Chapter 37 Thirty-Seven Magical Realism

I don’t know if it was because she brought up things she didn’t want to recall at night, or because she had slept for a while in the beauty salon, but Chen Yun tossed and turned in bed at night.

Song Fenglin was a shallow sleeper, so he noticed her as soon as she moved, and asked, "Can't you sleep?"

Chen Yun didn't want to talk, so she said once and for all, "You are not allowed to talk or move."

She seemed to be in a bad mood. Did the mother and daughter have a fight at night?

Song Fenglin thought that it shouldn't happen, and stretched out his arm to grab the mobile phone on the bedside.

As soon as the screen lit up, Chen Yun turned her head.

The hair on the back of her head is messy, a bit like a cactus.

Song Fenglin had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack and gently stroked her hair with his empty hand.

Chen Yun was feeling itchy all over, so she moved to the edge of the bed: "You go to sleep."

Song Fenglin poked the screen of his mobile phone a few times: "Look at your phone."

In fact, he didn't have many new tricks, so Chen Yun asked without even looking: "Is your WeChat balance over 500?"

Song Fenglin: "It's not a red envelope." He

said in a humble tone: "Let's take a look."

Okay, Chen Yun turned on the bedside lamp first, and the warm yellow light suddenly illuminated the whole world.

She subconsciously squinted her eyes and yawned: "Now my expectations are raised."

The subtext was probably something like "I'll beat you up if you're disappointed", but Song Fenglin was still quite confident: "You'll like it."

Chen Yun exclaimed: "It seems that men become arrogant when they have money."

She thought that people who didn't work would have more time to spend money, so after paying off the mortgage, she left 100,000 yuan in his card as a backup.

Song Fenglin was a little embarrassed: "It's not an expensive thing."

Chen Yun didn't only like expensive things, but the first things that came to her mind were things that could be bought with money.

She picked up her phone to look at the picture in the chat box between the two of them, and said, "Hey, isn't this that, that, that?"

Song Fenglin followed up, "Yeah, it's that."

Chen Yun had seen this thing before, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. She couldn't utter the word she wanted, so she simply skipped it: "Does it stipulate that you have to run to exchange for medals?"

Song Fenglin: "Walking is also fine." He

added: "The platform is to make money from registration fees. If it only allows running, there will definitely not be so many people participating."

How can you suddenly make your efforts sound worthless? Chen Yun: "Not everyone is willing to walk."

She smiled happily: "Sakura is so pretty, I used to like this cartoon very much."

Song Fenglin remembered this incident, and he downloaded the software immediately after seeing the poster on WeChat Moments that day.

He said, "There are three pieces of this joint venture. I wanted to collect them all and show them to you."

Chen Yun joked, "Just take a look?"

Song Fenglin: "I'll give them all to you."

He added, "You have to wait for the express to arrive."

Although there is only one picture now, Chen Yun is also happy.

She moved towards him embarrassedly: "I was in a bad mood just now."

Song Fenglin: "What about now?"

Chen Yun pinched two fingers cautiously, and said in a pretentious manner: "It's a little better."

Song Fenglin thought she was cute and smiled: "Are we going to bed now?"

Chen Yun nodded and asked: "Don't you want to know why?"

Song Fenglin: "Do you want to tell?"

Chen Yun pulled the quilt higher: "I won't tell you."

Maybe because her voice was so delicate, it sounded more like she was acting coquettishly.

Song Fenglin liked to hug her with the quilt on, and felt a sense of satisfaction from being filled.

He said, "Okay, I'm glad you're not angry anymore."

Emotions themselves come and go without a trace, and sometimes make people angry for no reason.

Chen Yun always felt sorry for such thoughtfulness. With the lights turned off, she had nothing to say and fell asleep in silence.

In her dream, she seemed to fall into the sea. The next day, she woke up and took deep breaths to calm her heart which was pounding from getting up too quickly.

What's going on so early in the morning?

She put on a lively song while washing her hair.

Song Fenglin has been getting up early to exercise recently, and there is no warmth left in the bed at this time.

He came back from exercise and brought breakfast. Seeing that the living room was empty, he gently opened the door and heard

the noise, "Are you up?" Chen Yun answered mercilessly, "Are you up."

It was a typical nonsense question and answer. Song Fenglin smiled and went to wake up the two children.

There was nothing to do in the past two days, so the brother and sister always got up earlier than the chickens to play, but when there was something to do, they refused to cooperate.

Song Fenglin finally dragged them all to the dining table and said helplessly: "Mom is coming."

He didn't like to use this trick, but sometimes he really had no choice.

Chen Xingyue acted coquettishly: "I'm so sleepy."

She lay on the table and pretended to snore, making her brother laugh.

Chen Xinyang was his sister's follower and lay down on the ground: "I'm sleepy too."

Song Fenglin ignored their needs and poured some water: "I ate the dumplings."

Chen Xinyang jumped up: "I want some!"

It's always better to have something that someone can grab for it. Chen Xingyue raised her hand: "I want some too."

The two of them sat there obediently. Chen Yun came out and was very satisfied when she saw them and praised them again and again.

She finished her portion and was about to go out. When she was putting on her shoes at the entrance, Song Fenglin followed her with a look on his face saying, "I have something to say, ask quickly."

While Chen Yun was checking whether she had everything in her bag, she watched him purse his lips out of the corner of her eye.

She put on her hat and deliberately said, "Let's go."

Song Fenglin quickly grabbed her hand, but then let go: "Well, drive slowly."

Chen Yun couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "Comrade Song Fenglin made a great contribution this morning. On behalf of the organization, I commend you."

The goal was achieved, but Song Fenglin was embarrassed.

He took the initiative to open the door and waved: "Bye."

Chen Yun high-fived him, walked to the elevator, turned back and joked: "Little boy can go in now."

Song Fenglin touched his ears with his hands, smiled shyly, and waited until the elevator went down before closing the door.

After a click, he turned around to clean the table, shouting, "Just play for ten minutes, we'll be out in ten minutes."

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang responded loudly, but did not show any resistance to the summer class. Instead, they happily put on their backpacks and got ready.

Song Fenglin took a while to change his clothes, but was urged by the two of them.

Judging from the situation, it was the children who were dragging their father outside. If you didn't know, you would think they were going to an amusement park.

He thought that they really had the same positive and studious spirit as he did when he was young. He was very pleased to send them to the summer class and looked back twice when he left.

Chen Xingyue attended the kindergarten-primary school transition class with a friend she knew. The two little girls huddled together and chattered.

Chen Xinyang’s English class focuses on play-based education. As soon as he enters the classroom, he squats down to look for toys.

No one paid any attention to their father, each of them was excited in their own way.

Song Fenglin stood aside and watched for a while before going to Zhao Yan's house.

When he arrived, four students were sitting in a row on the sofa in the living room, their hands placed in a regular pattern on their thighs.

Zhao Yan was saying: "If you are in this state, don't participate in the competition..."

The more Song Fenglin spoke, the more familiar it sounded, and it reminded him of his student days.

However, he had never been targeted by a teacher with similar words, so he took out his mobile phone calmly to look at it.

After watching for a while, both camps were interrupted by the crying of a child.

Zhao Yan: "I'm going to make the milk powder. Feng Lin, you teach them how to correct their homework."

It was a bit interesting that the teacher was serious one second and cooking the next. The students tried their best to press the corners of their mouths down.

Song Fenglin pretended not to see it: "Take out all the computers."

The dining table had been cleaned in advance and was just big enough to hold everyone's things.

Perhaps it was because the new "teacher" hadn't had his personality figured out yet, so everyone behaved very honestly.

Zhao Yan was like a surveillance camera, walking back and forth three steps away holding his little daughter.

He didn't say much all morning, and only asked after all the students had left, "Are you tired?"

It was a strange question. Song Fenglin: "Just tell me if you have something to ask me."

Zhao Yan: "I need your help with this one thing right now."

He hesitated again: "I was distracted yesterday and forgot to ask you if your wife agreed with you coming. After all, the children are at home for the summer vacation."

Song Fenglin was stunned: "I forgot to ask first."

He seemed to mutter to himself: "She doesn't seem to object to anything I do."

The two were so close that they could hear each other even if they lowered their voices. Zhao Yan: "Don't show off your affection." He

became more serious: "To be honest, I didn't think enough. It doesn't matter if you can't come. Let's just be honest with each other."

Song Fenglin took out his cell phone and held it up: "Look for yourself, my wife just sent me a message."

Zhao Yan saw a sentence "Don't come back at noon."

He was horrified: "Why was I kicked you out of the house?"

No, he had no ability to understand.

Song Fenglin: "You mean to let me help you here for a whole day."

How is that possible? Zhao Yan: "How come you don't understand what I'm saying?" He

got anxious again: "No, no, I'll go to your house to apologize to your sister-in-law."

He never forgets to take advantage of others. Song Fenglin reminded him again: "I'm older than you."

He simply dialed the voice: "Let you hear it with your own ears."

Zhao Yan was afraid of hearing them arguing, so he took a step back.

Song Fenglin said helplessly: "It's really not necessary."

The moment he answered the phone, he said: "Are you busy?"

Chen Yun was making a cake, and the sound of tools colliding was crisp.

She raised her tone lively: "What's the matter~"

Song Fenglin: "I just want to tell you that I won't be going home for lunch."

Chen Yun: "Okay."

I don't know what's going on on her end. After a few noisy noises, she continued: "Do you want to eat the mango mille-feuille I made today? If you do, I'll ask Dada to bring it over later."

Song Fenglin: "Yes."

Just talk if you want to. Who are you showing off your phone to?

Zhao Yan hit him, and after the couple finished talking, he said, "It's good that you didn't quarrel. To be honest, if it were my wife, she would not do her own things and would run to help others, leaving me hungry."

Song Fenglin was still very sharp when he needed to be: "Is your sister-in-law afraid that we will quarrel?"

Zhao Yan: "She scolded me last night, saying that I didn't consider that everyone has a family and is not willing to cause trouble to others."

He thought about it later and it made sense, so he came to make up for it today.

Song Fenglin: "It's okay recently. If my parents go back to their hometown in two weeks, I won't be able to help them."

That's great. Zhao Yan sighed from the bottom of his heart: "My wife is considerate and the elders are helpful. You can be said to have suffered a lot in the first half of your life."

He muttered again: "Fortunately, I really know you, otherwise if someone told me about it, I would think it was made up by the country to persuade people to get married."

Song Fenglin: "How can it be so exaggerated."

How could it not be? Zhao Yan: "It's a bit magical, you know? It's like watching "Home with Kids" when I was a child."

Everyone has their own emotions, and these subtle details make the family a whole that is difficult to unify but tries to be coordinated.

If this whole fits perfectly, Zhao Yan said: "Then your home is now magical realism, a masterpiece that cannot be replicated."

What is going on? Song Fenglin pointed at his little daughter who was about to cry and said: "Go hug the child."

Zhao Yan wailed: "Why is there only reality here?"

Song Fenglin: "Because the master is in my home."

After saying this, he missed his wife a little.