Chapter 23 The second

thing about getting fatter was that it happened quietly.

The current situation overwrote his memory, so that Song Fenglin couldn't remember when he had been thin.

Fortunately, there is a lot of evidence, especially a wedding photo that can be seen as soon as you look up.

At that time, it was not enlarged and hung on the wall, there was only a small photo frame that was originally placed in the entrance.

But with children, nothing can stay put.

This doesn't look like a good toy, it has been moved around a lot.

I don’t know which one of the two siblings moved it to the coffee table because he was in a good mood today.

When Song Fenglin saw it, he could still remember a few things that happened on the day the photo was taken.

First, he was not very good at smiling, and his limbs were stiff in front of the camera. Calling him a puppet was an insult to the puppet, after all, the puppet's joints were still flexible; second, it was the first time he saw Chen Yun wearing a wedding dress, and the neckline was all white, making it difficult to tell where to look; third, the photographer kept asking them to add an extra package, as if he had only seen this couple of guests in his life; fourth, Chen Yun was unhappy that day.

He's the kind of person who has a stern face, stomps his feet as he walks, and makes a "tsk" sound every three or two steps, clearly showing his displeasure.

Song Fenglin didn't dare to ask why at the time, because they got married after knowing each other for more than half a year.

When he proposed to her, he thought he would be rejected. Even her acceptance seemed incredible and like a dream. He was afraid that she would change her mind at the last minute, so he simply tried to cover up his mistake.

After so many years, it has become a mystery.

Song Fenglin thought: Why not ask now?

He lowered his head to take a look, but before he could say anything, Chen Yun said, "It's almost nine o'clock, take him to take a shower."

Song Fenglin carried his son into the public bathroom, stripped him of his clothes, and then he remembered that he had not brought in his pajamas.

He turned around to get it, and Chen Xinyang took advantage of this opportunity to play with water, blowing bubbles all over the wall.

Just play, childhood only lasts a few days.

Song Fenglin just held his hand: "Water can't flow upwards, it will splash onto the lamp."

Chen Xinyang: "Why not?"

Song Fenglin: "Because water can easily cause electric shock."

Chen Xinyang: "What do you mean by electric shock?"

...

The father and son asked and answered each other, and Song Fenglin did not show any impatience.

When Chen Yun was about to read a story book to her daughter who was bathing sweetly, she walked past the public bathroom from the study to the children's room and couldn't help but urge: "It's time to wash your skin."

Chen Xinyang was still playing with bubbles, his eyes shining.

He acted like a spoiled child to his father: "I haven't finished washing yet."

Song Fenglin held his armpits: "I don't want to be scolded."

He "forced" his son to dry his clothes, put them on, and stuffed him into the quilt.

Chen Xinyang rolled over to his mother's right side and listened to English words that he didn't understand.

He seemed to be hypnotized, his little head nodding.

Raise the first litter according to the book and the second litter like pigs.

Chen Yun has a lot of experience in her daughter's education. She started training her daughter's ears before she even knew her ABCs.

Chen Xingyue has listened to it a lot. Although she still doesn't recognize many words, her basic listening and speaking skills are better than those of ordinary children of her age.

However, parents in Ningjiang are well-known for pushing their children too hard, and the Experimental Primary School is said to be full of talented students.

Chen Yun is also feeling conflicted now.

She wanted her daughter to be happier, but also didn't want her to fall too far behind, so she spoke more and more slowly as she thought about it.

The tone of voice was so hypnotic that the normally cheerful little story became unappealing. Chen Xingyue leaned against her mother and yawned. She didn't know when she fell asleep.

Chen Yun was about to close the book, but when she moved, she noticed her son startled and stared.

This child who has difficulty sleeping thinks he is very likable. He smiles at his parents and shows a row of little teeth.

Chen Yun lay down, put her hand on his back and patted him gently: "Mom will tell you "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons 2", okay?"

Chen Xinyang pulled his father and asked him to cover himself with a quilt. He said excitedly: "I want to listen, I want to listen."

Song Fenglin stretched out his hand to turn off the light, and the room fell into darkness, with only a dim night light left.

Chen Xinyang snuggled into his father's arms and made a request: "Mom and Dad will sleep here at night."

When this room was first decorated, it was Chen Yun who insisted on having the platform bed built against everyone's objections.

It is three meters long, enough for a family of four to roll around.

Song Fenglin is such a big person that he is considered small even when he comes here.

He felt that his son was like a little chick, and hugged him: "Okay, you sleep between us."

This is what Chen Xinyang meant, and he secretly covered his mouth: "I won't tell my sister."

After all, there is only one bowl of water, how can it be equal?

After the children fell asleep, Chen Yun whispered, "If I had known earlier, I would only have one."

She was the first to bring up the idea of ​​having a second child.

She has been the core of her parents' life since she was a child, from her hometown Xinyao to Ningjiang thousands of miles away.

Probably everyone would not appreciate what they have, and for a while she felt that this kind of attention was suffocating.

Although she received a lot of love, it also served as an invisible constraint, prompting her to make all the important decisions in her life.

From further study, work to...marriage.

The last two words fell between the lips and teeth, turning into a silent sigh.

Song Fenglin couldn't hear what was in her heart and said, "When I was young, I hoped to have five children in the future."

What nonsense is this? Chen Yun: "That's a nice thought. Do you think it's laying eggs?"

Song Fenglin was only ten years old at that time and had not received even the most basic sex education.

He even thought that holding a wedding would get people pregnant, and went on to say, "There's a boy next door who's similar to me, and his parents are divorced. But he has four older brothers and sisters, and they all take good care of him."

At the time, he hadn't seen many stories of brothers fighting each other or blood relatives turning against each other, so he thought blood ties were such an intimate thing, and he dreamed every day of becoming him.

But God did not give him such an opportunity, and he remained that lonely person.

Because of loneliness, I long for companionship.

Chen Yun could understand: "But five is too many."

Song Fenglin: "Where we are, the more talented you are, the less likely you will be bullied."

The people in the northwest have been tough since ancient times. Twenty years ago, their hometown was a place where fists were the loudest.

He once told a story about a fight with someone, although Chen Yun always felt that it was exaggerated, especially when it came to whether his posture was heroic or not.

She said, "I never encountered a group fight when I was a kid. When I was in junior high school, I was even dragged to the bathroom for a talk."

After more than ten years, Song Fenglin was nervous for her: "Are you okay?"

Of course not. Chen Yun hesitated and stated in advance: "You are not allowed to laugh after I finish talking."

How difficult must it be to say something that she could only say after ten years of marriage?

Song Fenglin had put on a stiff face in advance: "I will never laugh."

Chen Yun: "I went to the teacher and cried."

Junior high school students are more concerned about their reputation. Sometimes they would rather swallow the bitter fruit than let the adults get involved. She was embarrassed for this and got the nickname "crybaby", which was even more despised than those who committed school violence.

Thinking about it now, it’s really infuriating.

Chen Yun: "We should just fight. If I lose, I can still tell about my heroic deeds."

Song Fenglin tried to find something to say: "Crying is also heroic."

The best, Chen Yun: "It doesn't matter. I have too many stories, this one won't make a difference."

She changed her sleeping position slightly: "But I feel worried when I think that Xingxing might encounter something like this in the future."

Song Fenglin: "How about sending her to learn martial arts?"

Chen Yun: "I took her to a trial class, but the nearby institutions are not very good."

Her first principle is to stay close to home, otherwise the pick-up and drop-off alone would be a big problem.

Song Fenglin didn't attend any class and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun: "There is one that doesn't have surveillance, and the classroom is half-walled with sound-proof glass. I tell you, this is the bottom line. We Xingxing must never go to a place that doesn't have these two things to take extracurricular classes. There is another one..."

The things she picked on were not considered problems by Song Fenglin before, but they really became problems after she mentioned them.

He said, "According to this standard, I'm afraid you can't find one."

Chen Yun: "It's better to have nothing than to have something bad."

But she was not confident: "If it doesn't work, a job farther away is fine."

Song Fenglin always wanted to do more for his children. Anyway, he had time recently: "Then I'll find it."

Chen Yun: "Let me tell you first, it may be harder than finding a new job for you."

Song Fenglin was not arguing: "It should be easy for me to find a job."

It seemed so. He was mentally prepared to deliver food and drive for Didi. What else could he not do.

Chen Yun: "Then the task of picking up the kids tomorrow will be left to you. I have something to do."

Song Fenglin followed up by asking, "What's the matter?"

Chen Yun: "The official statement is that I am discussing our family's next financial management plan with Perrin."

Song Fenglin: "What about the unofficial statement?"

Chen Yun: "We are going to a newly opened barbecue restaurant."

In short, it was their private time.

Song Fenglin: "Okay, go and have fun. I'm at home."

There was a weirdness in his tone that Chen Yun couldn't describe.

She pushed away her daughter's legs that were pressing on her, and said, "I feel like I'm going to the city to take the imperial examination, and you've been embroidering at home until your eyes were almost blind, saving up money for my trip."

Song Fenglin thought about the scene and actually understood her humor: "Later, you became the top scorer in the imperial examination and were going to marry a princess, and I took the children to beg on the streets to seek justice in the capital."

If she continued singing, it would be "The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty."

Chen Yun happened to yawn and stopped talking: "Go to sleep, good night."

Song Fenglin reached over his son and held her hand: "Good night."

At this moment he was very glad that after many years, he no longer needed to rely on imaginary brothers and sisters to find peace, but had someone who could truly accompany him.