Chapter 39 Thirty-nine After

dawdling for a while, Song Fenglin felt a little anxious when he went out.

It happened that he rarely drove and he forgot to turn at the intersection. He drove two miles in one breath before he found a place to turn around. When he arrived at the stadium, the leader had just finished his speech.

Several lights illuminated at the same time, and the audience clapped absent-mindedly, with the background music still playing the song from the entrance ceremony of the sports meeting.

How should I put it? It really felt like rekindling my youth.

Song Fenglin thought back to his time in college.

In fact, he rarely has any nostalgic feelings about his student days, because being financially capable is far more important than being eighteen years old.

However, perhaps the older I get, the more tolerant I become towards memories. Those days that I longed to end quickly have appeared more and more frequently recently, as if I could sip out the taste of saccharin if I pursed my lips.

Greasy, but also sweet.

After all, Song Fenglin has reached the age where he feels good when he sees these youthful faces, as if he himself has become full of energy.

He was in a good mood. He found a seat and sat down while sending a message to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan replied: [Come to the corridor to chat]

Didn’t he ask us to come and watch the game? Why are we going outside to chat? Song Fenglin had no choice but to hunch over and go out again.

He didn't pay attention when he just went in, but now he saw Zhao Yan standing at the edge of the entrance, and opposite him was Wang Fang, their college classmate.

Although I can remember the person and his name, I have no idea of ​​his current situation.

Zhao Yan and Wang Fang happened to be talking about this topic. They both looked at the newcomer and greeted him together.

One said, "Do you still remember Wang Fang?"

Another said, "Feng Lin, long time no see."

Song Fenglin answered respectively.

"I remember."

"It's been a long time. I haven't seen you since graduation."

Wang Fang: "I went to the United States to work as soon as I graduated, and just came back two months ago."

He was the representative of the sponsor today, and he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance before he even entered the venue.

Zhao Yan made it sound like he was going to wash dishes in the United States: "When CA came to recruit people, almost everyone in our class went for the interview, and you were the only one who got the job."

That is a well-established Internet company, and it is still a well-known brand in Silicon Valley.

Wang Fang said modestly: "It's just that everyone doesn't want to go. I remember Fenglin passed."

Song Fenglin nodded in a daze: "In the end, I left too late. I had already signed the tripartite agreement and it was hard to break the promise." He

added: "At that time, I thought I would have a chance to go in the future. I haven't been to the United States at this age."

Wang Fang: "That place is not that good. We have to go to China."

He sighed again: "I feel that a lot has changed after coming back this time. I can't keep up with the times."

The three of them chatted about everything under the sun. They were obviously there to watch the game, but they didn't sit in the audience for long.

We didn't have enough fun chatting, so we wanted to go have lunch after the show. Unfortunately, the middle-aged people all had things to do, so we had to create a group and make an appointment to meet another day.

If you miss the natural atmosphere at that time, it will become difficult to make an invitation next time.

Even the socially awkward Song Fenglin knew that the so-called "see you some other time" was just an excuse, but he didn't expect that Zhao Yan would actually organize a small-scale college reunion a few days later.

To be honest, Zhao Yan himself didn't expect that he could get together several old classmates who were working in Ningjiang this time.

He was particularly active in the temporary group, fearing that everyone would not be able to match faces and names the next day, so he dug out all his college photos from somewhere and flooded the screen with them.

The technology at that time was not advanced enough, and looking back more than ten years later, everything seems blurry.

Song Fenglin zoomed in and out, and found himself in the corners, but he was not sure, so he handed the phone to his wife: "Who do you think this looks like?"

The children had just fallen asleep. Chen Yun cherished the time she could watch TV freely, so she turned her head and took a look: "Isn't it you?"

Song Fenglin: "Then it should be."

Chen Yun vowed: "You are not wearing glasses, I will definitely not be wrong."

Song Fenglin is severely myopic and can only see his facial features clearly with a mirror.

Instead, he was more impressed by the way I looked wearing glasses. He held the frame and said, "Are my eyes really that different from others?"

When Chen Yun was mentioned, he sighed, "People say that a daughter looks like her father, but how come Xingxing's eyes have nothing to do with you?"

Is it such a pity? Song Fenglin suddenly said: "How about I make a laser?"

He gestured with his thumb and fingers, childishly pretending to make hand gestures, and made biubiubiu sounds with his mouth.

Normally he is not this kind of person. Chen Yun couldn't help laughing: "Can you do without glasses?"

According to today's saying, Song Fenglin still has many shadows of his original family.

For a long time he wore ill-fitting clothes, which made him look poor. Even now he still feels a moment of nervousness when someone looks at him.

Glasses are like a protective color for him, blocking out everything.

To be honest, even he himself was not sure, and said hesitantly: "Okay."

Chen Yun sometimes seemed like a doting parent: "Then don't make it hard on yourself."

Song Fenglin was best at making it hard on himself, and this sentence was more like a horn of encouragement.

He took off his glasses as a way of saying goodbye to this "old friend" in advance, and said, "Look at me."

Chen Yun turned her head: "What... is wrong?"

She didn't expect that the distance between them was only a breath. The last word was squeezed out between her lips and teeth, her chin naturally raised slightly, and the back of her head almost hit the wall.

Song Fenglin was afraid that she would really bump into him, so he stretched out his hand as if to pinch the back of her neck: "Be careful." He

then said: "Doesn't it look better this way?"

He had lost a lot of weight recently, and his face became smaller, and his facial features became bigger, and his already bright eyes became even deeper.

There was clearly only one person reflected in her pupils, but Chen Yun just wanted to cover them with her hand. She glanced down and said, "It is beautiful, but it depends on your habit."

Who can say that it is not a good thing to put one's own will first? Song Fenglin's shoulders slumped silently: "Sometimes I feel like you don't care what decision I make."

Apologies would be transformed into a certain degree of indulgence and consideration. Chen Yun's heart trembled, and she held on to her confidence: "Is it wrong to want you to choose what you like?"

What could be wrong with her? Song Fenglin murmured: "I just want to do what you like."

A middle-aged man was still being hypocritical. He secretly despised her in his heart, withdrew his hand, shrugged and smiled indifferently: "What we say doesn't count. I have a high degree, so maybe I can't do it."

Go with the flow, Chen Yun: "Then listen to the doctor."

He slapped his thigh exaggeratedly and said, "Xingxing and Yangyang have to go for an eyesight test next week, so you can ask them."

Song Fenglin nodded, but he felt it was a bit boring.

He felt tired all over and put on his glasses to try to hide his emotions. He stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Chen Yun stared at his back in a daze. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she went into the room to see how the children were sleeping.

The brother and sister still sleep in weird positions, and their muscles and bones are so soft that people want to send them to gymnastics practice.

Chen Yun wanted to laugh just by looking at her, as a mother’s heart was full of love.

She unconsciously slowed down her movements and lifted her daughter's feet off her brother's head.

Chen Xingyue probably noticed something, and she whimpered twice and turned over angrily.

Chen Yun patted her gently through the quilt to comfort her, and after a while she tiptoed out of the children's room, went to the living room, turned off the lights, and locked the doors and windows.

This kind of silence makes people feel like they are the only one left in the world, and they feel inexplicably nervous.

She remembered all the stories about monsters and ghosts, and rushed into the master bedroom as if a dog was chasing her.

Song Fenglin wiped his hair: "What's wrong?"

His hair was messy, but arranged just right.

Chen Yun thought that no matter whether men or women, a casual hairstyle would look better. She touched her heart which was beating a little fast and said, "It's so dark outside."

Song Fenglin: "What did you do this afternoon?"

It sounded a bit irrelevant, but Chen Yun knew what he meant and said, "I read a novel about catching ghosts."

Then she would have to wait for three to five days for the darkness to get over. Song Fenglin: "Then lie down. I'll blow dry your hair and then turn off the lights."

The hair dryer was very noisy, but Chen Yun actually fell asleep right after touching the pillow.

She curled up into a ball out of habit, as peaceful as when she first came into the world, as if nothing had happened before she went to sleep.

Well, there was nothing wrong in the first place, it was just my sensitive and fragile emotions that were causing trouble.

Song Fenglin lay down next to her, suppressed his messy thoughts, and thought: You won't get love by being unreasonable.

This sentence was the nightmare itself to him. He did not sleep well the whole night and got up to exercise when it was almost dawn.

He has lost a lot of weight recently, and his knees' ability to bear the load has improved, so he took a jog in the park just in time to buy breakfast.

The breakfast lady at the entrance of the community was very good at recognizing people. When she saw him, she said warmly, "Grandma Xingxing just came."

Song Fenglin had lived with the two elders for a long time, so he said thank you and went home.

As expected, as soon as he opened the door, he saw luggage all over the floor and couldn't help laughing: "Dad, Mom, your flight is after twelve o'clock."

Liu Yingxia: "Then we have to leave early, what if there is a traffic jam?"

There is always a traffic jam in Ningjiang, but it won't be so early.

Song Fenglin was about to say something else, but Chen Yun stopped him: "Let them go, they're waiting in the VIP lounge anyway, with food and drinks available."

Even if Liu Yingxia hadn't said it, she wouldn't have thought of nagging him, and immediately added: "It's only three hours, why buy a first-class seat? It's a waste of money."

Chen Yongzhong also said: "In fact, the train doesn't take long, and summer vacation air tickets are so expensive."

It's worth it no matter how expensive it is. Chen Yun: "Not a penny I spend on you is wasted."

She winked again.

Ten years of married life have cultivated the tacit understanding that they should have. Song Fenglin: "I asked Chen Yun to buy it. It's okay as long as you feel comfortable sitting there."

Since the son-in-law said so, the old couple could only praise him for being filial.

The praises hadn't finished yet, Chen Yun couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help making faces behind her parents' backs, seeming quite unconvinced.

It was as if she had eyes on the back of her head and Liu Yingxia just turned her head around.

She caught her daughter's little trick and slapped her in annoyance.

Chen Yun immediately fell to the ground and tried to extort five hundred yuan from her father's pocket for medical expenses.

Chen Yongzhong realized it belatedly and shook his empty wallet: "Something is not right, why am I the only one who suffers a loss."

Chen Yun put her hands behind her back and moved towards her "amulet", looking like a miser: "Anyway, money only comes in and never goes out."

She walked backwards and accidentally stepped on Song Fenglin's foot.

Song Fenglin lowered his head and spoke right into her ear: "How much money do you plan to compensate me?"

Chen Yun said righteously: "I don't have any money, but I have my life."

She raised her neck high, as if to say "Come and chop me."

At this point in the play, no one could hold back their laughter.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were awakened by the noise in the living room. They rubbed their eyes and stood in the corridor to watch.

Maybe I can't understand the happiness of adults, and little question marks are popping up in my head.

Perhaps years later, they will smile when they think of this morning.