Chapter 48
Chen Yun took the lead first, and then Song Fenglin started to seriously think about what to do when the children were not at home.
He is a person with no extra interests or hobbies. He likes fixed rules and regulations. Working from nine to five is a boring daily routine for many people, but for him it is a peaceful and stable happiness.
Even most of the free time after leaving my job is spent with my family.
Those selves that squeeze out from the cracks become a kind of comfort.
With this kind of personality, when faced with such a difficult problem, of course the first thing to do is to make a decision based on the preferences of the person next to him or her.
He turned on his phone and started searching for summer movies.
He originally thought that these things could only fill part of his free time, but he didn't expect that the city's entertainment life was so developed, with comic conventions and autograph sessions happening as often as eight times a day.
It was the first time that Song Fenglin realized that big cities could be so exciting.
The nouns that he would have skipped over when he was a teenager now come alive, making him feel that all his efforts over the years are indeed worthwhile.
Anyway, it's time to enjoy yourself, right?
He became interested and made a very detailed table, even taking into account the transportation between the two events.
When Chen Yun got home, she felt like a big boss.
She didn't dare discuss it in front of the child, so she put it aside and said, "We'll talk about it tonight."
Song Fenglin couldn't help feeling like he was being poured cold water on.
He is very sensitive, and whenever someone looks at him for a second longer, he will first examine himself to see if there is anything wrong with him. He is extremely aware of this shortcoming and can quickly tell himself: No, she didn't mean that.
The emotions that could have caused a storm disappeared without a trace.
Chen Yun didn't even move a hair as she kicked the toys that were scattered all over the ground aside.
Song Fenglin noticed the storm earlier than the children and bent down to clean up: "Let me do it."
Chen Yun was annoyed: "You are the only one who gets used to it."
Still shouting: "What are you doing with the toys I said I wouldn't play with!"
Without any subject, the two children ran out of the children's room on their own initiative.
They were playing house in there, not knowing what the plot was today, and they found some weird clothes to wear.
Chen Xingyue was wearing an Ultraman mask, with only his two eyes exposed.
Perhaps her vision was not very good, and she was tripped by the toy and rolled on the spot to stand up.
Chen Yun didn't know what to say and could only smile helplessly.
She said, "Clean the floor before eating."
Chen Xingyue crossed her arms and said, "Yes, sir!"
What the hell is going on? Chen Yun turned around and asked, "Did they watch TV today?"
Then he immediately denied it: "You won't."
Song Fenglin is the only one in the family who wears glasses, and he feels fully responsible for preventing his children from myopia.
He has always been strict about the use of electronic products. Now his head almost dropped to the ground: "I watched one episode."
Just watch it. Chen Yun: "How could they agree to only watch one episode?"
The brother and sister would only feel it was fair if they slapped each other, and they would fight over any unique things in this family.
Song Fenglin: "I didn't dare to bargain with me."
You really know how to treat people differently.
Chen Yun thought of how they dared to throw a tantrum at her feet, and curled her lips: "Don't even have dinner, just starve."
While her parents were talking, Chen Xingyue had already ordered her brother to finish his work: "Mom! We have been very obedient!"
Who is listening? Chen Yun pinched her face: "Big lazy and small lazy."
Chen Xingyue laughed and waved her arms: "Go, Sero."
Chen Sero Xinyang ran after his sister.
Not knowing how long this intimacy would last, Chen Yun was used to it and turned into the kitchen.
Song Fenglin helped her, peeling garlic: "How about I cook tomorrow?"
He can cook, but the taste is a bit left to chance.
The children were raised by their grandmother to have picky eaters and could barely eat their mother’s cooking, let alone their father’s.
Chen Yun: "No, just one meal a day."
Song Fenglin ordered takeout at noon.
He said: "I used to think I was lucky to be able to eat takeout for the rest of my life, but now I only give them two meals, and I feel really guilty."
Chen Yun: "They must be very happy too."
There is nothing that children don’t like to eat when it comes to takeout.
Song Fenglin: "If mom knew, she would come back from her hometown."
Chen Yun: "Do you think she doesn't know?"
That’s right, the children video chat with their grandparents every day, and their mouths are as thin as sieves, so there’s no secret from them.
Only adults are hard to understand.
Song Fenglin didn't know who he was sighing for. He even forgot that he was peeling garlic just now and reached out to push his glasses that were about to slip off.
He rubbed his fingertips over the area under his eyes and immediately realized that something was wrong. He raised his hands and said, "Chen Yun, I didn't wash my hands and they touched my eyes."
Chen Yun took off his glasses and wiped them twice with his wet hands: "Are you feeling better?"
Song Fenglin had beautiful eyes, and the redness at the corners of his eyes made him look even more pitiful, with even two tears in his eyes due to the stimulation.
The stove should have been the place with the most smoke, but he made it look a bit dusty and seductive without realizing it.
If it weren't for the burnt smell coming from the pot, Chen Yun would have stared him through.
She frantically waved the spatula to rescue a few pieces of meat.
Song Fenglin handed over the plate in time, with one tearful eye half closed: "It's okay, you can still eat it."
Chen Yun responded casually, inexplicably wanting to find someone to scold, but seeing his expression, she couldn't say anything.
She said, "Wash your hands first, then your face."
Song Fenglin didn't compete with her for space in the kitchen, and instead brought the half-cooked meat to the dining room.
Before entering the bathroom, he passed by the children's room and saw that the two children were already sitting in a corner in silence. He pretended not to notice and quickened his pace.
Sometimes, pretending to be deaf and dumb is also a kind of wisdom.
Chen Yun understood the situation better than he did. Seeing that the siblings were not getting along at dinner, she didn't even ask.
Chen Xingyue talked to her mother as usual, but her eyes would provocatively glance over her younger brother.
Chen Xinyang pouted in grievance, looking pitiful. In fact, he was wrong most of the time, otherwise he would have jumped three feet high.
To be honest, this scene alone is more interesting than the skits performed on the Spring Festival Gala.
Song Fenglin could hardly hold back his laughter, and turned his back and coughed to cover it up.
Chen Yun kicked him under the table as a warning, but she couldn't help herself.
As soon as the couple's eyes met, the corners of their mouths would automatically pull back and nothing could be done to stop them.
Chen Xingyue is about to enter primary school and has become a little more shrewd.
She felt something was strange and looked between her parents.
It was nothing, but Chen Yun felt guilty, so she looked at her calmly and said, "Eat the vegetables too."
Chen Xingyue's mother pinched her tail and she quickly and quietly ate her meal.
After eating, she put the bowl in the kitchen and went to practice the piano without being urged.
Chen Yun pricked up her ears and corrected him gently, "Do it again in the third quarter."
The life that once existed in the fantasy world became concrete again, and Song Fenglin glanced at the location of the piano.
My daughter sat comfortably and naturally, and her slightly coquettish expression as she turned her head was cute and lively. When a beam of light shone on her, it seemed as if she was in the center of the stage.
It was strange that Song Fenglin actually felt a little aggrieved at this moment.
He had always hoped that his child would have a childhood that was the opposite of his own, but his heart still ached after it came true.
For some inexplicable reason, he called out, "Chen Yun."
Chen Yun was wiping her son's mouth and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"
Song Fenglin didn't know what was wrong with him.
He called all emotions that could not be specifically described as hypocritical, and said nonchalantly: "I cleared the table."
Put it away, put it away. Chen Yun took the opportunity to push it gently: "Yangyang, go work with your dad, and mom will practice the piano with your sister."
Chen Xingyue immediately declined: "Mom, I can do it myself."
The bounce was not as good as a cat's paw. Chen Yun glared at him and said, "Practice what you want, don't ask for a beating."
Chen Xinyang was gloating and was about to get into trouble. Song Fenglin picked him up and said, "Don't ask for a beating."
Chen Xinyang lay on his father's shoulder and whispered, "I'm very good."
With a little person leaning on your arms, it's easy for you to feel like you are his whole world.
Song Fenglin silently comforted himself: It's good enough to be able to protect the one I love from wind and rain.
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Practicing with other students is very demanding on one's blood pressure, and Chen Yun's temples started throbbing after a while.
She went into the kitchen to drink some water to calm down, but before she even stepped inside, she half-leaned against the door frame and said nothing.
A father and his son were washing dishes, the younger one standing on a stool to help, water splashing from his position to the whole world.
Chen Xinyang probably felt that he had performed very well, so he looked up and asked, "Dad, am I great?"
Song Fenglin: “Great.”
He glanced across the wet floor and noticed an extra shadow looking towards the door.
Chen Yun smiled at him, so gently that it made people drunk.
Song Fenglin couldn't bear to look away, and really enjoyed this moment that was reserved only for him.
But the silence lasted only two seconds, and Chen Xinyang jumped up and down without letting anyone ignore him: "Mom, look at the dishes I washed."
His hand was still raised and water was dripping down.
Chen Yun blinked steadily and took a deep breath: "Baby is great."
She felt that she couldn't stay here any longer, so she forgot to drink the water and fled quickly.
At times like this, Song Fenglin really wanted to send his son out into the wild to experience the ups and downs of life.
He rubbed the child's hair helplessly: "Put it down, I'll give you a bath first."
Chen Xinyang now looked no different from someone who had just come out of the water, and was carried by his father to the bathroom to be washed.
After washing, he played with toys in his room while Song Fenglin cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.
He mopped the floor and wiped the stove, feeling that the workload was much heavier than washing dishes. After he finished, he patted his waist and walked out.
Chen Yun had just finished her "parent-child time" with her daughter and saw this: "Are you feeling unwell again?"
Everyone who has worked has some minor flaws.
Song Fenglin: "It will be fine in a moment."
Even if the sky falls, he won't even say he's uncomfortable.
Chen Yun: "Come here and apply the medicine."
Song Fenglin lay down on the sofa with his arms resting his chin.
He could feel his clothes being lifted and a pair of hands gently brushing against his skin.
If I use too much force, I'm afraid it will hurt him; if I use too little, I'm afraid it won't stick.
It was this kind of feeling that was neither light nor heavy that was the most irritating, making him distracted, burying his head in his arms, and taking off his glasses.
Chen Yun was startled: "Are you crying in pain?"
Song Fenglin didn't dare to look at her: "It's okay."
Who would feel at ease if he spoke in such a muffled voice?
Chen Yun: "Look at me when I speak."
Song Fenglin was afraid that she would be angry, so he turned his face away and said, "It's really okay."
People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. He probably didn't know how lustful his expression was, so he was so straightforward and undisguised.
Chen Yun stared at him blankly, remembering that his eyes were just as direct when they first got married, and he was completely different from during the day.
Or maybe he has always been like this, but he just hid it well.
For some reason, Chen Yun swallowed nervously.
She had a bad feeling, always feeling that this fire would burn her out sooner or later, and stammered: "You... you take a rest for a while, I'll go see what they are doing."
Song Fenglin suddenly had an idea like doing the last question on a math test: "I feel a little pain."
Chen Yun immediately ignored everything else and surrounded him, asking about his well-being.
Although it was a bit despicable, Song Fenglin still suppressed his shame and realized belatedly that if he worked hard enough, he might be able to get her love.
He thought: It doesn't matter even if it's just a little bit, because even if it's just a little bit, he will be ecstatic.
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