Chapter 59 Fifty-Nine What else is true?

Song Fenglin is a man with strong action drive. He thinks about making money during the day, and starts watching online courses while lifting dumbbells at night.

Chen Yun came out of the shower to wash clothes. She stopped as she crossed the living room, looked at the TV to the left, then looked at Song Fenglin to the right, with an expression of disbelief: "Why are you watching this?"

Her tone made Song Fenglin think for a moment that he was watching a pornographic video. She said, "Review high school math. I taught two students when I was in college, and they both did well in the exams. Maybe I can get a part-time job now."

Part-time job? This is a direction.

Chen Yun: "You're quite good at teaching. Song Jing said that half of the students in your class relied on you

for their advanced mathematics." Song Fenglin thought to himself that he was indeed an old classmate who was quite good at flattering himself, and said modestly: "They all just cram at the last minute, otherwise they would have learned it all." Chen Yun had never been able to learn mathematics, and said bitterly: "I feel like you're laughing at me." It

was such a big blame that Song Fenglin couldn't take the blame: "I didn't mean that."

Chen Yun covered her chest with one hand: "It's just that we poor students are more fragile and sensitive."

Song Fenglin thought she was cute and smiled, but was afraid of being accused of another crime, so he quickly pursed his lips into a line.

However, Chen Yun caught him in the act and announced loudly without any reason: "I will forgive you if you go wash the clothes."

How could Song Fenglin refuse? He just put down the things at hand.

Chen Yun turned over and sang with a farmer's face, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and watching TV.

After watching for thirty seconds, she found the feeling of cursing while writing the test paper, and couldn't help recalling her youth: "My worst subject in the college entrance examination was mathematics."

Song Fenglin was washing clothes, and the sound of water diluted her voice.

He didn't hear clearly, so he turned off the faucet and asked, "What did you say?"

Chen Yun ran over and pinched him, "You said I got the worst score in math in the college entrance examination!"

Is this an honorable thing? And asked her to repeat it over and over again.

Song Fenglin didn't feel any pain, he was just confused: "Why do I remember it was English?"

Impossible! Chen Yun: "My English has always been good!"

She said so, but when she spoke the last word, her voice softened for some reason: "I must have remembered it correctly."

Song Fenglin skipped the answer of yes or no and reminded: "Just look it up and you'll know."

Chen Yun has a big box in her room, which contains all the paper materials she has kept since she was a child.

From birth certificates to intermediate pastry chef qualification certificates, each item is placed in different transparent file bags in chronological order of preschool, elementary school, junior high school, high school, college and after graduation.

Looking at it this way, it seems that a person’s life is just like a few light pieces of paper.

Chen Yun couldn't help but sigh: "When I die, these will be burned together."

Song Fenglin followed in and heard this, and said: "Let's leave it to the children as a commemoration."

Chen Yun: "That feels like it takes up a lot of space. The house price may rise to one or two million in the future. I'll scan and archive it later, and let them look at the electronic version."

Song Fenglin: "Maybe there will be more advanced storage methods in the future."

Who can say for sure? Chen Yun shrugged, accurately found the high school folder and opened it.

At times like this, it doesn’t matter what you’re looking for, all that comes to mind are memories.

She fell silent for a moment. Song Fenglin leaned over to watch her, trying to imagine how she lived in the days when she didn't recognize him.

For Chen Yun, that was a very old story.

Her memory was vague, and many of the things she was sure of had been replaced. For example, her college entrance examination transcript showed that she did worse in English than in math.

Chen Yun was puzzled: "How could I remember it wrong? How did you know?"

Song Fenglin: "We went through this box together when Xingxing was born."

Chen Yun now really suspected that someone had stolen her memory.

She tried to pull out some clues from the depths of her mind, but it was of no use with her frowning brows. She held her breath and concentrated for a while before giving up: "I still have no impression."

It would be a lie for Song Fenglin to say that she was not disappointed.

Those moments they shared that he thought were beautiful turned out to be remembered by only one person, and when they were mentioned again, there wasn't even the slightest trace left in the other person's heart.

As he had done many times in the past, he tried to convince himself: Chen Yun's world was different from his. There were so many people and things that occupied her heart and soul. Those were just insignificant and trivial daily events, and it was normal for him not to remember them.

Even though he was still a little frustrated deep down, he suppressed it as usual and found a good excuse: "You had just come out of confinement at that time, and your body hadn't recovered yet."

Chen Yun: "But I remember you secretly brought me milk tea during the confinement period, although you pinched my straw after I only took two sips."

The first half of the sentence is more or less a sweet memory, but the second half has a bit of a revenge meaning.

Song Fenglin muttered softly, "How come this is so clear."

Chen Yun elbowed him, "Because a gentleman's revenge is never too late."

But she was pragmatic, "You behaved well when I was in confinement."

Song Fenglin, "I didn't do anything. It's still you and your parents who have worked the hardest."

He had to go to work, and no matter how much he was willing to spend, his time was limited. Compared to taking care of the baby in shifts for 24 hours and shouting at the top of his lungs in the delivery room, he was just doing a small part of his job.

Even if he only said nice words, the listeners would be moved, not to mention that he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Even though he had reached this point, Chen Yun only felt pressured and recalled an inappropriate saying: A little bit of rice is a favor, a big bit of rice is a grudge.

The next second, she cursed herself in her heart as usual for being ungrateful, and poked the man's shoulder: "To reward you for being a good husband, a good son-in-law, and a good father, what do you want now?"

Wish? All Song Fenglin could think of at this moment was: "Then let's look at these together again."

No matter whether the wish is big or small, a good wish is one that can alleviate the guilt.

Chen Yun flipped through the information and said, "I was a class leader in elementary school, and I was named one of the city's three good students in junior high school. This is quite important. It can add five extra points to the high school entrance examination. In high school..."

At last she sighed, "It really proves the saying that a child who is good at something when he is young may not be a good person when he grows up."

Song Fenglin: "Who said that? You are doing well now."

Chen Yun: "You are the only one who thinks so."

Song Fenglin was not sure about others, but he had four votes in his hand: "There are also children and parents."

His words really hit the nail on the head.

If there was anyone from whom Chen Yun felt the most frustrated with the current situation, it would probably be her parents.

From childhood to adulthood, Chen Yun believed that she received all the love from her parents.

But this kind of love gradually shifted after they got married, and sometimes she even felt that there was a non-existent "brother" in the family - his grades were better than hers, his income was higher than hers, and even the incense, which was the most important thing to maintain the family in feudal society, was passed on thanks to his generosity.

The second child who never appeared, the son who required her to always behave "better than other people's sons", existed in another form many years later, to the point that Chen Yun doubted whether she was truly loved all these years.

She didn't dare to think too deeply, but couldn't help thinking sadly: If even this is fake, what else in the world can be real?

Thinking of this, she became confident in all her actions. The way she looked at Song Fenglin was filled with anger as if he was a liar, as if he was trying to trick her into digging out her heart and liver.

Song Fenglin couldn't understand why the atmosphere took a sudden turn for the worse, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun: "I suddenly felt tired."

Song Fenglin was a little skeptical in his heart. After all, it was too sudden, but his hands reacted faster. He looked at the time displayed on his mobile phone and said, "It's so late, you go to bed, I'll go finish washing the clothes."

Chen Yun nodded and put the things in her hands back into the box.

At this moment she felt that a part of her soul was also buried in the past.