Chapter 40 She Doesn't Love Me
After breakfast, Song Fenglin drove his father-in-law and mother-in-law, who were restless at home, to the airport.
The journey should have taken half an hour, but due to the morning rush hour, we were stuck on the viaduct and couldn't move forward or backward.
Looking left and right, there are cars everywhere, and horns in front and behind are honking non-stop.
Chen Yongzhong, who was sitting in the back row, closed the slightly ajar window and said, "It won't be blocked until noon, will it?"
Song Fenglin: "No, the roads in and out of the city are the most congested at this time. It will be fine in a while."
The same sentence depends on how you understand it.
Liu Yingxia thought it was a bad time to go out, so she hurriedly asked, "Are you going to have something to do later? Otherwise, let your dad and I go first and we can take a car to the airport by ourselves."
Song Fenglin: "I have a lunch appointment with a friend, so there's no rush."
He tried his best to chat: "Will Uncle pick you up at Xinyao Airport this afternoon?"
Chen Yongzhong: "Yes, we also eat at their house in the evening."
Then count down who else will come to welcome him.
Song Fenglin himself has no relatives, so he goes back to the countryside with his wife every year to celebrate the New Year.
But for someone who only stays there for a few days a year, it is really difficult to figure out the various complicated blood relationships. He was completely confused and gradually couldn't tell who was who.
Liu Yingxia, on the other hand, became excited.
Although she is in Ningjiang, she has been remotely participating in everything in her hometown through WeChat with her mobile phone in hand for many years, and she knows even the trivial family affairs.
The old couple were discussing the recent situation of so-and-so, and also mentioned which relative would visit first, and they were making arrangements in full swing.
Only at this moment, their souls are still exposed in the matter of their homeland.
Even though Song Fenglin knew that the old man lived in the city for the sake of his daughter and the third generation, he was still grateful as the beneficiary.
However, many of the things he said to his wife were just psychological thoughts, and he had no way of expressing himself to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He pursed his lips and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
As long as their son-in-law is around, Liu Yingxia and Chen Yongzhong will have to keep an eye on him. After all, he not only contributes money and effort, but also generously gives the opportunity to continue the family line to the Chen family.
They soon discovered it, exchanged glances silently, and agreed that the terrible traffic jam was annoying.
Really, if I had known earlier, it would have been more convenient to take the subway.
Liu Yingxia deeply regretted that she did not insist at that time. Just when she was about to find something to talk to her son-in-law, her cell phone rang.
When she picked up the phone she spoke in authentic dialect, and it sounded like her sister-in-law was asking her where she had gone since she left.
She was so warm and friendly as if she was looking forward to it day and night, but as far as Song Fenglin knew, there must have been a lot of dirty things between them in their early years.
Chen Yun sometimes secretly complained to her husband: "My mother used to not even let me eat my second aunt's candy."
Now they seem to be each other's most loyal allies and can talk for a long time in one video.
The theme sometimes contains boasting and sarcastic remarks, which makes it hard to tell who is friend or foe.
But no matter what, the two women who are not related by blood have now become the main connecting points between the two big families.
Song Fenglin is a link in this connection. When his name is called, he greets the screen.
Judging from his poor dialect skills, the subsequent content was probably just a vague attempt to show off how considerate his son-in-law was.
Song Fenglin himself did not think that sending his elders to the airport was a thoughtful act that was worth publicizing.
But compared to the year he just got married and was praised by his relatives from his hometown almost to the point of writing a book and a monument for washing dishes, his expression now no longer seems so embarrassed. He continues to hold the steering wheel quietly and move forward slowly and steadily.
After passing an intersection, the traffic gradually decreased, but it was congested again at the entrance to the airport parking lot.
Because of the delay, by the time he finished checking in his luggage, even Song Fenglin felt that he had not arrived much early.
He stood outside the security checkpoint and watched his elders go in. He sent a message to his wife: [My parents are waiting for the flight]
Chen Yun had just sent her two children to summer classes and was working diligently in the store kneading dough.
Her hands were stuck together, and she struggled to use her elbow to scratch the screen and read it, then sent an OK expression.
Song Fenglin: [I'm going to have lunch now. Let's chat in the afternoon. If the chat goes well, we can have dinner. I guess I won't be back so early. If you have any questions, feel free to call me.]
The children are all grown up, what can happen?
Chen Yun's elbow was almost sending sparks. She didn't choose the expression she wanted, so she sent out a red heart.
It was the first time that Song Fenglin had seen this effect of red hearts falling all over the screen. He took screenshots and saved them in the album he created specially for this purpose.
There's all sorts of mess in there, and just by looking at the most recent photos I can still remember when they were taken.
But further back, the memory becomes a little fuzzy.
Song Fenglin flipped through it casually, put his phone aside and started the car.
Their classmates had a reunion today at a hotel in the city center and booked a large private room.
As the initiator, Zhao Yan arrived the earliest. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds, looking like a nonchalant hooligan.
When Song Fenglin pushed the door open, he was stunned: "What are you wearing?"
Zhao Yan stood up straight and said, "No, why do you sound like I'm wearing rags?"
He was wearing a T-shirt of his undergraduate alma mater. It had no sense of design at all, with the school name printed in big red letters on it and a blue background. Even if you didn't have a good sense of taste, you could tell that the combination was extremely odd.
Song Fenglin said honestly: "It's better to wear rags."
Zhao Yan condemned: "It's a bit of a sense of honor for your alma mater, but this is also an internet celebrity style?"
Can you still become famous wearing this?
Song Fenglin: "How much did you pay for it?"
Zhao Yan: "9.9 yuan, free shipping."
Song Fenglin: "Then your alma mater's sense of honor is not worth much."
Zhao Yan said in a high-sounding tone: "My feelings, do you understand my feelings?"
Then he said, "Don't be polite to me, you have a share too."
He was quite polite and even washed his clothes before bringing them, but he insisted on stuffing them into the same bag, so every piece looked wrinkled.
Song Fenglin tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "It is indeed difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Every piece of clothing I wear after getting married is ironed very neatly."
Zhao Yan: "I know you have a good marriage, so shut up."
Song Fenglin could only hear the first half of the sentence. He used the reflection of the glass to tidy himself up and play with his hair, without noticing that the door of the box to which he was facing had opened again.
Zhang He, a classmate he knew well, came in and asked, "Hey, where are you going to open the screen?"
Song Fenglin turned around, but before he could say anything, Zhang He was shocked: "Damn, you went to have a gastric surgery?"
What a talent! Zhao Yan reacted the fastest: "Your IQ has also been cut off?"
Zhang He: "No, aren't you shocked? Fenglin doesn't look like this during the New Year."
Zhao Yan and his brother put their arms around Song Fenglin's shoulders and said, "We have been together day and night for a while now."
What kind of words? Song Fenglin pushed his hand away: "That's not true."
As soon as he finished speaking, another person arrived.
As the agreed time approached, all the students arrived in the next few minutes.
Everyone followed Zhao Yan's nostalgic theme and wore T-shirts that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping.
Among these people, some are familiar to Song Fenglin, while others he hasn't seen for several years.
But the embarrassment he thought he had encountered did not appear at the dinner table at all. Instead, they became more and more excited as they played cards together in the afternoon.
Naturally, we had dinner together again, but at a different restaurant.
Song Fenglin hadn't talked so much in a long time, so he sat down and drank a large glass of water first.
Zhao Yan had a few drinks at noon and was already a little tipsy.
He said, "I can't drink water anymore. I have to have something real tonight!"
At this time, there's no point in pushing him not to drink.
What's more, the atmosphere is so good that it's hard to stop.
Song Fenglin's alcohol tolerance is so low that it's hard to tell what he can do with it.
After two bottles, he felt a little overwhelmed and waved his hand: "If you drink any more, you won't be able to go back."
Most of the people present were married, and someone joked: "Could it be that your wife won't let you go back?"
Song Fenglin subconsciously looked at his mobile phone, and the lit screen was still on the chat history page before dinner.
Song Fenglin: [We are at Rong Ji, would you like some bamboo shoot soup? I'll ask someone to deliver it.]
Chen Yun: [No, just have fun]
Song Fenglin: [What are you going to eat tonight? 】
Chen Yun: [Noodles, just have fun, we'll talk when you come back]
Come on, come on.
What else could Song Fenglin say? He didn't reply, but at this moment he really wanted to send a message.
However, this action, combined with what happened a few seconds ago, had a different meaning in the eyes of others.
Zhang He followed up with a joke: "Feng Lin, you've been looking at your phone, has your wife checked on you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his own cell phone rang.
Zhang He mumbled something, and pretended to be calm after answering the call: "Hello."
I don't know what he said over there. His shoulders lowered and he mumbled, "I just drank a little."
After he said this, the call was disconnected. He could only look at the phone screen and scratch his head: "I have such a bad mouth."
That's it, no one can tell where the call came from.
Zhao Yan took the lead: "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like some people will have to sleep on the streets tonight."
Zhang He admitted generously: "Don't brag, who doesn't get scolded at home?"
When this was said, there was a lot of resonance. There were dozens of people here who had experienced their private money being confiscated.
Song Fenglin can participate in any topic, but at this moment he can only keep quiet.
There was no point in him keeping his mouth idle, so he drank two more bottles of wine without saying a word.
Zhao Yan noticed that he didn't say anything, and just when he was about to ask him what was going on, his cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and gestured with his hands: "Everyone, be quiet. I've been found."
It was just like a game of pass the parcel, from dinner to midnight snack, either you or I were being checked, and only Song Fenglin stayed out of it.
He didn't know if he had drunk too much, but he suddenly felt dizzy and found an excuse to go out for some fresh air.
July was already hot and humid, and the natural breeze from the balcony made him even more uncomfortable. He could only lock and unlock his phone screen out of boredom.
But no matter how many times I opened and closed it, there was still no progress on the chat history page with Chen Yun.
What is she doing now? Song Fenglin had no idea, so he let out a long sigh and prepared to return to the box.
He placed his hand on the door handle and caught the sounds from inside.
Wang Fang: "Why don't we go away early? I think Feng Lin has had a quarrel with his wife."
Zhao Yan: "Stop talking nonsense, they are a happy couple."
Zhang He: "Are you sure? My wife only behaves like this when she's in a cold war with me. She ignores me when I go out."
Zhao Yan: "Of course, they are very loving."
Zhang He: "Shouldn't love be more clingy?"
There was another voice, someone unknown said: "I also feel it's weird. If a woman has you in her heart, there's no way she can just ignore you."
No, it’s just Chen Yun’s personality.
Song Fenglin calmed himself down, pushed the door open with all his might, but he lost control of his strength and fell down.
This time he fell quite hard, and everyone rushed to help him up.
But no one drank less that night, and it turned into a game of Jenga.
Song Fenglin was hit on the head and stepped on the foot. He was in so much pain that he didn't know what to do first.
All he could do was yell, although it was more of a way of venting his emotions.
But the waiter had no idea. He thought something had happened to the customers and looking at how chaotic they were, he didn't dare to lend a hand to help.
In the end, it was still the same people helping each other, relying on each other's strength and standing up.
Song Fenglin felt that the scene before him was extremely absurd and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Several old classmates looked at each other, thinking that if they drank any more they would become unconscious.
Zhao Yan was the organizer and made a closing statement: "Everyone go home and we will meet again next time."
But he was still worried: "You must tell me in the group when you get home. If there is no news in half an hour, I will call my brothers and sisters."
Everyone said that he was worried, and one after another they got on the bus and left.
Song Fenglin called a designated driver, got in the car and started looking at his phone which had no latest news.
The driver's braking technique stimulated his internal organs and his temples began to throb.
Heat surged out from every part of his body, but his limbs seemed cold.
It felt like my soul was gone even when I was walking.
The designated driver was afraid that something might happen to him, so after parking the car, he pulled his folding bike and asked, "Handsome guy, do you want to ask your family to come down and pick you up?"
Song Fenglin shook his head slowly: "It's okay, thank you."
It was late at night, which was the peak time for taking jobs.
The designated driver looked back again and finally left in a hurry.
In a place like the basement, it seems that once the wind blows in, it will turn into a haze that covers people from all directions.
But all the lights were on, shining brightly and blinding.
Those inexplicable emotions are like needles, and they seem even more desolate after the excitement has faded.
Song Fenglin had spent a very happy day, but now he was like a balloon with a hole in it, floating home listlessly.
The sensor light in the entrance hall comes on.
He took off his shoes, took two steps forward and kicked some toy of the children, making a slight sound.
Chen Yun, who was lying on the sofa, sat up suddenly, subconsciously checked the time on her phone and said, "I'm back."
Song Fenglin: “Yeah.”
Chen Yun reacted too quickly just now, and her heart started pounding.
She put her hand on her chest: "Did you drink a lot tonight?"
Song Fenglin: “Not much.”
Not only did his tone sound a bit strange, but he looked odd as well. He was standing at the entrance with the light source behind him, making it hard to see his expression.
Chen Yun hadn't quite come to her senses yet and was still being controlled by her brain.
She went to the kitchen to pour some water, and when she handed it to him, she wanted to turn on the light.
Song Fenglin immediately held her hand and said, "No need to open it, go back to your room and sleep."
Chen Yun: "Are you okay? Didn't you have fun?"
Song Fenglin: "No, I'm very happy."
Chen Yun couldn't hear any excitement on her face, which made her more and more suspicious.
She couldn't turn on the light, so she could only move closer: "It's hard to see."
Song Fenglin: "I'm just a little tired now."
Is that so? Chen Yun pulled him: "Then sit on the sofa for a while."
The French windows in the living room were open, and the moonlight reflected off the tiles.
Song Fenglin leaned back and was so quiet that even his breathing was faint.
Chen Yun was startled: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Song Fenglin: "No, I'll just sit for a while."
He is like this sometimes. He says nothing is wrong, but even his hair is sticking out like "I am busy", which is as awkward as a braid.
Chen Yun was quite good at handling things, poking his arm: "Tell me about it~"
Song Fenglin knew that he was a sensitive person, and he also knew that being so fussy about details could easily annoy people.
He said, "It's really okay, go to sleep."
After hitting a wall one after another, Chen Yun really didn't know how she had offended him.
She was taking care of two kids today, switching between several summer classes. She even scolded both children and made them cry at night. She was so angry that her blood pressure was almost 180. But then she thought that at least Song Fenglin must have had a happy day today, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Now her back teeth couldn't bite any more, so she stood up with a sullen look and went back to her room.
Song Fenglin subconsciously called her: "Chen Yun."
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid people would hear him.
Chen Yun's tone also slowed down: "What's the matter?"
Song Fenglin: "I sent you my location and photos. You know where I am and who I'm with. You also think it's rare for me to have a gathering, so you want me to have a good time..."
He spoke slowly under the influence of alcohol, but his logic was clear. He continued: "So you don't need to call me or urge me to go home."
After saying these words, he stopped.
Chen Yun wondered if there was anything wrong with what she did. Feeling aggrieved: "Did I do something wrong?"
Song Fenglin: "Of course that's right."
It was because he was right. He felt that he had no reason to be unhappy, but his emotions were clearly there, and he didn't know how to say it so as not to appear pretentious.
But Chen Yun was a lover of romance novels, so she knew it after a quick thought and said, "Did I not check up on you and make you feel left out?"
Song Fenglin nodded embarrassedly. If it weren't for the darkness, his blushing face would have been noticeable.
Chen Yun wanted to laugh: "If you don't check, people will be happy."
Song Fenglin: "I am not someone else."
He rarely acts like a spoiled brat like he does now, so Chen Yun couldn't help but soften her heart and stroked his hair like coaxing a child: "You're quite cute today."
cute? Song Fenglin thought of the sentence that hurt him the most that night.
He looked up and asked, "Do you love me?"
It was a posture of desire and weakness, which gave rise to more guilt.
Chen Yun's heart was almost boiling, and she couldn't even bear to look at him, but she couldn't open her lips.
The word "love" is difficult for many people to say out loud.
If Song Fenglin hadn't been drunk to give him courage, he probably wouldn't have asked this question even if he had tried a thousand times.
He was very understanding of her inability to answer immediately, and he also stubbornly wanted a definite answer: "Chen Yun, do you love me?"
Chen Yun placed her hand on his head, slightly covering her beautiful eyes: "Well, I love you."
In just a few tenths of a second of this action, Song Fenglin read out thousands of fragments of hesitation. Alcohol took over his body, but his brain was still working.
At this moment, he was very clear in his mind: No, she doesn't love me.
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