Chapter 31 Thirty-same pattern

Before the sun set, He Qingqing received a series of life-threatening calls from her mother. She took a deep breath and went home to drink nutritious soup.

Chen Yun waited until she got in the taxi before returning to the store to clean up the cup she had just used.

Xiaoxiao was working on the takeaway order, and said, "Sister, can I take a day off tomorrow?"

Chen Yun does not have the potential to be a capitalist, but he is a boss who is easy to talk to.

She didn't even ask why: "Okay."

Xiaoxiao had no intention of explaining and happily put on her headphones again, letting the heavy metal music bombard her cochlea.

Chen Yun once tried to follow her aesthetic taste, but her head started to hurt after just half an hour of listening.

She couldn't stand this kind of thing and found it incomprehensible with the mentality of an elder.

However, when people reach their thirties, they are sometimes reluctant to admit that their ideas have become outdated, indicating that the history of the previous generation is repeating itself.

Getting old is no longer a word, but a reality.

Sometimes Chen Yun was in a trance and couldn't remember how old she was. She would always be stunned for a moment when she saw a group of people in school uniforms walking by the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was holding the tablecloth in her hand and was in a daze, her thoughts wandering to who knows where.

Song Fenglin, who had just got off work, pushed the door open and waved his hand in front of her: "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Yun came back to her senses: "You're here so early?"

Song Fenglin didn't have fixed working hours, and he used to work overtime only out of necessity.

He had almost finished the handover recently, so there was no need to waste any more time in the office, so he naturally left as soon as he was done.

He said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Business wasn't very good when the coffee shop first opened, and Chen Yun was often the only one there until closing time at nine in the evening.

It was at that time that she bought a projector, and bought some snacks and wine every day to enjoy a moment of solitude while watching the show.

It was often the moment when Song Fenglin pushed the door open that she felt she had returned to the real world, and her emotions were completely detached.

It was really hard to describe it with a single word, Chen Yun simply attributed it to her own ignorance.

After all, a husband who can only buy a rice ball on the road for dinner after overtime comes to pick up his wife from get off work every day, and the two of them go home hand in hand. This is the happiness that many people want.

This was just Chen Yun's fantasy of growing old together when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but when she got it, she was not as happy as she had imagined.

She forced herself to indulge in what the world considers joy, and she didn't want to let those who gave feel let down.

Chen Yun hid the pretentious parts and smiled: "Three minutes, clean it up immediately."

Song Fenglin pushed the chair next to him back to its original position: "Take your time, there's no rush."

He is rarely unhappy, is very patient in everything he does, and is in some ways almost inhumanly perfect.

Sometimes Chen Yun’s imagination runs wild and she even thinks he is a robot tailor-made for her.

She inexplicably wanted to see the change in his expression, so she stepped on him and said nothing.

Song Fenglin moved his left foot forward a little, silently signaling her that she could step on it again.

Although she didn't get what she wanted, Chen Yun still wanted to laugh.

She snorted, shook her hair, and threw everything she brought into her bag.

The canvas bag lost its original shape and was stretched into strange shapes by all kinds of sundries.

It was inconvenient for Chen Yun to carry the bag cross-body, so she pushed it to someone else.

She wears plain clothes but prefers brightly colored accessories.

Song Fenglin was carrying a bag that had the same pattern as his Northeast cotton-padded jacket. He felt weird switching from his left hand to his right hand, but he finally accepted his fate and said, "Let's go."

Chen Yun smiled slyly, with a hint of cheers of a successful prank in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. At this moment, silence was better than words.

Song Fenglin held her hand with his free hand and pinched her fingertips: "Tomorrow should be my last day."

The preparations for his resignation had been going on for more than a day or two, and it was no longer news to Chen Yun.

However, every time I heard her say, I felt like I just knew it, and she said, "Isn't it less than a month?"

Song Fenglin: "The handover is almost complete, I won't stay any longer."

The tail end of his voice drifted in the wind, a melancholy that could not be offset by the gradual lighting of thousands of lights.

Chen Yun thought that with his personality, he would definitely stand guard until the end, and knew it well: "Is your boss crazy again?"

These two words tickled Song Fenglin's funny bone, and the corners of his lips curled up: "There's no hope of financing, so it's normal to be anxious and angry."

He was very considerate. Chen Yun asked knowingly, "Aren't you angry?"

Song Fenglin: "I'm not angry now."

He was dissatisfied when he was first fired, but gradually calmed down in the face of the established reality. After all, the most important decade of his life was closely related to this job. No matter how they "broke up", he hoped that the other party would get better and better.

He had let it go, so there was nothing for Chen Yun to be indignant about.

She changed the subject: "I have an important task for you tonight."

Song Fenglin was curious about the fact that there was something important going on in this family. He asked, "What is it?"

Chen Yun: "Make dragon boats with the stars."

Oh, the festival activities in kindergarten.

Song Fenglin: “It is indeed very important.”

Chen Yun: "I hear your tone as if you have objections."

Song Fenglin: “I dare not.”

Chen Yun: "That means you have evil intentions."

When she put it that way, it made a lot of sense.

Song Fenglin smiled bitterly: "You know I do handicrafts."

Chen Yun teased: "Show the same spirit you had when you knitted the scarf."

When they got married, they contributed money together to buy a house and renovate it, but now both the husband and wife and the old couple are almost penniless.

But even if they had no money, they had to celebrate the anniversary. Song Fenglin thought that the gift might be small but the sentiment was great, so she knitted a scarf in the stairwell of the company during lunch break every day.

His intention is precious, but the finished product is really not good.

Chen Yun was still at work at that time and wore it out the next day.

Before leaving, Song Fenglin reflected on himself: "Forget it, it will make you look ugly."

Chen Yun tidied up her hair and said, "I'm naturally beautiful, so what am I afraid of?"

She said so, but in fact she couldn't bear to wear it, so she only wore it out once and then put it away.

Later, Song Fenglin spent a huge amount of money to buy her a LV bag, which she used every year.

Every time he thought about it, Song Fenglin was reminded how clumsy his hands were.

He said: "Sometimes spirit alone is not enough."

Chen Yun, on the other hand, believes that “Spirit is already very valuable.”

It seems that although she said that it was unnecessary, she actually bought into it.

Song Fenglin was clumsy when he was young and only focused on studying. When he fell in love for the first time in his life, he relied on the experience he could find on the underdeveloped Internet.

His alternative gift after the scarf was actually folding stars, but he didn't do it for various reasons.

Now that I think about it, I should have folded it once and then bought an expensive bag to go with it.

However, regarding the fact that his wife was willing to think which one was a tie-in, Song Fenglin was very self-aware and did not think too much about it. He just said, "It's mainly because it's not well done. Xingxing will come back crying from kindergarten."

Chen Yun said casually: "Then let's treat kindergarten as her last lesson. There will be more setbacks when she goes to elementary school."

Song Fenglin whispered: "Let's not talk about education through hardship."

Chen Yun smiled slightly: "My daughter won't suffer, but if you don't do it well, you will be doomed."

Song Fenglin felt a chill on the back of his neck, wondering which of the mother and daughter would give him a hard time first.

He opened the web page while muttering to himself, and on his way home he started searching for how to make a handmade dragon boat.

Unfortunately, before he could show his talent, the grandparents and grandchildren had already started working at home with great enthusiasm.

Chen Yongzhong was extremely poor when he was young, which developed his strong hands-on ability, and he always took the lead at this moment.

He was also willing to let his granddaughter take the lead, so he filled the living room with a variety of crafting tools. If you didn't know, you would think he was going to make a real boat here.

Chen Yun: "Dad, why did you come back so early today?"

Ever since his son-in-law was about to resign, Chen Yongzhong suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

He has been very enthusiastic about delivering food recently. Except for eating and sleeping time, he spends almost all the time outside. No matter who can persuade him, it's useless.

But children's matters are all big things. As soon as he saw the teacher send out a notice, he rushed home without stopping. Now he gestured with scissors: "Of course, this is a huge project for me."

Chen Xingyue flattered her grandfather enthusiastically: "Grandpa makes the best dragon boat in the world."

The two children circled around their grandfather like flowers, praising him one after another. Chen Yun was afraid that Song Fenglin would feel uncomfortable.

She turned her head and saw that the man's smile was more satisfied than her two children.

Chen Yun joked: "Do you feel relieved?"

Song Fenglin didn't know what he was thinking, as if he didn't hear this sentence. He was poked and his face was blank: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun repeated: "Do you feel relieved?"

Song Fenglin's head shook slightly, his lips trembled twice, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Chen Yun: "What do you mean?"

For many people, expressing oneself is actually a very shameful thing, especially some words that would not appear in daily life.

Song Fenglin coughed uncomfortably. Before he could open his mouth, his mother-in-law poked her head out from the kitchen and asked, "Who's coughing?"

Like a little health policeman, he never misses any sign of trouble.

Chen Yun continued: "Your own son."

This child, why is he always a little weird? Can't the son-in-law be his biological son?

Liu Yingxia warned her daughter to speak properly with her eyes, and wiped her hands on her apron twice: "Then I'll make some pear soup."

Song Fenglin: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

If the ideas of the elders can be easily changed, the self-will built up over decades will be wasted.

Liu Yingxia said "It's okay, it's okay" while turning around and busying herself at the stove.

Perhaps because she didn't want her thoughts to be wasted, Song Fenglin's throat felt itchy again.

He touched his Adam's apple and raised his left hand to touch his forehead.

Chen Yun was still thinking about what he had just said, and watched his series of actions: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Fenglin was not sure: "Probably not."

Chen Yun: "Let's take your temperature."

She went into the children's room to get the thermometer, and turned around to find that he had followed her in.

Song Fenglin followed closely, took the thermometer and clamped it in his hand obediently.

He sat on a small stool reserved for children, feeling as cramped as if he was stuffed into a shell.

Chen Yun was afraid that he would collapse the stool. The more she looked at him, the more funny he seemed to her, so she took out her phone to take a picture.

Song Fenglin was still looking up, which inexplicably reminded people of a stray dog ​​eager to find its owner.

Chen Yun subconsciously wanted to touch his furry hair, which exuded a tenderness that she herself did not even notice.

At this moment, the children in the living room burst into laughter.

Chen Xinyang was particularly exaggerated, his small body had the sound pressure to sweep away thousands of troops.

Fortunately, the whole house is soundproofed, otherwise I would definitely be complained by the neighbors.

Chen Yun said disdainfully: "Are you sure Yangyang doesn't look like you? I was super quiet when I was a kid."

This simple sentence continued the mood that Song Fenglin had been hesitant to express in the living room a few minutes ago.

He became more and more convinced that he was ill, and revealed a hint of vulnerability: "I didn't have this opportunity to laugh when I was a child."

After finishing the story, I felt a little embarrassed and said, "I don't like to laugh by nature."

Chen Yun was originally standing, then she slowly squatted down to look him in the eye.

Just seeing her, Song Fenglin's mouth curled up: "I love you now."

Everyone else had already comforted themselves, so Chen Yun seemed to be useless.

She slowly moved forward an inch, holding out her hands like a penguin for balance.

It looks a bit like an anime character, and quite cute.

Song Fenglin pulled her and said, "If you squat any longer, you'll feel dizzy."

Chen Yun had a problem where her vision went dark after squatting for a long time. She went to the hospital but there was not much improvement.

She simply sat cross-legged: "Don't move, or the measurement will be inaccurate later."

Oh, and I'm also taking my temperature.

Song Fenglin put his hands down obediently: "Every time I think I'm doing pretty well, I see that Dad seems to be outdone."

Is this considered unfair? Chen Yun didn't see his expression, so she asked directly, "Are you unhappy?"

Song Fenglin was actually happy from the bottom of his heart: "You said Xingxing and Yangyang are so happy, everyone loves them."

His children lived the life he had always wanted, and they seemed to be satisfied too.

However, that kind of feeling is always a matter of a hair's breadth away from the mark. After so many years, it may be difficult to truly comfort the children of those days.

As a mother, Chen Yun couldn't stand this kind of scene. She thought, "Will you handle the formalities tomorrow morning or afternoon?"

Song Fenglin: “All is fine.”

Chen Yun: "Then let's just do it in the morning. Xiaoxiao also takes a day off tomorrow. I'll close the store for a day and take you out to play."

He really looks like a parent.

Song Fenglin took out the thermometer and took a look at it, confirming that everything was fine before saying, "Okay."

He thought that this was a long-awaited date, so he crammed for it before going to bed in order to burn a lot of calories and dress himself up a little the next day.

On the first day of losing weight, everyone will be very motivated.

When Chen Yun passed by, she gave him a thumbs up to show encouragement, and floated into the living room to watch Chen Zhiwen's new variety show.

You know what, celebrities are just handsome.

Song Fenglin watched from the corner of his eye, panting and sweating even more profusely.