Chapter 26

At six o'clock in the evening, the moonlight was not yet bright, but the lights were bright.

The backstage was still in chaos, but the front stage had already started in an orderly manner.

The children who have not yet performed are doing their final rehearsal in a slightly open space, and the parents finally have a little time to catch their breath.

Chen Yun stood at the side of the stage, and because of the loud sound, she asked, "Have you seen your parents?"

Song Fenglin is nearsighted and cannot see as well as normal people even with glasses.

In such a dim and unclear environment, he tried for three seconds before giving up: "I can't see."

The audience was crowded, and Chen Yun stood on tiptoe to look around.

She looked away after a moment's hesitation: "Forget it, they are already adults anyway."

That’s right, Song Fenglin agreed quietly in his heart.

Very occasionally, he also longed for time that belonged only to the couple, and leaned in and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The moon's shadow surrounds, with light and darkness intersecting.

This posture seemed quite ambiguous, and Chen Yun was a little uncomfortable with it. She took a step back and shook her head.

Song Fenglin quietly took a step to the left, and his shadow almost covered her.

At this time, I have a lot of little thoughts.

Chen Yun found it a little funny and bumped him with her shoulder.

Song Fenglin couldn't help but think of the time when he was playing basketball in college. He greeted his classmates in the same way.

Many images flashed through his mind, and he asked, "Is it Yangyang's show?"

If you don’t know, you might think that my son is the leading actor.

In fact, in the following dance, Chen Xinyang was just a supporting role. He even stepped on the wrong beats when following the teacher's movements, and he would stop from time to time to look at the excitement around him.

Chen Yun was worried for him and stamped her feet: "Why doesn't he just jump? Why is he just standing there?"

Song Fenglin pointed to her and said, "There are still some people crying."

OK, not as good as the best, but better than the worst.

Chen Yun didn't expect the children to show any extraordinary performance so early, so she blinked resignedly: "I've identified him as an ordinary child again."

There will be another one. Song Fenglin asked curiously, "Why did it happen last time?"

Chen Yun: "When he said one plus one equals three."

In fact, in Song Fenglin's impression, he doesn't seem to be a genius, but he is just moving forward with the desire to leave the countryside.

He said, “I will learn it later.”

This is the truth. Chen Yun: "I am not allowed to hope that my child can go to Harvard?"

Harvard? What a big ambition.

Song Fenglin really wanted to say what she said, but his mouth was dry and he couldn't speak.

Chen Yun said with a smile: "Don't you usually praise your daughter for her intelligence? Why don't you praise her now?"

Song Fenglin: "You may be smart, but it's probably not practical to study at Harvard."

He graduated from Kyoto University more than ten years ago. There were many outstanding classmates among him, so he knew the difficulty of it better.

Chen Yun’s grades are pretty good, but they are definitely inferior to his.

She tilted her head slightly: "You can't do it too?"

Song Fenglin is a man: "Of course."

But he was a man who didn't make promises easily, and a hint of regret appeared on his face.

Chen Yun insisted, asking, "Really?"

Song Fenglin still wanted to hold his breath, looking around but not daring to look her in the face.

Chen Yun found it interesting: "You are looking at me."

Song Fenglin touched his nose uncomfortably and said guiltily, "I'm not 100% sure."

There is nothing in the world that is certain. Chen Yun suddenly thought of something: "Do you want to study for a master's degree?"

Song Fenglin had never thought of this path before and was completely stunned: "I'm thirty-five."

Chen Yun: "There is no age limit for postgraduate entrance exams."

She gave a flattering smile: "Experts say that parents are the best role models for their children. I think if someone in our family sets an example and studies hard, it should be of great help to the children."

She is cute and cunning, with sweet eyes and eyebrows.

Song Fenglin remembered: "You bought a lot of books for a while. Did you plan to read them for the moon?"

Chen Yun clenched his left fist and pounded it on the palm of his right fist: "Yes, it's a pity that I can't read a single word."

She herself is like this, so Chengzi is particularly patient with her daughter's studies.

Song Fenglin calculated: "I will take the exam this year and enroll next year, so I won't be able to go to work after the non-compete agreement expires."

Chen Yun: "I'm not in a hurry for you to make money."

He has already signed to sell his shares, and his family's life will be basically guaranteed for the next ten years, so there is no need to rush.

Song Fenglin is self-aware: "I seem to be destined to be a hard worker."

There is no retirement in his life plan. He will just wait until he can no longer work.

Chen Yun: "Studying is also very hard. The competition for postgraduate entrance exams is extremely fierce now."

Song Fenglin had heard a little about it, but he was very good at taking exams, so he thought about it and said, "I'm pretty confident about studying."

He doesn't like to brag, and saying he is sure almost means it is a done deal.

Chen Yun clapped her hands twice: "A top student is confident."

Song Fenglin: "Wake up at 5am and go to bed at 12pm. There is no test you cannot pass."

Chen Yun felt dizzy just by hearing this schedule, and shook his head: "I can't do it."

He added: "It still feels too hard, you should take more rest during these two years."

When she said she was tired, Song Fenglin became more energetic: "When I graduated from college, I really wanted to continue studying."

The campus was like his utopia. It was once the greatest honor for a person who had nothing, and gradually became his spiritual sustenance.

Really? Chen Yun had never heard him mention it before. Fearing that he would only follow her advice, she changed her words and said, "Let's take a long-term view."

Song Fenglin: "Okay."

He was about to say something else, but noticed his daughter came on stage and picked up her phone: "Our star is still the center."

The older children already understand the basic rules, and the whole thing is more like a show.

Chen Xingyue danced very well and even took a position in the middle.

Chen Yun looked very pleased: "Better than Yangyang."

Song Fenglin spoke for his son: "It will be fine when he is seven years old."

He actually listened to her. Chen Yun just said it casually, and it seemed like a mistake.

She said, "A brother is a brother, and he may not be the same as his sister."

Song Fenglin: "Just be healthy and happy."

He was also worried that the children were not happy enough, so after the party he arranged for the family of six to go out for a midnight snack.

Chen Xingyue held a candied haws in her left hand and a starch sausage in her right hand. She didn't even care which one to take a bite from first. She looked up and asked, "Would you like some barbecue?"

Liu Yingxia indulged her granddaughter infinitely: "Okay, let's have barbecue."

Chen Xingyue was hit on the head by a "pie", but she still remembered to act cute and smile sweetly at her mother.

Chen Yun rubbed off the sugar residue on her lips: "I'm so sleepy that I can hardly open my eyes."

Chen Xingyue looked at her brother who was drowsy on her grandfather's shoulder and said, "My brother is the one."

Chen Xinyang was actually very sleepy, but his willpower to play supported him to keep his eyes wide open, with his hands hanging weakly.

Seeing this, Song Fenglin said, "Dad, let me hold him. He's quite heavy."

Chen Yongzhong is not yet sixty years old. He was a laborer when he was young. Now he runs around all day delivering takeout. In terms of physical strength, he is much better than his son-in-law who works in an office.

He said, "No, no, it's not heavy at all."

Song Fenglin usually feels tired when holding the baby.

But he looked at his stomach and thought that people are different, so he didn't say anything more. He took two steps forward and asked, "Where should we eat?"

Chen Yun knows Ningjiang's food map like the back of her hand.

She looked around to determine her location: "There's a good house on Hengjiang Road."

Fortunately, it is near the child’s kindergarten, otherwise Song Fenglin really wouldn’t know which Hengjiang Road is.

He asked a nonsense question: "Have you eaten it before?"

Chen Yun: “I came here often when I was in college.”

Song Fenglin: "With your roommate?"

Weird, Chen Yun: "Why does it feel like interrogating a criminal?"

Is there? Song Fenglin: "I just asked casually."

Then I saw that the corners of her mouth were flat: "I really don't mean anything else."

Chen Yun poked him: "It doesn't matter, I don't have any secrets."

He also hinted: "I'm afraid some people will get jealous if I mention it."

It seems that there is only so much vinegar to eat.

Song Fenglin: "Oh, I went with him."

There's no way around it. Chen Yun started dating as soon as she entered college, and when she talks about her student days, she can't avoid mentioning her ex-boyfriend.

She said, "See, it's really sour after asking."

Song Fenglin wanted to explain himself, but he scratched his face in embarrassment: "Anyway, we are going together today."

He always felt envious and jealous when he thought about how many memories they had together.

Chen Yun took his hand and said, "Then smile."

Hearing her pleading so softly, Song Fenglin could not help laughing even if he didn't want to.

The corners of his mouth curled up, but before he had time to enjoy the tenderness and sweetness, his daughter squeezed in between the couple.

Chen Xingyue had just finished eating, her hands were sticky, but she still insisted on pulling at her parents' clothes.

In order to save face for her child in kindergarten today, Chen Yun wore new clothes.

She gently patted her daughter on the back of her hand: "You are truly my ancestor."

Chen Xingyue smiled brightly: "I am my mother's baby."

She was really good at acting like a spoiled child. Chen Yun flicked her forehead and took out a wet tissue from her bag: "Wipe your paws clean."

Chen Xingyue was still a little unhappy: "Only chicks and ducklings have claws."

Chen Yun: "The chickens and ducks may be cleaner than you."

How is that possible? Chen Xingyue has seen it before: "The ones at Grandma's are smelly."

She went back to her hometown with her grandparents and lived there for half a month last summer vacation, and she still remembers most of what happened.

Chen Yun wanted to tease her: "Then let me smell the stars to see if they stink."

Chen Xingyue ran and jumped to avoid her mother, giggling and hiding behind her grandmother.

Just like playing Eagle Catches Chicken, Chen Yun pretended that he couldn't catch her and was so tired that he broke into a sweat.

The mother and daughter were playing and fighting and arrived at the door of the barbecue restaurant.

The aroma of spices wafted through the air under the charcoal fire. Chen Yun held her daughter tightly for fear that she would bump into things, so she could only use a little of her peripheral vision to see the road.

Song Fenglin lagged behind her half a step and looked around for an empty table.

Before he found it, the elders had already occupied a spot.

Liu Yingxia sat down and waved happily: "Here, here."

At critical moments, we still have to rely on adults.

Song Fenglin: "Mom and Dad are very quick."

It's so crowded here that the store owner wants to put tables and chairs in all the aisles. The short distance is more difficult to navigate than a maze.

Chen Yun paid attention to her daughter and responded casually.

Song Fenglin didn't care about her answer, his eyes drifted towards the table against the wall in the distance.

There were two men sitting there, one of whom was the man he had just become jealous of, his wife's first love, Hu Yuchen.