were so stubbornly wrapped one by one, looking like they had rolled ten times on the ground, not decent at all.

He Zhiyuan asked, “How much do you charge?”

Songran’s math is very poor, and he gestured twice on the flow table, hesitating to report a number: “eight hundred?”

“No talk.” He Zhiyuan directly rejected it, “below the minimum wage.”

Songran protested: “I can only do odd jobs!”

“It’s also lower than the minimum hourly wage.”

He Zhiyuan did not leak water, and Songran was speechless.

The two started to wrestle with their mobile phones. The local tyrants couldn’t give it out if they had money. They were so poor that they didn’t dare to collect money. They were stuck for a long time, and finally they pulled out a new offer: twelve thousand.

Songran struggled feebly: “Mr. He, can you justify a little bit…”

“Thirteen thousand.”

Songran’s serious face: “I’m so angry!”

“Four thousand and four.”

Song Ran: “I…”

“One……”

“Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen, fourteen!”

Songran interrupted him and raised the small white flag high, waving it back and forth in tears.

In view of the high price offered by He Zhiyuan, Songran took people’s hands to be soft, and felt that they should provide some VIP services outside of their main business, such as sending a caring spring breeze to employers who are far away in a foreign country.

Let’s start with the first item-Xihan Wenwen.

Songran smiled and showed eight big white teeth: “He Dad, are you up? What time is it over there?”

He Zhiyuan yawned comfortably: “It’s more than six o’clock, I haven’t gotten up yet.”

He looked out the window, the sky was gloomy before dawn, but his voice was very refreshing, like a beam of light that came to the world beforehand, making him feel bright.

“……Oh.”

Song Ran nodded, thinking in his mind.

If he hasn’t gotten up yet, Dad He should be **** now, talking to him on the phone with only a pair of underwear, right? Bobo is so cute, and Dad He is certainly not bad. A man in his thirties is beginning to show his maturity, and his vitality has not faded. The two temperaments are mixed together. It is the most attractive time. One point, that… that’s almost…

Nonsence!

Songran spit on yourself-you are all people with a family, and dare to show off your father, are you worthy of the Infiniti male god?

He dragged his out-of-control thoughts from his abdominal muscles and the mermaid line, found a topic embarrassingly, and tried to conceal his nasty heart: “Um…Papa He, I heard you have a little nasal sound. Did you catch a cold? ”

“It’s not enough to catch a cold.” He Zhiyuan said, “I forgot to close the canopy when I drove last night. I walked all the way back 80 times. The wind was blowing my face and I got a headache in the morning.”

Songran hurriedly said: “This is the early symptoms of a cold. If you don’t pay attention, it can easily become serious. Do you have **** and brown sugar?”

“Ginger and brown sugar?”

“Yes, you can make a cup of **** tea.” Songran said quickly. “First boil a pot of boiling water, cut four or five slices of old **** and throw it in, then turn to low heat and simmer for ten minutes, then add a spoonful of brown sugar. If there is no brown sugar Brown sugar is also fine. Remember to use old **** instead of ginger, **** does not work well…”

He Zhiyuan smiled and asked, “Is sugar all right? I only have sugar for making coffee.”

“Yes.” Songran nodded again and again, “the key is to have ginger!”

“No.”

Songran was stunned for a moment: “Uh…”

Ginger… Not even ginger? How to make **** soup?

He didn’t realize that He Zhiyuan was teasing him deliberately, and he raised his eyebrows and seriously thought about the solution. Later, it was really a clever woman who was unable to cook without rice. He defeated the battle and said in frustration: “Then…then you can sleep a little longer. , Sleeping can boost your immunity, it works, I won’t bother you to rest…”

He Zhiyuan was flustered for some reason, fearing that he would actually hang up the phone next second, and immediately changed his words: “It’s okay. I often forget to close the hood. I have become accustomed to blowing it. I can get over it in a hot shower later.”

He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, took up the nightgown lying aside and put it on, and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

“Songran, tell me what Bubu did in the past two days. I haven’t been with him for a long time.”

In the kitchen, the espresso machine ticked clearly again, and the digital clock of the microwave oven flickered regularly, showing the current time: 06:32. He Zhiyuan was leaning on the Liulitai as yesterday, listening to the young man who was warmer than Chaoyang telling him about Bubu.

Bubu told the children in the kindergarten the story of the chipmunk and got a stack of little red flower stickers.

Bubu was very interested in the graffiti on the roadside, and correctly identified rectangles and triangles.

Bubu had a good appetite. He had a bowl of beef donuts for dinner, and was not picky eaters, so he ate up carrots and broccoli.

When Bubu listened to the story, he was very attentive and rarely distracted. When asking questions, he would raise his little hand first and imitate the giraffe dancing vividly.

…

He Zhiyuan is in a good mood.

When he was away, Boob still had a very good life. Even if he was taken care of by strangers he had never met, he was as generous and well-behaved as before him, and he never caused trouble. It’s easy for anyone to raise, and anyone who looks at it likes it.

It is really fortunate to have such a sensible child.

But just when he thought so, Songran hesitated and said: “Hey father, besides these, I have a few other things to say. Don’t be upset after you hear them.”

He Zhiyuan turned the small silver spoon, his tone was as usual: “No, you can speak.”

Songran quietly glanced at Bobu from the corner of his light, and saw that he was concentrating on painting. He didn’t notice himself, so he whispered: “Hey father, Bobu… is actually not as good as you think. He was not as good as you thought. By my side, I always acted very clingy and loves to act like a baby, like an unweaned kitten, occasionally getting angry and tempered. He is really naughty, and I can’t bear it.”

“Really?” He Zhiyuan frowned, and his coffee stirring stopped. “He was not like this before, probably because you have a good temper and don’t know how to refuse. You give him the phone and I told him to say something… ”

“No, no, that’s not the meaning, don’t get me wrong!” Songran hurriedly corrected, “I mean, it is right for a child of his age to toss all day long. Tossing is their nature, like Bobu. Obediently, it’s a bit…not normal.”

He Zhiyuan didn’t understand: “It’s not normal? Be sensible earlier, what’s not normal?”

“Ok……”

Songran choked, then shook his head.

This dull and unconscious father doesn’t understand the child’s exquisite heart at all. What should I do? It seems that it is time for Brother Songran to go out and have a serious talk with him.

“Wait a minute, I will go to the room and talk to you.”

Songran rushed to clean his hands, wrapped the small wontons in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator, ran all the way into the bedroom, brought the door with his backhand, jumped onto the bed, kicked off the slippers with both feet.

He sat cross-legged, and habitually grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into his arms and gathered it together: “Mr. He, I tell you, the happier baby is, the later he will understand. Bobu is only four years old and his family background Youwo, there is no need to rush to grow up. He should be happy all day long, laughing and crying whenever he likes to laugh, and when he reaches the age, he will naturally become sensible.”

“I don’t deny your point of view.” He Zhiyuan said calmly, “but Bobu’s precocity is caused by nature, not because of what you said-unhappiness.”

Songran felt that this misunderstanding between father and son was a bit tricky, so he became anxious: “Hey father, if nature dictates, Bobu will not show another look in front of me. Let me give you an example, you know God Where is the best child underneath? In the orphanage. Children in the orphanage will not be coquettish and will not make trouble, because no matter whether they laugh, cry, fall, or get sick, no one will let them go. In their hearts, so slowly, they will stop being coquettish. They seem to be more obedient than ordinary children, but in their hearts, they actually want to be coquettish more than anyone else.”

The silver spoon fell into the porcelain cup and splashed out a few drops of dark brown coffee.

Orphanage.

Learned helplessness.

Songran eloquently said a lot, comparing his **** with the children in the orphanage. Even if it was in good faith, the accusation in the subtext that he neglected the child… is seriously beyond the boundary.

In the dialogue with Songran, He Zhiyuan showed a slightly sullen expression for the first time.

But Songran was unaware, and still whispering wishfully: “Last night, you let Bubu go home to sleep alone. He was very good and promised you face to face, but you didn’t know that he cried as soon as he walked to the door. I coaxed it back. Mr. He, you see, Bubu doesn’t really want to go home. He wants to stay with me, but in order to make a good impression on you, he can only say things against his will.”

“Song Ran, please don’t…”

“Mr. He, do you have a very beautiful robot in your house?” Songran said, “I’ve heard Bubu said that Xiao Q is your best work, and it can prevent theft and monitor. It is very powerful, but it is even more powerful. , There is no way to replace you. You are the child’s father. What Bobu needs most is not a nanny, nor a small Q, but you. It is not possible to use a small Q to charge up. I say that, you…can understand ?”

He Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly pinched the silver spoon and threw it into the sink.

He picked up the coffee and walked to the living room, turned on the hands-free mode of the phone, pressed the screen down on the surface of the coffee table, pushing his finger forward, the phone slid to the other side of the coffee table, and stopped dangerously on the edge.

He sat on the sofa, opened his laptop and started working.

“He… Mr. He? Are you still listening?”

Because the distance became farther, Song Ran’s voice was a little fuzzy.

He Zhiyuan: “Listening.”

Songran asked again: “Then do you understand?”

“probably.”

“How about it? If you want to be a qualified dad, you have to make it clear, for example…” Songran said, feeling that He Zhiyuan’s voice seemed to lighten. He thought it was a problem with the child’s mobile phone, so he slapped the volume plus twice, and still said cheerfully: “You have to read infant psychology, play parent-child games with Boob, tell him fairy tales, and kiss him every day. Kiss him and hug him. Children are different from adults. They are sensitive in their hearts. If they don’t spend more time with them, they will easily get hurt…”

He Zhiyuan interrupted him: “Song Ran, I don’t have so much time.”

This time, the impatience in his tone was too obvious, and it stung Song Ran. The brilliant smile froze on the corners of her lips, Songran froze, and asked uncertainly: “You just… said, what did you say?”

“I said, I don’t have time to learn how to be a good father, I have more important things to do.”

“What’s more important?” Songran sat up straight, and could hardly believe what he heard. “Bubu is your son, your family. Isn’t it… taking good care of him is not your most important thing? Thing?!”

“No.”

He Zhiyuan confessed bluntly, appearing extraordinarily ruthless because of inadvertently covering up.

He tapped the keyboard and responded to the email line by line. His eyes never left the screen, and his tone was indifferent: “I guess you don’t like to hear such an answer, but this is my true thoughts-Bubu is my son, but not The most important thing in my life. Odes, reproduction is a universal behavior and a biological instinct. The combination of any two opposite sexes can create the next generation. I don’t think such ordinary behavior has any special value. You think so, I have no objection. I am willing to respect your views, but I also hope you can understand me.”

Songran was stunned: “Mr. He, what are you talking about?”

“There is also a family.” He Zhiyuan said without changing his face. “There are hundreds of people’s life styles. Family is just one of them. It is broad but not unique. I think it is broad not because of itself. It is of high value, but because it is suitable as a cornerstone to assist one person in pursuing other higher goals.”

“No, right, Mr. He, there is a problem with your idea!”

Song Ran’s chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, and he was out of breath.

He instinctively resisted He Zhiyuan’s views, stretched out his hands in the air and tried to explain his own views: “Of course the family itself is valuable, otherwise, there won’t be so many people wanting to start a family! It… er. It is the most important foundation in a person’s life and a sense of belonging. Parents, children, and relatives are all sources of happiness. I think it must be more important than career…”

But what horrified Songran was that he couldn’t convince himself.

Perhaps Mr. He’s tone is too calm, and the rhythm of the statement is too stable. In contrast, there is only obvious panic and lack of meaning on his side. The belief that he depends on for survival was severely impacted at this moment, turning into a thin layer of cellophane, and also into an empty word that could only be repeated in his mouth but was unconvincing.

Song Ran was deeply afraid.

How can Mr. He think like this? Why would anyone think this way? Don’t people who have a family… don’t even realize the preciousness of home?

He hugged the pillow tightly, trying to draw a little strength from the warm down.

“Song Ran, I agree that you are a good neighbor, but in terms of family concepts, our life experiences are different and it is impossible to reach agreement. We should give each other some respect and seek common ground while reserving differences, can we?”

Mr. He floated into Song Ran’s ear with a little indifferent voice.

He is begging for peace.

But Songran shook his head resolutely: “No, don’t seek common ground while reserving differences, because…I’m right.”

He pursed his lips and stubbornly emphasized: “Children, partners and family are the most precious things of a person. Nothing can compare to it, nothing can be compared to…”

After about five seconds of silence, he heard Mr. He smile.

“Song Ran, I can probably guess what kind of person you are. You are good at cooking, like children, travel without charcoal, raise expensive cats, are single, live alone, don’t lack money, and often go to orphanages to volunteer-you Having most of the characteristics of a good-minded Lohas family, you should be well protected by your family from an early age. But you have to know that not everyone has your conditions. In the eyes of many people, family does not mean happiness and security. For example…Forget it, don’t mention the old things, and there is no need to dig your heart out among neighbors. In short, when family and career cannot have both, I will choose career.”

His last words completely ignited the fuse, and there was a bang in his head, his reason exploded into ashes, and his eyes were blurred: “Can’t have both? Can’t have both? Why are you out of cloth?! Did someone use a gun to force you to give birth? Family is not important, don’t give birth, reproduce so low, don’t shoot! Be a bachelor like me, and have a lot of time for you to pursue your career!”

He Zhiyuan’s face suddenly became cold, and he closed the flip of the notebook with a snap.

“I really didn’t volunteer to be a father.” He said solemnly, “I didn’t plan to have children before the age of thirty-five. Bubu was a pure accident.”

It’s okay for him not to explain. As soon as he explained, the nuclear bomb equivalent soared to the hydrogen bomb equivalent. Songran picked up the pillow and slammed it down. The bounce was two meters high: “An accident? What is an accident? You have **** and don’t know how to wear a condom. Or the cover can’t control your cock?”

“Song Ran!”

He Zhiyuan patted the coffee table heavily and warned him sharply.

Songran turned a deaf ear and continued to curse: “I don’t care how old you want to have a child. When Bobu is born, you will take the responsibility of your father! What about you? You can’t even find a mother for him! Four-year-old Child, throw it to the nanny belt for a while, and throw it to the robot belt for a while. This is what normal humans do? Do you think that using technology to control children can reflect the value of career? Bubu loves you so much, so sensible, I will take the phone now Give it to him, do you dare to tell him personally that he was accidental by your shot?!”

“Song Ran!” He Zhiyuan stood up abruptly, “Pay attention to your words!”

But Songran was irrational, and his eyes were full of tears: “Pay attention to your sister’s wording! Believe it or not, I still have a belly of swearing that I haven’t scolded! Just you, making more money is a scum!”

“Don’tjudgeme!”

He Zhiyuan was furious. He leaned forward holding the coffee table and grabbed his mobile phone and shouted: “Have no one taught you? The most basic courtesy of being a man is not to make subjective assumptions based on a little bit of one-sided news!”

Then hung up the phone directly.

When he heard the busy tone, Songran waved his arm vigorously, and the cartoon mobile phone flew through an arc in the air and rolled into the round sofa in the distance.

“Fuck you.”

He sat with his head down, his teeth biting his lower lip tightly, tears falling down: “Scum, stupid, **** you!”

Tap, tap, tap.

The door was knocked softly.

Songran casually grabbed a pillow towel and wiped his face, wiped away tears, jumped out of bed and opened the door. Bubu and Budoudou were standing side by side outside the door, looking up at him with their little faces.

“Brother, who were you arguing with just now?”

Boob is very worried.

Da Maotuanzi also rubbed over, arched his calf with his head, giving thoughtful comfort.

Songran sniffed: “It’s okay, brother is fine.”

“But, but my brother was clearly crying.” Bubu didn’t believe it. “My brother was on the phone with Baba just now? Didn’t Baba…”

How dare Songran let Bubu guess He Zhiyuan’s body, and hurriedly shook his head: “No, it has nothing to do with Bubu’s father. Your father is so good, why would you quarrel with your brother?”

“That’s right.” Bublian nodded, “Paba is so good, he won’t fight with brother.”

His eyes lit up, he turned his head and ran to the dining table, pulled off the painted paper, and quickly ran back, holding his hands in his hands and handing it to Songran: “Look, brother, I have finished drawing, and give it to you! Brother stop crying.”

Songran took the drawing paper and saw a tan chipmunk, a dusty gray squirrel, an orange giraffe, and a grass-green little cricket. The leaves are golden, the mushrooms are white and tender, and the low old tree stumps grow circles of annual rings.

Four-year-old little Boob gave him a heart-warming gift.

Songran knelt down, touched the child’s hair, smiled and said, “Boob, thank you.”

Thank you, good boy.

Don’t worry, even if things become like this, I will not give up lightly. Your brother Songran is very powerful, and he will definitely help you find the best dad in the world, let you take off your mask, and never have to wrong yourself to act as an “obedient boy”.

I will definitely not let you…become me back then.