Chapter 11: Foreshadowing
The family of four had a great time spending the entire Saturday outside.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they got home, and Chen Xingyue was sleeping crookedly in her father's arms.
Chen Yun held her son who was also sleeping in her arms and freed her hands to push open the door.
She didn't even give the children a bath, but just put them on the bed, took off their shoes, and wiped their hands and feet.
Song Fenglin was sorting out today's purchases and the packages that had arrived in the living room. He was unsure where to put them, so he put them aside for the time being.
Chen Yun came out of the children's room and sat cross-legged on the floor: "Where did you unpack these clothes?"
Song Fenglin handed her a tattered package and said, "I checked, the last digit is yours."
The number and name are correct, but the item was not bought by Chen Yun herself.
She identified several "suspects" and sent messages to them one by one, saying, "It might be Yanxin. She asked Xingxing what size she was wearing yesterday."
If she said maybe, then it's probably true.
Song Fenglin shook one of the dresses and flipped open the label to read: "Is 100 a bit small?"
That's for sure. Although Chen Yun hadn't received a reply yet, she pinched her clothes and gestured: "Maybe it's Song Jing."
Soon, both of her guesses were denied.
Zhao Yanxin: [My purchase is still on the way]
Zhang Songjing: [I haven’t bought anything recently, I’ve only been busy with Perrin’s affairs]
How strange! Chen Yun muttered to herself, "That must be Si Ting."
Chen Siting is her third uncle's cousin. She graduated from university a few years ago and worked in Ningjiang. She was taken care of by her relatives. After returning to her hometown to get married, she still did favors from time to time.
With that mentioned, Song Fenglin asked, "When is her due date?"
Chen Yun: “June.”
Song Fenglin: "Give her a big red envelope when the time comes."
Chen Yun hummed, staring at her cousin's reply on the screen, and the ending tone turned into "Huh": "Si Ting said it wasn't her."
Who else could it be? Song Fenglin searched his wife's social circle: "Zhou Wenjing?"
Chen Yun: "Wen Jing is teaching senior high school this year and can't even take care of her own children."
The couple guessed for a long time and eliminated all the answers they thought were correct.
There was really no other choice. Song Fenglin asked, "Could it be Zhensheng?"
Among his friends, only Zhang Zhensheng looked like he would do such a thing.
Chen Yun felt that the old thing was insignificant, so she said, "You can ask."
Zhang Zhensheng is a typical night owl, and he immediately replied: [Do you dare to embarrass my taste in your house? 】
Yes, he dared to buy it but Song Fenglin didn't dare let his daughter wear it, for fear that the pretty girl would leave behind the biggest dark history of her childhood.
At this point, it has become a completely unsolved case.
Chen Yun packed the skirt as it was and said, "I'll ask my parents tomorrow."
Song Fenglin nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "That's not right."
He poked his finger on the phone screen twice: "It should be Song Xin. She tried to contact me the day before yesterday but I didn't reply."
It turned out to be her. Chen Yun leaned over to read the short chat records: "It looks like she got her first month's salary and was thinking about buying something."
Song Fenglin didn't communicate much with his half-sister. The only contact they had was probably that he paid her tuition a few years ago.
He frowned slightly: "I'll transfer the money to her."
After all, the next generation is innocent of what happened to the previous generation.
He is a kind person, otherwise he would not have extended a helping hand at that time, but secretly he didn't want to have too much involvement with the other party.
Chen Yun couldn't interfere in her husband's family affairs.
After all, her parents were around, and any words she said would sound like she was taking sides, so she just said, "Try to be more tactful."
The requirements are not high, but it is really difficult.
Song Fenglin: "How about you take my place?"
Okay, we are all birds of the same forest.
Chen Yun took his phone: "Go, pour me a glass of water."
Song Fenglin was familiar with her habits, so he squeezed half a lemon into the water and added some ice cubes.
Chen Yun took a sip from his hand, and all the greasiness of the dinner disappeared.
She asked, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"
When the project was at a critical moment, the group messages never stopped today.
Song Fenglin: "Go."
Chen Yun was not surprised at all and urged: "Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Song Fenglin spent the afternoon running around the amusement park with his two children and had already exhausted all his energy.
He felt as if he had run a marathon. He shook his hands and said, "Okay, I'll go take a shower."
Chen Yun cleaned up the garbage on the floor and went to take a look at the children's room.
During this time, she kept using Song Fenglin's phone to send messages to Song Xin. She went to the master bedroom and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I might see something?"
Song Fenglin was drying his hair, half turned his body and looked back: "What did you see?"
Chen Yun: "For example, your chat records with other girls."
There is no such thing. Song Fenglin: "You can look at it casually."
It was too frank. Chen Yun thought that she would never be able to do it if it were her.
The chat records between her and her friends can only be taken into the coffin. She put her hands behind her back and said: "People need to trust each other. I won't read it."
Song Fenglin really didn't want to see her privacy, but he was happy to contribute his share: "The password is your birthday anyway."
He hung up the towels and took the hair dryer from the rack.
Chen Yun passed him and went into the bathroom, where she washed and scrubbed for half an hour.
It was rare that Song Fenglin fell asleep before her.
He seemed to be gradually sinking to the bottom of the water, but subconsciously he still grasped at everything that was familiar.
Chen Yun smelled of shower gel, moist and soft.
She couldn't free her hand and turned off the bedside lamp with great effort.
The room was plunged into darkness, leaving only a good night's sleep.
On Sunday morning, Song Fenglin's alarm clock rang as usual.
He immediately turned off the annoying ringing sound, his heart pounding so fast, and lay on the bed to calm down.
Chen Yun was woken up, turned over and muttered: "I won't make breakfast."
Song Fenglin placed his hand on the back of her head: "Well, go to sleep."
He gently lifted the quilt, washed up and went to see how the children were sleeping.
Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were clearly lying side by side last night, but early in the morning they were lying on opposite sides of the platform bed.
The blanket was naturally gone, and the body was twisted as if he had done gymnastics, with a little bit of his belly exposed.
Song Fenglin pulled their clothes tight, turned up the air conditioner by one degree, closed the door and left.
At the entrance of the community, he bought breakfast and ate while walking.
It’s a great weekend, and the team members come earlier than on weekdays.
When Song Fenglin entered the company, he thought he had misread the time and raised his wrist: "It's only nine o'clock."
A whisper came from the window-side workstation: "Mr. Zhang asked me to do that."
Song Fenglin guessed that the boss was venting his anger after the quarrel.
It is not enough for him to have this position just because of his skills. He thought about it and said, "I will work harder today and try to optimize it. I will treat everyone to afternoon tea."
There were a few people applauding, which did not seem like joy but more like another kind of protest.
Song Fenglin thought that something might have happened when he was away yesterday, so he went into the office guessing what had happened.
Not long after he sat down, he vaguely heard Mr. Zhang outside saying loudly: "With your progress, when can you go online!"
It was early in the morning and I was quite angry.
Song Fenglin sighed and decided to go out and smooth things over. After all, he was the one primarily responsible for speeding up the progress.
As soon as the door opened, Zhang Peng said, "If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. If you don't want to do it, don't do it!"
Song Fenglin felt dissatisfied as to what was wrong with the entire technical department.
He suddenly said, "Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Peng thought he hadn't come today, and was embarrassed for a moment after being caught, but he still acted like a boss: "Yes, I'm here."
Then he felt that the momentum was too weak, so he added: "It's okay if you don't come if you're busy."
Tone is an important part of communication, and Song Fenglin heard something weird in the tone.
He had a lot of trivial things to do today, but now they all turned to dust: "I'm here to get something and I'll leave in a minute."
This is outrageous. Zhang Peng is actually shooting himself in the foot.
He still wanted to get back on track: "When will the closed beta of Warrior's Home begin?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Song Fenglin didn't want to embarrass his boss, so he said tactfully, "I'm working on it."
Zhang Peng took advantage of the topic and said: "They keep saying they are working on it, but I don't see any progress."
Of course there was progress, and Song Fenglin stopped paving the way for him: "I have submitted the test data for the first phase."
When was it submitted? Zhang Peng really hasn't had time to watch it recently.
He was also a man who had seen many storms and waves, so he changed his expression and said, "That's good, get busy."
Song Fenglin believed that he had a certain degree of understanding of him, and thought that he had offended someone this time.
But he did it anyway even though he didn't want to, so he just went home and lay down.
Chen Yun was in the study with her daughter practicing piano. When she heard the door open, she poked her head out and said, "Mom, you guys..."
She swallowed the second half of the sentence: "Why are you back?"
Song Fenglin: "It's a bit annoying."
Chen Yun's balance shifted between the father and daughter, and she said, "Xingxing, you practice on your own. Mom has something to say to your dad."
Of course, her hidden little selfish desire was that she could no longer sit still.
Chen Xingyue wished her mother was busy and nodded especially happily.
Chen Yun poked her gently and went to the living room with the door ajar.
Song Fenglin was sitting on the sofa. When he saw her, he patted the seat next to him and asked, "Where's Yangyang?"
Chen Yun: "Go shopping with mom."
No wonder it's so quiet. Song Fenglin: "What are you having for lunch?"
They were still exchanging pleasantries, and Chen Yun nudged him with her elbow: "Go ahead."
Song Fenglin: "Nothing."
He said that, and then he followed it with a long list of other things, which was totally unlike his usual style.
But who hasn’t complained sometimes? Chen Yun was well versed in the art of chatting and cursed even more harshly than he did.
As he was speaking, he became emotional and slapped the coffee table.
The orange in the fruit bowl rolled to the ground. Song Fenglin picked it up, peeled it and handed it to her: "Does your hand hurt?"
Chen Yun: "According to idol dramas, you should be anxious to hold my hand in your palm."
Song Fenglin had little experience watching plays, so he humbly asked, "Do you want to say anything else?"
Chen Yun knew that he would do whatever she asked, and was shocked by the scene: "How corny."
Another suggestion: "If you are really annoyed, take a few days of annual leave."
Even though he knew that anyone who was needed in the company would be transferred, Song Fenglin still couldn't get over it psychologically.
He is a man with a strong sense of responsibility, and situations like today are very rare in his life.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Forget it. I'm pretty busy lately."
As expected, Chen Yun teased: "Then go in the afternoon?"
It would be embarrassing to go, Song Fenglin said: "No."
After saying this, I felt like I was being angry and I was too embarrassed to laugh.
He has a typical northwestern appearance. Even when he is thin, he still looks burly, and he looks even more muscular after gaining weight.
With a smile, all the oppressive feeling brought by his body disappeared, and he looked like a fool by nature.
No one would believe that he is a top student who graduated from Kyoto University.
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