Chapter 66 It doesn't matter

After dinner, the old couple wanted to take their children to the village basketball court for a walk to enjoy the cool air.

Chen Yun was happy to let go and went to the sofa: "Goodbye everyone."

Song Fenglin's balance tilted towards her, and he handed the child's thermos cup to the elder: "Then I'll stay home too."

Liu Yingxia: "Okay, there are snacks in the cupboard, and there are watermelons and grapefruits in the refrigerator. I'll cut them for you?"

Song Fenglin: "I just ate. I'll cut it later."

That’s fine. They are already grown-ups, and Liu Yingxia doesn’t have much to say to them. The two generations go away together.

After the people left, the place became so quiet that the croaking of frogs in the pond and the chirping of cicadas in the trees became silent.

Chen Yun listened without getting annoyed and played with her phone. From the corner of her eye she saw Song Fenglin pacing around the living room with his hands behind his back.

She said, "You look like a big leader this way."

Song Fenglin lowered his head to look at his belly, thinking that his recent efforts should have allowed him to initially escape the category of a big leader. He pulled in his belly and spread his shoulder blades like a butterfly, trying to make himself look taller. "How about this?"

Chen Yun smiled: "I mean you walk in square steps."

Song Fenglin: "What is the Four-square Step?"

Chen Yun: "Just like Di Renjie."

There are many examples that can be cited, but Di Renjie is the one.

Song Fenglin sighed unconsciously, but he didn't expect the sound to be so loud.

Chen Yun put down the phone: "I'm praising you and you're sighing."

Song Fenglin: "You praised me for being like Di Renjie, I..."

He had no problem with the actor, but it was really hard to be happy at the moment.

Chen Yun: "I mean you walk beautifully! Your shoulders are very straight, unlike some tall boys whose necks shrink downwards!"

Oh, that's it.

Song Fenglin scratched his face awkwardly: "Sorry, we fat guys are more sensitive."

Although his weight has skyrocketed for more than a year or two, it seems that this is the first time that Chen Yun heard him call himself "fatty" to tease her. She thought that he would mind this matter and said, "He is not fat anymore now."

Song Fenglin weighed himself before leaving home this morning and said with a hint of excitement: "I have lost 25 kilograms."

It’s only been two months since he said he wanted to lose weight, and the results are so impressive.

Chen Yun couldn't sit still anymore, so she stood up and said, "I gained two pounds!"

Song Fenglin didn't dare to say that he thought she was too thin, and consoled her by saying, "I didn't even notice."

It is even more impossible for others.

Chen Yun didn't care about that and waved her arms vigorously a few times as an exercise, but she had eaten too much at night, and every time she moved it seemed like her whole stomach was shaking, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and looked at the person in front of her with a vengeance: "I won't practice, and you are not allowed to practice at night. Come and sit down."

Song Fenglin didn't think it was "evil" and looked at her with a smile on his face: "Okay."

Chen Yun felt comfortable now.

She just said it, sat down and put on an understanding expression: "You just ate and need to rest for a while, you can practice later."

The truth is always in her hands.

From another perspective, this sentence can also become that what she said is always the truth.

Song Fenglin held high the banner of support, sat next to her, and asked, "Mom just said that we'll build a shed the day after tomorrow, right?"

They can attend the wedding banquet when they come back this time, but it's not all for free. Relatives have to lend a hand - even if they don't do anything, it is necessary to show up.

Chen Yun: "Yes, we need to fry the oil fruit and make buns."

There are many rules for weddings and funerals, and she can't tell which ones are which, but there is one thing that has remained unchanged for decades: "It's strange, when it comes to this kind of time, I think all the oil-fruit buns are delicious."

Upon hearing this, the words "sugar and oil mixture" popped up in Song Fenglin's mind: "I feel like I'm going to gain weight after this trip."

Chen Yun elbowed him: "Don't say anything that will spoil the fun."

Song Fenglin gestured with his hand, meaning that there was a zipper on his mouth.

He seldom uses the word "quirky", but it is very appropriate at this moment.

Chen Yun thought that maybe because his parents and children were not present, he could relax a little bit in his always high standards of self-discipline.

She said, "Pull it apart again. I have something to say."

Song Fenglin followed his words and felt happy for some reason.

Chen Yun just wanted to tease him and had nothing to say. She rolled her eyes and reached out to touch his head, like she was coaxing a puppy.

Song Fenglin remembered that when he was very young, adults always said that boys’ heads should not be touched. The reason was simply related to dignity and dignity. With a typical science student’s brain, he could never equate the intangible things with the real things.

Even if there was a relationship, it didn't matter to him in front of Chen Yun, and he lowered his shoulders a little.

Even though Chen Yun had never raised an animal, she could tell that this was a form of flattery.

This feeling of being controlled by others is both frightening and exciting: "Song Fenglin, why are you so good-tempered?"

Song Fenglin looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Otherwise, where would you get a wife?"

Chen Yun admitted that she was attracted by his personality when she got married, but she may have also thought, "I don't believe anyone can be so good all the time."

But Song Fenglin is really that impossible possibility, making people feel like they are God’s own daughter.

Even though time is the most powerful evidence, only ten years have passed. If one lives for hundreds of years, there will be many days left to observe.

To be honest, the words "leave it for observation" made Chen Yun feel a little bit uncomfortable, and she always felt that it was too cruel to Song Fenglin.

This guilt often makes her more gentle: "You can be a little fierce, but my wife is still yours."

When she said that, Song Fenglin was even more reluctant to let her go: "If it's mine, I can't be so mean to you."

That's it. Sometimes Chen Yun didn't know what to do with him. She said helplessly: "You..."

The unfinished words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Chen Ying, the second uncle's cousin, and the couple both looked towards the door.

This made Chen Ying feel a little embarrassed. She pulled the open door with her hands and lowered her head to look at the ground.

Chen Yun also felt a little embarrassed. After all, she was older, so she pretended to be calm and said, "Didn't you say you had an appointment tonight? Why are you back so early?"

Chen Ying: "I usually make appointments with them every day, but it's rare here."

As she spoke, she walked inside and greeted him politely, "Brother-in-law".

Song Fenglin politely asked a few nonsense questions like "when does school start?" and went to the yard to play.

The living room suddenly became empty. Chen Yun took out a large paper bag from the kitchen and said, "Ningjiang's newest queue king, try it."

In the first year after graduating from graduate school, Chen Ying was admitted to the county's No. 2 primary school, which became a cage from which she could not escape.

She had many inexplicable fantasies about big cities, and when she mentioned them, she could only sigh: "It's great, Ningjiang has everything."

Chen Yun: "Come and visit us during the winter break. I'll treat you all."

The cousins ​​are only five or six years apart in age and have always had a good relationship.

Chen Ying was not polite and responded with the recent gossip from her aunts and uncles.

All stories in the world are similar and cannot escape the same theme.

But Chen Yun was still listening attentively, commenting from time to time.

The two sisters chatted for a long time before Chen Ying remembered: "Let my brother-in-law come and listen, otherwise he will be so bored outside alone."

Chen Yun: "He is working out, don't worry about him."

fitness? Chen Ying suddenly realized: "I was wondering what was wrong when I came in just now. It turns out that he has lost weight! How did he lose weight?!"

Chen Yun: "You should shout louder so that he can hear you, otherwise he will think you didn't notice it."

Chen Ying rushed to the door and said, "Brother-in-law, your success will really keep me awake tonight. I just ate a big taro bun."

Song Fenglin only cared: "Is it delicious?"

He waited in line for three hours yesterday and suspected several times that the people in the line were paid hires.

Chen Ying didn't know that he was the one who bought it, so she said honestly, "It's a bit choking."

Oh, what's the next greeting?

Song Fenglin was a little stuck at this point, so he thought about it and asked, "Would you like something to drink? I'll go get some."

Chen Ying subconsciously said: "Our village now has takeout service."

He shook his head violently again: "I don't want to drink, I don't want to drink, you go ahead and do your thing."

As if escaping from some terrible beast, he ran back to the living room.

In such a small place, the sound can be heard clearly.

Chen Yun continued their conversation: "Do you order takeout?"

Chen Ying was surprised: "You don't know?"

Chen Yun asked, "How would I know?"

Chen Ying: "Then you don't have Chen Sichen's WeChat. He's been delivering food recently and posts on WeChat Moments every day."

Chen Yun: "Isn't he working in Guangzhou? When did he come back?"

Chen Ying showed a subtle expression: "This is a long story."

The conversation was so long that it was barely finished until Liu Yingxia and her husband came back with the children.

Chen Ying didn't want to stay too late, so she agreed to come back tomorrow and then go home.

The two houses were separated by only a wall. Chen Yun watched her walk to the next door. When she turned to go into the house, she met Song Fenglin's gaze. Somehow she could read his resentment and held his hand: "Let's go home too."

Song Fenglin is so easy to please.

He thought that being forgotten for a short time didn't matter, he had a future that was much bigger than those few hours.

It seemed as if he had won against someone, and he even walked with a bit of wind.