Chapter 20 Twenty Upside Down

The next day is Saturday, and in the morning the official will release the first list of public primary school students.

Chen Yun sat in front of the computer at 8:50, refreshing the web page over and over again, humming a song to relieve stress.

Song Fenglin knows nothing about pop songs, and the ones he listens to now are basically those from the beginning of the century.

He leaned in closer to listen carefully: "What song is this?"

Chen Yun: "Chen Zhiwen's new single "Ask."

The name is quite lazy, but there is more to complain about.

Song Fenglin: "Can he still release a single?"

No, why do you still look down on others?

Chen Yun: “Why not?”

Song Fenglin said objectively: “He has broken voice when he sings.”

It doesn’t matter if he has broken voice like the Somali Trench. Chen Yun: “As long as he looks handsome, it’s fine.”

Handsome? Song Fenglin said sourly: "It's okay."

Chen Yun: "It doesn't matter. If you don't support him, just support me."

While she was speaking, she pressed F5 again.

Maybe there are too many people online, so the webpage has been stuck early.

Chen Yun poked the screen with her hand and made an unreasonable request: "Can you hack into the system?"

Song Fenglin pinched her fingers: "No."

Oh, Chen Yun pouting, lying on the table, her hair scattered softly.

Song Fenglin felt itchy after seeing this, so he braided her hair into a pigtail, and paused at the end: "You grab it, I'll go get the rubber band."

Chen Yun: "There are two errand boys outside, just tell them to do what they want."

Song Fenglin thought the two kids were having a great time outside, so he lowered his voice: "Just grab it, okay?"

Of course not, Chen Yun stretched out her claws: "Give it to me."

These words were actually a bit funny, and Song Fenglin laughed out loud.

He walked quietly through the living room, afraid of attracting the attention of his children, picked up the rubber band and went back into the study like a gust of wind.

Chen Yun turned around and looked at him with a gloomy face: "The website is completely down."

Song Fenglin: "Wait a little longer."

He was indeed very patient and took a photo of his braid with his mobile phone: "Look."

Chen Yun took a glance and felt like the heroine in an old movie: "It's pretty."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed F5 again.

The page finally responded and slowly displayed from top to bottom.

Chen Yun was afraid of missing a line of words, so her eyes moved back and forth.

Song Fenglin, who is nearsighted, found the place faster than she did. He stretched out his finger and pointed, "The star is here."

Chen Yun knocked on the table excitedly, "It is indeed the Experimental Primary School!"

She picked up her phone to send messages to her parents and communicated with other parents she knew.

Seeing that she was so busy that she didn't even bother to talk to him, Song Fenglin withdrew his hand as if he wanted to hug her and sat beside her in silence.

After a while, Chen Yun felt a little quiet and turned around slowly: "Are you happy and silly?"

Song Fenglin half-speaking: "It seems that my position in your heart ranks behind my parents, Chenchen's mother and Yuer's mother."

Oh, I smell sourness.

Chen Yun: “Aren’t we watching it together?”

It makes sense, but it’s also disappointing.

Song Fenglin thought that maybe he was too fussy and thought positively: "At least Xingxing and Yangyang are behind me."

What was there to say to two preschoolers? Chen Yun: "I almost forgot about them."

He was still the one who was remembered. What was there to be dissatisfied about? Song Fenglin: "No rush to notify."

He tucked her hair behind her ears: "Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Chen Yun: "Yes, I have to hand in the paper materials again for review."

Song Fenglin: "Then I'll hand them in. I haven't been in yet."

He also wanted to see in advance where his daughter would study for the next six years.

Since he is so enthusiastic, Chen Yun: "I'm going to the store, you can send Xingxing to play the piano later. If there is anything you want to do, send your son to my place."

Song Fenglin was stunned and smiled bitterly: "I found that besides work, I really have nothing else to do."

He is not even addicted to electronic products, and his life is extremely monotonous.

You can’t think about these things when you are busy, but they are worth pondering when you have free time.

Chen Yun: "During the month of your handover, you can explore some hobbies."

Hobbies? This is probably the only thing Song Fenglin has lacked in his 35 years of life.

But in an instant, a figure popped up in his mind and said, "I have."

Chen Yun didn't know: "What is it?"

Song Fenglin: "I'll take Yangyang to the store to find you."

Chen Yun leaned back tactically: "Is your hobby to watch me take care of children?"

He instigated: "Yangyang has always wanted to go to the Lego experience class, but he is too young to be accompanied by a parent. You know, I get a headache when I see these. It's a good opportunity for you to take him there once."

Song Fenglin: "Let's go next week."

Chen Yun: "Aren't you free this week?"

Song Fenglin: "Because I want to see you in the store."

Although the son was only brought along, it's not too much to ask him to fulfill his father's wish occasionally.

Chen Yun lowered his head uncomfortably because of the bluntness. "I personally think you can have some more elegant interests."

Song Fenglin: "That's good."

He wanted to do well when he was a child, and he wanted to live a good life when he grew up. Only today did he feel from the bottom of his heart that he had lived a good life.

Chen Yun suppressed all her emotions and raised her head slightly: "Then come here, I'll make you something delicious."

She emphasized: "Only for you, not for my son."

Song Fenglin pleaded for his son: "Can you give him a bite?"

Chen Yun pressed hard between her lips and teeth: "No, only for you."

Song Fenglin tried to fight for it, but thought that he really couldn't help, and said: "I will avoid him from eating it."

Chen Yun remembered that last time the second child had tonsillitis, she only gave candy to the eldest child.

The eldest brother promised not to let his younger brother know, but the secret slipped out soon after. The younger brother was so angry that he burst into tears and his voice was completely broken the next day.

Of course, my husband shouldn’t make this kind of mistake.

Chen Yun still trusted him and nodded: "Okay, I'm leaving."

On the weekend, she went out to work while Song Fenglin stayed at home to take care of the children, which was completely the opposite of their previous lives.

Even the children found it novel, especially Chen Xingyue.

She is already seven years old, and she can burst out some wisdom from time to time: "Dad, you won't work in the future, right?"

Don't think that children are stupid. Even if they don't hear it with their own ears, they can infer some details from the words and deeds of people around them.

Song Fenglin: "That's the case for now."

Chen Xingyue went straight to the point: "How long is that for now?"

Song Fenglin: "Dad is not sure yet, so I can't answer you."

He was thinking that he could take a few days off when the family's finances were not tight, but he was not sure how long he could lie down with his always-tense personality, so he could not give his daughter a definite answer.

Fortunately, Chen Xingyue did not "stick to her" and just jumped around happily: "That's great, that's great, from now on Daddy can always pick me up from school."

Song Fenglin: "Isn't it good for Mom to pick you up from school?"

Chen Xingyue first solemnly declared that she loved her mother very much, then she felt a little embarrassed: "But you come less often."

Scarcity makes things valuable. Song Fenglin has raised her for seven years and can understand his daughter's psychology a little bit.

He was very self-aware and said, "You will dislike me in a few days."

Chen Xingyue hugged her father and acted coquettishly, "No way."

Things that are snatched away by others are also good things. Chen Xinyang was not willing to be outdone and wanted to squeeze in between his father and sister.

The brother and sister knocked down the squatting Song Fenglin. He only heard a thud and thought exaggeratedly: the ground was shaking.

Chen Xinyang took the opportunity to sit on his father's belly and play, and was so ruthless that he almost made him vomit his breakfast.

Song Fenglin felt like a turtle that had just put on its shell and didn't know how to get up.

Chen Xingyue was more sensible. She reached out and pulled her brother away: "Daddy will be hurt."

She didn't control the strength of her attack well, and Chen Xinyang fell flat on his face, crying loudly in pain.

It was the first time that Song Fenglin realized that the "buzzing head" had specific manifestations, and he lay in a spread-eagle position.

He only gave himself a second to relax before immediately getting up to coax the child.

Chen Xingyue realized later that she had done something wrong and joined in teasing her younger brother.

Chen Xinyang's emotions came and went quickly, and soon he started laughing.

Song Fenglin breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the time: "Xingxing, it's time to go to piano lesson."

Chen Xingyue had no initiative at all to learn piano. She dragged her feet when it was time to go out, putting on and taking off a pair of socks.

Song Fenglin said patiently: "Baby, stop playing with socks."

Chen Xingyue finally stopped doing what she wanted, but the way she walked was very much like a zombie.

Song Fenglin held one in his left hand and one in his right hand.

He suddenly had a bad premonition that the word "loving father" would soon be far away from him.