Chapter 37: Magical Realism
I don’t know if it was because she brought up things she didn’t want to recall at night, or because she had slept for a while in the beauty salon, but Chen Yun tossed and turned in bed at night.
Song Fenglin was a light sleeper, so he noticed her movement and asked, "Can't you sleep?"
Chen Yun didn't want to talk much, so she said once and for all: "You are not allowed to talk or move."
She seemed to be in a bad mood. Did the mother and daughter have a fight at night?
Song Fenglin thought that it shouldn't happen, and stretched out his arm to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table.
As soon as the screen lit up, Chen Yun turned her head.
The hair on the back of her head is messy, a bit like a cactus.
Song Fenglin had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack and gently stroked her hair with his empty hand.
Chen Yun was itching all over, so she moved to the edge of the bed and said, "Just go to sleep."
Song Fenglin poked the screen of his phone a few times: "Look at your phone."
In fact, he didn't have many new tricks. Chen Yun didn't even need to look at him before asking, "Do you have more than 500 yuan in WeChat balance?"
Song Fenglin: "It's not a red envelope."
Then he said humbly, "Let's take a look."
Okay, Chen Yun turned on the bedside lamp first, and the warm yellow light suddenly illuminated the whole world.
She squinted her eyes subconsciously and yawned: "Now my expectations have been raised."
The subtext was probably something like "I'll beat you up if you're disappointed", but Song Fenglin was quite confident: "You'll like it."
Chen Yun exclaimed, "It seems like men become arrogant when they have money."
She thought that people who didn't work would have more time to spend money, so after paying off the mortgage, she left 100,000 yuan in his card as a reserve.
Song Fenglin was a little embarrassed: "It's not an expensive item."
Chen Yun doesn't just like expensive things, but the first things that come to her mind are things that can be bought with money.
She picked up her phone and looked at the picture in the chat box between the two of them. She said, "Isn't this that one, that one?"
Song Fenglin followed up: "Yes, that one."
Chen Yun had seen this before, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. She couldn't utter the word she wanted, so she simply skipped it: "Does this require running to exchange for medals?"
Song Fenglin: "Walking is also fine."
He added: "The platform is to earn registration fees. If it only allows running, there will definitely not be that many people participating."
How can you suddenly say that your efforts are worthless? Chen Yun: "Not everyone is willing to walk."
She smiled happily: "Sakura is so pretty, I used to love this cartoon so much."
Song Fenglin remembered this incident and downloaded the software immediately after seeing the poster on his WeChat Moments that day.
He said, "There are three pieces of this joint, and I wanted to collect them all and show them to you."
Chen Yun joked: "Just take a look?"
Song Fenglin: "All for you."
He added: "We have to wait for the courier to arrive."
Although it’s just a picture now, Chen Yun is also happy.
She moved towards him sheepishly: "I was in a bad mood just now."
Song Fenglin: "What about now?"
Chen Yun pinched two fingers carefully and said calmly: "It's a little better now."
Song Fenglin thought she was cute and smiled, "Are we going to sleep then?"
Chen Yun nodded and asked again: "Don't you want to know why?"
Song Fenglin: "Do you want to say something?"
Chen Yun pulled the quilt higher: "I won't tell you."
Maybe because the voice is so tender, it sounds more like she is acting coquettishly.
Song Fenglin liked to hug her with the quilt on, and felt a sense of satisfaction from being filled.
He said, "Okay, I'm glad you're not angry anymore."
Emotions themselves are things that come and go without a trace, and sometimes make people angry for no reason.
Chen Yun always felt sorry for such thoughtfulness. With the lights turned off, she had nothing to say and fell asleep in silence.
In her dream, she seemed to fall into the sea. The next day, she woke up and took deep breaths to calm her heart which was pounding from getting up too quickly.
What's going on so early in the morning?
She put on a lively song while washing her hair.
Song Fenglin has been getting up early to exercise recently, and there is no warmth left in the bed at this time.
He came back from exercise and brought breakfast. Seeing that the living room was empty, he quietly opened the door and heard some noises. "Are you up?"
Chen Yun mercilessly slapped the skin care products and replied, "It's up."
It was just a typical nonsense question and answer. Song Fenglin smiled and went to wake up the two children.
There was nothing to do in the past two days, so the brother and sister always got up earlier than the chickens to play, but they refused to cooperate when there was something to do.
Song Fenglin finally dragged them all to the dining table and said helplessly, "Mom is coming."
He doesn't like to use this trick, but sometimes he has no choice.
Chen Xingyue said coquettishly: "I'm so sleepy."
She lay on the table and pretended to snore, which made her brother laugh.
Chen Xinyang was just following his sister. He lay down on the ground and said, "I'm sleepy too."
Song Fenglin ignored their requests and poured the water: "I ate the dumplings."
Chen Xinyang jumped up and said, "I want to eat!"
It’s always better if someone grabs it. Chen Xingyue raised her hand: “I want one too.”
The two of them sat there obediently. When Chen Yun came out and saw them, she was very satisfied and praised them again and again.
She finished her portion and was about to go out. When she was putting on her shoes at the entrance, Song Fenglin followed her with a look on his face saying, "I have something to say, ask quickly."
While Chen Yun was checking whether she had everything in her bag, she watched him purse his lips out of the corner of her eye.
She put on her hat and said deliberately, "Let's go."
Song Fenglin quickly grabbed him, then let go: "Well, go slowly on the road."
Chen Yun couldn't hold it in anymore and patted him on the shoulder: "Comrade Song Fenglin made great contributions this morning. I commend him on behalf of the organization."
The goal was achieved, but Song Fenglin was embarrassed.
He took the initiative to open the door and waved: "Bye."
Chen Yun high-fived him, walked to the elevator and turned back to tease, "Little boy, you can go in now."
Song Fenglin touched his ears with his hands, smiled shyly, and waited until the elevator went down before closing the door.
After a snap, he turned around to clean up the table, shouting, "Just play for ten minutes, and I'll be out in ten minutes."
Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang responded loudly, showing no resistance to the summer classes. Instead, they happily put on their backpacks and got ready.
Song Fenglin took a while to change his clothes, but was urged by the two of them.
Judging from the situation, it was the children who were dragging their father outside. If you didn't know, you would think they were going to an amusement park.
He thought that they really had the same positive and studious spirit as he did when he was young. He was very pleased to send them to the summer class and looked back twice when he left.
Chen Xingyue attended the kindergarten-primary school transition class with a friend she knew. The two little girls huddled together and chattered.
Chen Xinyang’s English class focuses on play-based education. As soon as he enters the classroom, he squats down to look for toys.
No one paid any attention to their father, each of them was excited in their own way.
Song Fenglin stood aside and watched for a while before going to Zhao Yan's house.
When he arrived, four students were sitting in a row on the sofa in the living room, their hands placed in a regular pattern on their thighs.
Zhao Yan was saying: "If you are in this state, don't participate in the competition..."
The more Song Fenglin talked about it, the more familiar it sounded to him, and it reminded him of his student days.
However, he had never been targeted by a teacher with similar words, so he took out his mobile phone calmly to look at it.
After watching for a while, both camps were interrupted by the crying of a child.
Zhao Yan: "I'm going to make the milk powder. Feng Lin, you help them correct their homework."
It was probably a bit interesting to see the teacher being serious one second and cooking the next. The students tried their best to press the corners of their mouths down.
Song Fenglin pretended not to notice: "Take out all your computers."
The dining table was cleared in advance and was just big enough to hold everyone's things.
Perhaps it was because the new "teacher" hadn't had his personality figured out yet, so everyone behaved very honestly.
Zhao Yan was like a surveillance camera, walking back and forth three steps away holding his little daughter.
He didn't say much the whole morning, and only asked after all the students had left, "Are you tired?"
The question was quite strange. Song Fenglin said, "If you need anything from me, just tell me."
Zhao Yan: "I need your help with this matter now."
He hesitated again: "I was so distracted yesterday that I forgot to ask you to ask your wife if she agrees with you coming. After all, it's summer vacation and the kids are at home."
Song Fenglin was stunned: "I forgot to ask first."
It was like she was mumbling to herself, "She never seemed to object to anything I did."
The two were so close that they could hear each other even if they lowered their voices. Zhao Yan: "Stop showing off your affection."
Then he said more seriously: "To be honest, it's my fault for not considering it. It doesn't matter if you can't come. Let's just be honest with each other."
Song Fenglin took out his phone and held it up: "Look for yourself, my wife just sent it to me."
Zhao Yan saw a sentence: "Don't come back at noon."
He was horrified: "Why did I kick you out of the house?"
No, he has no ability to understand.
Song Fenglin: "You want me to help you here for a whole day."
How is that possible? Zhao Yan: "How come you don't understand what I'm saying?"
Then he said anxiously, "No, no, I'll go to your house and apologize to your sister-in-law."
He never forgets to take advantage of others. Song Fenglin reminded him again: "I am older than you."
He simply dialed the voice: "Let you hear it with your own ears."
Zhao Yan was afraid of hearing them arguing, so he took a step back.
Song Fenglin said helplessly: "It's really not the case."
The moment he answered the phone, he said, "Are you busy?"
Chen Yun was making a cake, and the sound of tools colliding was crisp.
She raised her voice lively: "What's the matter~"
Song Fenglin: "Just to tell you, I won't be going back for lunch."
Chen Yun: “Okay.”
I didn't know what was going on over there. After a few noisy noises, she continued, "Would you like to eat the mango lasagna I made today? If you do, I'll ask Dada to bring it over later."
Song Fenglin: "Eat."
Just talk, who are you showing off your phone to?
Zhao Yan hit him, and after the couple finished talking, he said, "It's good that they didn't quarrel. To be honest, if this were my wife, she would leave me hungry if she didn't do her own housework and went to help others."
Song Fenglin was sharp and pointed when he needed to be: "Sister-in-law, are you afraid that we will quarrel?"
Zhao Yan: "She scolded me last night, saying that I didn't consider that everyone has a family and it's not enough to cause trouble to others."
He later thought it made sense, so he came to make amends today.
Song Fenglin: "It's OK recently. If my parents go back to their hometown in two weeks, I won't be able to help them."
That's great. Zhao Yan sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Your wife is considerate and your elders are helpful. You have suffered a lot in the first half of your life."
He muttered again: "Luckily I really know you, otherwise if someone told me, it would sound like something made up by the government to persuade people to get married."
Song Fenglin: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
Of course not, Zhao Yan: "It's a bit magical, you know? Just like watching "Home with Kids" when I was a kid."
Everyone has their own emotions, and these subtleties make the family a whole that is difficult to unify but tries to be coordinated.
If the whole thing fits perfectly, Zhao Yan said, "Then your house is now a masterpiece of magical realism, an unrepeatable masterpiece."
What the hell is going on? Song Fenglin pointed at his little daughter who was about to cry and said, "Go and hold the child."
Zhao Yan wailed: "Why is there only reality here?"
Song Fenglin: "Because the master is in my house."
Having said that, he now misses his wife a little.
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