Chapter 63 Sixty-three Advantages
The energy of preschool children is no less than that of thousands of troops.
Fortunately, Song Fenglin took the children to have some free time outdoors in the afternoon, otherwise it would have been difficult to get them to lie in bed obediently.
Just like that, when he walked out of the children's room, the takeaway ordered by Chen Yun had been hanging on the door handle for a long time.
She was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, and when she saw someone approaching her, she asked, "Are you asleep?"
Song Fenglin: "Just fell asleep."
What this means is that you can't take it lightly, as there is always the risk of catching your parents eating alone.
Chen Yun had suffered this kind of loss before, so she decided not to do anything for the time being. She glanced at her phone and looked up at him again: "Is there any watermelon in the refrigerator?"
The meaning of this question is - I want to eat watermelon. Of course Song Fenglin can taste it and say, "Yes, I'll go cut it."
Chen Yun felt that she was a little impatient, so she followed him in a pretentious manner: "I'll help."
Song Fenglin: "Okay, you are responsible for supervision."
Chen Yun said, "I can still cheer for you."
Changing the subject: "Where did you buy this cup? I can't find the same one online."
Song Fenglin: "Old Chen went to Jingdezhen and saw a photo of the stall in his circle of friends. I think it's the style you like, so I asked him to help me get the boss's WeChat."
Chen Yun: "What style do I like? Which one?"
Song Fenglin's phone was charging, so he couldn't produce any evidence for the time being. He could only summarize it simply: "Very literary."
Chen Yun used to use these two words when introducing herself, but now she feels as if the negative connotations of this word are all on her, which constantly exaggerates her twists and turns, so she retorted: "I was just more pretentious when I was young."
Song Fenglin could tell she was unhappy, so he paused while cutting the watermelon and turned around: "Did I say something wrong?"
In fact, he knows exactly what his wife likes, and he can make people unable to resist just by making a pitiful expression.
Chen Yun's tone softened: "No, I just think it's a bit shameful to be a hipster in my thirties."
Song Fenglin: "No, it sounds like a rich and idle person."
After all, if real life is a mess, who has the time to pursue something spiritual?
Chen Yun wanted to say, "Doesn't that just mean living a life of idleness and waiting to die?", but then he thought that based on his life experience, these four words might really be a beautiful yet unattainable state for him.
Song Fenglin appears to be as steady as a rock on the surface, but he is actually always on edge.
He doesn't know how to enjoy life, and even avoids desires beyond daily needs. He lives like a dry piece of wood, which is hollow when you knock it open.
To be honest, with this kind of personality, when Chen Yun met him, she never thought about developing the relationship further. She just wanted to meet him once as a formality. As a result, she went out every time he asked her out.
Zhou Peilin once suspected that it was a poison, and searched Renren.com to see if there was any evidence of Song Fenglin's ancestral origin being faked. After searching to no avail, she asked, "What do you like about him?"
Chen Yun has a wide range of hobbies, but she is actually very stingy with her emotions, especially towards men.
She didn't like Song Fenglin very much at that time, but she discovered a great advantage in him, which was that she didn't feel offended when she was with him.
This is the simplest rule for people to get along with each other. Among Chen Yun's numerous suitors, only one person can achieve it, and the admission rate is not much different from that of civil service examinations.
From this we can see that it is not easy to choose a husband like Song Fenglin.
Thinking of this, Chen Yun decided to be more gentle and said, "I just want to be rich and wealthy, not to be an idler."
Her thoughts only lasted a few seconds, so fast that Song Fenglin didn't notice anything unusual and just changed his words: "That's a rich and busy person."
Chen Yun recited it silently, and found it a bit awkward. She hadn't thought of a replacement, so she went to the door to pick up the takeaway that she had been waiting for for a long time while muttering to herself.
The seller packaged it very well and it was still warm enough to eat.
Chen Yun drank more than half a bottle of plum wine, feeling a little dizzy and talking more involuntarily.
Song Fenglin wanted to replace the wine in her glass with water, but was pulled back just as he was about to pick it up.
Chen Yun: "Why are you taking away the gift you gave away?"
Song Fenglin said in a gentle voice: "I'll pour you some water. If you drink more, you'll feel uncomfortable tomorrow."
Chen Yun's consciousness was in a Schrödinger state, both existing and not existing.
She blinked vigorously: "Yes, I have to go to work tomorrow."
Just like that, it will be hard to get up tomorrow.
Song Fenglin followed up and said, "Then do you want to go to bed early?"
Chen Yun uttered an unclear "hmm", supported herself on the table and tried to stand up, but her legs went weak and she sat down again.
Song Fenglin reached out and pulled her, and with a little effort she fell into his arms.
Chen Yun subconsciously wanted to get some strength from somewhere, so she put her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.
Even so, she still had a hard time standing.
Song Fenglin held her waist, almost bearing all her weight, and brought her back to the room in this awkward posture.
As soon as Chen Yun touched the bed, she fumbled for the quilt, turned over and crawled into it flexibly. Perhaps she felt very comfortable, the corners of her mouth were raised high, and her breathing became heavy after a while.
Song Fenglin didn't turn on the lights when he came in. With the help of the light coming in from outside the door, he helped her tuck in the corners of the quilt, then squatted down beside the bed, his posture like a large dog.
He made similar movements, leaning forward to rub his wife's face. This made him feel satisfied, so he got up and cleaned up the kitchen leftovers.
I don’t know if he was a little dizzy, but he actually dropped a takeaway order on the ground, which was picked up accurately by his daughter the next day.
Chen Xingyue could recognize a lot of words now. She stood on a chair holding up the evidence and said, "Dad, you guys stole the barbecue!"
Standing like this, he was only as tall as Song Fenglin.
He looked his daughter in the eye and couldn't lie without changing his expression. He scratched his face awkwardly and said, "I'll take you guys out to eat next time, okay?"
Chen Xingyue had not yet learned the poem "Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are", but she knew that next time was just an uncertain concept of time, so she asked, "What day of the week is that?"
Song Fenglin was helpless: "Wait until we get back home, okay?"
Chen Xingyue reluctantly agreed, jumped off the chair and rushed to the calendar, counted and said, "There are still three days left, it's a long time."
Song Fenglin: "Very quickly."
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Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye it’s time for the family to return home.
Chen Yun bought a flight ticket for noon and set an alarm for five o'clock.
Song Fenglin was still in bed when the phone rang. He opened his eyes, looked around in confusion and asked, "Did I oversleep?"
Chen Yun lifted the quilt and joked: "Yes, it's already twelve o'clock."
The corners of her eyes and eyebrows revealed a smile, but Song Fenglin didn't take it seriously and pretended to be shocked: "What should we do?"
Chen Yun threw a pillow at him: "Your acting skills are negative, get up and work quickly."
Although they were said to be working, in fact, they soon found themselves doing nothing. After all, they had packed all their luggage yesterday.
Chen Yun walked around twice and found that everything was ready except the child. She was shocked and asked, "Am I old enough to arrive at the airport four hours in advance?"
Song Fenglin just smiled: "Do you know who you look like right now?"
Chen Yun raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Who is it?"
Song Fenglin: "Stars."
It was simply the opposite of Tian Gang. Chen Yun: "I am her mother."
Song Fenglin: "When I say Xingxing looks like you, you say that I always blame you for my bad behavior."
Then he said, "But every time she knows she's going out to play, does she always get up so early and walk around?"
Both sentences were very accurate. Chen Yun couldn't even find an angle to argue with him and could only hit him.
The next second, hit it harder.
Song Fenglin didn't understand her sudden anger. He looked back in the direction she was looking and found his daughter standing at the door, rubbing her eyes and looking at her parents.
Probably because their eyes met, she threw herself into her mother's arms and asked, "Mom, are we going out?"
The earlier a child wakes up, the more his mother's love will be worn away.
Chen Yun almost gritted her teeth and said, "Not yet, baby, can you sleep a little longer?"
Chen Xingyue was not willing to do that. She brushed her teeth and washed her face without anyone urging her, and got ready to go.
As soon as the child left, Song Fenglin knew that he was going to suffer. He reflected on himself: "I have such a bad mouth."
What you say will come true.
Chen Yun wasn't really angry, she just thought it was funny: "He will definitely fall asleep as soon as he gets on the plane. Let's hold on for the last few hours and then hand over immediately."
Even Song Fenglin, who usually doesn't feel tired taking care of children, felt a little bit of anticipation after hearing this: "Finally, I can be quiet for a while."
There was another sentence, "Finally, we have a world of our own," which he didn't say.
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