Chapter 82 Expectations
Chen Yun's thoughts kept changing. In less than ten minutes, she symbolically knocked on the study door and said, "I almost forgot to have a meeting with you."
As expected of a “leader”, he notified the meeting as soon as he said it would.
Song Fenglin pressed the pause button on the online class again and stood up to show his seriousness: "What's the matter?"
Chen Yun: "Xingxing will be a first-grade student when school starts. You should pay more attention to English and PE."
Song Fenglin said in embarrassment: "I can help her practice more in PE, but why don't you teach her English?"
His English is standard test-taking English. He didn't learn the pronunciation correctly when he was first learning English. He had corrected it repeatedly afterwards, but his speech still had a strong accent of dialect.
Chen Yun: "That's fine, then you can take Chinese, math and PE, and I'll take English and piano."
He added: "You need to review the initials and finals."
If you learn it thirty years ago, you still have to learn it thirty years later.
Song Fenglin occasionally felt puzzled: "Why do I still feel like I'm in school?"
Who says it’s not true? Chen Yun: “Parents are required to come to clean the classroom and make blackboard newspapers.”
Song Fenglin: "From now on, I'll sweep the floor, and you'll do the blackboard newspaper."
He said this not to share the responsibilities equally, but to ensure that he would not be absent from his children's school activities and strive to make his children feel the common care of their parents.
Chen Yun didn't care who would do the job, but she couldn't understand why the child couldn't do it himself.
She didn't have to measure her current life by the conditions of the past. After all, the changes in the past twenty years were earth-shaking. But no matter how she thought about it, it didn't seem reasonable.
Song Fenglin thought so too, and nodded in agreement: "I used to like spring cleaning."
As long as there are no classes, it is an unexpectedly relaxing time for students.
Chen Yun became interested: "When I was in junior high school, we had to pull weeds in the playground the day before school started in summer vacation. After we pulled the weeds, our class teacher would treat us to popsicles at his own expense."
Memories are something that when you recall them, it's as if you can even remember the smell of the wind that blew that day.
Song Fenglin: "We were sweeping snow. We had to go during the winter vacation. Usually we would just throw the snow away for fun after sweeping halfway."
The differences between the north and the south are really in many aspects.
Chen Yun exclaimed: "It must be fun."
Song Fenglin was ambiguous: "It's OK."
Chen Yun: "It seems like you don't like it very much."
Time can dilute many things, leaving only the aftertaste of bitterness.
Song Fenglin stretched out his fingers and scratched his face: "I hated snow the most at that time. It was too cold."
The cold is a challenge for the poor.
He was wearing thin clothes and a worn cotton-padded jacket. His five exposed fingers were all covered with frostbite. It seemed that his throat would be frozen when he breathed. The little bit of happiness was just a temporary solution to his thirst.
Chen Yun understood the meaning behind this, or rather, with her life experience, she needed to be reminded to think of this, and she was silent for a moment.
Instead, Song Fenglin comforted her: "There are also happy things."
Chen Yun: “What is it?”
Song Fenglin: "Let's go on a picnic, carrying a pot and vegetables."
In the first half of the sentence, the picture that Chen Yun imagined should be curling smoke from cooking fires, small bridges over flowing water and houses, but in the second half, only the rugged grandeur of the Loess Plateau remains.
She said, "No, why do you still have to take the blame?"
Song Fenglin asked back: "Don't you carry the pot when you have a picnic?"
Chen Yun: "Our barbecue is rented next to the reservoir."
After all, the south is more developed. In comparison, I feel like I'm living in a primitive society.
Song Fenglin gestured: "A class needs to bring two pots this big."
Chen Yun: "Bring it from home? Then what will your family use it if you bring it away?"
Her focus is really different from others. Song Fenglin: "Once a classmate brought the only pot in his home, and the whole family had no food to eat that day."
After he said this, he was surprised himself. He didn't expect that he could still remember such trivial matters after living for so many years.
Chen Yun slapped the desk and said, "I said, this must be the case."
Yes, yes, she is very good at predicting things.
Song Fenglin said helplessly: "Be gentle too, your hands hurt."
Chen Yun was just making a lot of noise but doing little. She didn't put in much effort at all. Suddenly, she was curious: "Did you ever get into trouble when you were in school?"
Song Fenglin was the type of student that his teachers liked the most when he was in school. He was diligent, hardworking, well-behaved, and respectful of authority. Even if he was notified to go to the playground to run at three o'clock in the morning, he would show up on time without hesitation.
When he was asked this question, all he could remember was forgetting to do his homework and being late for school, which were not worth mentioning in the adult world. He was about to shake his head, but suddenly he showed some excitement: "I smoked secretly in school."
Chen Yun hated the smell of cigarettes, but that didn't stop her from being curious about this story: "Yourself?"
Song Fenglin: "With Zhensheng. He was heartbroken at that time, and he stole cigarettes from home every day, saying that he was going to degenerate."
Most people who clamor for falling into depravity will never be able to do so.
His childhood friend Zhang Zhensheng has always been a good student. After graduating with a doctorate, he taught at a 985 university and now holds the title of associate senior professional.
Chen Yun's gossipy heart became agitated: "He has the ability to fall in love early, and now he is complaining every day that he can't find a partner."
Song Fenglin couldn't put it into words: "Premature love is also a part of his downfall, it's almost like playing house, you can say he didn't have a relationship."
Chen Yun narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows: "What about you?"
Song Fenglin said seriously: "I really didn't talk about it."
Chen Yun: "Who asked you this? I mean, have you ever fallen?"
Song Fenglin was surprised: "Isn't smoking degenerate enough?"
Anything beyond this is written in the criminal law.
As expected of him, Chen Yun threatened: "You keep saying how great it is that Xingxing looks like me. She will suffer when she skips classes, hangs out in Internet cafes, or fights with classmates."
Song Fenglin responded: "Asking for leave doesn't count as skipping classes. Internet cafes are strictly controlled now and she can't use the computer. If there was a fight, it must be someone else who bullied her first."
However, he had no such experience and asked, "Is it because of puberty?"
Chen Yun: “I want others to think that I am not only good at studying, but also cool.”
The word "cool" can sum up all the middle school behaviors, and it is an adjective that Song Fenglin has never had.
Strangely enough, he had seen many of the bad students that his teachers talked about many years ago.
They hide behind the dormitory building all day long to smoke, walk on the road in groups of three or five after school, discuss where to go to settle things every day, just lie down and sleep in class, and hand in blank papers for exams. Most of them don't even finish compulsory education and just walk into society.
Some people say that this kind of downward freedom is not freedom, but inexplicably, Song Fenglin actually felt a little envious.
The emotion in his eyes was too obvious. Chen Yun noticed it and asked, "Do you want to be cool too?"
Song Fenglin hesitated and shook his head: "At my age, it's hard to be cool."
What does this age mean? Chen Yun: "You are only 35, which is the best time of your life. You can do much more than in adolescence."
He casually gave an example: "At least you can go to the Internet cafe and turn on the computer."
What a huge advantage.
Song Fenglin pointed and said, "I have a computer at home, so I don't need to go to an Internet cafe anymore."
This is the misunderstanding of people who have never played games in an Internet cafe. Chen Yun patted his shoulder and said, "It's completely different."
Her eyes suddenly lit up: "I'll take you there next time!"
Song Fenglin felt that it seemed that she wanted to go more, but if this was treated as a date, he would not mind going through fire and water.
He asked, "Tomorrow?"
Chen Yun touched his forehead, which was no longer hot, and said cautiously, "The day after tomorrow."
Although it is the day after tomorrow, Song Fenglin has already started looking forward to it.
Just like the little fox in the story - you said come at four o'clock, and I started to be happy at three o'clock.
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