Chapter 52 Fifty-two Lucky

At ten o'clock in the evening, Chen Yun came out of the children's room.

She closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, walked lightly to the living room and turned on the TV.

Song Fenglin went downstairs to throw away the garbage and bought some food from the roadside stall at the entrance of the community.

When he entered the room, he leaned half of his body in and asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Chen Yun nodded vigorously twice and put the clutter on the coffee table aside.

She accidentally swept the remote control to the ground, and the loud thud made people feel uneasy. Their hands froze in place, and they felt more guilty than a thief who broke into this house.

Song Fenglin: "Now that we have finished our work today, we should have a good sleep."

Chen Yun: "We've been on standby for 24 hours since we had a holiday. Just when I was about to go to bed, the concert was going on."

Although she loves children, she really enjoys this moment of peace. She became interested and asked, "Any snacks to go with the wine?"

Song Fenglin: "We have duck necks and chicken feet."

He asked again, "Beer?"

Chen Yun stood up suddenly: "I have a new combination. I'll make you a glass to try."

This wine plus that fruit juice, all of them were things that Song Fenglin couldn't understand.

He just thought that the red, orange, yellow and green colors looked pretty good, and took a sip: "It tastes good."

Even if he praised it to the skies, the words from his mouth would have little reference value.

But no matter how you pretend, the emotional value is at least sufficient.

Chen Yun was in a good mood anyway, and she opened the plastic bags he brought back one by one: "Why are all the things I like to eat? Don't you want to eat them?"

Song Fenglin didn't want to eat them at first, but seeing that she looked a little disappointed for some reason: "There are some things I like to eat too."

He said this, eating was dispensable.

There was a mountain of bones in front of Chen Yun, but he was still slowly struggling with the same duck collarbone.

It can be seen that who he eats with is more important to him than what he eats.

Song Fenglin was indeed in a good mood and wanted to make this second longer.

He said, "I met Qiqi's father in the afternoon."

Qiqi is his daughter's kindergarten classmate, and the two of them have recently been learning calligraphy in an extracurricular class.

With children as the bond, parents naturally have many intersections.

Chen Yun: "Haven't you met him before?"

Song Fenglin: "Yes, but today is the first time we've spoken."

All men seem to be the same, they can't wait to send their children to school and then turn around and leave.

Chen Yun smiled: "You two are socially anxious, but you are still able to talk to each other?"

Song Fenglin couldn't hide his little pride: "I talked to him first."

That was really amazing. Chen Yun clapped his hands pretentiously: "What did you talk about?"

It was all over the place and he couldn't remember what he talked about at once.

Song Fenglin finally concluded: "It's just nonsense chatting."

Chen Yun didn't have to find out the truth. After all, no one lives with a camera in front of them.

She said, "If you get along well, you can have an extra companion when picking up and dropping off the kids in the future."

Song Fenglin felt like backing off: "It's also fine if I can drop off the kids alone."

He just stood there and chatted with others, and had no intention of joining forces with anyone. Thinking of the possible increased social burden, he sighed for no reason.

It is this kind of personality that makes people find his behavior in this marriage even more incredible.

Chen Yun drank the last sip of wine, shook the clinking ice cubes, and suddenly raised his eyes: "Song Fenglin, I want to ask you something, you have to tell the truth." He

even asked his full name, so solemnly that Song Fenglin's heart started beating wildly.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, and clenched his hands slightly: "Okay."

Chen Yun: "Do you like going back to your hometown?"

Probably because there was a premise of telling the "truth", Song Fenglin hesitated for a moment before saying: "I can't say I like it, but I don't hate it either."

In fact, this answer was already very good, which slightly alleviated Chen Yun's guilt.

She put down the cup and rubbed her thighs unconsciously: "If that's the case, you don't have to go this time. I'll take the kids back."

Song Fenglin's face changed: "What am I going to do in Ningjiang alone."

Chen Yun: "Isn't it good to stay in Ningjiang and not have to greet relatives?"

Song Fenglin spoke word by word: "Not at all."

Under the influence of alcohol, he still felt a little aggrieved: "Do you think it's embarrassing to take me back?"

Chen Yun asked back: "Why should I feel ashamed?"

Song Fenglin: "I'm an unemployed vagrant now."

Society has many definitions of success, but none of them is linked to unemployment.

After he reminded her, Chen Yun was surprised herself: "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it."

This answer was so unexpected that she began to reflect on whether she or her parents had inadvertently expressed their embarrassment about his recent joblessness. After thinking about it, she concluded that they had not.

Song Fenglin showed an expression of "as expected" and lowered his head: "Then I'll wait for you to come back home."

Chen Yun couldn't stand him like this and had to explain it clearly: "I think there are too many things to do when I go back to my hometown. You don't like to deal with too many people anyway. If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. It has nothing to do with whether you have a job or not."

Song Fenglin said "OK" sullenly, which blocked Chen Yun's words.

She was not very happy with her tone, so she hit him and said, "Look at me."

Song Fenglin didn't know why he took off his glasses.

The tiny amount of alcohol was all trapped in the corners of his eyes, like a pool of spring water.

Chen Yun seriously suspected that this was a beauty trap: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Song Fenglin's eyes were vague: "No."

He was pretending. Chen Yun glared at him: "I'm talking to you seriously, do you want to go back by yourself?"

She put the emphasis on the word "by yourself", and the meaning was very obvious.

Song Fenglin shook his head slightly: "Chen Yun, this is not just my business."

Why is he calling someone's name in such a sticky voice?

Chen Yun tickled him: "Then whose it could be?"

Song Fenglin: "We are together every year, and my parents have told the relatives. Now I suddenly don't go back, what will others think?"

Chen Yun curled her lips: "Why should I care what others think."

She grew up in her hometown and has a fixed social circle. Her hometown is a meaningful symbol to her, so she cannot avoid the entanglements of human relationships.

To be honest, Song Fenglin never cares about others.

It seemed like he couldn't open his mouth to say something nice, his upper and lower lips were clenched together, and he muttered softly: "I care about you and my parents."

To be more shameless, whether he goes back or not is of particular significance to his elders, as it is a symbol of proving to outsiders that they have a happy life with three generations living under one roof.

Chen Yun understood this logic very well, and pursed her lips: "I just think it's too difficult for you."

It is difficult, of course.

Song Fenglin knew that he had character flaws and said, "But I am happy to do it."

This sounded so contradictory. Chen Yun: "Sometimes I really don't understand you."

Does she really not understand? Song Fenglin thinks not.

He thought leaving blank space was also a kind of beauty. Since he didn't know what to follow, he simply fell into silence.

But Chen Yun refused to let him go and nudged him with her elbow: "Say something."

Song Fenglin smiled good-naturedly: "Are you still hungry? Do you want something else to eat?"

Chen Yun: "You don't eat yourself, but you keep asking me to eat!"

When she talked about this, she got angry: "I've gained three pounds!"

A girl's weight is a taboo. When Song Fenglin just got married, she still had the virtue of being honest and reckless. After offending her twice in this matter, he learned his lesson.

He coaxed the person: "I broke the scale, so you're not fat."

The other person took the blame on his own initiative, and Chen Yun had no choice.

She was helpless: "Your mind is working very quickly now."

Song Fenglin: "It's been ten years, there must be progress."

How many decades are left in a person's life? If you are unlucky, you may not be able to finish the next one.

At that time, Chen Yun felt that she was lucky in at least one thing. She turned her head and thought: At least at that time, there will be someone by my side.