Chapter 12 Twelve Untitled

Of course, no matter whether you are a top student from Harvard or Yale, you will have a headache when it comes to the next generation’s studies.

Song Fenglin did not go to work in the afternoon and stayed at home to help his daughter with her homework.

He is a good-tempered person. He can explain a problem several times. When his patience is about to run out, he looks out the window and takes a deep breath.

Chen Yun brought in some fruits and smiled: "Let me do it."

Before Song Fenglin could say anything, Chen Xingyue shook her head like a rattle: "No, I want my dad."

Those who don't know would think that this is a deep father-daughter relationship, but in fact, she is just picking on the weak.

Chen Yun: "Just write it down carefully and don't move around."

In front of her mother, one has to keep a low profile and behave herself. Chen Xingyue sat down obediently.

Song Fenglin poked his finger on the exercise book: "Now let's assume that you have 8 apples..."

Chen Xingyue was like most children. She did not show much talent early on and loved to make trouble when adults were serious.

She said, "But I don't have any apples now."

This child, Song Fenglin pinched her face: "Be serious."

Chen Xingyue was still smiling.

Her facial features are very similar to her mother's, especially her round eyes. Her temperament has lost that sense of alienation due to her baby fat, and when she smiles, her cheeks are puffy like a sweet bun.

Song Fenglin irrationally thought that she was the most beautiful little girl in the world and lost his temper completely: "Daddy will tell you again."

Chen Yun leaned against the door frame of the study and watched, remembering the time when they went fishing together before they got married.

She actually had no interest in this activity, but she kept finding faults in the 33-degree sun until sunset, without waiting for him to throw his fishing rod.

Song Fenglin's good temper was evident at that time.

Ten years later, it's still the same.

To be honest, it's impossible not to feel emotional.

Chen Yun raised her phone to take a picture, and the notification sound made both the father and daughter turn around.

Chen Xingyue made a scissors gesture: "Mom, take another one."

Song Fenglin always looked a little unnatural in front of the camera, and was as serious as if he was taking an ID photo.

Chen Yunru followed her daughter's wishes and went to the living room to play with her phone after taking the photo.

Chen Xinyang was playing with his little train on the mat and enjoying himself alone.

He was mumbling to himself, making a wheezing sound.

Chen Yun would not disturb him at this time and "ask for trouble". She turned and went into the kitchen, sitting on the small stool that served as a footstool for the children.

Song Fenglin finished his lecture and wanted to pour a glass of water. Seeing her curled up pitifully, he walked over and squatted down: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun was watching a video. When she looked up, her eyes were smiling and she twisted her wrist: "Look at this, it's funny."

A monkey was jumping around. Song Fenglin didn't see anything special, but still raised the corner of his mouth: "It's cute."

Although the smile reached his eyes, based on Chen Yun's understanding of him, she felt that he was probably talking about a person rather than a monkey.

She moved her butt and showed her side profile: "You have a very high sense of humor."

Song Fenglin: "I am happy every day with you, and my threshold has been raised."

He was so serious that it didn't sound like a love talk. Chen Yun couldn't express herself, so she added a voice-over: "This is a shy smile."

This word seemed to have nothing to do with her, and Song Fenglin didn't appreciate any of it.

He said, "My face didn't turn red." He

actually dared to be picky. Chen Yun waved her hand to send him away: "Go play with your son. I'm going to check my phone."

The second child should be treated equally. Song Fenglin played with his son with building blocks for a while.

The father and son stacked up the building like a blockhouse, which became more and more shaky, and finally collapsed under the weight.

Chen Yun happened to pass by and raised her hand to prove her innocence: "I didn't touch you."

In an instant, Chen Xinyang had digested this "blow" and the disbelief on his face gradually disappeared.

His eyes moved in three directions and finally stopped at his father: "Our house is built too high~"

Song Fenglin knelt and crawled forward two steps, gathering the scattered building blocks into a pile: "The foundation force is not right, just adjust it."

Talking about force with a four-year-old child, will he understand?

Anyway, Chen Yun’s IQ was already low after more than a decade of taking the college entrance exam, so she shrugged and looked through the half-open study door.

Chen Xingyue was using the eraser with great effort, and her back showed a sense of energy.

Chen Yun was afraid that she would tear the exercise book, so she asked, "Xingxing, how many questions are left?"

Chen Xingyue said angrily, "The last question!"

After she finished, the family of four went out to eat.

The two children were very excited and were fighting for who would hold their father's left hand while walking.

Song Fenglin was not fair, so he simply said, "Dad wants to hold Mom's hand."

The brother and sister tried to show off to each other, but they all gave in to their mother and ran after each other.

Chen Yun shouted from behind: "Slow down, baby, don't bump into anyone."

Chen Xingyue was obviously also running very fast, and she parroted her sister: "Chen Xinyang, be careful not to bump into anyone."

Chen Xinyang obeyed under the natural authority of his sister. After slowing down, he felt it was a bit unfair: "You are running too."

Chen Xingyue: "No way."

To prove this point, she played the one-two-three-status man on the spot.

Chen Xinyang suffered from his age. His short arms and legs meant he lagged behind and he bumped into his sister's back.

He fell backwards, landing on his butt, and then burst into a cackle.

Song Fenglin was ready to help him, but then he took his hand back: "When I'm done with this, I'll take you and the kids out to play more often."

Chen Yun said this: "Do you know the flag principle of TV dramas?"

Song Fenglin paused, as if to convince himself: "I'll definitely have time in the future."

Chen Yun: "Don't worry, don't make an appointment later. Just free up next Wednesday, your birthday."

She had mentioned it once, and Song Fenglin had already made arrangements: "It's free."

His arrival is the most important thing, and Chen Yun will take care of the rest.

She had a process in mind for doing things and moved forward slowly.

Song Fenglin held her hand and looked at the child, and all his worries at work disappeared.

He started Monday with new energy.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Yun prepared breakfast.

She bit the bread, put on her shoes and spoke incoherently: "I'm leaving, remember not to be late."

Song Fenglin responded loudly and wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of his daughter's mouth.

Chen Xingyue was very curious: "Why did Mom go to work so early today?"

Song Fenglin couldn't say that he was in a hurry to accompany your Aunt Zhou to get a divorce, so he lied calmly: "Because she has to make a lot of cakes today."

Chen Xingyue's questions obviously didn't stop there: "Why do you have to make so many cakes today?"

One lie needs ten or eight to make it complete.

Song Fenglin felt that if fairy tales could come true, his nose would probably be three meters long after this breakfast.

After sending the children to kindergarten, he breathed a long sigh of relief and took a photo as usual to send to his wife.

Chen Yun is driving.

She held the steering wheel with both hands, and when she heard the notification tone of her mobile phone, she did not check it immediately, and continued the previous topic: "It's so congested."

Zhou Peilin, who was sitting in the back seat: "Monday, for sure."

She had gradually come to accept the divorce in the past few days, and she was still a little dazed when the time came, leaning weakly against the window.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Chen Yun deliberately said, "I have forgotten what rush hour feels like in the morning and evening."

Zhang Songjing understood her intention very well and said, "Once you say this, you will be the public enemy of us office workers." She

added in an exaggerated tone, "Oh my God, when can I retire?"

Zhou Peilin replied, "Okay, I'll share Yang Jingrong's money with you to support you."

She seemed to want to use this method to make herself feel at ease, and her smile was inevitably bitter, "The only good news recently is probably that I'm going to get rich."

Zhang Songjing immediately spread out her hands and raised them above her eyes, "Rich woman, please support me."

Zhou Peilin patted her palms, "Leave it to me."

Chen Yun added, "If you become rich, don't forget each other. Let's go shopping in the afternoon and buy a lot."

Zhou Peilin really needed a vent, and she touched her hair, "You know what, I spent eighteen thousand yuan on this thing yesterday, and I feel a lot better."

She has been in poor condition in all aspects recently, and didn't want to appear decadent at the critical moment, so she spent a huge amount of money to dress up exquisitely from head to toe yesterday.

Chen Yun complimented her new clothes while steadying the car.

Zhou Peilin looked at the sign of the Civil Affairs Bureau and felt confused and wanted to retreat.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You two hold me tight."

The breakup of a relationship is always more or less embarrassing.

She would not allow her self-esteem to be crushed into the dust again, and she could only move forward with the support of others.

Chen Yun and Zhang Songjing were like two generals, and their eyes flashed when they saw Yang Jingrong.

Yang Jingrong actually knew how to write the word "I'm sorry". He avoided the sight of the three people opposite him and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Not all mistakes in the world can be forgiven, not to mention that such an apology is nothing but self-consolation.

Zhou Peilin would not help him get rid of his worries and said, "Then go die."

Yang Jingrong was afraid of provoking her to change her mind suddenly, but he also had to pretend to love her in the end, as if he was the victim.

No one wanted to know how he felt.

Chen Yun was only concerned with cursing him, and in her mind she used all the curse words she knew in her life to replace her previous blessings.

With no one expecting it, what happened many years ago seemed to be happening again, and the ending once again told her: love is the most unreliable thing in the world.