Chapter 33 Thirty-three Fantasy World

After dinner, Chen Yun regained enough energy for shopping.

She actually has no interest in shopping in the past two years, and she has to buy a cup of milk tea first when she goes to the mall.

Song Fenglin actually loves sweets, otherwise his weight wouldn't have kept increasing. After all, high-calorie foods can relieve stress.

But now his pressure has turned to losing weight, which he has declined and instead gulps down mineral water.

Chen Yun was very generous. After getting the drink, she asked, "Would you like to take a sip?"

The verb she used seemed to mean drinking poison to quench thirst. Song Fenglin said with a smile, "No, just drink it."

Chen Yun was very determined. She thought it was her turn, so she drank it and said, "Let's stroll up from the second floor first."

When she said stroll, she really meant just looking and not buying, as if she were here for a tasting session.

Song Fenglin, on the other hand, rarely goes out and thinks everything he sees is good. He is eager to try it out: "You really don't want to buy it?"

It can be heard that he feels regretful that he can't pay the bill.

Chen Yun smiled maliciously: "Then let's go to the first floor and have a look."

The brands on the first floor are all well-known names. Even buying a piece of cloth would cost several thousand yuan.

But Song Fenglin was a man who was very frugal with himself and very generous with his family. He urged them enthusiastically: "Let's go."

Things had come to this point, and Chen Yun felt that she had to spend something to fulfill his wish.

She drank the last sip of milk tea and joined the crowd queuing in front of LV: "There are so many people today."

Song Fenglin helped her hold the empty cup: "I don't think there are many people in Hermès."

Chen Yun: "I hate this brand the most. I have to match the goods."

She was unwilling to spend money on things she didn't need.

Song Fenglin: "Didn't you buy some plates before? You can buy a few more."

He made the exquisite tableware sound like it was made of stainless steel and he could buy a whole basket of it.

Chen Yun: "It's enough to buy it once as a token of your appreciation. If you buy so many, you won't be able to get by."

To put it bluntly, the family's consumption level is not yet at the level where luxury goods are nothing. It would be better to use the money to improve their lives.

Although Song Fenglin is very satisfied with the current situation, he feels that it is already remarkable that he has moved from his hometown in the northwest to settle down in the coastal area.

However, the man's self-esteem will emerge at this moment, and he will say, "I still don't earn enough."

Chen Yun: "It hurts my little heart that doesn't earn much."

There is a saying that goes, your own failure is heartbreaking, but the success of others is even more heartbreaking.

Especially when Chen Yun was laid off a few years ago, her husband's career was at its peak.

As a human being, everyone has a comparative mind.

Even in intimate relationships, the gap is too big to be avoided.

Chen Yun was secretly indignant for a time, and also despised her own little thoughts.

However, what I can say now is all calm and indifferent.

But Song Fenglin was still careful and visibly panicked: "That's not what I meant."

Chen Yun poked him with her elbow: "Of course, everything the family earns is mine."

Her father would set aside 500 yuan a month from his delivery job as pocket money for his daughter.

If there is a star in this family, it must be her.

Song Fenglin hummed and said, "It turns out that so many people don't have to go to work."

It was clearly a weekday morning, but the shopping mall was as bustling as a vegetable market.

Especially in June when the weather is hot, many people bring their children to use the air conditioning, and some of them are lively running around.

Chen Yun: "Congratulations on joining the army."

She wasn't sure where the joy came from.

Song Fenglin said sadly: "I still feel a little uncomfortable now."

Chen Yun read an article that analyzed the psychology of parents who had just retired.

She doesn't know anything else, but she is good at diverting other people's attention. She raised her cell phone and said, "Don't be uncomfortable, help me see which bag is better."

There were several bags in different shapes, some flat and some round, but at first glance, you couldn't tell any difference.

Song Fenglin hesitated for a long time, giving up on speaking in a field that he could not delve into, and was about to surrender: "How about buying them all?"

Chen Yun criticized him: "This is the most perfunctory solution."

Song Fenglin couldn't bear such an accusation, and pushed his glasses: "Let me take another look."

When he took a look, his face was full of bitterness and hatred. If you didn't know, you would think he was picking on LV.

Chen Yun was really having a hard time trying to hold back his laughter, and felt that it was really a torture for him, so he interrupted: "Your eyebrows are almost twisted off."

Song Fenglin reached out and touched his own eyebrows, and accidentally dropped his glasses to the ground.

For people with severe myopia, this frame has become a part of the body. It feels strange when not wearing it, and I subconsciously touch it on the ground.

Chen Yun wanted to help him pick it up, and their heads bumped into each other.

She was lighter and sat directly on the ground with her skirt blooming like a flower.

Song Fenglin stood still and pulled her, saying, "Are you okay?"

Chen Yun was more confused than in pain and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She used the force to stand up and her gaze stopped on his eyes.

When Song Fenglin was young, he always wore shabby clothes that didn't fit him. Adolescence was therefore inseparable from the word inferiority. Anyone who focused their attention on his appearance would obviously make him uneasy.

He felt a little uncomfortable without his glasses, and put them on in a panic.

Chen Yun naturally patted the dust on her hands onto his clothes and said, "You have beautiful eyes, it's a pity that you wear glasses."

A suspicious blush floated on Song Fenglin's face: "You said that before."

Chen Yun fell into memories, and slowly remembered while turning her back to him.

After all, this sentence is related to the first kiss between two people, so I always feel a little embarrassed.

Song Fenglin knew from her expression that she remembered it, and laughed softly.

Chen Yun laughed so hard that she felt embarrassed and annoyed, and secretly pinched his arm.

Song Fenglin's body was mostly flesh, so he didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he took the opportunity to hold her hand.

Chen Yun glanced at him and said, "I want to buy two bags."

Song Fenglin: "Okay."

Agreeing so quickly seemed to leave people with less room to maneuver.

Chen Yun thought that she was also sick. Could it be that she could only be happy if she had a stingy husband?

People, you must know how to be content.

She imitated TVB's tone and recited in her mind, then took another step forward.

Song Fenglin talked to her: "Do you want to take the kids out to play this weekend?"

Chen Yun: "It seems there is a newly opened children's playground. Let me search it."

She lowered her head to look at her phone, and Song Fenglin felt left out again.

He is actually very clingy and wants to come up with thousands of words to attract her attention, but he is really not good at it.

Fortunately, the opportunity came as a godsend, and he said, "It's our turn."

Chen Yun put the matter aside for the time being and went into the store to show the salesgirl pictures of several bags that she liked.

She picked out the things very quickly, but was in a dilemma when she made up her mind: "It seems that any of them will do."

Song Fenglin showed the payment code: "Buy them all."

Seeing that there were customers willing to pay, the salesgirl encouraged them even more.

Chen Yun still hesitated: "It's a bit of a waste."

Song Fenglin: "Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and National Day, just right three gifts."

Who would give gifts on Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day? The couple doesn't have this habit.

Chen Yun: "You really advance money for every festival."

Song Fenglin: "That's rare."

Since he is so proactive, it would be a bit ungrateful to refuse.

Chen Yun pointed and said, "I like these two better."

Song Fenglin: "Then I owe you one."

Not only did he spend money on this trip, he also incurred extra debt.

Chen Yun took advantage of the situation and acted ungratefully: "You really don't know how to be thrifty and manage the household."

Song Fenglin: "Well, I can't live alone."

He even felt that in his life before he met her, he was just a living body walking around, and even his soul was empty.

Knowing that his nice words were not just sweet talk, Chen Yun occasionally had the illusion of falling into another world.

When she was a teenager, she believed in love very much and believed the plots in idol dramas. She thought all marriages could last for decades.

However, the daily necessities of life will indeed wear away many things, and the secular world traps most people with children, houses and money.

Those young lovers who have been together till now may only end up with trivial matters.

Under such circumstances, Chen Yun is still loved.

Is this possible? She couldn't believe it herself, as if she could only feel relieved when she got the opposite answer.

After paying the bill, Song Fenglin came back and saw her standing there with a conflicted look on her face, and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"

Chen Yun came back to her senses instantly: "No, I want to eat an ice cream cone."

After all, she was still most concerned about food.

Song Fenglin: "Let's go."

He was carrying two bags with big logos and couldn't walk like this all day.

Chen Yun: "Deposit them first."

Song Fenglin thought he had to go to the service desk, but he didn't expect there are self-service lockers now.

He said, "How advanced." He

sounded like a caveman who had just been born. Chen Yun snapped her fingers quietly and joked, "It's the 21st century." She

then muttered, "Why are there always duds?"

Sometimes she liked to learn some small skills, such as blowing a hooligan whistle at home.

Song Fenglin remembered that she was very enthusiastic in bragging for a while and was even scolded by her mother-in-law for it.

Because according to the customs of the elders, whistling at night will attract thieves.

To be honest, I don't know how the two can be equated.

However, all the rules in the family are based on the habits of the previous generation. The couple usually claim to be staunch materialists, but most of the time they still follow the same pattern and even forbid their children to point at the moon.

It proves the saying that didn’t make sense before - you won’t understand until you become a parent.

Even if something is not scientific, we are afraid of causing any harm to our children.

When his thoughts reached this point, Song Fenglin pulled back the string in his mind that had gone astray.

He put his thumb and index finger together and said, "Look at me."

Like a peacock spreading its tail, his invisible tail was raised high, as if he wanted to make some noise that would get him complained about.

But Chen Yun was quite admiring: "That's great, I just can't make the same crisp sound as you."

Song Fenglin compared the two people's hands: "Is it because your nails are longer?"

Chen Yun was good at finding external inducements and refused to admit that she really couldn't do it: "It must be."

It was as if I would be the best at snapping my fingers if I cut my nails.

Of course Song Fenglin agreed with her, and after a further chat the two of them naturally forgot about the matter.

The whole day was filled with such insignificant little things that, if you were to be serious, became episodes in a matter of years.

The only thing worth remembering was receiving the final payment for the share transfer.

This money may seem like a lot, but after paying off the remaining mortgage, there will be almost nothing left.

The couple could only count the zeros in their bank text messages to satisfy themselves, and then take the whole family out for a meal in the evening.

I ate McDonald's and drank milk tea.

Everyone consumes calories, but Song Fenglin is the only one who counts them honestly.

Just based on this point, eight-pack abs are just around the corner.