Chapter 33: The Fantasy World
After dinner, Chen Yun regained enough energy for shopping.
She actually has no interest in shopping in the past two years, and she has to buy a cup of milk tea first when she goes to the mall.
Song Fenglin actually loves sweets, otherwise his weight wouldn't have kept increasing. After all, high-calorie foods can relieve stress.
But now his pressure has turned to losing weight, which he has declined and instead gulps down mineral water.
Chen Yun was very generous. After receiving the drink, she asked, "Would you like a sip?"
This verb seemed to mean drinking poison to quench thirst, so Song Fenglin said with a smile, "No, you drink it."
Chen Yun was very determined. She thought it was her own fault, so she drank it and said, "Let's walk up from the second floor first."
When she said she was strolling, she really meant she was just looking and not buying, as if she was at a tasting event.
Song Fenglin, on the other hand, thought everything he saw was good and was eager to try it out: "Are you really not going to buy it?"
I could tell that he felt regretful that he couldn't pay the bill.
Chen Yun smiled maliciously: "Then let's go to the first floor and take a look."
The brands on the first floor are all well-known names, and even a piece of cloth costs several thousand yuan.
But Song Fenglin was a man who was very frugal with himself and generous with his family. He urged them enthusiastically: "Let's go."
Things have come to this point, Chen Yun feels that she has to spend something to satisfy his wish.
She drank the last sip of milk tea and joined the crowd in front of LV: "There are so many people today."
Song Fenglin helped her hold the empty cup: "I don't think there are many people in Hermès."
Chen Yun: "I hate this brand the most. I have to stock it."
She doesn't want to spend money on things she doesn't need.
Song Fenglin: "Didn't you buy plates before? You can buy a few more."
He described the exquisite tableware as if it were made of stainless steel and that one could buy a whole basket of it.
Chen Yun: "It's enough to buy it once as a token of appreciation. If you buy so many, you won't be able to get by."
To put it bluntly, the family's consumption level has not yet reached the level where luxury goods are nothing but pipe dreams. It would be better to use the money to improve their lives.
Although Song Fenglin is very satisfied with the current situation, he feels that it is already remarkable that he has moved from his hometown in the northwest to settle down in the coastal area.
However, the man's self-esteem will emerge at this moment, and he said: "I still don't earn enough."
Chen Yun: "It really touched my little heart which doesn't make much money."
There is a saying that goes, while your own failure is painful, the success of others is even more distressing.
Especially when Chen Yun was laid off a few years ago, her husband's career was at its peak.
As a human being, everyone has a comparative mind.
Even in intimate relationships, the gap is too big to be avoided.
Chen Yun was secretly indignant for a time, and also despised her own little thoughts.
However, what I can say now is all calm and indifferent.
Song Fenglin was still cautious, and his panic was visibly evident: "That's not what I meant."
Chen Yun nudged him with her elbow: "Of course, everything the family earns is mine."
Her father would set aside 500 yuan from his delivery job income every month for his daughter as pocket money.
If there is a star in this family, it must be her.
Song Fenglin hummed and said, "It turns out there are so many people who don't have to go to work."
It was clearly a weekday morning, but the mall was as bustling as a wet market.
Especially in June when the weather is hot, many people bring their children to use the air conditioning, and some of them are lively running around.
Chen Yun: "Congratulations on joining the army."
Speaking of happiness, I don’t know where it comes from.
Song Fenglin said sadly: "I still feel a little uncomfortable now."
Chen Yun read an article that analyzed the psychology of parents who had just retired.
She doesn't know how to do anything else, but she's good at diverting other people's attention. She raised her phone and said, "Don't be uncomfortable yet. Help me see which bag is better."
The shapes of the bags are various, some flat and some round, but at first glance you can't tell any difference.
Song Fenglin hesitated for a long time, gave up on speaking in a field that he could not delve into, and just raised his hands in surrender: "How about buying them all?"
Chen Yun criticized him: "This is the most perfunctory solution."
Song Fenglin couldn't bear such a crime, so he pushed up his glasses and said, "Let me take another look."
When he looked at me, his face was full of bitterness and hatred. If you didn't know him, you would think he was picking a grudge against LV.
Chen Yun was really having a hard time trying to hold back her laughter, and felt that it was really a torture for him, so she interrupted him: "Your eyebrows are almost twisted off."
Song Fenglin reached out and touched his brow, and accidentally dropped his glasses to the ground.
For people with severe myopia, this frame has become a part of the body. It feels strange when not wearing it, and I subconsciously touch it on the ground.
Chen Yun wanted to help him pick it up, and their heads bumped into each other.
She was lighter and sat directly on the ground with her skirt blooming like a flower.
Song Fenglin remained motionless and pulled her aside: "Are you okay?"
Chen Yun felt more confused than in pain and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She used the force to stand up and her gaze stopped on his eyes.
When Song Fenglin was young, he always wore shabby clothes that didn't fit him. Adolescence was therefore inseparable from the word inferiority. Anyone who focused their attention on his appearance would obviously make him uneasy.
He felt a little uncomfortable without his glasses, and put them on in a panic.
Chen Yun naturally patted the dust on his hands onto his clothes and said, "You have beautiful eyes, it's a pity to wear glasses."
A suspicious red cloud floated across Song Fenglin's face: "You've said that before."
Chen Yun fell into reminiscence, and as she slowly recalled the past, she turned her back to him.
After all, this sentence is related to the first kiss between two people, so I always feel a little embarrassed.
Song Fenglin knew from her expression that she remembered it, and laughed softly.
Chen Yun laughed so hard that she felt embarrassed and annoyed, and secretly pinched his arm.
Song Fenglin's body was mostly flesh, so he didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to hold her hand.
Chen Yun squinted at him and said, "I want to buy two bags."
Song Fenglin: "Okay."
Agreeing too quickly seems to leave people with less room to maneuver.
Chen Yun thought that she was also sick. Could it be that she could only be happy if she had a stingy husband?
People, you must know how to be content.
She imitated TVB's tone and recited in her mind, then took another step forward.
Song Fenglin talked to her: "Do you want to take the kids out to play this weekend?"
Chen Yun: "It seems there is a new children's park. Let me search for it."
She lowered her head to look at her phone, and Song Fenglin felt left out again.
He is actually very clingy and wants to come up with thousands of words to attract her attention, but he is really not good at it.
Fortunately, God gave him a chance, and he said, "It's our turn."
Chen Yun put the matter aside for the time being and went into the store to show the salesgirl pictures of several bags she liked.
She picked things out quickly, but was in a dilemma when she made up her mind: "It seems like any of them will do."
Song Fenglin showed the payment code: "Buy them all."
Seeing that there were customers willing to pay, the salesgirl encouraged them even more enthusiastically.
Chen Yun still hesitated: "It's a bit of a waste."
Song Fenglin: "Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and National Day, just three gifts."
Who gives gifts during Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day? The couple doesn’t have this habit.
Chen Yun: "You really advance every festival."
Song Fenglin: "It's rare."
Since he is so proactive, it would be a bit ungrateful to refuse.
Chen Yun pointed and said, "I like these two more."
Song Fenglin: "Then I still owe you one."
Not only do I spend money on this trip, I also end up with extra debt.
Chen Yun got the advantage and still acted cute: "You really don't know how to be frugal and manage the household."
Song Fenglin: "Well, I can't live alone."
He even felt that in his life before he met her, he was just a living body walking around, and even his soul was empty.
Knowing that his nice words were not just sweet talk, Chen Yun occasionally had the illusion of falling into another world.
When she was a teenager, she believed in love very much and believed the plots in idol dramas. She thought all marriages could last for decades.
However, the daily necessities of life will indeed wear away many things, and the secular world traps most people with children, houses and money.
Those young lovers who have been together till now may only end up with trivial matters.
Under such circumstances, Chen Yun is still loved.
Is this possible? She couldn't believe it herself, as if she could only feel relieved when she got the opposite answer.
After paying, Song Fenglin came back and saw her standing there with a conflicted look on her face. He asked, "Are there any other items you like?"
Chen Yun came back to her senses instantly: "No, I want to eat an ice cream cone."
After all, what we care about most is food.
Song Fenglin: "Let's go then."
He was carrying two bags with big logos, and he couldn't walk like this all day.
Chen Yun: "I'll store them first."
Song Fenglin thought he was going to the service desk, but he didn't expect there were self-service lockers now.
He said, "So advanced."
Speaking like a caveman, Chen Yun snapped her fingers quietly and said, "It's the 21st century."
He muttered again: "Why is it always a 'dud'?"
Sometimes she likes to learn some small skills, such as blowing a hooligan whistle at home.
Song Fenglin remembered that she was very enthusiastic in bragging for a while and was even scolded by her mother-in-law for it.
Because according to the customs of the elders, whistling at night will attract thieves.
To be honest, I don't know how the two can be equated.
However, all the rules in the family are based on the habits of the previous generation. The couple usually claim to be staunch materialists, but most of the time they still follow the same pattern and even forbid their children to point at the moon.
It proves the saying that didn’t make sense before - you won’t understand until you become a parent.
Even if something is not scientific, we are afraid of causing any harm to our children.
When his thoughts reached this point, Song Fenglin pulled back the string in his mind that had gone astray.
He put his thumb and index finger together: "Look at me."
Like a peacock spreading its tail, its invisible tail is raised high, as if it wants to make a noise that will cause complaints.
But Chen Yun was quite adoring: "Great, I just can't type out the same crisp sound as you do."
Song Fenglin compared the two people's hands: "Are your nails longer?"
Chen Yun is good at finding external inducements and refuses to admit that she is indeed not good enough: "It must be."
It's as if after I cut my nails I'm the first person in the world to snap my fingers.
Of course Song Fenglin agreed with her, and after a further chat the two of them naturally forgot about the matter.
The whole day was filled with such insignificant little things that, if you were to be serious, became episodes in a matter of years.
The only thing worth remembering was receiving the final payment for the share transfer.
This money may seem like a lot, but after paying off the remaining mortgage, there will be almost nothing left.
The couple could only count the zeros in their bank text messages to satisfy themselves, and then take the whole family out for a meal in the evening.
I ate McDonald's and drank milk tea.
Everyone consumes calories, but Song Fenglin is the only one who counts them honestly.
Just based on this point, eight-pack abs are just around the corner.
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