Chapter 7 Seven Dads Taking Care of Their Children
It was a rare opportunity for him to get off work early, so Song Fenglin put his worries aside.
He glanced at the beautiful sunset and asked: "Shall we eat outside tonight?"
Chen Yun: "I have an appointment with Perrin, you should go home and be with the children."
It was strange, because she and Zhou Peilin didn't meet so often in the past, because there were always so many trivial matters in life.
Song Fenglin sensed something was wrong: "Is there something wrong?"
Chen Yun: "Didn't I tell you? She and Yang Jingrong are discussing divorce."
He didn't even mention a word. Song Fenglin: "When did it happen?"
Chen Yun: "Just this half month."
It was a long period of time, but I knew nothing about it.
Song Fenglin was silent for two seconds: "Is she okay?"
Chen Yun: "I'm not in a very good mood, after all, we've been together for so many years."
It is at this time that you need the company of friends the most.
Song Fenglin: "Where is the meeting? I'll take you there."
Chen Yun felt that it was a little inappropriate: "We are so sweet, it's like rubbing salt into the wound."
Sweet and sweet? These four words are very good.
Song Fenglin's awkward thoughts instantly disappeared, and he thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take you halfway."
Chen Yun pointed and said, "That's Wang Jie's Sichuan Hot Pot."
Judging from the distance, it is only about 300 meters, so it seems unnecessary to send it specially.
Song Fenglin: "Then I'll go home."
Chen Yun instructed: "After dinner, help Yangyang with the puzzle, and let Xingxing finish his homework."
He added: "Buy them some French fries on the way."
Apart from sending the children to school in the morning, Song Fenglin usually relies on the good-guy tactics allowed by his wife to win people's hearts.
He nodded: "What time will you be back?"
Although he is a tall and strong man, his questions sounded pitiful and abandoned.
Chen Yun: "At nine o'clock, you put them to sleep and I'll bring you some milk tea."
It’s not too late, Song Fenglin: “Okay.”
Just leave. Does anyone have to say "get out"?
Chen Yun waved first: "Bye."
Song Fenglin watched her cross the road and walk home in the opposite direction.
He placed the order on his mobile phone and picked up the McDonald's at the entrance of the community.
While I was holding the paper bag and waiting for the elevator, Chen Xinyang rushed over like a cannonball: "Daddy~"
Fortunately, Song Fenglin was tall and strong, otherwise his son would have been knocked three miles away.
He grabbed her and asked, "Where did you go?"
Chen Xinyang: "Grandpa took me down the slide!"
The voice was so loud that Song Fenglin's head shook twice.
He said, "Dad, are you off work today?"
Chen Yongzhong never has a punctual time for going to and from get off work.
He didn't catch up with his grandson and came late: "The electric car is broken."
Song Fenglin: "Can it be repaired?"
Chen Yongzhong: “Yes.”
In fact, Song Fenglin was not very supportive of his father-in-law delivering food at first.
He felt that it was too dangerous to rush around on the road all day, but he couldn't resist the elders who wanted to do so.
In this case, he shouldn't always play the devil's advocate. He should occasionally ask a few more questions to show his concern.
The father-in-law and son-in-law walked into the elevator while talking. Chen Xinyang fluttered in his father's arms and pressed the floor button.
Three generations of men returned home together. Liu Yingxia poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Feng Lin is back."
After saying hello, she starts rummaging through the refrigerator and cooks up a few new dishes.
Song Fenglin: "Mom, it doesn't matter what I eat."
That won't work. Liu Yingxia said, "I'm quick, it will be done in a moment."
Song Fenglin knew that he could not persuade his daughter, and he was driven out when he went into the kitchen to help. He had no choice but to bring some fruits to warm his daughter.
Chen Xingyue was doing her homework, counting on her fingers. When she saw her father come in, she complained: "I can't even do it!"
Children nowadays have to know astronomy and geography before they even enter the compulsory education stage.
Song Fenglin thought about how he was still acting like a fool when he was this old. He patted his daughter's head and gave her a piece of apple. "It's okay. Dad will take a look with you."
Chen Xingyue started to lose focus while biting an apple, her thoughts drifting far away.
Seeing her confused look, Song Fenglin knocked on the table and said, "Xingxing, are you listening?"
Chen Xingyue nodded obediently: "I'm listening."
It was her subconscious reaction, but everyone knew how much she had heard.
Song Fenglin didn't curse, but said in a good-tempered manner: "Then I'll tell you again."
Halfway through the story, Chen Xinyang came in to cause trouble.
He moved his sister's pen, threw her eraser, and wished he could create a hundred or eighty clones.
Chen Xingyue didn't indulge him and patted her brother's hand: "Don't move!"
Chen Xinyang put his hands behind his back, tears streaming down his face like a flood.
The thunder is small, but the raindrops are big.
Song Fenglin let his son sit on his lap and said, "Xingxing, continue with the third question..."
He finished reading the questions before wiping his son's tears: "Sister is doing homework. You have to wait before I can play with you."
Chen Xinyang felt very aggrieved: "My sister hit me!"
Yes, I saw them all.
Song Fenglin: "Were you the one who threw her things first?"
Chen Xinyang pursed his lips and nodded, probably feeling that it was still unfair, and continued to complain: "She hit me!"
Song Fenglin continued to coax Chen Xingyue by repeating the same thing over and over again until she finished her homework.
She solved a big problem and was in a very good mood. She gave her brother an eraser and said, "This is for you. Don't cry."
She gently wiped his tears, and the brother and sister immediately started playing together, running back and forth from the living room to the study.
Liu Yingxia was about to order dinner when she suddenly sighed, "Thank goodness we did some sound insulation during the renovation, otherwise people downstairs would complain every day."
Chen Yongzhong immediately interrupted as he was carrying the dishes: "That's not what you said when we were going to do it."
Liu Yingxia rolled her eyes at him and said, "I just feel sorry for the money. Besides, it's a good house, but it's shorter at the top and bottom. How absurd."
Is it short? Song Fenglin actually didn't feel anything about it.
He looked up at the ceiling and looked away, then remembered something: "Did the tenant next door change?"
Liu Yingxia: "This time I'm not a tenant, I'm a buyer."
His eyes and eyebrows lit up again: "It has increased by two hundred compared to when we bought it."
Song Fenglin usually takes a closer look at the advertisements at the door when he passes by a real estate agency. He said in surprise, "I saw a four-bedroom apartment with the same layout as ours the other day, and it was still selling for 1,500 yuan."
The same price they paid for it three years ago.
Liu Yingxia spent a lot of time chatting with neighbors in the community, and she knew everything about the area: "The price of houses below the 10th floor is this, and the lighting is not good."
They live on the 22nd floor, and there is only one family above them, so of course it's different.
Song Fenglin couldn't enjoy a few hours of daylight at home, so he didn't care about it.
But he immediately responded: "Is it okay for you to live with my dad?"
Liu Yingxia: "Although we are also on the 7th floor, the side units are well ventilated and bright."
Now that we know, Chen Yongzhong interrupted: "It was you who was stubborn and refused to buy Wanjiang Mansion, wasn't it?"
Thinking about the old and dilapidated house next door.
I would say to others, Liu Yingxia: "If you hadn't insisted on building a house in Xinyao, would I not want to live in a big house?"
I only have so much money at hand, and I rely on the children's help to make ends meet.
The house in his hometown is the homeland where fallen leaves return to their roots. Chen Yongzhong didn’t feel this way when he was young, but he developed an obsession with it when halfway through his life.
He said confidently: "I built a bigger one for you."
No matter how much you are influenced by the water and soil of a foreign land, you are still a person from your hometown.
Liu Yingxia was no exception. She couldn't win the argument, so she changed her mind: "You said it was built the year we got married. You still have the nerve to say that."
Chen Yongzhong: "If you have built a house, how can you buy one in the city? If my son went to school in the village, he would have died a long time ago."
The couple planned for their children all their lives and only started to live their own lives when they were old.
That's not certain. Liu Yingxia said, "Zizi has been smart since he was young. He always ranks first in exams. It's a natural talent."
Chen Zhongyong: "Then I should get half of the medal."
Whatever it is, just split it in half. Liu Yingxia would at most agree that he could get one third.
As the old couple spoke, their voices became louder and louder, and at first it sounded like they were about to have an argument.
It turns out that Song Fenglin was deeply traumatized by this kind of scene. In his memory, it was like this before his parents divorced.
Therefore, when he first got married, he avoided sitting down to have dinner with his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Even if he sat down, he would fidget and look around.
However, ten years later, he could already taste the subtle difference, and pretended not to hear the noise around him, and opened another packet of ketchup for his daughter.
Chen Xingyue’s hobby is eating ketchup with French fries, and she has to lick any ketchup that accidentally drops on the back of her hand.
Song Fenglin is not a germaphobe, and he would faint if he saw it.
He sighed inaudibly: "Xingxing, we are little girls, can we be a little more polite?"
Chen Xingyue said confidently: "My hands are clean."
That being said, it's a bit ugly after all.
Song Fenglin: "Can't we know this outside?"
Chen Xingyue nodded and licked her index finger as well.
No one could figure out whether she was going against the adults or it was unintentional. Song Fenglin faced challenges head-on throughout her life and played bad cards beautifully, but she learned to evade when it came to teaching children.
There's nothing we can do about it. He's the good guy and has no deterrent power at all.
Chen Xingyue also knew how to pick on the weak, and after dinner she acted like a spoiled child to her father, "Can I buy some new stickers?"
Song Fenglin's resistance lasted only three seconds before he made a request: "Write another page of math now, and if all the answers are correct, I'll buy it for you."
Afraid that she would not agree, I said in a gentle voice: “I will show it to her when mom comes back. Then she will know that you did a great job today and deserve a reward.”
To his surprise, his daughter didn't bargain at all and immediately sat up straight at the desk.
Song Fenglin took this opportunity to take his son to take a bath.
Chen Xinyang loves playing with water. After washing, he splashed most of his father’s clothes with water and laughed with joy.
Song Fenglin twisted the corner of his clothes and sent a message to his wife: [My parents are out for a walk. Xingxing is waiting for you to come back. Should you give her a bath or let her bathe herself? 】
Chen Yun: [I’m downstairs. 】
It was so early. Song Fenglin was surprised, but then he had another idea. He put pajamas on his son and asked, "Are you very sleepy?"
Chen Xinyang has trouble falling asleep. Even when he was a baby, he was sleepier than an owl.
He opened his eyes wide and said in a strong voice: "I'm not sleepy."
Song Fenglin ignored him, turned off the light and patted his back: "Dad thinks you are sleepy."
He said, "Let him talk." Four-year-old Chen Xinyang twisted on the bed: "Don't sleep."
The night is long, this is just the beginning.
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