Chapter 31 Thirty-one days

Before the sun went down, He Qingqing received a series of life-threatening calls from her mother. She took a deep breath and went home to drink nutritious soup.

Chen Yun waited until she got in the taxi before returning to the store to clean up the cup she had just used.

Xiaoxiao was working on a takeout order and said, "Sister, can I take a day off tomorrow?"

Chen Yun did not have the potential to be a capitalist, but she was a boss who was easy to talk to.

She didn't even ask for the reason: "Okay."

Xiaoxiao had no intention of explaining either. She happily put on her headphones again, letting the heavy metal music bombard her cochlea.

Chen Yun once tried to follow her aesthetic taste, but her head started to hurt after just half an hour of listening.

She couldn't stand this kind of thing and found it incomprehensible with the mentality of an elder.

However, when people reach their thirties, they are sometimes reluctant to admit that their ideas have become outdated, indicating that the history of the previous generation is repeating itself.

Getting old is no longer a word, but a reality.

Sometimes Chen Yun was in a trance and couldn't remember how old she was. She would always be stunned for a moment when she saw a group of people in school uniforms walking by the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was holding the tablecloth in her hand and was in a daze, her thoughts wandering to who knows where.

Song Fenglin, who had just got off work, pushed the door open and waved his hand in front of her: "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Yun came back to her senses: "You're here so early?"

Song Fenglin didn't have fixed working hours, and he used to work overtime out of necessity.

He had almost finished the handover recently, so there was no need to waste any more time in the office, so he naturally left as soon as he was done.

He said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Business wasn't very good when the coffee shop first opened, and Chen Yun was often the only one there until the shop closed at nine o'clock in the evening.

It was at that time that she bought a projector, and bought some snacks and wine every day to enjoy a moment of solitude while watching the show.

It was often the moment when Song Fenglin pushed the door open that she felt she had returned to the real world, and her emotions were completely detached.

It was really hard to describe it with a single word, Chen Yun simply attributed it to her own ignorance.

After all, a husband who can only buy a rice ball on the road for dinner after overtime comes to pick up his wife from get off work every day, and the two of them go home hand in hand. This is the happiness that many people want.

This was just Chen Yun's fantasy of growing old together when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but when she got it, she was not as happy as she had imagined.

She forced herself to indulge in what the world considers joy, and she didn't want to let those who gave feel let down.

Chen Yun hid those parts that were probably pretentious and smiled: "Three minutes, it will be cleaned up in no time."

Song Fenglin pushed the chair next to him back to its original position: "Take your time, there's no rush."

​​He is rarely unhappy and is very patient in doing anything. In a way, he is so perfect that he doesn't seem like a human.

Sometimes Chen Yun’s imagination runs wild and she even thinks he is a robot tailor-made for her.

She inexplicably wanted to see the change in his expression, so she stepped on him and said nothing.

Song Fenglin moved his left foot forward a little, silently signaling her that she could step on it again.

Although she didn't get what she wanted, Chen Yun still wanted to laugh.

She snorted, shook her hair, and threw everything she brought into her bag.

The canvas bag lost its original shape and was stretched into strange shapes by all kinds of sundries.

It was inconvenient for Chen Yun to carry the bag cross-body, so she pushed it to someone else.

She wears plain clothes but prefers brightly colored accessories.

Song Fenglin was carrying a bag with the same pattern as the big cotton-padded jacket from Northeast China. He felt weird switching from his left hand to his right hand, but finally he accepted his fate: "Let's go."

Chen Yun smiled cunningly, and there was a hint of cheering for a successful prank in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Silence was better than words at this moment.

Song Fenglin held her hand with his empty hand and pinched her fingertips: "Tomorrow should be my last day."

The preparations for his resignation had been going on for more than a day or two, and it was no longer news to Chen Yun.

However, every time he heard her say, he felt as if he had just found out, "Isn't it less than a month yet?"

Song Fenglin: "The handover is almost done, there's no need to delay

any longer." The tail end of his voice drifted in the wind, a melancholy that could not be offset by the gradual lighting of thousands of lights.

Chen Yun thought that with his personality, he would definitely stand his last shift, and knew it very well: "Is your boss crazy again?"

These two words tickled Song Fenglin's funny bone, and the corners of his lips curled up: "There is no hope for financing, so you are anxious and angry. It's normal."

He was very understanding. Chen Yun asked knowingly: "Aren't you angry?"

Song Fenglin: "Not angry now."

He was dissatisfied when he was first fired, but gradually he calmed down in the face of the established reality. After all, the most important ten years of his life were closely related to this job. No matter how they "broke up", he hoped that the other party would get better and better.

He had let it go, so Chen Yun had nothing to be indignant about.

She changed the subject: "I'll give you an important task tonight."

Song Fenglin was curious about the fact that there was actually something important happening in this family that could happen to him: "What is it?"

Chen Yun: "Riding a dragon boat with Xingxing."

Oh, a festival activity at the kindergarten.

Song Fenglin: "It is indeed very important."

Chen Yun: "I can hear from your tone that you sound like you have objections."

Song Fenglin: "I dare not."

Chen Yun: "That means you have evil intentions."

When she said that, it made sense.

Song Fenglin smiled bitterly: "You know I'm a handicraft worker."

Chen Yun teased: "Show the same spirit you

had when you knitted the scarf." When they got married, they paid together to buy a house and renovate it. Now both the husband and wife and the old couple are almost penniless.

But even if they had no money, they had to celebrate the anniversary. Song Fenglin thought that the gift might be small but the sentiment was great, so she knitted a scarf in the stairwell of the company during lunch break every day.

His intention is precious, but the finished product is really not good.

Chen Yun was still at work at that time and wore it out the next day.

Before going out, Song Fenglin reflected on himself: "Forget it, it will make you look ugly."

Chen Yun smoothed down her hair: "I am naturally beautiful, there is nothing to be afraid of."

She said so, but actually she couldn't bear to wear it, so she only wore it out once and then put it away.

Later, Song Fenglin spent a huge amount of money to buy her a LV bag, which she used every year.

Every time he thought about it, Song Fenglin was reminded how clumsy his hands were.

He said, "Sometimes spirit alone is not enough."

Chen Yun, on the other hand, thought, "Spirit is already very valuable."

It seems that although she said that it was unnecessary, she actually bought into it.

Song Fenglin was clumsy when he was young and only focused on studying. When he fell in love for the first time in his life, he relied on the experience he could find on the underdeveloped Internet.

His alternative gift after the scarf was actually to fold stars, but he did not do it for various reasons.

Now that I think about it, I should have folded it once and then bought an expensive bag to go with it.

However, as for the matter of which one his wife was willing to think was the one who made the connection, Song Fenglin was very self-aware and did not think about it too much. He just said, "The main thing is that it's not done well. Xingxing will come back crying from kindergarten."

Chen Yun said lightly, "Then treat it as her last lesson in kindergarten. There will be more setbacks when she goes to elementary school."

Song Fenglin whispered, "Let's not talk about education through suffering."

Chen Yun smiled slightly, "My daughter won't suffer, but if it's not done well, you'll be finished."

Song Fenglin felt a chill on the back of his neck. He didn't know which of the mother and daughter would show him off first.

He opened the web page while muttering to himself, and on his way home he started searching for how to make a handmade dragon boat.

Unfortunately, before he could show his talent, the grandparents and grandchildren had already started working at home with great enthusiasm.

Chen Yongzhong was extremely poor when he was young, which developed his strong hands-on ability, and he always took the lead at this moment.

He was also willing to let his granddaughter take the lead, so he filled the living room with a variety of crafting tools. If you didn't know, you would think he was going to make a real boat here.

Chen Yun: "Dad, why did you come back so early today?"

Ever since his son-in-law was about to resign, Chen Yongzhong suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

He has been very enthusiastic about delivering food recently. Except for eating and sleeping time, he spends almost all the time outside. No matter who can persuade him, it's useless.

But children's matters are big matters. As soon as he saw the teacher send out the notice, he rushed home without stopping. Now he gestured with scissors: "Of course, my project is huge."

Chen Xingyue flattered his grandfather enthusiastically: "Grandpa makes the best dragon boat in the world."

The two children circled around their grandfather like flowers, praising him one after another. Chen Yun was afraid that Song Fenglin would feel uncomfortable.

She turned her head and saw that the man's smile was more satisfied than her two children.

Chen Yun teased: "Do you feel relieved?"

Song Fenglin didn't know what he was thinking, as if he didn't hear this sentence. He was poked and his face was full of confusion: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun repeated: "Do you feel relieved?"

Song Fenglin shook his head slightly, his lips trembled twice, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Chen Yun: “What do you mean?”

For many people, expressing oneself is actually a very shameful thing, especially words that would not appear in daily life.

Song Fenglin coughed uncomfortably, but before he could open his mouth, his mother-in-law poked her head out from the kitchen and asked, "Who's coughing?"

She was like a little health policeman, never missing a single move.

Chen Yun continued, "Your biological son."

This kid, why is he always a little weird? Can't a son-in-law be his biological son?

Liu Yingxia warned her daughter with her eyes to speak nicely and wiped her hands on her apron twice: "Then I'll cook some pear soup."

Song Fenglin: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

If the ideas of the elders can be easily changed, the self-will built up over decades will be in vain.

Liu Yingxia said "It's okay, it's okay" while turning around and busying herself at the stove.

Perhaps because she didn't want her thoughts to be wasted, Song Fenglin's throat felt itchy again.

He touched his Adam's apple and raised his left hand to touch his forehead.

Chen Yun was still thinking about what he had just said, and watched his series of actions: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Fenglin was not sure: "Probably not."

Chen Yun: "Let's take the temperature."

She went into the children's room to get the thermometer, and turned around to find that he had followed in.

Song Fenglin followed closely, took the thermometer and clamped it in his hand obediently.

He sat on a small stool reserved for children, feeling as cramped as if he was stuffed into a shell.

Chen Yun was afraid that he would collapse the stool. The more she looked at him, the more funny he seemed to her, so she took out her phone to take a picture.

Song Fenglin was still looking up, which inexplicably reminded people of a stray dog ​​eager to find its owner.

Chen Yun subconsciously wanted to touch his furry hair, which exuded a tenderness that she herself did not even notice.

At this moment, the children in the living room burst into laughter.

Chen Xinyang was particularly exaggerated, his small body had the sound pressure to sweep away thousands of troops.

Fortunately, the whole house is soundproofed, otherwise I would definitely be complained by the neighbors.

Chen Yun said disdainfully: "Are you sure Yangyang is not like you? I was super quiet when I was a child."

This simple sentence continued the mood that Song Fenglin was hesitant to speak in the living room a few minutes ago.

He became more and more convinced that he was sick, and revealed a trace of vulnerability: "I didn't have this kind of opportunity to laugh when I was a child."

He felt a little embarrassed after saying this, and said: "I don't like to laugh by nature."

Chen Yun was originally standing, but slowly squatted down to look him in the eye.

Just by seeing her, Song Fenglin's lips curled up: "I love her now."

Others have already comforted themselves, making Chen Yun seem useless.

She slowly moved forward an inch, holding out her hands like a penguin for balance.

It looks a bit like an anime character, and quite cute.

Song Fenglin pulled her and said, "You'll feel dizzy if you keep squatting."

Chen Yun had a problem where her eyes would go dark after squatting for a long time. She went to the hospital but there was not much improvement.

She simply sat cross-legged: "Don't move, or the measurement will not be accurate."

Oh, she was still measuring the temperature.

Song Fenglin put his hands down obediently: "Every time I feel that I have done well, I see that my dad seems to be outdone."

Is this considered a grievance? Chen Yun didn't see any sign of happiness in his expression, so she asked directly, "Are you unhappy?"

Song Fenglin was actually happy from the bottom of his heart, "You said Xingxing and Yangyang are so happy, everyone loves them."

His children were living the life he wanted most before, and he seemed to be satisfied too.

However, that kind of feeling is always a matter of a hair's breadth away from the mark. After so many years, it may be difficult to truly comfort the children of those days.

As a mother, Chen Yun couldn't stand this kind of scene and thought: "Will you handle the procedures tomorrow morning or afternoon?"

Song Fenglin: "Either is fine."

Chen Yun: "Then let's do it in the morning. Xiaoxiao also has a day off tomorrow. I'll close the store for a day and take you out to play."

She really looked like a parent.

Song Fenglin pulled out the thermometer and took a look at it, confirming that everything was fine before saying, "Okay."

He felt that this was a long-awaited date, and he was cramming before going to bed in order to burn a lot of calories and dress himself up a little the next day.

On the first day of losing weight, everyone will be very motivated.

When Chen Yun passed by, she gave him a thumbs up to show encouragement, and floated into the living room to watch Chen Zhiwen's new variety show.

You know what, celebrities are just handsome.

Song Fenglin watched from the corner of his eye, panting and sweating even more profusely.