Chapter 42 I Still Love You

Perhaps because it was summer vacation, even at noon on a weekday, Haidilao, the closest restaurant to my home, was packed with customers.

Chen Yun was so restless all morning that she even forgot she had to get a number.

She took a look at the queue number she had just received and discussed with the children: "Can we change to another restaurant?"

Chen Xingyue shook her head, her two pigtails swung: "No."

She clasped her hands together pitifully: "Mom, can we not eat anything else?"

Chen Yun was too stubborn to do that, and pinched her face helplessly: "I know."

Then she turned her head: "Do you want to eat something else first?"

Song Fenglin: "It's okay, I see the numbers will be called pretty quickly."

He actually didn't have much of an appetite, and he was so squeezed by the noise that he wanted to turn into dust. He frowned subconsciously: "I'll go downstairs to buy a cup of coffee, do you want milk tea?"

Chen Yun: "No, I'll order a Coke later."

When the two children heard about Coke, they jumped up and down and pulled their mother's hand to shake.

Chen Yun's head was shaking so much that she didn't notice Song Fenglin had already walked to the elevator.

The escalator slowly went down, and gradually even his back could no longer be seen.

Will it be the same when he leaves this home one day?

Chen Yun sighed for no apparent reason, found an empty seat and sat down, keeping an eye on her children.

The brother and sister were playing rock-paper-scissors. The loser could hit the winner. After three rounds, both sides were getting so angry that they were about to cry.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Yun looked for something within her sight and said, "Let's stack stars and see how much money we can get today."

Chen Xinyang was not very good at counting, but she was clearly aware that she lost one more time than her sister.

He was reluctant: "My sister hit me."

Chen Xingyue: "You hit me too!"

She was about to go to primary school, so she had more reasons to get angry. She turned her face away: "You can't afford to play with me. I won't play with you!"

She sat next to her mother affectionately, as if she wanted to isolate someone in the family.

Chen Xinyang pouted with a wronged look on his face, not daring to talk back, and huddled on his mother's knees.

Chen Yun did not mediate the conflict, but just held the piece of paper to demonstrate: "Go around it slowly like this."

With the final touch, the five corners of the star were pinched out in a realistic manner, but the "belly" could not be bulged.

Chen Xingyue’s mother was completely filtered, and her tone was exaggerated: "It looks so beautiful."

Chen Yun laughed: "Your mother was also very good at folding when she was young."

Chen Xingyue: "When was that?"

Chen Yun was stunned: "A long, long time ago."

Chen Xingyue: "When I was a baby?"

This was enough to get to the bottom of the question, and Chen Yun just said "umm and ah" to get by. The past floated through his mind and his expression seemed dazed.

Chen Xingyue buried her head and folded a wrinkled thing that looked like a star, and gave it to her like a treasure: "The first one is for Mom!"

Chen Xinyang now forgot that he had just broken up with his sister, and raised his hand and said: "I want one, too."

Chen Xingyue ignored him: "The next one is for Dad."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Fenglin, who came back from buying coffee, followed up smoothly: "What for me?"

Chen Xingyue showed off: "Dad, I folded a star, isn't it super beautiful!"

Song Fenglin flattered: "It's beautiful, and this is the first time I receive a star."

It was actually the first time. Chen Xingyue: "Mom said she made a lot before, didn't she share any with you?"

Song Fenglin's eyes trembled slightly.

He has a secret that he cannot tell anyone, which is that when they first started dating, he paid close attention to his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's social media.

After the breakup, Hu Yuchen did not delete the evidence of their once sweetness. One of the photos was a glass bottle full of stars.

His caption was; [folded by someone himself]

Someone, the rubbing of it between the lips and teeth was full of ambiguity and immaturity.

Of course, Song Fenglin has received many gifts from his wife, but he still longs for things he has never had. ,

but he couldn't express the thought in words, and felt like a stinky rat in the gutter.

It turns out that even if you have the right to do something, you still need to hide.

Song Fenglin hid his thoughts and touched his daughter's head: "Yes, you are the star that mom gave to dad."

These words didn't sound like something he could say, but the effect was palpable to people of all ages.

Chen Xingyue was so pleased with the emperor's words that she condescended to show her brother a good look.

Whenever his sister spoke, Chen Xinyang would come over happily.

The two of them seemed to be getting along very well again, and they were studying Gobang enthusiastically.

It's really different every moment.

Chen Yun thought that as long as the two of them could be quiet, it would be fine, and looked up: "Have you finished your coffee?"

Song Fenglin: "Yeah, I gulped it down."

When he drank it, he also imagined that it was wine, with a kind of heroic spirit that could dispel all worries.

Chen Yun was concerned about his stomach: "Is it cold? You're still hungry."

Song Fenglin is a person who is easy to please.

On the one hand, he had to face the fact that "she doesn't love me", and on the other hand, he drew nourishment from the details to strengthen his self-conquering heart.

This completely opposite line of thought did not cause much trouble in my mind, and the balance easily tilted to one side.

Song Fenglin: "I don't feel uncomfortable."

Okay, Chen Yun said nothing and poked the back of his hand twice.

She didn't have the habit of growing long nails, so her fingernails were warm but not scorching when touched.

A fleeting pit was left on Song Fenglin's skin, and the next second he didn't know where it had been lingering.

He thought, at least he was not hated, and smiled with relief.

Chen Yun didn't see it, but just stared at the screen of the call-number counter, then stood up suddenly: "It's our turn."

The family of four walked in, and on such a day with loud gongs and drums, they actually took a good seat by the window and sat down.

Looking down, there is an open-air children's playground in the shopping mall. Even in the middle of the day, there are still a few children who are not afraid of the sun playing there.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were not afraid of the sun either, and shouted, "Mom, I want to go on the slide too."

Chen Yun flatly refused, and her fingers quickly clicked on the iPad.

When she had some free time to drink some water and play with her phone, she found that her parents had sent many group messages.

Neither Liu Yingxia nor Chen Yongzhong are good at typing, so all they posted were videos with background noise of conversations.

Not only did they introduce the dishes for lunch, they also had to let the relatives greet each other in front of the camera one by one.

Song Fenglin had already replied to all the messages above, so Chen Yun had no place to respond and asked the two children to send voice messages to their grandparents.

Even though they haven’t seen each other for just one day, the grandparents and grandchildren are still so affectionate with each other as if they have been separated for three years.

Chen Yun felt goose bumps all over her body and touched her arms.

Song Fenglin paid attention to her every move and asked, "Are you cold?"

Chen Yun raised the corner of her mouth, shook her head slightly and stretched out her palm: "Let me take a picture with my phone."

Song Fenglin handed it to her while putting the vegetables into the boiling pot.

Chen Yun immediately shouted, "Don't move."

She adjusted the angle, took a few pictures, then opened the album and exclaimed, "You took so many pictures yesterday?"

Song Fenglin: "Zhao Yan sent them to me." The

pictures he took were similar to his, so Chen Yun reluctantly praised: "Not bad, everyone's arms and legs are there."

Song Fenglin knew that she was actually talking about himself, and smiled: "I can do that now."

That was really amazing. Chen Yun glanced at him: "Can't you be more ambitious?"

Song Fenglin: "Okay, I'll study hard later. I don't have to work now."

He has said that there are too many things to do since he stopped working.

Chen Yun clenched her fist and encouraged: "I'm watching you."

Song Fenglin picked up a piece of boiled meat with chopsticks for her. Although there was nothing special about his expression, it made people feel embarrassed.

Happiness becomes concrete, and Chen Yun is generous: "Song Fenglin, you are really the best husband in the world."

Husband is a status and has nothing to do with love.

Song Fenglin could actually laugh, thinking that she was good at avoiding the main point, and said solemnly: "Thank you."

Chen Yun was stunned, blinking and hesitantly said: "You're welcome."

No, I want it.

She didn't know how grateful Song Fenglin was for meeting her and being the one she chose among such a huge crowd of people.

During the ten years of marriage, he felt every day that there really was such a thing as happiness after suffering in life, so much so that he did not dare to ask God to give him any more luck.

It's just that he's not loved. Song Fenglin is too used to it.

He ignored the dull pain in his internal organs and secretly said to Chen Yun in his heart: It’s okay, I still love you very much.

But despite his efforts to convince himself, a whisper still ran through his mind: But if possible, I hope you can love me a little bit.