Chapter 39 Thirty-nine Doesn't Matter
After hesitating for a while, Song Fenglin was a little anxious when he went out.
It happened that he rarely drove and he forgot to turn at the intersection. He drove two miles in one breath before he found a place to turn around. When he arrived at the stadium, the leader had just finished his speech.
Several lights illuminated at the same time, and the audience clapped absent-mindedly, with the background music still playing the song from the entrance ceremony of the sports meeting.
How should I put it? It really felt like rekindling my youth.
Song Fenglin thought back to his time in college.
In fact, he rarely has any nostalgic feelings about his student days, because being financially capable is far more important than being eighteen years old.
However, perhaps the older I get, the more tolerant I become towards memories. Those days that I longed to end quickly have appeared more and more frequently recently, as if I could sip out the taste of saccharin if I pursed my lips.
Greasy, but also sweet.
After all, Song Fenglin has reached the age where he feels good when he sees these youthful faces, as if he himself has become full of energy.
He was in a good mood. He found a seat and sat down while sending a message to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan replied: [Let’s chat in the corridor]
Didn’t he ask us to come and watch the game? Why did we go outside to chat? Song Fenglin had no choice but to hunch back and go out again.
He didn't pay attention when he just went in, but now he saw Zhao Yan standing at the edge of the entrance, and opposite him was Wang Fang, their college classmate.
Although I can remember the person and his name, I have no idea of his current situation.
Zhao Yan and Wang Fang happened to be talking about this topic. They both looked at the newcomer and greeted him together.
One said, "Wang Fang, do you still remember him?"
One said: "Feng Lin, long time no see."
Song Fenglin answered them one by one.
"Remember."
"It's been a long time. I haven't seen you since graduation."
Wang Fang: "I went to the United States to work right after graduation and only came back two months ago."
He was the representative of the sponsor today, and he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance before entering the venue.
As if he was going to the United States to wash dishes, Zhao Yan said: "When CA came to recruit people, almost everyone in our class went for the interview, and you were the only one who got in."
It is an old Internet company and is still a well-known brand in Silicon Valley.
Wang Fang said modestly: "It's just that everyone doesn't want to go. I remember Feng Lin passed."
Song Fenglin nodded in a daze: "The result came out late, and I have already signed the tripartite agreement. It's not good to break the promise."
He added: "At that time, I thought I would have a chance to go in the future. I have never been to the United States at this age."
Wang Fang: "That place isn't that good either. We still have to stay in China."
He sighed again: "I feel that things have really changed a lot after coming back this time. I can't keep up with the times."
The three of them chatted about all sorts of things on this topic. Although they came to watch the game, they didn't sit in the audience for long.
We didn't have enough fun chatting, so we wanted to go have lunch after the show. Unfortunately, the middle-aged people all had things to do, so we had to create a group and make an appointment to meet another day.
If you miss the natural atmosphere at that time, it will become difficult to make an invitation next time.
Even the socially awkward Song Fenglin knew that the so-called "see you some other time" was just an excuse, but he didn't expect that Zhao Yan would actually organize a small-scale college reunion a few days later.
To be honest, Zhao Yan himself didn't expect that he could get together several old classmates who were working in Ningjiang this time.
He was particularly active in the temporary group, fearing that everyone would not be able to match faces and names the next day, so he dug out all his college photos from somewhere and flooded the screen with them.
The technology at that time was not advanced enough, and looking back more than ten years later, everything seems blurry.
Song Fenglin zoomed in and out, finding himself in the corners, but he was still unsure, so he handed the phone to his wife and asked, "Who do you think this looks like?"
The children had just fallen asleep. Chen Yun cherished the time she had to watch TV freely. She turned her head and glanced: "Isn't it you?"
Song Fenglin: "That should be it."
Chen Yun swore: "You are not wearing glasses, I will definitely not be wrong."
Song Fenglin is severely myopic and can only see his facial features clearly by looking into a mirror.
Instead, he was more impressed by how he looked wearing glasses. He held the frame and asked, "Are my eyes really that different from others?"
When Chen Yun was mentioned, she sighed: "People say that daughters look like their fathers, but how come the star-like eyes have nothing to do with you."
Is it such a pity? Song Fenglin suddenly asked: "How about I go and do a laser treatment?"
He gestured with his thumb and fingers, childishly pretending to make hand gestures, and made biubiubiu sounds with his mouth.
Normally he wasn't this kind of person, so Chen Yun couldn't help laughing: "Can you do it without glasses?"
According to current sayings, Song Fenglin still bears many shadows of his original family.
For a long time he wore ill-fitting clothes, which made him look poor. Even now he still feels a moment of nervousness when someone looks at him.
Glasses are like a protective color for him, blocking out everything.
To be honest, even he himself was not sure, and hesitantly said: "Okay."
Chen Yun sometimes seems like a doting parent: "Then don't make it hard on yourself."
What Song Fenglin is best at is making things difficult for himself, and this sentence is more like a horn of encouragement.
He took off his glasses, saying goodbye to this "old friend" in advance, and said, "Look at me."
Chen Yun turned her head: "What... happened?"
She didn't realize that the distance between them was only a breath. The last word was squeezed out from between her lips and teeth, her chin naturally raised slightly, and the back of her head almost hit the wall.
Song Fenglin was afraid that she would really bump into him, so he stretched out his hand as if to pinch the back of her neck: "Be careful."
Then he said, "Doesn't this look better?"
His recent weight loss has been quite effective. His face has become smaller and his facial features have become bigger. His already bright eyes have become even deeper.
There was only one person reflected in her pupils, but Chen Yun just wanted to cover them with her hand. She glanced down and said, "It's beautiful, but it depends on your habits."
Who can say that putting one's own will first is not a good thing? Song Fenglin's shoulders slumped silently: "Sometimes I feel like you don't care what decision I make."
Apologies would be transformed into a certain degree of indulgence and consideration. Chen Yun's heart trembled, and she held on to her confidence: "Is it wrong to want you to choose the one you like?"
What could she do wrong? Song Fenglin murmured, "I just want to do what you like."
He secretly despised the fact that a middle-aged man was still being pretentious. He withdrew his hand and shrugged indifferently, "What we say doesn't count. I have a high degree of alcohol, so I might not be able to do it."
You have to go down the slope. Chen Yun: "Then listen to the doctor."
He slapped his thigh again exaggeratedly: "Xingxing and Yangyang have to go for an eye examination next week, you can ask them."
Song Fenglin nodded, but felt it was a bit boring.
He felt tired all over, put on his glasses to try to hide his emotions, and stood up: "I'm going to take a shower."
Chen Yun stared at his back in a daze, and suddenly seemed to remember something and went into the room to see how the children were sleeping.
The brother and sister still sleep in weird positions, and their muscles and bones are so soft that people want to send them to gymnastics practice.
Chen Yun wanted to laugh just by looking at her, as a mother’s heart was full of love.
She unconsciously slowed down her movements and lifted her daughter's feet off her brother's head.
Chen Xingyue probably noticed something, and she whimpered twice and turned over angrily.
Chen Yun patted her gently through the quilt to comfort her, and after a while she tiptoed out of the children's room, went to the living room, turned off the lights, and locked the doors and windows.
This kind of silence makes people feel like they are the only one left in the world, and they feel inexplicably nervous.
She remembered all the stories about monsters and ghosts, and rushed into the master bedroom as if a dog was chasing her.
Song Fenglin wiped his hair: "What's wrong?"
His hair was messy, but in just the right way.
Chen Yun thought that no matter whether it was a man or a woman, a hairstyle that was casually done looked better. She touched her heart, which was beating a little fast, and said, "It's so dark outside."
Song Fenglin: "What did you do this afternoon?"
It sounded a bit irrelevant, but Chen Yun knew what he meant and said, "I read a novel about catching ghosts."
Then she would have to wait three to five days for the dark to pass. Song Fenglin: "Then lie down, I'll blow dry your hair and then turn off the light."
The hair dryer was making a loud noise, and Chen Yun actually fell asleep right on the pillow.
She curled up into a ball out of habit, as peaceful as when she first came into the world, as if nothing had happened before she went to sleep.
Well, there was nothing wrong in the first place, it was just my sensitive and fragile emotions that were causing trouble.
Song Fenglin lay down next to her, suppressed his messy thoughts, and thought: You won't get love by being unreasonable.
This sentence was the nightmare itself to him. He did not sleep well the whole night and got up to exercise when it was almost dawn.
He has lost a lot of weight recently, and his knees' ability to bear the load has improved, so he took a jog in the park just in time to buy breakfast.
The breakfast lady at the entrance of the community was very good at recognizing people. As soon as she saw him, she said warmly, "Grandma Xingxing just came."
Song Fenglin had lived with the two elders for a long time, so he said thank you and went home.
As expected, he saw luggage all over the floor when he opened the door. He couldn't help laughing, "Dad, Mom, your flight is at about twelve o'clock."
Liu Yingxia: "We have to leave early, what if there's a traffic jam?"
There are always traffic jams in Ningjiang, but it’s not so early.
Song Fenglin was about to say something else, but Chen Yun stopped him: "Let them go. They are waiting for the flight in the VIP lounge anyway, with food and drinks available."
Even if I hadn't said it, Liu Yingxia wouldn't have thought of nagging a few words, and immediately followed up: "It's only three hours, why buy a first-class seat? It's a waste of money."
Chen Yongzhong also said: "In fact, the train ride doesn't take long. Summer vacation air tickets are so expensive."
It's worth it no matter how expensive it is. Chen Yun: "Not a single cent I spend on you is wasted."
Another wink.
Ten years of married life have cultivated the tacit understanding that should be there. Song Fenglin: "I asked Chen Yun to buy it. Just make sure you sit comfortably."
Since the son-in-law said so, the old couple could only praise him for being filial.
The praises hadn't finished yet, Chen Yun couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help making faces behind her parents' backs, seeming quite unconvinced.
It was as if she had eyes on the back of her head and Liu Yingxia just turned her head around.
She caught her daughter's little trick and slapped her in annoyance.
Chen Yun immediately fell to the ground and tried to extort five hundred yuan from her father's pocket for medical expenses.
Chen Yongzhong realized it belatedly and shook his empty wallet: "That's not right, how come I'm the only one who suffered a loss?"
Chen Yun put her hands behind her back and moved towards her "amulet", looking like a miser: "Anyway, I only take in money and never spend it out."
She was walking backwards and accidentally stepped on Song Fenglin.
Song Fenglin lowered his head and spoke right into her ear: "How much do you plan to compensate me?"
Chen Yun said righteously: "I don't have any money, but I have my life."
His neck was raised high, as if saying "Come and chop me".
At this point in the play, no one could hold back their laughter.
Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were awakened by the noise in the living room. They rubbed their eyes and stood in the corridor to watch.
Maybe I can't understand the happiness of adults, and little question marks are popping up in my head.
Perhaps years later, they will smile when they think of this morning.
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