Chapter 81 Eighty-one Thoughts
Chen Yun, who was the king, took good care of the patient for the next two days.
Song Fenglin rarely fell ill, but this was like a sudden onset of illness, with his body temperature fluctuating around 38 degrees.
But perhaps because of its strong vitality, it quickly returned to normal.
He was fine, and Chen Yun could breathe a sigh of relief and went to the store after many days.
Before leaving, Song Fenglin proposed to go with her. After being rejected, he was visibly disappointed and followed her with his eyes eagerly.
But Chen Yun will not change his mind. After all, even if it is not for his own health, he has to consider the health of his customers.
But seeing his pitiful appearance, I said, "I will try to come back as soon as possible."
Song Fenglin comforted him a little: "Okay, go slowly."
I was thinking about what to do today.
Chen Yun seemed to have expected this. After putting on her shoes, she turned around and warned him, "You are not allowed to do housework today. You can only rest."
Song Fenglin couldn't just pretend to obey, and he was also afraid that fitness would cause other illnesses. After she left, he walked around the living room bored and opened the book "High School Mathematics" that he hadn't finished reading last time.
Recalling the past, those were glorious years.
The words "high school mathematics" are actually a very beautiful memory for him. After all, it is always easier for people to gain a sense of accomplishment in the field they are good at. This love even influenced his application for college admissions at one point - he thought at the time that the Computer Science Department was a small branch of the School of Mathematics.
It was not until he entered university that he realized that his talent was not enough to become a mathematician.
However, after finishing this year's college entrance examination mathematics paper, he began to doubt his memory, wondering if these were really the things he had mastered back then?
Out of curiosity, he took photos of the last two questions and sent them to his university classmates group: [Is there anyone who can do this now? 】
Those who are at work are slacking off, and those who are not at work are playing with their phones.
Everyone responded immediately, each showing off their own unique abilities, and in the end no one knew who started talking about the children's education issues.
One classmate filled the screen with tearful emojis: [My daughter scored 67 on the final math test]
Another person replied: [Be content, my son only has single digits]
To put it in today's terms, everyone in the group is a top student, but there seems to be no pattern in genetic inheritance. Even if Song Fenglin turns the filter to the maximum, he still can't see any signs of genius in the two children.
He was unconsciously swept up in the atmosphere of pushing his children to study harder during the discussion on this topic. After putting his phone down, he gradually came to his senses and felt that it would be easier to learn on his own.
After all, it's something I've learned, and I can vaguely feel it again after more than ten years.
Song Fenglin was listening to an online class while doing his homework, and his back looked like he was writing furiously.
As soon as Chen Yun came home from get off work, she heard chattering coming from the direction of the study.
She heard words like "function" before she got close. She was so overwhelmed by the horrible memories that she didn't want to take a step forward. She raised her voice and said, "I thought you were sleeping."
Song Fenglin pressed the pause button and poked his head out of the study: "I can't sleep. My waist hurts even when I lie down."
Seeing how excited he is, it seems that nothing serious is happening.
Chen Yun just couldn't figure out what was so fascinating about mathematics, so she blinked and said, "Okay, then you learn it."
Now that she's back, what's the point of math? Song Fenglin slowly moved over and said, "We'll continue tomorrow."
He also said, "Let's order takeout tonight to save ourselves the trouble."
Chen Yun: "I didn't prepare any big meal for you."
Song Fenglin is sick, so the meals have been very light these past two days.
He was not a picky eater, but he couldn't stand his wife ordering takeout every day, so he said, "I want to eat crayfish, too."
This word is used very well.
Chen Yun's eyes widened: "How did you know?"
Song Fenglin: "A shrimp head fell under the table."
dining table? Chen Yun only squatted down to look at it now, but it was already too late.
She said, "I ate it secretly because I was afraid you would be greedy."
Song Fenglin: "Even if I can't eat it, I can peel it for you."
He was actually swallowing his saliva while speaking, and Chen Yun couldn't help but want to tease him: "Okay, then just peel the shell and don't eat it."
Song Fenglin swallowed his saliva again, feeling sorry for missing out on the crayfish again. However, he was obviously unable to resist the delicious food. He stared at it and pretended not to be looking at it at all.
Chen Yun couldn't help laughing: "Eat it, eat it. If you don't know, you'd think I'm abusing you."
Song Fenglin: "You are doing this for my own good, I know."
After saying this, he turned his head with great determination and cut ties with the crayfish.
Chen Yun peeled one and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat it."
Song Fenglin bit his tongue subconsciously and mumbled, "I'll do it."
Afraid of not being able to do the work.
Chen Yun was so happy that she freed her hands and lowered her head to concentrate on playing with her phone.
Song Fenglin could only look at the top of her hair and didn't feel lonely at all.
He enjoyed himself and was even active in clearing the table after eating.
Chen Yun watched him busying about and thought about what she had been researching these past two days: "What does people-pleasing personality mean?"
She only knew that there was such a thing before, and her understanding of it was no more than that of quantum mechanics. After searching again and again, she could not completely match Song Fenglin with this term.
Because he is very principled towards others, he never gave in when his daughter threw a tantrum when she was young.
But he treated Chen Yun with all his might, as if she were fragile glass, and handled her with care, even wishing he could wrap her up with ten rolls of plastic wrap. That deep-rooted cautious attitude would not change because of her few words.
After ten years of marriage, Chen Yun always thought that Song Fenglin was under her control. Only today did she realize that perhaps she knew too much about his inner world, and she couldn't help but feel worried.
Seeing her frown, Song Fenglin asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Yun raised her head slightly: "I'm thinking about life."
It's a bit nonsensical, but very much her style.
Song Fenglin: "How about thinking while eating fruit?"
Chen Yun nodded and shook her head, holding up two fingers: "I gained two pounds."
Song Fenglin replied: "I can't tell."
He also praised her for still being the most beautiful girl in the world.
This set of words did not have much comforting effect on Chen Yun. Instead, it aroused her enthusiasm. She slammed the table and said, "I declare that I will start losing weight tomorrow."
Why tomorrow? Because she also ordered a cup of milk tea on the way.
Song Fenglin smiled knowingly, but his wife accused him of being teased and tickled, and sent him to the study room to reflect on his mistakes in front of the computer.
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