Chapter 50 Fifty Ignores

As the conversation got lively, Song Fenglin's desire to talk seemed to have opened up a door.

He was indulging in this happy atmosphere between the two of them. When he saw her drowsy out of the corner of his eye, he reacted: "Go to bed early."

Chen Yun had been yawning for a long time and nodded slowly: "Let's talk tomorrow."

After she said these words, she leaned back and wrapped herself in the quilt, leaving no space.

After a few seconds, I suddenly realized that this bed was for two people to sleep in, and I struggled to get out of the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis.

It was the middle of the night, and not only was I panting from exhaustion, I also got angry and kicked the quilt away.

Song Fenglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just cover me, I'm not cold."

He was afraid of heat, so half of his body was always stretched outside at night.

Chen Yun: "At least it's enough to fill my stomach."

After this busy day, she became energetic again, but when she looked at the time and thought about opening the store tomorrow, she quickly closed her eyes.

Song Fenglin stopped arguing with her and just thought about things quietly.

There is a phrase that goes, "cater to someone's taste."

If Song Fenglin is a boring and uninteresting person, then the person next to him is exactly the opposite type.

Chen Yun is curious about everything in the world.

She is a fan of celebrities, TV dramas, and novels. She likes to go out for delicious food, occasionally play the piano and practice yoga to cultivate her sentiments, and is keen on chatting about gossip with friends.

Even when she's alone, her life is wonderful, as if she doesn't need anyone to force her way in.

But Song Fenglin covered his stomach with the corner of the quilt, thinking that maybe he could have a place too.

Inspired by this, he got up and exercised without sleeping for a while, hoping to develop abdominal muscles as soon as possible.

Chen Yun was half asleep and half awake when she felt a space next to the bed. She turned over in a daze and said, "Go buy breakfast."

Song Fenglin responded and stopped at the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community on his way back from the park.

There were not many customers in the store, and the proprietress spoke to him: "Is your sister-in-law still in her hometown?"

Song Fenglin really wished sometimes that he was a paramecium, so that no one who passed by would even look at him twice.

But people living in this world always have many unexpected social interactions. He said, "Yeah, still here."

If you run a shop, you'll be very versatile and can keep the topic going without any help.

Anyway, it will take another two minutes for the dumplings to be steamed, so there’s nothing to do but sit there.

The proprietress: "The countryside is nice, with mountains and water..."

It would be too impolite to say nothing, so Song Fenglin had to say a few words casually.

He thought he should have ordered something ready-made, but it was too late to regret.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he picked up the bag, but while waiting for the elevator he met another neighbor.

The eldest sister is also a passionate person. She doesn't give people a chance to breathe after she finishes a string of words.

For a moment, Song Fenglin thought he had returned to his hometown.

He wondered who said that there was no humanity in city communities. As soon as the elevator door opened on the 22nd floor, he pretended to be calm and walked out.

The electronic lock clicked and the two children playing in the living room came over.

On school days, they would only open their eyes after being urged many times, but when they have holidays, they get up early and dance here at the sound of the crowing of the cock.

Song Fenglin smoothed his daughter's messy hair and asked, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

Chen Xingyue said confidently, "No."

Song Fenglin tied a simple pigtail for her, "Then go now."

Chen Xingyue wanted to delay for a while before going, but she got anxious when she saw her brother running into the bathroom first out of the corner of her eye.

The brother and sister almost broke the door down, and their mother gave each of them fifty lashes of the cane early in the morning.

Chen Yun overslept and got up. After washing up, she took a bun from the table and said, "You take care of it. I'm leaving now."

After she said that, she put on her shoes and left, forgetting to take her bag.

Song Fenglin dropped his child off on the way to after-school class. When he entered the room and saw the person sitting there, he was stunned. Just as he was about to say hello, Chen Xingyue jumped out from behind her father with a sweet voice: "Auntie Qingqing!"

It was really thanks to the child.

Although his relieved expression was not very obvious, He Qingqing still saw the clues. After he left, she joked with her friend: "People who don't know would think your husband doesn't welcome me."

During the intermission while waiting for the dough to rise, Chen Yun rubbed her wrist: "He is like this on the surface, but he is very enthusiastic in his heart."

He Qingqing: "But he has improved since the time you first got married. He used to look like he really wanted to burrow into the ground."

It is not accurate to say that Song Fenglin has social phobia based on his personality.

He has fixed interpersonal relationships, and wants to avoid everything else, but he can still fool around when he needs to face it head-on.

Chen Yun: "If you had seen how he looked the first time he came back to our hometown, you would have thought he was particularly calm when seeing you."

He Qingqing had heard her mention her relatives from her hometown and said, "With so many people around, didn't he run away on the spot?"

Chen Yun: "Almost."

Song Fenglin probably felt like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting, but he also knew it was a major life event that he couldn't avoid.

He can pretend quite well, but he has to do a lot of mental preparation every day when he wakes up, and he has to take a deep breath when a new relative comes to his house.

Hearing this, He Qingqing sighed: "Sure enough, it's not easy for both male and female daughters-in-law."

Chen Yun: "No, it's easier for males than females. After all, your mother-in-law won't worship you just because the child has the father's surname."

Because of this surname, everyone in the Chen family felt that Song Fenglin suffered a great loss. They were afraid that he would be dissatisfied with his life, so they were very polite to him.

He Qingqing said in a slightly serious tone: "The way you said this is very much like my husband. It's true that being a woman is a matter of situation."

Perhaps feeling rude, she added awkwardly: "We just had a fight before going out, and I'm a little emotional. It's not directed at you."

Whether it was directed at you or not, it was all the truth.

Chen Yun was not angry, just stunned.

Only then did she realize that perhaps she had overlooked many of the hardships Song Fenglin had experienced in this marriage.

Or maybe she is not the only one who has made many sacrifices against her will in the past ten years.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun smiled bitterly: "It's okay, you are right."

Then she reacted: "Why did you quarrel?"

He Qingqing curled her lips: "We were talking about going to the confinement center. Anyway, he got nervous when I mentioned my mother giving him money."

She touched her belly when she said this, and there was a trace of confusion in the love of a soon-to-be mother: "This is the life, whoever gets married will be the sucker."

Between friends, not every sentence has to be continued.

Chen Yun may not even agree with her own choice, let alone easily judge others. She just asked: "Which one did you choose?"

He Qingqing: "I haven't decided yet. I came to ask you for advice."

She sat down and took out a few flyers. Chen Yun glanced at the numbers and clicked her tongue: "So expensive."

He Qingqing: "This is the price in Ningjiang."

She was straightforward: "Let me show off my wealth, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."

Chen Yun smiled: "Don't you know that being low-key makes you look high-end?"

He Qingqing: "We ordinary people don't understand this."

She flattened the wrinkles on the flyers and introduced the situation of each store as she pointed.

People who don't know the situation might think that she has shares in some store. Chen Yun: "Have you memorized the sales terms?"

He Qingqing said as a matter of course: "This is my first child, so of course I have to be cautious."

Yes, when Chen Yun was pregnant with her daughter, she even suspected that sneezing would affect the child.

She said, "It's all the same. In a few months I'll wish

I could hear the fetal heartbeat eight hundred times a day." No wonder getting married and having children is a watershed in a person's social circle. He Qingqing: "Only those of you who have given birth can understand me."

At first it sounds like nothing, but after careful consideration, Chen Yun: "Wait, Yan Xin and I were chatting about children in the group. Were you complaining about us in your heart?"

Among the three roommates in college, He Qingqing got married and got pregnant the latest.

She took a sip of water: "No, your baby is good-looking, I'd like to see more."

Chen Yun raised her hand and pretended to gently place it on her shoulder: "Don't worry, you will also give birth to a good-looking child."

He Qingqing: "It's hard to tell from genes."

And suddenly: "Don't mention it, your husband has lost so much weight, I know why you married him."

Song Fenglin's weight dropped slowly, and his buried facial features gradually appeared.

Chen Yun was surprised: "Have you never seen him look thin?"

He Qingqing: "You saw him on your wedding day, but no one had time to look at the groom. When I came back from graduating from graduate school abroad, your husband was already..."

She gestured with a ball with her hand: "At that time, I thought, what a flower..."

Chen Yun: "When I got married, you whispered to Yan Xin behind my back, right?"

He Qingqing: "Yes, you are beautiful, have a good job, are well educated, and your family has a house in Ningjiang. It's unfair for you to be with Song Fenglin."

Maybe it's like this between good friends. She said: "You also think my husband is not good, right?"

Chen Yun: "Now it's my turn to praise you?"

He Qingqing raised her chin slightly: "You can listen to the praise."

The sky is big and the earth is big, but pregnant women are the biggest.

Chen Yun was racking her brains and couldn't find any words when the timer rang.

If not for this, she would have forgotten that her dough was still fermenting. She washed her hands and said, "You sit for a while, I'll do some work."

He Qingqing responded, closed the door of the bakery, and quietly took out her mobile phone to scan the code to pay.

Xiaoxiao was slacking off, but when she heard the announcement of the account arrival, she looked around in confusion.

She was an employee and had no control over her boss's personal relationships. She smiled at the other party and then lowered her head.

He Qingqing also smiled politely and touched her belly subconsciously.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s about to become a mother, but now she feels happy when she looks at girls of this age, mixed with a hint of nostalgia for the past.

When she was in her early twenties, she didn't expect that she would become a mediocre person who could not stand the world. She thought the world was broad, but now she can only sigh when she thinks about it. She opened the deposit page of her bank card and took a look, thinking: There is no way, my mother gave me too much.