Chapter 53 Fifty-three is glowing

for some unknown reason, but Chen Yun has recently been thinking about issues that have nothing to do with the daily necessities of life, or to put it in a pretentious way, they are the thoughts of a girl.

She thought to herself that she was already in her early thirties, and she felt a little embarrassed when her heart skipped over these four words. She just wanted to shake her head to see how many pounds of water there was in it.

But the more she resisted, the more it kept drilling into her head, making her a little dazed, and while she was working, she mistook the newly opened cream for expired milk and threw it away.

Xiaoxiao didn't think anything was wrong when she saw her pouring things into the sink, except that there were no customers coming, so she looked around boredly.

As she looked at it, she asked, "Sister, the cream is also spoiled?"

What cream? Chen Yun came back to her senses.

She raised her hands in the air, not knowing whether to raise them up or put them down, and laughed inexplicably: "I am crazy."

Why is he scolding herself? Xiaoxiao: "Ah? Sister, are you okay?"

Chen Yun said that she was fine, washed her hands, poured herself a glass of water filled with ice cubes, and drank it in one gulp. She was so cold that she even got goose bumps and her head was buzzing more and more.

She didn't know why she suddenly reflected on the meaning of marriage after many years of marriage, nor did she know where Song Fenglin placed in this marriage.

When she was in her twenties, she thought she was the most insightful person in the world. She had long seen through the fact that "love does not exist" and tried to minimize emotional factors when choosing her future partner.

But can people really not be shaken by emotions? Probably not.

At least Chen Yun's mind is now in a mess. She doesn't know where to start if she wants to drink, and her expression becomes more and more solemn.

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but wave her hand in front of her: "Sister, are you feeling unwell today?"

Chen Yun subconsciously said: "No, I just didn't sleep well last night."

Xiaoxiao: "Insomnia?"

Chen Yun hummed casually.

In fact, she fell asleep last night under the influence of alcohol and didn't even have a dream.

No, it seems like I did it, but I’m so confused and can’t remember it.

It was not a serious matter, Chen Yun shook his head and didn't take it to heart.

She was busy with her morning work, afraid that she would start thinking about trivial things once she had free time, and she felt a little reluctant to leave work.

Xiaoxiao saw her looking back every few steps and asked, "Did you leave anything behind?"

Chen Yun shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief for some reason as she walked out of the store.

She thought that maybe pretending to understand while being confused was also a way to live her life, so she patted her face and went home.

Calculating the time she arrived home, Song Fenglin just brought the last dish to the table: "Just right, we can eat."

Chen Yun glanced at the table: "There are so many dishes today."

Song Fenglin: "There are three semi-finished products."

He felt a little guilty when he said this, and his eyes drifted around.

Chen Yun only needed to turn his head to take a look at his son's face which was painted in various colors, and he knew that being a father today was not an easy day.

She said, "Let's order takeout tomorrow. It's tiring enough."

Song Fenglin: "It's okay. I'll just stir-fry some leafy vegetables."

He was the only one who cooked all the vegetables, but the two children were not willing to pay for it.

Chen Xingyue bargained with her mother for a long time before she chewed and swallowed it like poison.

Chen Xinyang also wanted to resist like his sister, but unfortunately he was glared at and didn't dare to say anything and just lowered his head.

His entire face was almost buried in the bowl, with two grains of rice on his forehead. When he waved the spoon, rice grains fell from the table, and the bowl of soup was knocked over.

The sun is setting now, and the summer days are long.

After countless straws throughout the day, the last straw that broke the camel's back fell.

Song Fenglin pulled out several tissues, took a deep breath and couldn't help but say: "Chen Xinyang, can you eat well?"

When he is at work, he takes out time to spend with his children despite his busy schedule, and most of the time he spends with them is warm and affectionate. Even if he wants to be angry, he can regulate himself well.

But now he revolves around his children almost 24 hours a day, and it seems like he has a reason to lose his temper every ten minutes. Even a spring would break if it were so flexible, let alone a flesh and blood body like him.

Anyway, it was just a sudden sound, without any yelling or shouting, which frightened Chen Xinyang.

When his son's neck shrank, Song Fenglin began to blame himself and spoke in a softer tone: "Dad is not mean to you."

Chen Xinyang pinched two little fingers: "A little bit mean."

As soon as he was coaxed, tears began to well up in his eyes.

Chen Yun, who originally adhered to the principle that whoever educates should have the say, still jumped out: "When your father beats you up one day, you'll know what fierceness is."

Song Fenglin tried to smooth things over for his son: "It's okay, just wipe it clean."

It was a matter of willingness, so what else could Chen Yun say? He kicked him under the table in annoyance.

Song Fenglin smiled foolishly and picked up some food for her to change the subject: "He Tai wants to see me for lunch tomorrow."

Chen Yun: "You go, I'll pick them up.

" Song Fenglin: "No need, I've arranged everything."

Chen Yun went over the child's class schedule for tomorrow afternoon and said, "Why don't we ask for leave for Yangyang, he can stay in the store with me."

That wouldn't work. Chen Xingyue was the first to disagree: "My brother has to go to school well too!"

She hasn't entered the compulsory education stage yet, but this summer she has gradually realized what academic pressure is. While stammering in reading pinyin, she was full of envy for her younger brother who was playing with cars, and often shouted that it was unfair.

The more I look into the concepts of children's education, the more I realize that neither too light nor too heavy is acceptable.

Chen Yun was also afraid that her daughter would become rebellious about studying, so she turned her face away and said, "Then I'll take a leave."

Song Fenglin, "No need. I'll take the kids to lunch and then send them to class."

Chen Yun, "Time is a bit tight."

Song Fenglin, "It's okay. I'm afraid if I sit any longer he'll talk about getting me to start a business."

After all, they had been friends for many years, and it was too embarrassing to refuse directly, so she simply used the child as an excuse to leave.

Let's put aside the question of whether to start a business or not for the moment. Chen Yun asked: "What does this mean? Has he mentioned it before?"

Song Fenglin: "Yes, but I didn't agree."

He is a conservative. When he was young, he didn't have much ambition to brave the wind and waves, not to mention he is at an age where he has elderly parents and young children to take care of.

Of course Chen Yun knew his character, she was just surprised: "You didn't tell me."

There are certainly many small things in this world that even in close relationships, neither party knows about them, but Song Fenglin is a person who loves to "report". He needs to draw his connection with the world through responses and squeeze out some fun to share from his boring schedule.

If it wasn't mentioned, it was intentional.

Song Fenglin really wasn't like that: "I wanted to say it at the time, but Song Jing happened to be there, so I forgot about it."

Zhang Songjing just came back from a business trip in Europe last week. He did some shopping for his friends for free and delivered everything to their homes. He said he was in a hurry to leave, but in fact he was reluctant to leave and tickled several crickets at the entrance.

The fact that she and He Tai were together and parted ways on bad terms was just adding to the topic of conversation.

Chen Yun thought about it and realized that this was the case.

She skipped over her friend's love history, which they could now talk about and laugh about, and just asked, "Is the project good?"

There was no future, and Song Fenglin felt that he did not have the foresight to see it.

He spread his hands and shrugged: "You know me."

How could Chen Yun not know that he just hoped that his family of six could continue to live this stable life, and any investment behavior that required taking risks would be rejected by him.

For him, words like "take a chance" are the codes that trigger risk control. He labels any return rate higher than that of fixed deposits as a scam, and would rather kill by mistake than let the criminal go.

To be honest, this kind of caution made Chen Yun feel that he was conservative and boring when they first met, and he didn't have the aggressiveness of a young man at all.

But having witnessed too many people who fell in front of high-spirited people in the past ten years, she secretly rejoiced and said, "Sometimes I think you are amazing."

Song Fenglin: "Why?"

Before Chen Yun could move her mouth, her daughter answered first: "Because, it's scientific reason!"

Where did she learn these words every day?

Chen Yun: "I'll do today's homework after dinner."

Chen Xingyue said proudly: "I've finished it all! Dad checked it!"

She has a strong survival instinct and probably thought that her mother was going to add pressure at the last minute and "run away" with her brother.

Chen Xinyang grabbed his clothes and wiped his mouth, and his mother jumped when she looked at the sun.

She clenched her fists, and Song Fenglin quickly covered for the children: "You haven't told me why yet?"

After a second, Chen Yun felt that there was nothing to scold. After all, this was just a small matter on the road to having children.

But she still glanced at him: "It's all because of you."

Song Fenglin couldn't deny that he was more indulgent to his children. He picked up the rice grains scattered on the table and paid attention to the question just raised again.

Chen Yun asked again: "There are so many people in your class who have become rich, have you never been tempted at least once?"

Catching up with the Internet boom in the past ten years, plus the intellectual blessing of being able to get into Peking University, there are already several billionaires among Song Fenglin's classmates, and he is considered one of the average people.

There were several times when olive branches were extended to him, but he rejected them all without hesitation. In hindsight, he missed many opportunities to get rich.

He himself has no regrets: "I am only suitable for working, and at most I can be a small leader. I get nervous when I am asked to invest money, and I feel even worse when I lose money."

Chen Yun actually thought that he would answer like this: "That's why I said you are amazing. You can frankly admit that your abilities are limited."

The last four words were not easy to say. She touched her hair: "I still don't want to face this reality."

The facts are not important, Song Fenglin is a qualified husband.

Although he was not good at speaking, he still tried his best to praise, even saying "eating well" as an advantage.

Chen Yun couldn't help laughing and was very polite to him while praising his business.

It sounded like a joke, mixed with true feelings.

After ten years of marriage, she seemed to realize how dazzling the person in front of her was.