Chapter 49

It’s funny to say that Forty-Nine is playing the victim. Although they have two children, they have been married for ten years.

But when it comes to how to make Chen Yun like him, Song Fenglin really has no experience to draw on.

He has always had a good memory, and can still recall many details about when the two of them first met.

Unfortunately, facts have proven that the route taken back then was almost unworkable, and we cannot even draw the conclusion from failure that the opposite approach must be correct.

Countless intersections allow one to go in a thousand or eight hundred directions, and you never know what might lead you to a different destination in the end.

Just thinking about this possibility, Song Fenglin knew that he must not act rashly, for fear of losing more than he gained.

But we have to plan first before making any decisions, and I don't even know where to start.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't fall asleep until midnight, so he just stayed in the living room.

Even though there was no one around, he still typed the five words "how to chase my wife" in the search bar like a thief.

I originally thought that this situation might have too little resonance in the world, but I didn't expect that there would be a large number of related results popping up.

Song Fenglin felt much better immediately, thinking that he was not the only one who was troubled by this. However, he found that something was not right the more he looked at it, so he scrolled up the page to read the title again.

The message other people sent had one more word than his, which was "How did you get your wife?"

Song Fenglin was jealous of the obvious show-off of a successful person.

He doesn't usually post online, and the homepage of any account registered with any software is basically blank. He will feel it is necessary to post something in the future.

The next moment he laughed at himself: Just you?

Chen Yun had no idea that he had so many rich thoughts in his mind. She could only see his expression changing as he sat on the sofa late at night without sleeping.

Those tiny corners of the mouth rising and falling, in the dim light, look like the prologue of a horror movie.

Fortunately, it was him that she was facing, otherwise Chen Yun would have screamed out long ago.

Her courage, as small as a needle tip, trembled twice: "You, what are you doing?"

Song Fenglin woke up as if from a dream, and subconsciously concealed his actions: "Nothing."

Chen Yun didn't believe it, and narrowed her eyes: "Really?"

Song Fenglin put his hand on his knee and scratched it, and said unnaturally: "Really."

Strangely, Chen Yun looked him up and down, and suddenly realized: "Are you feeling unwell again?"

No matter what it was, Song Fenglin quickly said: "Just a little."

He had many minor ailments, and Chen Yun was terrified when reading the annual physical examination reports.

She also had a plan to deal with it. She rubbed her palms together: "Stomach, waist, or head?"

Why did she have the illusion that she was going to be chopped into pieces? Song Fenglin hesitated: "Head...right?"

What did the word "right" mean? Chen Yun: "Don't look at your phone for now. It may be that your eyes hurt. I'll get you an eye patch."

The play had to be continued at this point. Song Fenglin leaned back and closed his eyes: "Okay."

Chen Yun put on the eye patch for him, sat beside her and muttered: "They said lutein is good for the eyes, but also said that eating it will burden the liver, so I dare not buy it. You don't like blueberries, and you hate carrots. What else can you eat? The only thing left is wolfberry."

Without the ability to see, other senses are exceptionally sharp.

She was too close to him, and Song Fenglin could no longer hear anything else, let alone answer.

Chen Yun thought he was sleepy and said, "Go back to your room and lie down."

Seeing that he didn't respond, she reached out and pulled him, "Let's go."

Song Fenglin felt that he was very useless.

His heart was always moved by her, and even this seemingly ordinary touch was inevitable.

If you are not in a relationship yet, this can probably be classified as a part of the ambiguity, which makes people unable to control themselves.

But under the name of husband and wife, everything goes smoothly.

Song Fenglin couldn't even tell whether this was a stray cat he saw on the roadside and wanted to touch.

He thought to himself that he was not as lovable as a stray cat, and emotionally he hoped that this was closeness itself.

Chen Yun didn't know that any movement would be analyzed into hundreds of possibilities by him, so he just reminded: "Slow down, don't kick the door."

He didn't kick the door, but hit the chest of drawers.

Song Fenglin was feeling annoyed and rarely swore.

Chen Yun: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Song Fenglin fumbled and sat on the edge of the bed: "It doesn't hurt, I just didn't react for a moment."

Chen Yun didn't quite believe it: "You're swearing, are you really okay?"

Song Fenglin scratched his face embarrassedly: "I, am actually quite good at swearing."

Chen Yun was surprised: "You?"

She almost had question marks on her head.

Song Fenglin: "I didn't know it was a dirty word before."

After his parents divorced, he lived with his grandparents. The old people had a habit of eating both meat and vegetables, and they would always mention "elders" in every sentence.

Just like you can’t exhale without inhaling, speaking with swear words has almost become a part of daily life.

The more you listen, the more you learn.

Whenever his father returned to his hometown every few years, he would use chili water to rinse his son's mouth.

Just this one thing made Chen Yun so angry: "Why? He never cared about you!"

Song Fenglin's resentment when he was young has now completely disappeared.

He even spoke well of her: "He has been given food to eat and has grown up."

Chen Yun was so angry that she slapped him: "That's what he deserves! Should he be grateful to him?"

Song Fenglin couldn't see, but he held her hand accurately: "Be careful not to hurt your hands."

Chen Yun blurted out: "I feel bad."

After she said that, she felt a little embarrassed and tried to pull her hand away twice but failed.

Song Fenglin: "Chen Yun, I'm very happy now."

He was so serious, but Chen Yun was not a heartless person.

She said, "Then take off the blindfold yourself."

There was only one bedside lamp on in the room, but although it was not bright, Song Fenglin still felt uncomfortable.

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his free hand: "I have another story about swearing, do you want to hear it?"

Chen Yun had always thought that she knew everything about him for the past ten years, but just now she realized that a person's life cannot be fully described in a few words.

She was very interested: "Listen."

Deep down, Song Fenglin had always wanted to abandon the first half of his life. After all, no one would want their poverty, embarrassment and inferiority to be mentioned repeatedly.

Especially after he fell in love with a bright and brilliant person, he wanted to bury the past.

He said, "You know my dad, he's very chauvinistic."

Chen Yun has been married for ten years, but the number of times she has met her father-in-law is less than the number of fingers that can be counted.

But even so, it was enough for her to see the other person's character clearly. She nodded: "He is super invincible."

Song Fenglin: "I was the first in the city when I took the high school entrance examination, and I held a buffet in the village."

There are so many cities in the country. A top scorer in the high school entrance examination is really not worth mentioning, but it caused a sensation in their poor place. Even the leaders of the county came to the banquet.

There were so many people at the scene, and Song's father felt it necessary to assert his authority as a father and ordered his son to toast the leader with a glass of wine.

Even today, Song Fenglin's alcohol tolerance is very weak, not to mention that he was still a teenager back then.

But because he was only a teenager at the time, under coercion he could only think of the anger of "then I'll drink in front of you" and the desire to die.

As a result, he actually died after drinking it - social death.

Song Fenglin later heard from others that he got drunk and pointed at his father's nose and cursed all his ancestors.

He doesn't remember anything, and there are no visual records of that time.

As he spoke, he sighed with great regret: "What a pity."

Chen Yun: "I'll call, and I'll record it for you if you curse me again."

She was really capable of doing such a thing, so Song Fenglin quickly stopped her: "No, no, it's good enough for us to live in peace now."

It would only add to her troubles if she continued to provoke him.

Sometimes what I want to do for you may not be what you want.

Chen Yun gave up reluctantly, but still complained: "He got it badly."

When talking about his biological parents, Song Fenglin sometimes felt that it was almost the same as talking about strangers.

He had cared, desired, been disappointed, and resented. Now he had very few emotions left, and he mobilized them all at once: "I'll tell you another fun thing."

Again? What was so fun about that just now?

Chen Yun felt unhappy and patted the back of his hand as if she was encouraging someone else to give a speech on stage.

Song Fenglin has received too much sympathy of this kind.

He didn't expect that one day he would demand this kind of emotion. After struggling for two seconds between losing face and playing the victim, he finally decided: "Didn't I do well in the college entrance examination?"

Being in the top ten in the province is considered okay. Chen Yun: "Be a little more arrogant."

She added: "It's really not easy for a country bumpkin like you to pass the exam."

She was born in a rural household registration and thought that she was a child of a poor family. Only after she visited Song Fenglin's hometown once did she know what the northwestern border and barren land were like.

The backwardness of educational resources is like the inspirational movies from the 1970s and 1980s.

Song Fenglin was very qualified to educate the next generation about suffering, but he rarely mentioned it.

He said, "Not long after the results came out, someone in the village held a one-year-old celebration for their child, and they specially invited me to be the guest of honor."

There were many rules and regulations in my hometown, and there were strict rules about who was the guest of honor and who was the guest of honor. Normally, people like Song Fenglin who had just become an adult would not even receive an invitation.

With the help of an admission letter, he squeezed into the adult world and even had a higher seniority than his father.

This kind of lead made Song Fenglin very proud: "My dad was so angry at home that he kept saying 'going against the will of heaven', but outside he had to hold it in and say that he was proud of it."

Chen Yunguang felt happy for him just thinking about it: "That's how it should be."

She was like a prop responsible for cheering from the audience, and Song Fenglin was speechless.

Chen Yun: "Why don't you say anything."

Song Fenglin: "I wanted to say something to say that the mentality of a villain who succeeds is not good."

The world teaches justice, and the opposite words seem to be used for villains. He hopes that the four words "upright and aboveboard" are closely related to him, but they cannot cover up his heart.

Chen Yun didn't care about that and slapped him again: "Don't say you are a villain!"

This is all slander!

No matter what Song Fenglin said, the past is gone with the wind and the wind can also blow boomerangs. He just became stronger, but is far from being immune to all poisons.

Even after so many years, the belated maintenance is still the greatest comfort to him.

He said in his heart: Chen Yun, it's you who has been holding me back.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he can't let go and will have to cling to her for the rest of his life.