Chapter 63 Sixty-three Advantages

The vitality of preschool children is no less than that of thousands of troops.

Fortunately, Song Fenglin took the children to have some free time outdoors in the afternoon, otherwise it would have been difficult to get them to lie in bed obediently.

Just like that, when he walked out of the children's room, the takeaway ordered by Chen Yun had been hanging on the door handle for a long time.

She was sitting on the sofa playing with her cell phone. When she saw someone approaching, she asked, "Are you asleep?"

Song Fenglin: "Just fell asleep."

What she meant was that we must not be careless, as there is always the risk of catching our parents "eating alone".

Chen Yun had suffered this kind of loss before, so she stayed put for the time being. She glanced at her phone and looked up at him: "Is there any watermelon in the refrigerator?"

The meaning of asking this question was - I want to eat watermelon. Song Fenglin could certainly taste it and said: "Yes, I'll go cut it."

She felt that Chen Yun was a little impatient, so she followed him in a pretentious manner: "I'll help."

Song Fenglin: "Okay, you're responsible for supervision."

After saying this, Chen Yun: "I can also cheer for you."

Changed the subject: "Where did you buy this cup? Why can't I find the same one online?"

Song Fenglin: "Old Chen went to Jingdezhen, and he took a photo of the stall in his circle of friends. I think it's the style you like, so ask him to help me get the boss's WeChat."

Chen Yun: "What style do I like? Which one?"

Song Fenglin's phone was charging, so he couldn't produce any evidence for the time being, so he could only summarize it briefly: "Very literary."

Chen Yun used to use these two words to introduce herself, but now she feels as if the negative connotation of this word is all on herself, constantly magnifying her twists and turns, so she retorted: "I was just more pretentious when I was young."

Song Fenglin heard that he was unhappy, and his hand cutting the watermelon paused, Turning back: "Did I say something wrong?"

In fact, he knew very well what his wife was thinking, and he could make people unable to resist by just putting on a pitiful expression.

Chen Yun's tone softened: "No, I just think it's a bit shameful to be a literary youth in my thirties."

Song Fenglin: "No, it sounds like a rich and idle person."

After all, if real life is a mess, who has the time to pursue something spiritual.

Chen Yun wanted to say, "Doesn't that just mean living a life of idleness and waiting to die?", but then he thought that based on his life experience, these four words might really be a beautiful yet unattainable state for him.

Song Fenglin appears to be as steady as a rock on the surface, but he is actually always on edge.

He doesn't know how to enjoy life, and even avoids desires beyond daily needs. He lives like a dry piece of wood, which is hollow when you knock it open.

To be honest, with this kind of personality, when Chen Yun met him, she never thought about developing the relationship further. She just wanted to meet him once as a formality. As a result, she went out every time he asked her out.

Zhou Peilin once suspected that it was a witch hunt and conducted a thorough search on Renren.com to see if there was any evidence of falsification of Song Fenglin's ancestral home. After a fruitless search, she asked, "What do you like about him?"

Chen Yun had a wide range of interests, but was actually very stingy with her emotions, especially towards men.

She didn't like Song Fenglin very much at that time, but she discovered a great advantage in him, which was that she didn't feel offended when she was with him.

This is the simplest rule for people to get along with each other. Among Chen Yun's numerous suitors, only one person can achieve it, and the admission rate is not much different from that of civil service examinations.

From this we can see that it is not easy to choose a husband like Song Fenglin.

Thinking of this, Chen Yun decided to take a more gentle attitude and said, "I just want to be rich and don't want to be an idle person."

What she thought about it only took a few seconds, so fast that Song Fenglin didn't find anything unusual. He just cooperated and changed his words: "That means being rich and busy."

Chen Yun recited it silently and found it a bit awkward. She didn't know what to replace it with. While muttering, she went to the door to pick up the takeaway that had been waiting for a long time.

The seller packaged it very well and it was still warm enough to eat.

Chen Yun drank more than half a bottle of plum wine, feeling a little dizzy and talking more involuntarily.

Song Fenglin wanted to replace the wine in her glass with water, but was pulled back just as he was about to pick it up.

Chen Yun: "Why are you taking away the gift I gave away?"

Song Fenglin said kindly: "I'll pour you some water. If you drink it, you will feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

Chen Yun's consciousness was in a Schrödinger state, saying that it was there and it was not there.

She blinked vigorously: "Yes, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Even so, it would be difficult for her to get up tomorrow.

Song Fenglin followed up with, "Then do you want to go to bed early?"

Chen Yun hummed vaguely, supported herself on the table and tried to stand up, but her legs went weak and she sat down again.

Song Fenglin reached out and pulled her, and with a little effort she fell into his arms.

Chen Yun subconsciously wanted to get some strength from somewhere, so she put her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.

Even so, she still had a hard time standing.

Song Fenglin held her waist, almost bearing all her weight, and brought her back to the room in this awkward posture.

As soon as Chen Yun touched the bed, she fumbled for the quilt, turned over and crawled into it flexibly. Perhaps she felt very comfortable, the corners of her mouth were raised high, and her breathing became heavy after a while.

Song Fenglin didn't turn on the lights when he came in. With the help of the light coming in from outside the door, he helped her tuck in the corners of the quilt, then squatted down beside the bed, his posture like a large dog.

He made similar movements, leaning forward to rub his wife's face. This made him feel satisfied, so he got up and cleaned up the kitchen leftovers.

I don’t know if he was a little dizzy, but he actually dropped a takeaway order on the ground, which was picked up accurately by his daughter the next day.

Chen Xingyue could recognize quite a few words now. She stood on a chair holding up the evidence in court and said, "Dad, you guys stole the barbecue!" She

was only as tall as Song Fenglin even when she stood there.

He looked his daughter in the eyes and couldn't lie without changing his expression. He scratched his face awkwardly: "Can I take you out to eat next time?"

Chen Xingyue had not yet learned the poem "Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there", but she knew that next time was just an uncertain concept of time, and asked: "What day of the week is that?"

Song Fenglin helplessly: "Wait until we get back to our hometown, okay?"

Chen Xingyue agreed reluctantly, jumped off the chair and rushed to the calendar, counted and said: "Three days left, it's a long time."

Song Fenglin: "It will be very, very soon."

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Time really flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the day for the family to return to their hometown.

Chen Yun bought a flight ticket for noon and set an alarm for five o'clock.

Song Fenglin was still in bed when the alarm rang. He opened his eyes, looked around in confusion and asked, "Did I oversleep?"

Chen Yun lifted the quilt and joked, "Yes, it's already twelve o'clock."

Her eyes and brows were full of smiles. Song Fenglin didn't take it seriously and pretended to be shocked: "Then what should we do?"

Chen Yun threw a pillow at him: "Your acting skills are negative. Get up and work quickly."

Although they said they were working, they actually had nothing to do for a while. After all, they had packed their luggage yesterday.

Chen Yun walked inside and outside twice and found that everything was ready except the child who had not yet woken up. She was shocked and said, "Am I old enough to arrive at the airport four hours in advance?"

Song Fenglin just smiled, "Do you know who you look like now?"

Chen Yun raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Who?"

Song Fenglin: "Xingxing."

It was completely the opposite of heaven. Chen Yun: "I'm her mother."

Song Fenglin: "I said Xingxing looks like you, and you blame you for being bad every time."

He added, "But every time she knows she's going out to play, doesn't she get up so early and walk around?"

Both sentences were very accurate. Chen Yun couldn't even find an angle to argue and could only hit him.

The next second, hit it harder.

Song Fenglin didn't understand her sudden anger. He looked back in the direction she was looking and found his daughter standing at the door, rubbing her eyes and looking at her parents.

Perhaps because their eyes met, she threw herself into her mother's arms and said, "Mom, are we going out?"

The earlier a child wakes up, the more maternal love he will lose.

Chen Yun almost bit her back teeth and said, "Not yet, baby, can you sleep a little longer?"

Chen Xingyue was not willing to do that. She brushed her teeth and washed her face without anyone urging her, and got ready to go.

As soon as the child left, Song Fenglin knew that he was in trouble and reflected on himself: "I have such a bad mouth."

What he said came true.

Chen Yun wasn't really angry, she just thought it was funny: "He will definitely fall asleep as soon as he gets on the plane. Let's just hold on for the last few hours and then we'll hand over soon."

Even Song Fenglin, who usually didn't feel tired of taking care of children, felt a little expectant when he heard it: "Finally, we can have some peace and quiet for a while."

There was another sentence, "Finally, we have some time alone together," which he didn't say.