Chapter 38 Thirty-eight Hugs

At this moment, Chen Yun was waiting to pick up her daughter.

Chen Xingyue performed very well in the piano class this afternoon and was praised several times by the teacher. As soon as she left the classroom, she boasted loudly to her mother, with her tail held high.

Chen Yun pinched the child's round face: "You're great, baby."

She then held her hand: "Say goodbye to Teacher Li."

Chen Xingyue waved happily, then skipped out with a book in her arms, completely ignoring the fact that she was wearing a skirt today.

Chen Yun called out to her, "Slow down, be careful of the cars."

Chen Xingyue paused, not because she was obedient, but because of the heat blowing in her face.

She said exaggeratedly: "Mom, I'm going to evaporate!" Oh

, she even knows what evaporation means.

Chen Yun put the hat on her: "Let's just walk for a while, it's okay."

Chen Xingyue carefully stepped out of the door with one foot, and quickly pulled it back: "Mom, I'm burned now."

These kids are talking nonsense all day long.

Chen Yuncai didn't respond and asked, "My brother will be out of school in half an hour. Do you want to go home or go with me to wait for him?"

My brother's Lego class was in the mall, and the little girl had her own ideas in mind.

Chen Xingyue said without hesitation: "Wait for my brother."

He was her own son, how could she not know.

Chen Yun read the true meaning of her expression and thought that summer vacation was indeed a money-spending hole.

She said nothing and walked out with her daughter.

Chen Xingyue no longer minds the sun. She can take two steps and then sprint. A thin layer of sweat soon appears on her forehead.

Chen Yun was afraid that she would catch a cold again due to the alternating temperatures in the mall, so she grabbed her clothes and said, "Walk carefully."

Chen Xingyue flapped her arms twice and said something mumbling.

She spoke quickly and frequently, and she was missing a front tooth and there was air leaking out. Sometimes Chen Yun couldn't hear clearly what she was saying, but she still put on a sincere look.

Chen Xingyue didn't care either.

She satisfied her desire to talk, and when she entered the mall, all she had left was her desire to shop.

Chen Yun first gave her some advice: "You can only spend fifty yuan."

Chen Xingyue was already very good at numbers and could do addition and subtraction within a hundred with ease.

However, she still had a very clear concept of money, and her eyes sparkled: "It's a lot."

Even though it's the same RMB, it depends on where in China you spend it. Once you enter this shopping mall, it's probably like sprinkling sugar in the sea.

Chen Yun guessed that she would have to grab the dolls in the end, and said, "Well, spend it slowly."

Chen Xingyue was not in a hurry. She walked around several stores that interested her. She would pick up anything she liked and take a look at the price. She would put it back if she found that it was beyond her budget.

To be honest, just this pitiful little look was enough to make Chen Yun feel sick.

But she also had to stick to her principles and calculated the time: "Go pick up my brother first, and come back to choose later."

Chen Xingyue nodded, and remembered to ask: "Can he buy things too?"

You have to be fair, especially for things like this that are obvious.

Chen Yun: “Of course.”

Chen Xingyue: “Then my brother can buy that Crayon Shin-chan.”

Is it her who wants to buy it or her brother? Chen Yun: "That requires my brother's consent."

At Chen Xingyue's age, she is very good at fooling her younger brother.

Chen Xinyang has no opinion of his own and doesn't know that the power is in his hands.

When he heard his sister say that Crayon Shin-chan was good, he agreed without much hesitation.

Chen Yun felt that it was not appropriate and repeatedly confirmed: "Do you really want it?"

The more she asked, the more Chen Xinyang liked it.

Chen Yun didn't know how to respond and wondered whether this was something she should intervene in.

Even today, after having children, she still doesn’t dare to say that she has learned how to be a mother, and is often troubled by the question of “what kind of education is right?”

Talk to parents and they have zero experience with balancing two children.

When I talked to my friends, I found that most of my peers have not yet started to face this problem.

The only person who has a common language on this matter is probably the other half who has raised the children together with them. It just so happens that Song Fenglin is a father who is very willing to spend time with the children.

When Chen Yun talked to him about this, they hit it off immediately and the two of them chatted extensively under the quilt.

I forgot who started talking about what happened when my daughter was just born.

No matter how equally parents treat their children, the first child always means something different to them.

Chen Yun now thinks: "Time flies so fast."

Song Fenglin suddenly asked: "How do you want to celebrate your tenth anniversary?"

Chen Yun knew he was talking about the wedding anniversary: ​​"It's still several months away."

He asked back: "Do you want to celebrate it in a special way?"

In previous years, the couple would go out for a meal, and if they had time, they would watch a movie or go shopping.

Song Fenglin didn't have any idea at first, so he just mentioned it casually.

However, he subconsciously thought that the significance of the tenth anniversary was different from previous years, and said, "I'm more free this year, so we can spend it."

Chen Yun: "Okay, then you can make the plans when you're free."

After saying that, he felt that his attitude was too indifferent, and added, "I'll wait and see."

Song Fenglin: "Okay."

As he spoke, Chen Yun reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

For some reason his heart skipped a beat, as if it had briefly skipped a beat.

Chen Yun knew nothing about this and yawned: "Good night."

It was very late and Song Fenglin glanced at the time.

He thought that only matters concerning children could make her so excited and talkative, and he didn't know when he would have such luck again.

She gave birth to her.

They have the closest connection in the world and have unique conditions. Song Fenglin knows that he cannot surpass her, so he moves closer to her: "Good night."

It's hot in the summer, and the air conditioner in the room has been turned to the lowest temperature.

Chen Yun felt a little annoyed by the crowd, but it didn't affect her good sleep.

Life for the next week or so seems to be similar to today, making people sometimes wonder what year it is.

If Chen Yun hadn't seen Song Fenglin's weight curve going straight down every day, she would have thought that time had stopped for a while.

She stared at the graph and calculated numbers secretly every day. She got up early and spent a long time calculating addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. She couldn't help but sigh: "You have lost 20 pounds."

Song Fenglin: "So you want to pinch me?"

Chen Yun withdrew her hand and said confidently: "Yes." She

stood on the scale again: "Yes, I have also lost 0.3 kg."

Her base weight was small, so she couldn't see such a slight change at all.

But Song Fenglin was still very supportive: "Your face has become smaller."

But forget it, Chen Yun jumped down: "I didn't even notice that your face was smaller."

Song Fenglin was eager to show off his achievements, and leaned forward: "Still a little bit."

Not sure if it was because he didn't wear glasses or because of his weight loss, Chen Yun: "My eyes are bigger."

He took a step back and looked at her carefully: "Now I feel like your facial features have suddenly grown out. Yangyang looks a bit like you this way."

Not to mention her, Song Fenglin felt a little unfamiliar when looking at himself in the mirror.

He touched his face and slowly raised his hand to the corners of his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Yun snapped her fingers in a still defeated manner: "Come back to your senses, you'll be late if you don't go out now."

Zhao Yan took his students to participate in a competition today, which was held at the Information Center of Ningjiang University, and he also got a ticket for Song Fenglin.

With this reminder, he remembered why he came into the house and asked, "Are there any other belts in the house? Mine is broken."

He usually doesn't wear a belt because he finds it too tight.

But now every pair of pants is crumbling and I have no choice but to give them up.

Chen Yun: "Then you can only use mine first, or go to dad to get one."

It's quite troublesome to make a trip.

Song Fenglin: "Use yours."

Chen Yun picked out an expensive one for him and gestured: "It seems like you need to poke two holes."

Song Fenglin hesitated: "Is this Gi?"

Chen Yun: "It can't be damaged. I have the tools at home."

Song Fenglin: "Do you have a cheaper one?"

He was still afraid that it would be damaged, thinking it would be a waste of such a good thing.

Chen Yun felt that no matter how good it was, it was only bought for use, and said, "This is it. Don't move, I'll measure where to drill the hole."

She opened her arms and hugged Song Fenglin's waist in an embrace, her upper body slightly leaning forward against his chest, she stood on tiptoe with her chin resting on his shoulder, and wanted to look back.

This series of actions was so smooth and natural that it seemed as if they had been done thousands of times.

To be honest, this posture is not convenient for measurement at all, and it may easily cause other "accidents".

Song Fenglin subconsciously put his arm around her waist and gathered his strength.

Chen Yun was stunned for a moment.

She was not someone who had just gotten married on the first day, and she knew exactly what this meant, so she whispered his name, half wanting to break free.

This was simply adding fuel to the fire, and Song Fenglin seemed to feel an electric current.

He closed his eyes tightly and said gently, "I know you don't want to, but don't move, I'll take my time."

Chen Yun stuttered for some reason, "Well, I, I think the child is still outside, and, you, you're going to be late."

Song Fenglin: "Yeah, I know."

His calmness was like a needle that pierced Chen Yun's excuses.

She stammered, "I..."

But in the end she couldn't figure out what was going on.

After her son was born, she lost interest in married life. Her refusal once or twice could be attributed to objective conditions not allowing it, but her intentions after three or four times were very obvious.

Song Fenglin consulted a doctor privately, who thought it was probably a postpartum sequelae. He suggested that the husband should pay more attention and accompany the child, and wait for time to heal. If the relationship between the couple is really affected, they can go to the doctor together.

To be honest, Song Fenglin didn't feel affected.

He used to work overtime a lot, and often got home in the middle of the night. When he lay in bed, he didn't know where his soul was, and he didn't have any romantic thoughts, so he could understand this kind of desirelessness.

For him, what is important is sleeping in each other's arms every night.

At this moment, she was in his arms, enough to overcome everything.

Perhaps because they had telepathic connection, Chen Yun did not let go of his hand.

But she herself may not understand why.