Pastel Colours

Day0121:26

If the baby wants to stay away, he must prepare a change of clothes.

Yazi Bubuza rushed into the house to clean up. Songran turned on the headlights for him. She wanted to go in and help. Then she thought that the adult was not there and it was always inappropriate to trespass into other people’s homes. Rabbits scurried between the bedroom and the bathroom.

Every time he passed by the living room, Boob would subconsciously turn his head to look at the door, and seriously warned: "Brother don't slip!"

Songran guarantees: "Never slip away."

The child's movements were a bit awkward and slow, and Songran took the opportunity to look at the neighbor's living room.

As he guessed, the 8012B's home interior and door carpet style are highly unified, which is a typical minimalism. The main color is black and white, and there are clean straight lines everywhere. Even the decorative paintings use Mondrian's abstract color blocks. If 8012A is a children's dream amusement park, then 8012B is an adult office building. Show signs of your child’s life.

Because it is too concise, Songran thought at first glance that the furniture was all bargains from IKEA. After a careful look at it, I found that the overall match was quite design and should be valuable.

Then he was speechless about his thoughts.

How could it be cheap?

Last week, he rode his bike through Fuxing West Road. Without restraining his curiosity, he quickly scanned the price tag posted by the real estate agent, and he broke the brake. The price of a square meter in Bishuiwan is as high as 150,000, and it is all large-scale units. Only seven zeros can be signed to exchange for a house.

Seven zeros!

Songran once dreamed of reaching five zeros, and his brain issued a sharp red alert, indicating that he was seriously overdrawn.

The class gap is indeed a gap that cannot be crossed.

Songran silently complained in her heart.

"Brother! Catch it!"

Bubu rushed to the door happily, brought a lot of fragrant bottles and cans, stuffed them with Songran like trash, turned around and ran back to the room. Songran stared at the bottles and cans, and found with frustration that the trademarks on them were neither Chinese nor English, and he did not recognize a word.

What happened just now that actually gave him the illusion that "Bobo is so pitiful"? He deserves more sympathy than Bobo, right?

The young man Ranran's mind was hit hard, his blood bar quickly bottomed out, and he needed gold sore medicine.

Beep.

A slight electronic alert sounded in the living room. He followed the direction of the sound and his eyes were attracted by an avant-garde electrical appliance.

This should be... an electrical appliance, right?

It looks like a large cocoon cut off by the waist. It is pure white, with a circular base, a smooth surface, and a height of about 80 cm. Before, it had been facing Songran with its back, and the colors blended perfectly with the wall. At this moment, it rotated smoothly by 180 degrees, revealing a row of shiny ice blue indicator lights on the front.

A line of italic blue logo printed under the indicator light: SwordArcQ7.

What is this?

Before Song Ran understood the situation, the large cocoon began to slowly move towards him. The original icy blue indicator light had been extinguished and switched to a bright red symbolizing danger.

At this moment, a little Boob came out halfway.

The sturdy little Boob hugged a large pile of clothes and pants with his short arms, swayed towards the door, and shouted: "Brother! I'm going to drop it, I'm going to drop it!"

The clothes piled up into a hill, blocking Bubu's view.

He couldn't see the road at all, his sleeves and trouser legs dragged on the floor for a long time, and finally he slammed into Song Ran's arms with his clothes.

"Alright!" Bubu got up, took off the floral socks on top of his head, and said excitedly, "Let's go to sleep!"

Beep.

There was another electronic tone.

Songran saw that the white silkworm cocoon stopped moving, the indicator light returned to ice blue, turned 180 degrees, and returned to the corner again to enter the standby state.

He was even more confused.

"let's go!"

Bubu couldn't wait, and while urging Songran, he pushed him to the opposite door, as if he would be locked in a dark room if he took a step late.

The sound of water in the bathroom of Songran's house was repeated, and the young and old sat in the bathtub naked and piled bubbles.

According to Bubu's instructions, Songran correctly distinguished baby shampoo, baby conditioner, baby shower gel, and baby lotion. Grasp the ankle of Bobu and rub each toe clean. In return, Bubu used his two small hands to help Songran rub out a white hair that could cosplay Sakata Gintoki.

Bubu had never played a bathing game before, and it was quite crazy to play now, holding the bathroom full of water and splashing around in a mess in the palace. Songran couldn’t stand it. He turned into the Buddha of Tathagata, pressed the stubborn monkey under Wuzhi Mountain, shook the water, wiped it dry, wrapped it in a small bathrobe, pressed it on the chair to dry his hair, and hugged it. bedroom.

The kid was too excited to sleep, rolled around on the big bed naked, rolling himself into a **** sushi.

Songran let him roll around, and sat on the bedside to wipe his hair.

Wiping, he thought of the weird white silkworm cocoon, and asked casually, Bubu sat up with a carp, "You mean little Q?"

Song Ran: "Guide dog?"

"It's not that little Q! It's... oh oh oh!"

Bobo Sushi was wrapped too tightly and was photographed back to the bed as soon as he sat up. Songran hadn't smiled yet, Bubu smiled himself first, and it took a long time before he crawled out of the sushi. He hugged the quilt and said proudly: "Little Q is a robot sent by my father to protect me."

"Machine... Robot?"

The answer is too sci-fi, Songran is hard to believe.

"Yeah, it's a robot. It's the work of Dad and Uncle Kraus. It's older than me." Bubu nodded vigorously, and introduced him like a few treasures, "Little Q is already the seventh generation, there are three in total. A model: a big small Q, a small small Q, and a small Q. Because I am very small, the small Q is enough to protect me, so my father gave me a small Q Q."

Song Ran heard a question mark.

What's big, small, not big or small... It doesn't make sense. He lived for 23 years, and he couldn't even understand what a four-year-old kid said.

Songran confirmed again: "Really a robot?"

"Really!" Bubu nodded and nodded so that his chin was almost poked to his chest. "When Dad is not at home, he will change to Xiao Q to protect me. I have a fever and a cough. Dad can know. Dad's job is to Xiao Q has become more powerful, knowing who is a good person and who is a bad person, so that if a stranger breaks into the house, Xiao Q can kill him!"

Do...kill?

Songran remembered the scene of the big silkworm cocoon approaching him with a dangerous red light just now, and couldn't help but stand upright: "How to kill it?"

"This...I haven't seen this." Bubu put his hands on his face, "I'll be in a coma for a few hours anyway."

Suddenly surprised, the towel in his hand fell off.

Just because of the phrase "I will be in a coma for a few hours", Song Ran had a nightmare of a sci-fi nightmare.

First, they were besieged by hundreds of large cocoons with bright red lights, and they rushed out for several kilometers. When they turned around, they found that the large cocoons had become the great white in "Big Hero 6", followed by Spiderman, Batman, and Iron Man. , Fantastic Four appeared in turn, and finally cut into cartoons inexplicably, Pokemon jumping around the world, wherever you go, you can hear Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu...

Songran woke up from his dream and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, but his ears still echoed the lingering Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu...

Wait, is this dream too realistic?

The next second he reacted suddenly, rolled over and got out of bed, and ran out of the bedroom before he had time to put on the slippers. He flipped out the children's mobile phone from Bobo's small schoolbag, pressed the call button, and slapped the electronic clock on the coffee table. 3 o'clock in the morning.

Cattle!

He collapsed weakly on the sofa: "Hello."

Mr. He, do you old man still remember the time difference between us?

Hearing his voice, the other party was not surprised at all, and smiled and asked, "Why, I can't bear to let Bubu sleep alone?"

"Yeah, who made me feel soft."

Songran choked back without emotion, and emphasized the word "I" in order to set off the heart of his father.

He Zhiyuan was not angry, just smiled.

The screen in front of him was showing home surveillance, and the bedroom was empty. Originally, he was a little worried. Now that he confirmed that the child was sleeping at the opposite door, he was relieved, clicked the mouse, turned off the night patrol function of SwordArc, and leaned back into the sofa: "Bobu recognizes the bed a bit, sleeping at your house. Is it incense?"

"That's the right question, Bubu slept very soundly! In the middle of the night-the ringing phone rang, I was woken up eight hundred times, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Songran was interrupted in sleep and had a bad temper. He closed his eyes and lay on the pillow. He was too lazy to conceal a thorn in his tone: "Mr. He, it's three in the morning in China, I'm almost sleepy, Bu Bu slept soundly, you have to find him if you have something to do, can you be a little bit patient, at least wait until tomorrow morning..."

At this point, he was suddenly stunned.

Yes, it's three o'clock in the morning, even if Dad He lacks the heart, there is no reason to pick this point to call Bubu, could it be...

Songran a little dumbfounded: "Do you know that Bubu didn't go home?"

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Song Ran was even more confused: "This...how did you know?"

"My house has surveillance cameras." He Zhiyuan explained with a smile, "just on the big cocoon you saw."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Songran showed an expression of "it is so" and nodded again and again. Then when he heard the second half, he was so scared that he rolled to the ground with the pillow.

How does the other party know such details?

He and the big cocoon stared at each other for ten seconds. He had no reason to notice!

At this time, He Zhiyuan was sitting in the office of SwordArc headquarters. At 12 noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the tropical flowers and plants outside the French windows were blooming brightly. When the cocoon was turned off for night patrol, the monitoring signal disappeared, and the monitor screen was switched back to a 9-second video.

The video was played from the beginning. First, a young man in a red and white plaid apron leaned at the door of 8012A, staring at the camera very suspiciously. Then the camera gradually zoomed in, and the young man seemed a little worried and took a step back. Suddenly Bobo appeared from the left side of the screen, rushing over with a pile of clothes in his arms, and the young man squatted down quickly, just as he was hit by the child.

In addition to the video, three new logs corresponding to it have been added to the database.

The first, red, non-registered suspicious object alert log, 21:17:36 on April 03.

The second, yellow, the danger level is lowered-predicting non-aggressiveness, 21:17:40 on April 03.

The third, green, security object update log, April 03, 21:17:45.

The update moment of the last log was the second that Bubu plunged into Songran's arms.

The video ends here.

From the initial suspicious object to the later safe object, SwordArc has implemented a total of twelve judgment standards, of which the three with the highest weights are: first, the behavior of the child (determined as active intimacy); second, the child’s emotions ( According to the infrared thermography, it is judged as a state of joy/happiness); third, the behavior of the observed object (the score is always lower than the danger threshold).

Songran didn't know it. In that short nine seconds, he not only obtained a new ID number and logged into the list of safe objects in Cocoon, but also collected a set of simple basic information.

Height: 177±1cm;

Hair color: black;

Appearance: Keep a screenshot of the face from the video, with high pixels, clear facial features, and a set of facial feature recognition data extracted from it.

Safety factor: 0.672.

His initial safety factor was not too high, and was temporarily judged by SwordArc as a "takeaway/courier", and his range of activities from triggering the defense mechanism was limited to one square meter at the door. In the future, whenever he appears in the vision of the cocoon, the data about him will be updated, and the initial safety factor will be reduced or improved accordingly.

When the safety factor is higher, he will be judged as a "property/general maintenance person", can enter the 8012B living room, kitchen, dining room and balcony, can perform more complex behaviors, and can have a longer stay.

The identities go up level by level, and the range of activities that are free from triggering defense, the types of permitted behaviors, and the maximum stay time will be gradually released.

Among all security identities, the one with the highest level is called "family member."

They are the core protection objects of SwordArc and also have full activity rights of 8012B. When a stranger appears at home and comes into contact with a "family member", their behavior and response will be the most weighted one among all the judgment criteria implemented by SwordArc to evaluate the safety factor.

8012B Current number of "family members": 2.

Songran got up in embarrassment and picked up the pillow and mobile phone from the floor in the dark. Before asking the other person how to open the perspective of God, He Zhiyuan first spoke: "What is the name?"

"Oh... Ooh, Ooh, of course."

He reflexes and reports to his family.

"Song Ran."

He Zhiyuan tapped the keyboard to quickly update the SwordArc database, took a sip of coffee, and commented: "It's a rare last name."

"Yes, the police station almost refused to report the account."

Songran echoed depressedly, and the two eyelids drooped lower and lower, and he was about to fall asleep again.

He Zhiyuan smiled and said: "The rare surname is also good."

Songran opened his eyes: "For example?"

"For example, it can make people remember."

"Just kidding, is this a good thing?" Songran was quite disappointed, his eyelids closed to the end, and he collapsed back on the sofa, "I was asked if I was a pen name wherever I went. This kind of trouble, isn't your ordinary person named He? Understand..."

He Zhiyuan laughed blankly.

The picture on the screen has switched to a new window, and in the command bar, the bright green cursor is flashing behind the word Songran at a fixed frequency. His finger hovered one centimeter above the enter key, and he did not press it for a long time. After three seconds, he changed his mind, switched the window back to the SwordArc database, picked up the coffee, and left the office.

In fact, the "benefits" he wanted to say were not not forgetting, but-the more unique the name, the easier it is to expose traces on the Internet. If necessary, his personal tool can capture more than 90% of Songran's online whereabouts within a minute and generate an hourly resume. In this resume, Songran will have no privacy at all.

But He Zhiyuan thought it unnecessary.

This young man made him feel a kind of unspeakable relaxation. With just a few straight words, he was willing to give unconditional trust.

On the other side of the earth, Songran, who was unconditionally trusted by He Zhiyuan, has long been trapped into a dog who is a stalker. He leaned on the pillow and asked half-wakefully, "Mr. He, are you okay? If it's okay, I..."

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

"Oh." Songran was very depressed, "you said."

He Zhiyuan sat down by the fountain in the small open-air garden. This is a relatively quiet place, suitable for talking about today's topic.

"Song Ran, I seriously considered your opinion and think you are right. Boob is still small, and it is not suitable for changing the nanny too frequently..."

Songran nodded in satisfaction: "Yeah."

Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and there is no good way. It seems that Father He is still a little conscious of being a parent.

"...But for me, finding acquaintances is not an easy task." He Zhiyuan said again, "You may not know my situation. My parents and classmates are not in S city. The reason why I settled here, It is because the company is preparing to develop in the domestic market for a long time. City S happens to be the most ideal location. There are not many trustworthy people around me, and there are some acquaintances in the business field, but I don’t trust them to entrust Bubu."

"that……"

Leave it to me!

Songran sat up excitedly and almost blurted out. He Zhiyuan didn't give him a chance to speak, and went on: "I did find a suitable candidate, but my relationship with him... how to say it, not too familiar."

"Oh."

After a second, Songran turned cloudy, and hunched back on the sofa.

"Not too familiar" is also familiar, somehow it must be familiar. He is a strange neighbor, even if it is a cold dish, he has not even entered the pot. It is not suitable to steal a child with a cheeky. No matter how deficient Dad He was, he wouldn't be so stupid to hand Bobo over to him.

Despite thinking so, Songran did not hold back, and asked unwillingly, "How familiar is it not too familiar?"

The other party replied: "I haven't seen it. I talked on the phone for a few minutes before, and the impression is pretty good."

No... I haven't seen... Talking on the phone for a few minutes...

Songran was stunned, and the barrage in front of him exploded into fireworks again-this is so "familiar"! Why is your old man's definition of "familiar" so refreshing and so unexpected? Even if you talk on the phone for a few minutes, even if you are an acquaintance, what should I do if I meet you? Taoyuan formed righteousness, confided in blood, and pierced both sides?

The road is black and full of brothers and sisters, why don’t you recognize your relatives?

Songran squeezed the phone, his bones creaked.

To be honest, he has never seen a parent who is more irresponsible than He Zhiyuan in his life. If He Zhiyuan is in front of him, he promises that his mobile phone must have been smashed in the face!

"Mr. He, my speech is a bit direct. You can make do with a few sentences, and you can't make do." Songran switches the combat mode with one key and casts the cynicism skills. "According to common sense, people who only use a few minutes of phone calls are generally called'unfamiliar People’ are not called acquaintances. Perhaps Mr. He, you are very popular. A few minutes of phone calls can really make a friend who is reliable enough to take care of Bubu, but do you think this will happen?"

"Do you think this will work? The previous suggestion that you should treat me as a dream talk, now I am sober, especially sober, I sincerely recommend that you find a new aunt for Bubu according to the original plan, carefully screen, carefully verify, at least in case One day when Bobo gets lost, you won't even know who you should care about and beg your child, do you?"

His remarks were actually quite offensive, but when the other party heard it, they laughed deeply. Songran's scalp was numb, his heartbeat was chaotic, and he threw the phone out two meters like a hot potato.

What do you do in the middle of the night? !

Do you know that this is a gay? Knowing it scares you to death!

The good-tempered Mr. He never seemed to be angry. Even after being ridiculed like this, when Songran pulled out the phone from the slit of the sofa, he still heard his gentle voice: "Songran, don't you think your thoughts are a little bit? Arbitrary?"

boom!

This time the pillow was smashed out by two meters.

"Arbitrarily? Mr. He, if I didn't do it for..."

"Song Ran, a villain who has been close to me will not become a good person, and a good person who has been close to me will not become a villain. A person is reliable and unreliable, the key lies in his own character, not how much I and him Familiar." He Zhiyuan cast a full-level defense skill, with 100% damage rebound, "I think that people have a good vision, even if they only talk for a few minutes, but will the other party take the child and be considerate to the child? I can tell."

What you said is right, very, special, and quite reasonable. I can't tell you, a little eloquent painter.

Songran gritted his teeth furiously, reached out his hand to grab another pillow, and bit the edge of the fabric-anyway, when you go to the ravine to look for the missing child next month, I will never help you!

He stared at the screen, moved his finger to the on-hook button, and said in a weird and vicious manner: "Mr. He, I think what you said is too reasonable, and your friend is really suitable for taking care of children. I wish you a tacit understanding. , Grow old together, happy! It is three ten ten Beijing time, and I am too sleepy to open my eyes. Do you have anything urgent to say?!"

He Zhiyuan: "Yes."

...

There is your sister!

Songran raised a standard, powerful, and domineering **** upright: "Say!"

Then he heard the other party clear his throat and spoke very solemnly and politely: "That's it, songran, I have a four-year-old child named He Yueyang, nicknamed Bubu, very good, you I've seen it, and now I'm lying on your bed."

How do you feel... a little bit bad?

"I've been on business abroad for the past two months, so I will be busy and can't take care of him personally. It happened that the nanny at home also took leave.

How do you feel... even worse?

"Although we only talked through the phone once, the relationship is not too familiar, but let me take the liberty to ask-Songran, would you like to take care of the baby for me?"

Songran's expression was dull, his hand shook, and he pressed the on-hook button.

"beep--"

The call was cut off.

He Zhiyuan lowered his head and stared at the dark mobile phone screen. He thought, awful... it seemed a bit too funny.

Three minutes later, the screen lights up, and the opposite party calls back. He Zhiyuan got on the phone and listened to Songran's shaking voice and said, "He, Mr. He, you...can't you tell me directly, so deliberately digging holes to make me jump, it really hurts the feelings of the neighbors ..."

Because he was completely awake, the young man resumed his previous stumbling, and occasionally swallowed twice. The hedgehog with the tip of the needle just now disappeared and turned into a harmless soft snail.

He Zhiyuan leaned against the wall, laughing so hard that he couldn't stop laughing. It took a long time before he said, "Sorry, I'm really sorry."

The other side heard his laughter and remained silent in embarrassment.

"So, about the answer..." He Zhiyuan asked, "Songran, are you willing?"

In the 8012A's living room, Songran was holding the phone, her cheeks getting redder, and suddenly she buried her face in the pillow.

Can't you be so gentle?

Did you know your voice and this tone... it really looks like a marriage proposal!

Songran was so entangled that he almost rubbed the pillow in his arms. Finally, the strong man broke his wrist, made up his mind, gritted his teeth and replied: "I do."