Chapter 66 Sixty-Six It doesn’t matter.

After dinner, the old couple wanted to take the children to the village basketball court for a walk to enjoy the cool air.

Chen Yun was happy to let go and went to the sofa: "Goodbye everyone."

Song Fenglin's balance tilted towards her and he handed the child's thermos cup to the elder: "Then I'll stay home too."

Liu Yingxia: "Okay, there are snacks in the cupboard, and there are watermelons and grapefruits in the refrigerator. Can I cut them for you?"

Song Fenglin: "I just ate. I'll cut them later."

That's fine. They were so grown-ups now, and Liu Yingxia had nothing to tell them. The two generations left together.

After the people left, the place became so quiet that the croaking of frogs in the pond and the chirping of cicadas in the trees became silent.

Chen Yun listened without getting annoyed and played with her phone. From the corner of her eye she saw Song Fenglin pacing around the living room with his hands behind his back.

She said, "You look like a big leader like this."

Song Fenglin lowered his head to look at his stomach, thinking that his recent efforts should have allowed him to initially break away from the category of a big leader. He tightened his stomach and spread his shoulder blades like a butterfly, trying to make his whole body look more upright: "How about this?"

Chen Yun smiled: "I mean you walk in a square step."

Song Fenglin: "What is a square step?"

Chen Yun: "Like Di Renjie."

There are many examples that can be cited, but it happened to be Di Renjie.

Song Fenglin sighed unconsciously, but he didn't expect the sound to be so loud.

Chen Yun put down her phone: "I'm being praised and yet you're sighing."

Song Fenglin: "You praised me for looking like Di Renjie, and I..."

He had no opinion on the actor, but it was really hard for him to be happy at this moment.

Chen Yun: "I mean you walk beautifully! Your shoulders are so straight, unlike some boys who are tall and have their necks shrunk!"

Oh, that's it.

Song Fenglin scratched his face awkwardly: "Sorry, we fat guys are more sensitive."

Actually, his weight has skyrocketed for more than one or two years, but it seems that this is the first time that Chen Yun heard him call himself "fat guy" to tease him. Thinking that he would mind this matter, she said: "Now he is not fat anymore."

Song Fenglin had just weighed himself when he went out in the morning, showing some excitement: "I have lost 25 kilograms."

It has only been two months since he said he wanted to lose weight, and the results are so remarkable.

Chen Yun couldn't sit still and stood up: "I gained two pounds!"

Song Fenglin didn't dare to say that he thought she was too thin, and comforted her: "I didn't even notice it."

It was even more impossible for others to do so.

Chen Yun didn't care about that and waved her arms vigorously twice as an exercise, but she had eaten too much at night and it felt like her whole stomach was shaking when she moved, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and looked at the person in front of her with a vicious look on her face: "I won't practice, and you are not allowed to practice at night. Come here and sit down."

Song Fenglin didn't think it was "evil". He looked at her with a smile in her eyes and eyebrows: "Okay."

Chen Yun felt relieved now.

She was just talking, then sat down and put on an understanding expression: "You need to rest for a while after eating, you can practice later."

The truth is always in her hands.

From another perspective, this sentence can also become that what she said is always the truth.

Song Fenglin held high the banner of support, sat next to her and asked, "Mom just said that we'll set up a shed the day after tomorrow, right?"

They were able to attend the wedding banquet when they came back this time, but it wasn't all for free, as relatives had to lend a hand - even if they didn't do anything, it was necessary to show up.

Chen Yun: "Yes, we need to fry fried fruits and make buns."

There are many rules for weddings and funerals, and she couldn't tell which ones were which, but there was one thing that remained the same for decades: "It's strange, at this time I think fried fruits and buns are delicious."

Upon hearing this, the words "sugar and oil mixture" popped up in Song Fenglin's mind: "I feel like I'm going to get fat when I come back from this trip."

Chen Yun elbowed him: "Don't say anything that spoils the fun."

Song Fenglin gestured with his hand, meaning that there was a zipper on his mouth.

He seldom uses the word "quirky", but it is very appropriate at this moment.

Chen Yun thought that maybe because his parents and children were not present, he could relax a little bit in his always high standards of self-discipline.

She said, "Pull it open again. I have something to say."

Song Fenglin did as she said and felt happy for some reason.

Chen Yun just wanted to tease him and had nothing to say. She rolled her eyes and reached out to touch his head, like she was coaxing a puppy.

Song Fenglin remembered that when he was very young, adults always said that boys’ heads should not be touched. The reason was simply related to dignity and dignity. With a typical science student’s brain, he could never equate the intangible things with the real things.

Even if there was a relationship, it didn't matter to him in front of Chen Yun, and he lowered his shoulders a little.

Even though Chen Yun had never raised an animal, she could tell that this was a form of flattery.

The feeling of being controlled by others is both frightening and exciting: "Song Fenglin, why are you so good-tempered?"

Song Fenglin looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Otherwise, how could I get a wife."

Chen Yun admitted that she was attracted by his personality when she got married, but she may have thought, "I don't believe anyone can be so good all the time."

But Song Fenglin is really that impossible possibility, making people feel like they are God’s own daughter.

Even though time is the most powerful evidence, only ten years have passed. If one lives for hundreds of years, there will be many days left to observe.

To be honest, the words "leave it for observation" made Chen Yun feel a little bit uncomfortable, and she always felt that it was too cruel to Song Fenglin.

This guilt often makes her more gentle: "You can be a little fierce, but my wife is yours."

When she said this, Song Fenglin was even more reluctant: "You can't be fierce to her because she is mine."

That's it. Sometimes Chen Yun didn't know what to do with him, and said helplessly: "You..."

The unfinished words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Chen Ying, the cousin of his second uncle, and the couple both looked towards the door.

This made Chen Ying feel a little embarrassed. She pulled the open door with her hands and lowered her head to look at the ground.

Chen Yun also felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was older, so she pretended to be calm: "Didn't you have an appointment tonight? Why are you back so early?"

Chen Ying: "I usually have appointments with them every day, it's rare for you."

As she spoke, she walked inside and greeted him politely, "Brother-in-law."

Song Fenglin politely asked a few nonsense questions like "when does school start?" and went to the yard to play.

The living room suddenly felt empty, and Chen Yun pulled out a large paper bag from the kitchen: "Ningjiang's newest queue king, try it."

In the first year after graduating from graduate school, Chen Ying was admitted to the county's second primary school, becoming a cage that she could not escape.

She had many inexplicable fantasies about big cities, and when she mentioned them, she could only sigh: "It's great, Ningjiang has everything."

Chen Yun: "Come and visit during the winter vacation, I'll treat you all."

The cousins ​​are only five or six years apart in age, and they have always had a good relationship.

Chen Ying was not polite and responded with the recent gossip from her aunts and uncles.

All stories in the world are similar and cannot escape the same theme.

But Chen Yun was still listening attentively, commenting from time to time.

The two sisters chatted for a long time before Chen Ying remembered: "Let my brother-in-law come and listen, otherwise he will be so bored outside alone."

Chen Yun: "He is working out, don't bother him."

Workout? Chen Ying suddenly realized: "I was wondering what was strange when he came in just now. It turns out he has lost weight! How did he lose weight!!"

Chen Yun: "Shout louder so he can hear you, otherwise he will think you didn't notice."

Chen Ying rushed to the door: "Brother-in-law, your success is really going to keep me awake tonight. I just ate a big taro bun."

Song Fenglin was only concerned: "Is it delicious?"

He waited in line for three hours yesterday and suspected several times that the people in the line were paid hires.

Chen Ying didn't know that he was the one who bought it, so she said honestly, "It's a bit choking."

Oh, then what's the next part of the greeting?

Song Fenglin was a little stuck at this point, and after thinking for a moment he asked, "Do you want anything to drink? I'll go buy it."

Chen Ying subconsciously said, "Our village has takeout service."

She shook her head violently, "I don't want to drink, I don't want to drink, you go ahead and do your thing."

As if she was escaping from some terrible beast, she ran back to the living room.

In such a small place, the sound can be heard clearly.

Chen Yun continued their conversation: "Delivering food?"

Chen Ying was surprised: "You didn't know?"

When asked this, Chen Yun: "How would I know?"

Chen Ying: "Then you don't have Chen Sichen's WeChat. He has been delivering food recently and posts on WeChat Moments every day."

Chen Yun: "Isn't he working in Guangzhou? When did he come back?"

Chen Ying showed a subtle expression: "This is a long story."

The conversation was so long that it was only reluctantly ended when Liu Yingxia and her husband came back with the children.

Chen Ying didn't want to stay too late, so she agreed to come back tomorrow and then go home.

The two houses were separated by only a wall. Chen Yun watched her walk to the next door. When she turned to go into the house, she met Song Fenglin's gaze. Somehow she read his resentment and took his hand: "Let's go home too."

Song Fenglin was so easy to coax.

He thought that being forgotten for a short time didn't matter, he had a future that was much bigger than those few hours.

It seemed as if he had won against someone, and he even walked with a bit of wind.