Chapter 35 Thirty-five Untitled
Chen Yun ate lunch in an especially lively manner.
Just as a liar needs more words to cover up his lie, her guilty conscience can only be compensated by certain things.
She talked a lot, one thing after another, and took a break from her busy schedule to eat a few bites of food.
The air conditioner in the room was turned on high. Song Fenglin touched the edge of the bowl and said, "Eat first. It's almost cold."
Chen Yun complained half-truthfully: "I said so much just for you."
She was actually very tired after that morning, but she did this just because she knew he enjoyed the interaction.
Even if it's the person next to you, who knows whose heart is?
Song Fenglin understood that he was happy to see himself, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was a little embarrassed.
Chen Yun's eyes moved downwards guiltily, as if focusing on the cup in front of her.
Song Fenglin was very considerate and refilled her water. When a customer pushed the door in, he could also work part-time as the receptionist and barista. After all, to be honest, he had much more experience in the store than Xiaoxiao.
Of course, if you don't work for a long time, you will still become rusty.
It just so happened that lunch break was a peak time for ordering coffee, and the machine kept spitting out receipts, and he was unable to react for a moment.
Chen Yun quickly finished her lunch and started working with him.
However, the store is not very big to begin with, and most seats are reserved for customers. The aisle behind the bar is not wide, so it seems cramped to accommodate the couple.
Song Fenglin had no choice but to try hard to tighten his stomach to make some space for her to move back and forth, and adjusted his breathing frequency to the minimum.
Chen Yun saw that his face had turned red, and said with a smile: "Alright, alright, be careful not to get too angry."
Song Fenglin: "I'm afraid of crowding you."
It's all soft meat, where can it be squeezed into?
Chen Yun poked him: "It's okay."
In broad daylight, Song Fenglin just felt tingling and numb.
He stood still, and only reacted when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open again. He subconsciously said, "Hello, welcome..."
The second half of the sentence, because it was clear that Xiaoxiao was holding it back.
Xiaoxiao took a long time to eat lunch. She didn't know what was in her mind. Her eyes moved towards the boss and his wife, and she smiled with a mocking look on her face.
Song Fenglin felt a little embarrassed even though he didn't do anything.
He took two steps to clean the table, saying, "Come on."
Xiaoxiao tied on her apron and washed her hands. Under the cover of the sound of water, she said, "Sister, am I back too early?"
Chen Yun usually treated her as a younger sister. She said, "Yes, if you were ten minutes later, your salary would be deducted."
Xiaoxiao looked righteous: "For the sake of CP, everything is worth it..."
What are you knocking on? Without saying anything else, Chen Yun asked first: "You are not here, where are you going to eat?"
Xiaoxiao: "Depends on my imagination."
If it were a comic effect, she should have hearts in her eyes at this moment.
Chen Yun thought that the generation gap between herself and the post-00s generation was probably becoming increasingly difficult to bridge, so she asked curiously, “I heard the other day that you still have a hobby of shipping couples.”
Xiaoxiao didn't have one at first, and sighed, "I was on a blind date recently, and then I realized that you two are such a perfect match."
Also an only daughter who was cherished by her parents, she grew up in Ningjiang where the social sentiment and environment were relatively open, but she was still bound by the old rules in choosing a spouse.
If she finds a boy who is willing to marry into her family's family, his conditions will naturally be much better than hers; if she finds a boy who is willing to do both, the two sides will be in a tug-of-war over whose surname the first child should take; if she enters into marriage according to the old way, her parents will be more or less reluctant.
After all, there wasn't any one that she thought was particularly good.
Her parents also said that she had too many demands and were worried that it would be difficult for her to find a partner when she got a few years older.
Xiaoxiao felt that the rules and regulations she proposed were not excessive, and couldn't help but complain: "Am I a bad person?"
Chen Yun comforted her: "You are still young, there will always be a destiny."
She was surprised to find that her tone had become similar to that of her elders, so she quickly held back the next words.
Xiaoxiao continued on her own: "I don't think I'll ever meet him again."
Then he said, "But you have it, sister. From now on, I will be your number one CP fan. If even you..."
The rest of the sentence was too unlucky, so she hurried to stop the car.
But that didn't stop Chen Yun from hearing it.
In the matter of marriage, she did make a move that everyone thought was a good move, and she said frankly: "Then take advantage of your sister's happiness, and you will be the next one."
Xiaoxiao: "Actually I'm not in a hurry, it's mainly my parents."
He sighed again: "Of course I have to cooperate, otherwise I don't know who will get the lower price for my demolished house."
It was so embarrassing to tell her not to be anxious.
As an only child born in the countryside, Chen Yun once almost couldn't even keep her family's homestead.
She said: "Just hearing the words 'demolished house', I feel like I'm the one who needs more comfort."
Xiaoxiao chuckled: "It's not mine yet."
After some joking, the topic was over.
After Chen Yun finished her work, she made two glasses of iced American coffee and handed one to Song Fenglin.
She didn't say anything, and Song Fenglin didn't notice as he was lowering his head to reply to the message. After a while, he looked up and showed her the screen of his phone: "Hope to find me."
After he left, his former deputy Zhang Xiwang took over.
Chen Yun glanced at the words "He's going crazy again" and said, "It seems that the previous company is still not at peace."
Fair or not, Song Fenglin: "As long as it doesn't affect the payment of non-compete compensation, that's fine."
He looked really calm and composed. Chen Yun hummed and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Fenglin understood what he meant and sighed: "A good life has turned out like this."
Chen Yunge patted his shoulder like a brother and said, "At least you can live a good life."
In the first week after being unemployed, Song Fenglin spent the most time on interpersonal communication in the past ten years, among other things.
His WeChat chat history is filled with words like "envy" from his friends, as if those who don't need to work now are the winners in life.
However, he has been deeply influenced by traditional education over the past thirty years, and his life was once centered around getting into a good university and finding a good job. He never expected the plot to take a sudden turn for the worse, and now he still misses going to work as soon as he opens his eyes.
But in this situation, saying that you haven't had time to appreciate the joy would seem like you have low emotional intelligence.
Song Fenglin felt that he had not stooped to such a low level, so he said, "Yes."
After all, they have been married for almost ten years, how could Chen Yun not know him?
She said, "Don't worry, I can handle your 'retired elderly psychological problems'."
Song Fenglin: "Do I look that old?"
It was obviously a joke, why did you ask it so seriously?
Chen Yun: "What's wrong?"
Song Fenglin hesitated and spoke slowly: "I took my child to play downstairs this morning, and a little kid called me 'Grandpa Yangyang'."
I can't tell that he is the kind of person who would care if children called him by the wrong name. Chen Yun: "It's normal for children to not be able to tell the age of adults."
Song Fenglin: "But she knew you were Yangyang's mother and asked me where you had been."
Chen Yun: "I take your son downstairs to slide down every day. It would be strange if you didn't know who I am."
This seems to be the truth. Song Fenglin was embarrassed: "I am too sensitive."
Then he said, "But I really look much older than you."
Chen Yun said sweetly: "It's mainly because you are carrying the burden for me."
After she turned 30, she had no financial pressure and her parents took care of the housework and childcare, so she was able to still maintain her true self to the greatest extent possible.
There is no such thing as a replacement or not. Song Fenglin: "Even if I hadn't married you, I would have had to go to work."
Chen Yun teased him deliberately: "If it's with someone else, then it won't be necessary?"
Song Fenglin was indeed anxious: "Then it must be with you."
Chen Yun: “That’s not necessarily true.”
Fate is so unpredictable that the gentle flapping of a butterfly's wings can cause a hurricane, or the details that everyone ignored back then may have led to today.
Song Fenglin swore: "It must be."
He added: "I have a hunch that if I hadn't met you, I would still be alone now."
Could this happen? Chen Yun couldn't imagine it.
She feels that love is like fireworks, which are beautiful when they bloom but filled with smoke afterwards. If one does not happen to capture the most beautiful moment to reminisce, the rest of her life will probably be left with only debris.
It’s not her fault that she is pessimistic, but even fairy tales don’t dare to write about what kind of “happy life” the prince and princess lead after they get married.
Could her life be more deviant than the fiction she made it out to be? Chen Yun thought it was impossible.
But time is indeed a good knife, and even a drop of water can wear away a stone.
She now seemed to be slowly beginning to believe that there were things that lasted forever, and she took a step back in fear.
Song Fenglin asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Chen Yun pinched her palm hard, with a little resistance: "Don't ask about a woman's thoughts."
Song Fenglin had a good temper: "My wife always has to ask."
You say he can't coax people with sweet words, but he can always pinch people's tail vertebrae.
Chen Yun was inexplicably listless: "Guessing it correctly is a skill."
Song Fenglin doesn't have this ability, because human hearts are always the most difficult to understand.
He admitted his own shortcomings: "I am too stupid."
Chen Yun didn't want him to get to the bottom of it, so she changed the subject: "Well, can you go across the street and buy an egg waffle, idiot?"
Song Fenglin: "Okay."
As soon as he left, Chen Yun gulped down a large glass of water.
She gripped the glass in her hand so hard that she seemed to be crushing it.
The remaining water shadow swayed, as if it could clearly illuminate people's hearts.
Chen Yun only felt vaguely tempted by the aroma of the egg waffles.
Song Fenglin came and went like the wind, probably wanting to be praised, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Yun tore off a piece of food and stuffed it into his mouth, which was carefully calculating his calorie intake, and waved her hand: "Go home and take care of the children."
Although we have the help of our parents, it is also important to cultivate relationships.
Song Fenglin didn't act reluctant to leave, he was just thinking that the children would go to summer vacation classes in two days, so he would come to the coffee shop to work without punching in.
Absolutely perfect!
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