Chapter 40 She Doesn’t Love Me

At Forty After breakfast, Song Fenglin drove his father-in-law and mother-in-law, who were restless at home, to the airport.

The journey should have taken half an hour, but due to the morning rush hour, we were stuck on the viaduct and couldn't move forward or backward.

Looking left and right, there are cars everywhere, and horns in front and behind are honking non-stop.

Chen Yongzhong, who was sitting in the back row, closed the window which had a slight gap: "It won't be congested until noon, will it?"

Song Fenglin: "No, the roads in and out of the city are the most congested at this time. It will be fine soon."

The same sentence, it all depends on how you understand it.

Liu Yingxia felt like the time to go out was not well chosen, so she hurriedly asked: "Do you have something to do later? Otherwise, let me and your dad go first and we can take a car to the airport by ourselves."

Song Fenglin: "I have a lunch appointment with a friend, there's no rush."

​​He tried his best to chat: "Will your second uncle pick you up at Xin Yao Airport in the afternoon?"

Chen Yongzhong: "Yes, we'll have dinner at their house in the evening."

He then listed who else would come to pick him up.

Song Fenglin himself has no relatives, so he goes back to the countryside with his wife every year to celebrate the New Year.

But for someone who only stays there for a few days a year, it is really difficult to figure out the various complicated blood relationships. He was completely confused and gradually couldn't tell who was who.

Liu Yingxia, on the other hand, became excited.

Although she is in Ningjiang, she has been remotely participating in everything in her hometown through WeChat with her mobile phone in hand for many years, and she knows even the trivial family affairs.

The old couple were discussing the recent situation of so-and-so, and also mentioned which relative would visit first, and they were making arrangements in full swing.

Only at this moment, their souls are still exposed in the matter of their homeland.

Even though Song Fenglin knew that the old man lived in the city for the sake of his daughter and the third generation, he was still grateful as the beneficiary.

However, many of the things he said to his wife were just psychological thoughts, and he had no way of expressing himself to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He pursed his lips and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

As long as their son-in-law is around, Liu Yingxia and Chen Yongzhong will have to keep an eye on him. After all, he not only contributes money and effort, but also generously gives the opportunity to continue the family line to the Chen family.

They soon discovered it, exchanged glances silently, and agreed that the terrible traffic jam was annoying.

Really, if I had known earlier, it would have been more convenient to take the subway.

Liu Yingxia deeply regretted that she did not insist at that time. Just when she was about to find something to talk to her son-in-law, her cell phone rang.

When she picked up the phone she spoke in authentic dialect, and it sounded like her sister-in-law was asking her where she had gone since she left.

She was so warm and friendly as if she was looking forward to it day and night, but as far as Song Fenglin knew, there must have been a lot of dirty things between them in their early years.

Chen Yun sometimes secretly complains to her husband: "My mother used to not let me eat even my second aunt's candy."

But now they seem to be each other's most loyal allies and can talk for a long time during a video call.

The theme sometimes contains boasting and sarcastic remarks, which makes it hard to tell who is friend or foe.

But no matter what, the two women who are not related by blood have now become the main connecting points between the two big families.

Song Fenglin is a link in this connection. When his name is called, he greets the screen.

Judging from his poor dialect skills, the subsequent content was probably just a vague attempt to show off how considerate his son-in-law was.

Song Fenglin himself did not think that sending his elders to the airport was a thoughtful act that was worth publicizing.

But compared to the year he just got married and was praised by his relatives from his hometown almost to the point of writing a book and a monument for washing dishes, his expression now no longer seems so embarrassed. He continues to hold the steering wheel quietly and move forward slowly and steadily.

After passing an intersection, the traffic gradually decreased, but it was congested again at the entrance to the airport parking lot.

Because of the delay, by the time he finished checking in his luggage, even Song Fenglin felt that he had not arrived much early.

He stood outside the security check and watched his elders go in, and sent a message to his wife: [Mom and Dad are waiting for the flight]

. Chen Yun had just sent his two children to summer school and was diligently kneading dough in the store.

Her hands were stuck together, and she struggled to use her elbow to scratch the screen and read it, then sent an OK expression.

Song Fenglin: [I'm going to have lunch now, and we can chat in the afternoon. If the chat goes well, we can have dinner. I guess I won't be back so early, so feel free to call me if anything happens.]

The children are grown up now, what could go wrong?

Chen Yun's elbow was almost sending sparks. She didn't choose the expression she wanted, so she sent out a red heart.

It was the first time that Song Fenglin saw this kind of effect of red hearts falling all over the screen. He took screenshots and saved them in the album he specially created.

There was a mess of all kinds of things in it. Looking at the most recent photos, he could still remember when they were taken.

But further back, the memory becomes a little fuzzy.

Song Fenglin flipped through it casually, put his phone aside and started the car.

Their classmates had a reunion today at a hotel in the city center and booked a large private room.

As the initiator, Zhao Yan arrived the earliest. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds, looking like a nonchalant hooligan.

When Song Fenglin pushed the door open, he was stunned: "What are you wearing?"

Zhao Yan stood up upright: "No, why do you sound like I'm wearing rags?"

He was wearing a T-shirt from his undergraduate alma mater. It had no sense of design at all, with the school name printed in big red letters on a blue background. Even if you didn't have a good sense of taste, you could tell that the combination was extremely weird.

Song Fenglin said honestly: "It's better to wear tattered clothes."

Zhao Yan condemned: "You are showing some honor to your alma mater, but this is also an internet celebrity style?"

Can you still become famous wearing this?

Song Fenglin: "How much did you pay for it?"

Zhao Yan: "Nine dollars and nine cents, free shipping."

Song Fenglin: "Then the sense of honor for your alma mater is not worth much."

Zhao Yan said in a high-sounding manner: "It's a token of my appreciation, do you understand what I mean?" He

then said: "Don't be polite with me, you get your share too."

He was quite polite himself, and he even washed the clothes before bringing them, and he had to stuff them into the same bag, so each piece looked wrinkled.

Song Fenglin tugged at the corner of his clothes: "It's really hard to go from extravagance to frugality. Every piece of clothing I wear after getting married is ironed neatly."

Zhao Yan: "I know you have a good marriage, so shut up."

Song Fenglin only heard the first half of the sentence. He tidied himself up and played with his hair in the reflection of the glass, and did not notice that the door of the box to which he was facing was opened again.

Zhang He, a classmate he knew well, came in and said, "Hey, where are you going to open the screen?"

Song Fenglin turned around, and before he could say anything, Zhang He was shocked: "Damn, you went to have your stomach removed?"

What a talent! Zhao Yan reacted the fastest: "Your IQ was also removed?"

Zhang He: "No, aren't you shocked? Fenglin didn't look like this during the New Year."

Brother Zhao Yan put his arm around Song Fenglin's shoulder: "We've been together day and night these days."

What a word, Song Fenglin pushed his hand away: "Nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person arrived.

As the agreed time approached, all the students arrived in the next few minutes.

Everyone followed Zhao Yan's nostalgic theme and wore T-shirts that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

Among these people, some are familiar to Song Fenglin, while others he hasn't seen for several years.

But the embarrassment he thought he had encountered did not appear at the dinner table at all. Instead, they became more and more excited as they played cards together in the afternoon.

Naturally, we had dinner together again, but at a different restaurant.

Song Fenglin hadn't talked so much in a long time, so he sat down and drank a large glass of water first.

Zhao Yan had a few drinks at noon and was already a little tipsy.

He said, "You can't drink water anymore. You must have something real tonight!"

There's no point in refusing to drink at this time.

What's more, the atmosphere is so good that it's hard to stop.

Song Fenglin's alcohol tolerance is so low that it's hard to tell what he can do with it.

After two bottles, he felt a little overwhelmed and waved his hand: "If you drink any more, you won't be able to go back."

Most of the people present were married, and someone joked: "Is your wife not letting you go back?"

Song Fenglin subconsciously looked at his mobile phone, and the lit screen was still on the chat history page before the meal.

Song Fenglin: [We are at Rong Ji, would you like some bamboo shoot soup? I'll ask someone to send it over.]

Chen Yun: [No need, just have fun.]

Song Fenglin: [What are you guys having for dinner? 】

Chen Yun: [Noodles, just have fun and we’ll talk about it when you come back]

Let’s talk about it later, let’s talk about it later.

What else could Song Fenglin say? He didn't reply, but at this moment he really wanted to send a message.

However, this action, combined with what happened a few seconds ago, had a different meaning in the eyes of others.

Zhang He joked, "Feng Lin, you've been looking at your phone all the time. Did your wife check on you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his own phone rang.

Zhang He mumbled something, and pretended to be nonchalant after the call was connected: "Hello."

No one knew what was said on the other end. His shoulders lowered lower and lower, and he stammered: "I just drank a little."

After he said this, the phone was hung up. He could only look at the screen of the phone and scratch his head: "What a bad mouth I have."

Just like that, no one could tell where the call came from.

Zhao Yan took the lead: "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like some people will have to sleep on the streets tonight."

Zhang He admitted generously: "Stop bragging, who doesn't get scolded at home?"

When this was said, there was a lot of resonance. There were more than a dozen people present who had had their private money confiscated.

Song Fenglin can participate in any topic, but at this moment he can only keep quiet.

There was no point in him keeping his mouth idle, so he drank two more bottles of wine without saying a word.

Zhao Yan noticed that he didn't say anything, and just when he was about to ask him what was going on, his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and gestured with his hands: "Everyone be quiet, I've been found."

It was like a game of pass the parcel, from dinner to supper, either you or I were being checked, and only Song Fenglin stayed out of it.

He didn't know if he had drunk too much, but he suddenly felt dizzy and found an excuse to go out for some fresh air.

July was already hot and humid, and the natural breeze from the balcony made him even more uncomfortable. He could only lock and unlock his phone screen out of boredom.

But no matter how many times I opened and closed it, there was still no progress on the chat history page with Chen Yun.

What is she doing now? Song Fenglin had no idea, so he let out a long sigh and prepared to return to the box.

He placed his hand on the door handle and caught the sounds from inside.

Wang Fang: "Why don't we go home early? I think Feng Lin seemed to have had a quarrel with his wife."

Zhao Yan: "Stop talking nonsense, they are a good couple."

Zhang He: "Are you sure? My wife only acts like this when she's in a cold war with me. She ignores me when I go out."

Zhao Yan: "Of course, they are very much in love."

Zhang He: "Shouldn't couples in love be more clingy?"

There was another voice: "I find it weird too. It's impossible for a woman to ignore you if she has you in her heart."

No, it's just Chen Yun's personality.

Song Fenglin calmed himself down, pushed the door open with all his might, but he lost control of his strength and fell down.

This time he fell quite hard, and everyone rushed to help him up.

But no one drank less that night, and it turned into a game of Jenga.

Song Fenglin was hit on the head and stepped on the foot. He was in so much pain that he didn't know what to do first.

All he could do was yell, although it was more of a way of venting his emotions.

But the waiter had no idea. He thought something had happened to the customers and looking at how chaotic they were, he didn't dare to lend a hand to help.

In the end, it was still the same people helping each other, relying on each other's strength and standing up.

Song Fenglin felt that the scene before him was extremely absurd and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Several old classmates looked at each other, thinking that if they drank any more they would become unconscious.

Zhao Yan was the organizer. He made the closing statement: "Everyone go home and we'll get together next time."

But he was still worried: "You must let me know in the group when you get home. If there is no news in half an hour, I will call my brothers and sisters."

Everyone said he was worried about them, and one after another they got on the bus and left.

Song Fenglin called a designated driver, got in the car and started looking at his phone which had no latest news.

The driver's braking technique stimulated his internal organs and his temples began to throb.

Heat surged out from every part of his body, but his limbs seemed cold.

It felt like my soul was gone even when I was walking.

The designated driver was afraid that something might happen to him, so after parking the car, he pulled his folding bike and asked, "Handsome guy, do you want to ask your family to come down and pick you up?"

Song Fenglin shook his head slowly, "It's okay, thank you."

It was the dead of night, and it was the peak time for taking jobs.

The designated driver looked back again and finally left in a hurry.

In a place like the basement, it seems that once the wind blows in, it will turn into a haze that covers people from all directions.

But all the lights were on, shining brightly and blinding.

Those inexplicable emotions are like needles, and they seem even more desolate after the excitement has faded.

Song Fenglin had spent a very happy day, but now he was like a balloon with a hole in it, floating home listlessly.

The sensor light in the entrance hall lights up.

He took off his shoes, took two steps forward and kicked some toy of the children, making a slight sound.

Chen Yun, who was lying on the sofa, sat up suddenly, subconsciously checked the time on her phone and said, "I'm back."

Song Fenglin: "Yeah."

Chen Yun reacted too quickly just now, and her heart started pounding.

She put her hand on her chest: "Did you drink a lot tonight?"

Song Fenglin: "Not much."

Not only did his tone sound a little strange, he looked weird too. He just stood at the entrance with the light behind him, making it hard to see his expression.

Chen Yun hadn't quite come to her senses yet and was still being controlled by her brain.

She went to the kitchen to pour some water, and when she handed it to him, she wanted to turn on the light.

Song Fenglin suddenly held her hand and said, "No need to open it, go back to your room and sleep."

Chen Yun: "Are you okay? Didn't you have fun?"

Song Fenglin: "No, I had a lot of fun."

There was no excitement in her voice, and Chen Yun became more and more suspicious.

She couldn't turn on the light, so she could only move closer: "It's hard to tell."

Song Fenglin: "I just feel a little tired now."

Is that so? Chen Yun pulled him: "Then sit on the sofa for a while."

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were wide open, and the moonlight reflected on the tiles.

Song Fenglin leaned back and was so quiet that even his breathing was faint.

Chen Yun was startled: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Fenglin: "No, I'll be fine after sitting for a while."

He was like this sometimes. He would say nothing, but even his hair was emitting the three words "I'm fine", which made him look as awkward as a pigtail.

Chen Yun was quite good at handling things, and she poked his arm: "Tell me about it~"

Song Fenglin knew that he was a sensitive person, and he also knew that this kind of fussing over details could easily annoy people.

He said, "It's really okay, just go to sleep."

After hitting a wall repeatedly, Chen Yun really didn't know how she had offended him.

She was taking care of two kids today, switching between several summer classes. She even scolded both children and made them cry at night. She was so angry that her blood pressure was almost 180. But then she thought that at least Song Fenglin must have had a happy day today, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Now her back teeth couldn't bite any more, so she stood up with a sullen look and went back to her room.

Song Fenglin subconsciously called her: "Chen Yun."

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that people would hear it.

Chen Yun's tone also slowed down: "What's the matter?"

Song Fenglin: "I sent you the location and photos. You know where I am and who I am with. You also think it's rare for me to have a gathering, so you want me to have a good one..."

He spoke slowly under the influence of alcohol, but his logic was clear. He continued: "So you don't need to call me or urge me to go home."

After saying these words, he stopped.

Chen Yun wondered if there was anything wrong with what she did. Feeling aggrieved: "Did I do something wrong?"

Song Fenglin: "Of course I did nothing wrong."

It was because he did nothing wrong that he felt he had no reason to be unhappy, but his emotions were clearly there, and he didn't know how to say it so as not to appear pretentious.

However, Chen Yun was a person who loved reading romance novels, so she knew it after a quick thought and said, "Did I not check on you and make you feel neglected?"

Song Fenglin nodded embarrassedly, and if it weren't for the darkness of the night, you would have been able to see his blushing face.

Chen Yun wanted to laugh: "It would be great if you don't check other people's wishes."

Song Fenglin: "I'm not that person."

He rarely acted like a spoiled child like he did now. Chen Yun couldn't help but soften her heart and stroked his hair like coaxing a child: "You're quite cute today."

Cute? Song Fenglin thought of the words that hurt him the most that night.

He looked up and asked, "Do you love me?"

It was a posture of desire and weakness, which gave rise to more guilt.

Chen Yun's heart was almost boiling, and she couldn't even bear to look at him, but she couldn't open her lips.

The word "love" is difficult for many people to say fluently.

If Song Fenglin hadn't been drunk to give him courage, he probably wouldn't have asked this question even if he had tried it a thousand times.

He was very understanding of her inability to answer immediately, and he stubbornly wanted a definite answer: "Chen Yun, do you love me?"

Chen Yun put her hand on his head, slightly covering her beautiful eyes: "Yes, I love you."

In the few seconds of this action, Song Fenglin read out thousands of fragments of hesitation. Alcohol occupied a high position in his body, but his brain was still able to work.

At this moment, he was very clear in his mind: No, she doesn't love me.