Chapter 60 Sixty Same Style
The next day was a cloudy day, with dark clouds covering the sun in the morning.
Chen Yun thought that the business in the store would not be very good today, but she did not expect that the store would be packed with people in the afternoon, and even the takeaway machine was ringing non-stop.
When she is busy, she can't take care of many things. Only when she has free time will she reply to messages as if she were reading memorials.
She just sent out the sentence "I've just finished my work", and Song Fenglin sent out "Are you coming back for dinner?" 】Just follow him, making it seem like he is staring at his phone 24 hours a day.
Chen Yun: [I’ll be back in half an hour. You cut the vegetables and I’ll go back to fry them.]
Song Fenglin: [You do your work, I'll cook]
Chen Yun: [Your daughter has already lost one pound. If she loses more weight, you will have trouble explaining yourself next week.]
Song Fenglin: [Just let Dr. Ken take a look]
It seems that he has been playing with his phone a lot recently, and his sense of humor has also increased dramatically.
Chen Yun: [We just need to see this doctor. They should eat healthy food.]
Song Fenglin likes this classification of us very much, as if only couples are the closest in this world.
He happily replied, put his phone aside, and tapped his fingers on the table twice: "Xingxing, the words are crooked."
Chen Xingyue’s patience for doing homework was running out, and she used the eraser angrily: “It’s going to be crooked by itself!”
This is a very unreasonable statement. Song Fenglin said: "The pen is in your hand, but you wrote it crookedly."
In the world of children, there are also many earth-shattering grievances.
Chen Xingyue felt that she had done a lot of homework in the afternoon, and she was furious: "It's just itself!"
Why did she suddenly start to shout? Song Fenglin touched his daughter's head and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"
Chen Xingyue's tears immediately fell: "My hand hurts so much!"
Learning from Song Fenglin's life, he was very principled on this point: "Then take a break for ten minutes before writing again."
He coaxed her again: "When you finish writing, Dad will give you some candy, okay?"
I nodded to the second half of the sentence, but there seemed to be no reason to shake my head at the first half.
Chen Xingyue was probably struggling with her conscience, and she pinched the corner of her clothes and made a request: "I want popping candy."
Song Fenglin nodded readily, and confirmed with her: "Ten minutes, Dad starts the timer."
There's no way, don't be too specific, or the child might cheat.
Chen Xingyue's tears disappeared quickly, she pulled her sleeve to wipe her face: "You have to wait until I walk to the living room."
When playing, I really race against time.
Song Fenglin took out a tissue and stuffed it into her hand: "Okay, go ahead."
Chen Xingyue ran away happily and successfully met up with her brother in the living room.
Even though Chen Xinyang had fun for the entire afternoon, he was still quite unhappy.
He ran to the study several times but was "driven" out by his father every time. If he made any loud noise, he would be "scolded" by his sister, with his mouth pouted so much that a bottle of oil could be hung on it.
But happiness in his world is also very simple. As soon as his sister comes, he quickly makes room for her in the best position.
Before Song Fenglin entered the kitchen, he took a look at the siblings who were having fun, and then started working with peace of mind.
While picking vegetables and peeling garlic, he took out his cell phone and played an audio book.
This book was a fantasy novel that became popular when he was in his third year of high school.
Although the equipment was limited at that time, the students in the class were still able to follow the series from various channels. Every day when they got together, they would discuss it for a while. The head teacher was so angry that he slammed the podium and said, "You are in the third year of high school, don't you know that?"
Who doesn't know this? But we are always distracted.
Song Fenglin also wanted to do it, but he didn't dare to do it when the time came. Later, when he went to college, other things became more popular. No matter how hard he tried to catch up, he would always be left behind in the trend.
I picked it up this time because my daughter exchanged a character card of the animation with another classmate in the extracurricular class. After returning home, she showed off to her parents about the story she heard, as if she had watched the entire animation.
Chen Yun: "You weren't even born when your mother read this book."
Song Fenglin couldn't say anything.
There are always many speechless moments in his unremarkable life, so he has to "study" secretly, just like that old classmate who stays up all night studying before exams but always pretends to be calm.
Chen Yun arrived home early and caught him just in time.
She was watching him chopping vegetables, and was afraid that a sudden noise would scare someone, so she leaned against the kitchen door frame and waited for a while before saying, "What are you listening to?"
No matter who it is, they would be shocked in this situation.
Song Fenglin's heart skipped a beat and he turned his head: "Didn't you say half an hour?"
Chen Yun raised her eyebrows: "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
It was a pleasant surprise. Even though they were working day and night, every extra second made people happy.
Song Fenglin smiled: "Are you tired today?"
Chen Yun: "You're still asking me. You look haggard right now."
Is there? Song Fenglin touched his face subconsciously, forgetting what he had just done. His cheeks turned red and felt slightly burning. He shook his hands vigorously.
Chen Yun: "What's wrong?"
Song Fenglin: "I just peeled garlic with my hands."
Chen Yun took a handful of water and splashed it roughly on his face, and all the water dripped onto the ground.
Chen Xingyue rushed in at this time and announced loudly: "Dad, it's time!"
It's not that the time has come, it's that mom is back.
Song Fenglin did not expose his daughter's little thoughts. He washed his hands casually, wiped them on his apron, and put away his phone: "Okay, then go and finish it yourself."
The mother's pressure has a wide range, and she can make Chen Xingyue behave well without her personally being there.
Chen Yun didn't know that she had a small tantrum in the afternoon, and after checking her homework, she praised her for her excellent performance.
Chen Xingyue didn't want verbal rewards: "Dad said I can eat popping candy."
What dad said counts.
Chen Yun opened the candy box: "One for you and one for your brother."
Chen Xingyue was unhappy: "He didn't do his homework well."
Song Fenglin spoke for his son: "He also memorized words today."
Chen Xingyue jumped up high: "Only one!"
Chen Yun: "He is only four years old. It's good enough that he can recite one."
She doesn't have many requirements for her son's schoolwork for the time being. She assigns him tasks more to make her daughter feel fair, but now it seems that fairness is something that can never be achieved.
Chen Xingyue was indignant anyway, and complained to herself with a snort.
What else could Chen Yun do? She could only kiss her cheek and say, "Mom loves you."
Love, Chen Xingyue really got too much.
She now wants some tangible benefits, so she takes the opportunity to ask, “Mom, can I watch TV?”
Raising a child is a game where principles and bottom lines will be defeated at every step.
Chen Yun was helpless: "You can only watch one episode. You choose the cartoon and share it with your brother."
Chen Xingyue skipped away with two bags of candy, leaving her parents looking at each other and sighing.
Chen Yun: "Although it's too late to regret now, but do you think having a second child will never bring balance?"
She tried really hard to balance the scale, but the children always felt unsatisfied when they stood on their own side.
Song Fenglin didn't expect it to be so difficult, and even the words "walking on thin ice" popped up in his mind.
He tried to comfort her: "It will be fine when you grow up."
This sentence is a universal formula, and everyone hopes that it will become a panacea.
Chen Yun could only think so and tied on her apron: "You take a break, I'll cook."
Children are watching TV at the time when they least need supervision.
Compared with this, Song Fenglin would rather help out here.
There was clearly enough space for five or six people to stand in the fairly spacious kitchen, but Chen Yun felt like she was going to bump into him the moment she turned her head. Turning left or right, he seemed to be following her like a shadow, and she couldn't help but say, "You're more clingy than both of them."
Song Fenglin was afraid of being disliked, so he quickly took a step back and said, "Can I stand here?"
Why do you still feel pitiful? Chen Yun: "Aren't you tired of just standing there? Find something to say."
Song Fenglin had shared all the latest news on his phone all day. He thought for a moment and said, "I was just listening to xx."
If I don’t mention Chen Yun, I would have forgotten what I just asked, “Reminiscing about youth?”
Song Fenglin: “I never watched it when I was young.”
This was a bit awkward.
Chen Yun: "In fact, I have forgotten what it was about, which is almost the same as not having watched it."
He didn't know if it was out of favoritism, but Song Fenglin felt that she had a very high EQ. She was just as comforting and inspiring, and her words were like a spring breeze. He was unlike her who would just repeat the same words like "no" or "it's okay" over and over again, as dry as steamed buns that had been left out in the open air in the north for a week.
He has never possessed this ability, and sometimes even tried too hard and it backfired.
Like now, he said, "Then let's listen together."
Chen Yun was silent for two seconds: "If I remember correctly, this is a harem novel."
ah? ah? ah?
Song Fenglin: "How can we turn it into an animation for children?"
Chen Yun: "I guess there are a lot of adaptations. If Xingxing hadn't mentioned the protagonist's name that day, I would have thought it was a different story."
He also complained: "Luckily you married me, otherwise I would seriously suspect that you had ulterior motives in inviting me to listen."
Rather than clarifying himself, Song Fenglin whispered, "You can doubt it."
Chen Yun: "This is indeed worthy of suspicion."
She said this, but her expression remained indifferent.
Song Fenglin didn't know whether it was because he was too trustworthy that she never checked on him, didn't set up curfew, and didn't interfere with his making friends, or whether she simply didn't care.
The latter makes him always crave for more emotional evidence, but it can never be filled.
Intellectually, Song Fenglin knew that Chen Yun was not wrong.
She clearly gives a lot of understanding and respect, which is what everyone says is the most indispensable part of a good marriage relationship.
But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he even secretly resisted this kind of consideration. He didn't want to directly ask the other party what to do, as that would make him feel even more uncomfortable than not being cared about.
He is not good at anything. Perhaps, as several friends have commented, he is not aware of the good things he has.
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