Chapter 38 Thirty-Eight Hugs
At this moment, Chen Yun was waiting to pick up her daughter.
Chen Xingyue performed very well in the piano class this afternoon and was praised several times by the teacher. As soon as she left the classroom, she boasted loudly to her mother, with her tail held high.
Chen Yun pinched the child's round face and said, "You are awesome, baby."
He held her hand again: "Say goodbye to Teacher Li."
Chen Xingyue waved happily, then skipped out with a book in her arms, totally ignoring the fact that she was wearing a skirt today.
Chen Yun called her: "Slow down, be careful of the cars."
Chen Xingyue paused, not because she was obedient, but because of the heat blowing in her face.
She said exaggeratedly: "Mom, I'm going to evaporate!"
Oh, you also know what evaporation is.
Chen Yun put the hat on her and said, "We'll just walk for a while. It's okay."
Chen Xingyue carefully stepped out with one foot, then quickly pulled it back: "Mom, I'm burned now."
These kids are talking nonsense all day long.
Chen Yuncai didn't respond and asked, "My brother will be out of school in half an hour. Do you want to go home or wait for him with me?"
Her brother’s Lego class is in the mall, and the little girl has her own plans in mind.
Chen Xingyue said without hesitation: "Wait for my brother."
How could I not know about my own child?
Chen Yun read the true meaning of her expression and thought that summer vacation was indeed a money-spending hole.
She said nothing and walked out with her daughter.
Chen Xingyue no longer minds the sun. She can take two steps and then sprint. A thin layer of sweat soon appears on her forehead.
Chen Yun was afraid that she would catch a cold in the mall due to the alternating temperatures, so she grabbed her clothes and said, "Walk carefully."
Chen Xingyue flapped her arms twice and muttered something incoherently.
She spoke quickly and frequently, and she was missing a front tooth and there was air leaking out. Sometimes Chen Yun couldn't hear clearly what she was saying, but she still put on a sincere look.
Chen Xingyue didn't care either.
She satisfied her desire to talk, and when she entered the mall, all she had left was her desire to shop.
Chen Yun first gave her some advice: "You can only spend fifty yuan."
Chen Xingyue is already very good at numbers and can do addition and subtraction within 100 with ease.
However, she still had a very clear concept of money, and her eyes sparkled: "It's a lot."
It's the same RMB, but it depends on where in China you spend it. Once it's spent in this shopping mall, it's probably like sugar sprinkled in the sea.
Chen Yun estimated that she would have to catch the doll in the end, and said, "Well, spend it slowly."
Chen Xingyue was not in a hurry. She walked around several stores that interested her. She would pick up anything she liked and take a look at the price. She would put it back if she found it was beyond her budget.
To be honest, just this pitiful little look was enough to make Chen Yun feel sick.
But she had to stick to her principles and calculated the time: "Go pick up my brother first, and come back later to pick."
Chen Xingyue nodded, and remembered to ask: "Can he buy things too?"
Keep things fair, especially things like this that are visible.
Chen Yun: “Of course.”
Chen Xingyue: "Then my brother can buy that Crayon Shin-chan."
Is it her or her brother who wants to buy it? Chen Yun: "That requires my brother's consent."
At Chen Xingyue's age, she is very good at fooling her younger brother.
Chen Xinyang has no opinion of his own and doesn't know that the power is in his hands.
When he heard his sister say that Crayon Shin-chan was good, he agreed without much hesitation.
Chen Yun felt that it was not right and repeatedly confirmed: "Do you really want it?"
The more he asked, the more Chen Xinyang liked it.
Chen Yun didn't know how to respond and wondered whether this was something she should intervene in.
Even today, after having children, she still doesn’t dare to say that she has learned how to be a mother, and is often troubled by the question of “what kind of education is right?”
Talk to parents and they have zero experience with balancing two children.
When I talked to my friends, I found that most of my peers have not yet started to face this problem.
The only person who has a common language on this matter is probably the other half who has raised the children together with them. It just so happens that Song Fenglin is a father who is very willing to spend time with the children.
When Chen Yun talked to him about this, they hit it off immediately and the two of them chatted extensively under the quilt.
I forgot who started talking about what happened when my daughter was just born.
No matter how equally parents treat their children, the first child always means something different to them.
Chen Yun now thinks: "Time flies."
Song Fenglin suddenly asked: "How do you want to celebrate the tenth anniversary?"
Chen Yun knew he was talking about the wedding anniversary: "It's still a few months away."
Then he asked, "Do you want to be special?"
In previous years, the couple would go out for a meal, and if there was time, they would watch a movie or go shopping.
Song Fenglin didn't have any idea at first, so he just mentioned it casually.
However, he subconsciously thought that the tenth anniversary had a different meaning than previous years, and said, "I have more free time this year, so I can celebrate it."
Chen Yun: "Okay, then you can plan it when you are free."
After saying that, he felt that his attitude was too indifferent, and then added: "I'll wait and see."
Song Fenglin: "Okay."
As he spoke, Chen Yun reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness.
For some reason his heart skipped a beat, as if it had briefly skipped a beat.
Chen Yun knew nothing about this and yawned: "Good night."
It was very late, Song Fenglin glanced at the time.
He thought that only matters concerning children could make her so excited and talkative, and he didn't know when he would have such luck again.
She gave birth to her.
They have the closest connection in the world and are blessed with unique conditions. Song Fenglin knows that those who come later cannot surpass them, so he moves closer to her and says, "Good night."
It's hot in summer and the air conditioner in the room has been turned to the lowest temperature.
Chen Yun felt a little annoyed by the crowd, but it didn't affect her good sleep.
Life for the next week or so seems to be similar to today, making people sometimes wonder what year it is.
If Chen Yun hadn't seen Song Fenglin's weight curve going straight down every day, she would have thought that time had stopped for a while.
She stared at the graph and calculated numbers secretly every day. She got up early and spent a long time calculating addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. She couldn't help but sigh: "You have lost 20 pounds."
Song Fenglin: "So you want to pinch me?"
Chen Yun took back her hand and said confidently, "Yes."
He stood on the scale again: "Not bad, I also lost 0.3 catties."
Her base is small, so this slight change is not noticeable at all.
But Song Fenglin still praised her: "The face has become smaller too."
But forget it, Chen Yun jumped down: "I didn't even notice that your face got smaller."
Song Fenglin was eager to show off his achievements, so he stepped forward and said, "There is still a little bit."
I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t wear glasses now or because he lost weight. Chen Yun: “My eyes are bigger.”
He took another step back and looked at it carefully: "Now it feels like your facial features have suddenly grown. Looking at it this way, Yangyang looks a bit like you."
Not to mention her, Song Fenglin even felt a little unfamiliar when looking at himself in the mirror.
He touched his face and slowly raised his hand to the corners of his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chen Yun snapped her fingers in a failed attempt: "Come back to your senses. If you don't leave now, you'll be late."
Zhao Yan took his students to participate in a competition today, which was held at the Information Center of Ningjiang University. He also got a ticket for Song Fenglin.
This reminder made him remember why he came into the house and asked, "Are there any other belts in the house? Mine is broken."
He usually doesn't wear a belt because he thinks it's too tight.
But now every pair of pants is crumbling and I have no choice but to give them up.
Chen Yun: "Then you can only use mine first, or go get one from dad."
It's quite troublesome to make another trip.
Song Fenglin: "Use yours."
Chen Yun picked out an expensive one for him and gestured: "It looks like it needs two holes."
Song Fenglin hesitated: "Is this Gi?"
Chen Yun: "It can't be damaged. I have the tools at home."
Song Fenglin: "Is there anything cheaper?"
He was still afraid that it would be damaged, and thought it would be such a waste to waste such a good thing.
Chen Yun thought that no matter how good it was, it was only for use, so she said, "This is it. Don't move. I'll measure where to drill the hole."
She opened her arms and hugged Song Fenglin's waist in an embrace, her upper body slightly leaning forward against his chest, she stood on tiptoe with her chin resting on his shoulder, and wanted to look back.
This series of actions was so smooth and natural that it seemed as if they had been done thousands of times.
To be honest, this posture is not convenient for measurement at all, and it may easily cause other "accidents".
Song Fenglin subconsciously put his arm around her waist and gathered his strength.
Chen Yun was stunned for a moment.
She was not someone who had just gotten married on the first day, and she knew exactly what this meant, so she whispered his name, half wanting to break free.
This was simply adding fuel to the fire, and Song Fenglin seemed to feel an electric current.
He closed his eyes tightly and said gently, "I know you don't want to, but don't move. I'll do it slowly."
Chen Yun stuttered for some reason: "Well, I, I think the child is still outside, and, you, you're going to be late."
Song Fenglin: "Yeah, I know."
His calmness was like a needle that pierced through Chen Yun's excuses.
She stammered, "I..."
In the end, no one could figure it out.
After her son was born, she lost interest in married life. Her refusal once or twice could be attributed to objective conditions not allowing it, but her intentions after three or four times were very obvious.
Song Fenglin consulted a doctor privately, who thought it was probably a postpartum sequelae. He suggested that the husband should pay more attention and accompany the child, and wait for time to heal. If the relationship between the couple is really affected, they can go to the doctor together.
To be honest, Song Fenglin didn't feel affected.
He used to work overtime a lot, and often got home in the middle of the night. When he lay in bed, he didn't know where his soul was, and he didn't have any romantic thoughts, so he could understand this kind of desirelessness.
For him, what is important is sleeping in each other's arms every night.
At this moment, she was in his arms, enough to overcome everything.
Perhaps because they had telepathic connection, Chen Yun did not let go of his hand.
But she herself may not understand why.
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