Chapter 24 Twenty-four Clues It rained the next morning. When Chen Yun woke up, she heard crackling sounds outside the window. She squinted at the ceiling, then quickly reacted. She yawned and went to the balcony to rescue her clothes. As a result, when she arrived in the living room, she saw that the clothes had already been hung on the rack inside. Without having to think, Chen Yun knew who it was. She waited for the others to wake up and asked, "What time did the rain start? Why didn't I hear any sound?" Song Fenglin: "A little after three o'clock." He added, "You talked to me when I got up." Really? Chen Yun couldn't remember anything at all and turned the fried egg over: "Maybe they were sleepwalking." If she said they were sleepwalking, then they were sleepwalking. Song Fenglin: "Where are their raincoats?" Chen Yun: "If they're not in the entrance, then they must be in the cabinet on the balcony." Song Fenglin searched again according to what she said and came back to report: "Nothing." Chen Yun put breakfast on the table: "You urge them to eat, I'll look for it." She wandered around, and after a while she stood in the living room with her hands on her hips, thinking. Seeing her deep in thought, Song Fenglin peeled a boiled egg for the child and asked: "Is it lost?" As if triggering a certain keyword, Chen Yun called out briefly and rushed into the utility room. It is called a storage room, but it is actually Chen Xinyang's room. However, no one is sleeping there for the time being, and the cabinet is gradually filled with many unused items that are not being used. Chen Yun couldn't remember why she put it here after using it last time, so she took it out and shook it: "I almost forgot." Song Fenglin gave him a look that said "Didn't you forget it?" with a smile on his face. Chen Yun seemed unmoved. She sat down and quietly stepped on his foot. She was happy only after rolling it twice. It doesn't hurt, but it makes me a little distracted. Song Fenglin guessed that he had been living too leisurely recently, and even though he was well fed and warm, he began to think about sex. His mind began to wander aimlessly, and the child seemed to be an eyesore to him. Chen Xinyang didn't realize that he was annoying his father, and started to act like a spoiled brat halfway through his breakfast. Song Fenglin urged him again and again but he was still reluctant to eat properly, so Song Fenglin could only raise his voice and slam the table: "Chen Xinyang!" He called out Chen Xinyang's full name, which scared Chen Xinyang so much that he was stunned. All he saw in his life was his father's smiling face, and he subconsciously clenched his hands together. People who don't often lose their temper tend to reflect on their own loss of control. Song Fenglin has this kind of personality. His tone softened: "What did Dad ask you to do?" Chen Xinyang sat down obediently: "Eat." Song Fenglin felt even more guilty. He touched his son's head and said nothing. He was thinking about this matter all day and even went to a nearby shopping mall to eat during his lunch break. I ate a bowl of ordinary beef noodles and went to a Lego store where there was nothing cheap. Song Fenglin was very generous to the whole family and picked out a few styles that a four-year-old could put together. They all looked familiar, but he couldn’t tell which one was the same one at home. He took a photo and sent a message to his wife: [Can I buy these? 】 Chen Yun was thinking about the ice cream machine that had just arrived, and didn't look at it immediately after hearing the reminder sound. She fiddled with some raw materials, trying to figure out what flavor to try first. After she made the decision, she remembered that she still had unread messages. Chen Yun clicked on the photo he sent and replied: [Didn’t you buy the Children’s Day present? 】 Song Fenglin walked from the second floor to the fifth floor just to wait for her opinion. He had been holding his phone, and when he noticed the vibration he stopped and looked: [It’s not a gift, I just wanted to buy it for my child, and was afraid it might be too heavy] Chen Yun: [It’s not heavy. 】 That’s good. Song Fenglin went downstairs to pay the bill. He was not partial to anyone and even brought a gift for his daughter, which he took back to the company openly. When he passed by the front desk, someone greeted him: "Mr. Song, there's a delivery for you." Delivery? Song Fenglin seldom goes shopping and couldn't remember what he had bought. He put the thing down and asked, "Do you have a pair of scissors? Let me open it and take a look." The receptionist handed him a pair and, respecting privacy, moved her eyes to the computer screen. Song Fenglin cut open the tape and took out a box of wedding candy. Now he remembered who it was, and said, "After I leave, there may be more express deliveries sent to the company. I'd like to trouble you to forward them for me." To be honest, the word "trouble" alone is definitely not enough. But the front desk clerk has a personal relationship with Chen Yun and their relationship has always been good. She made an OK gesture: "No problem." Song Fenglin politely thanked him and sent his blessings to his old classmates after returning to the office. Old classmate: [I know you are a busy person and you definitely won’t have time to attend the wedding. I happen to be on a business trip to Ningjiang next week. Can you come and have a drink with me? 】 Song Fenglin:【I’m about to quit my job, so I’m quite free】 Old classmate:【What a coincidence, are you coming to Chengdu? 】 Perhaps he felt that he couldn’t express himself clearly in a few words, so he called via video the next second. Song Fenglin hadn't seen this friend for a long time. After answering the call, he exclaimed, "You are so thin now." He almost suspected that his memory was wrong, and frowned as he thought for a moment. Old classmate: "Aren't we going to be the groom now?" He held the camera far away and showed himself from all angles. Song Fenglin lowered his head to look at his belly and thought that he was also thin when he got married. He pointed out the other party's intention: "You are video chatting just to show off to me, right?" The old classmate flexed his biceps: "Of course not." This person's intentions are simply obvious. Song Fenglin chatted with him for a few more words, made an appointment to meet next week, and pushed his phone aside. Just as I put it down, there was a loud thunder in the sky. The rain, which seemed to have died down, was coming back again, and the clouds in the distance were all dark. Seeing that it was about to rain heavily, Song Fenglin murmured: "It won't rain until the day after tomorrow." The day after tomorrow was Children's Day, and there was a parent-child sports meeting in the kindergarten in the morning. The children had already made an appointment with their father to participate, and they had been looking forward to it. Plans cannot keep up with changes, and weather forecasts are beyond human control. Song Fenglin just sent a WeChat message to his wife to grumble a few words, what else could he do? Chen Yun had an appointment with Zhou Peilin in the afternoon, and when she received the message, the two were chatting in the store. She glanced at it and turned the phone screen upside down, and continued, "To be honest, I don't dare to make big investments. I have elderly parents and young children to take care of." Zhou Peilin was able to start from scratch with her ex-husband, so she is naturally a daring and enterprising person. However, true friends do not just instill their own opinions and ideas into others. She said: "You are right. Especially if someone tells you there is a business that will make you a lot of money, you should run away as far away as possible." Chen Yun: "I even try to make a high down payment when buying a house. Do I look like a opportunist?" Zhou Peilin held the opposite opinion: "In fact, your parents didn't need to pay the full amount for that house they lived in. Now the housing prices in Ningjiang are rising so fast, they lost money." As long as you live in it and don't sell it, it is a fixed asset. Chen Yun couldn't see where the money was either: "It's okay, as long as I don't lose money." Zhou Peilin couldn't help but envy: "One has to have everything since childhood to be able to be open-minded." She couldn't do that. She didn't even fill out her college entrance examination application form, and today, more than ten years later, she still couldn't let it go. Chen Yun smiled and acquiesced: "My good luck has run out since I was a child. I don't think I'll have any chance of making a fortune." As for the regrets in life, there is no need to mention them. Anyway, everything cannot start over again, so just pretend that they never happened. It's good to be content with a small fortune. Zhou Peilin: "But seriously, my suggestion is to sell Song Fenglin's shares." Why did she get straight to the point? Chen Yun: "Let's talk about serious matters over dinner. I don't feel guilty about abandoning my family and children." She was always afraid that she had not done enough to take good care of her children. She was afraid that their minds would not grow up healthily if she neglected them for a day, and she was always a little nervous when going out. Zhou Peilin: "What you said makes me almost pregnant." She smiled bitterly and said, "During the Chinese New Year, I was still worried about not having children. Now I think it's a good thing." Divorce is not an easy decision for two people, and it is even more complicated for three people. Chen Yun: "God is helping you. Your life will definitely be smooth sailing in the future." Will it? Zhou Peilin could only sigh: "I hope God blesses me." After saying so many words of comfort, Chen Yun was also at a loss for words. She could only touch her silently and get up to pour her some water. When she sat down again, she checked her phone and replied to several messages at once. Song Fenglin had just got off work and was on his way to kindergarten. He was holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying the things he had just bought at noon in the other. He had no time to spare, and he had no time to take care of the child after picking him up. The son was blown back by the wind, and the daughter walked through puddles. It took Song Fenglin a lot of effort just to control the two of them, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he got home. Liu Yingxia was cooking and poked her head out from the kitchen: "Are you wet? The towel is on the sofa." Not only was she wet, three pounds of water could drip from Chen Xingyue's trouser legs alone. She couldn't even walk with big steps, so she moved slowly into the bathroom. Song Fenglin got her some clean clothes and also changed a set of clothes for his son. Chen Xinyang was thinking about the new toy so much that he couldn't wait to open it and take a look at it. He wanted to run to show off to his grandmother. But he didn't notice that there was still water on the ground. He leaned back, his head hitting the ground, and cried heartbreakingly. Song Fenglin watched helplessly, but unfortunately he was not quick enough to save him. He blamed himself so much that he quickly hugged his son and tried to comfort him. However, he was still worried and searched Baidu for the specific symptoms of concussion to scare himself. Liu Yingxia touched the back of her grandson's head and said, "It's swollen." Chen Xinyang's tears had not yet dried, but his attention was already focused on the toys. He lay on the mat with his butt sticking up, studying the drawings over and over again. It looks like there shouldn't be any problem. Song Fenglin knew his mother-in-law's character, so he quickly said, "Mom, as long as you know how to play, it will be fine." Liu Yingxia was not the first day to take care of children, but she could not help but worry about every little thing. She sighed, "It's good that you're okay." After all, she was concerned about her son-in-law, so she stopped talking and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking. The child fell in front of him, and Song Fenglin couldn't help feeling guilty. He was already distressed, and half-knelt in front of his son with guilt: "I'm sorry, baby." Chen Xinyang blinked at his father, probably thinking that he was a little puzzled, and said with a tilted head: "It's okay." Then he invited him warmly: "I can't do this." Song Fenglin played Lego with him, and wanted to help his daughter with homework after dinner. Chen Xinyang was a little unhappy, so he went into the study and pulled his father out. Chen Xingyue also refused to let go, and the brother and sister fought with each other through their parents. Song Fenglin failed to persuade any of them, and instead made them all start crying loudly. Liu Yingxia was still washing dishes. When she heard the sound, she wiped her hands and carried the younger one to the living room: "Let's not disturb sister, she is studying." Chen Xinyang was still heartbroken: "I want my dad!" After crying for a while and finding that no one came, he changed his voice: "I want my mom!" Liu Yingxia: "Okay, okay, mom will be back soon." Chen Xinyang was determined not to give up until he saw anyone, and his tone became more and more intense. After her grandson was born, her daughter was laid off and stayed at home, so Liu Yingxia took less time to take care of him. Sometimes she couldn't handle him, and her tone gradually became less patient. Just at this moment, Chen Yun came home. She came back happily and took over with a smile: "Yangyang, why are you crying?" What else could he be crying for? Liu Yingxia breathed a sigh of relief and said unhappily: "You are a mother now, so don't worry about going out to play every day. You have to take care of the children first." Chen Yun seemed to be hit head-on, and her smile froze: "How can I say every day?" She had a lot of things to say in retort, but she swallowed them out of habit. Liu Yingxia went on to complain: "How many days have you had dinner at home recently?" It was only a few days, as if it was some big mistake. Chen Yun said nothing and just patted her son's back. It was obvious that she was not happy to hear it. Liu Yingxia muttered, "It's a good thing you're not married, otherwise your mother-in-law would have scolded you." Amid Chen Xinyang's sobs, Chen Yun's self-deprecating remark, "Aren't you the mother-in-law?" was perfectly hidden. Just like in the past ten years, the ripples that were slightly on the surface of the water have dissipated again.