Chapter 70 Seventy Questions

The barbecue lasted until almost ten o'clock. Everyone helped to clean up the battlefield before going home, leaving the family of four to deal with the aftermath.

Chen Yun stacked the plastic chairs together and placed them in the corner of the living room. She glanced at the two children still playing and said, "Xingxing is taking a bath. Mom will get you clothes."

Chen Xingyue was not convinced: "Why doesn't your brother take a bath first?"

Chen Yun pulled her by the back of the collar: "Because your dad is still busy." Chen Xingyue shouted, "Grandpa! Where are you?"

Her cry was heartbreaking.

Chen Yongzhong was cleaning up the uneaten food in the kitchen, and came out waving his hands: "Your grandpa still has a few years to live."

"What do you want from me, Dabao?"

Chen Xingyue: "Can you give your brother a bath?"

Of course you can. Without saying anything, Chen Yongzhong grabbed his grandson's armpits with both hands and hugged him into the room in a flash.

Chen Xinyang thought it was very funny and laughed like a little duck.

Although things were going smoothly, Chen Yun still stretched out her finger helplessly and poked her daughter's face: "The adults have been arranged."

Chen Xingyue giggled and acted coquettishly: "Mom, can I not wash my hair today?"

Chen Yun took her upstairs and refused flatly: "No, you smell like barbecue now."

How great that would be, Chen Xingyue: "It smells good, I will definitely drool in my dreams tonight."

Chen Yun teased her: "It has already drooled."

Chen Xingyue believed it, touched her chin and found nothing, stamped her feet: "Mom, you are lying." Chen

Yun said seriously: "There really is, you wiped it off."

Chen Xingyue spread out her palms, and her five fingers moved flexibly, half believing and half doubting: "Really?"

She was too easy to fool at her age, and the next second she changed her tone to affirmative: "Really."

Chen Yun tried her best to hold back her laughter, pursed her lips and went into the master bedroom bathroom to adjust the temperature of the hot water, then remembered: "Your pajamas are in grandpa and grandma's room, right?"

Chen Xingyue nodded, She immediately called out, "Mom, I don't want to be alone upstairs."

Chen Yun: "Are you scared? Then I'll ask Dad to bring it up."

She sent a message to Song Fenglin, but after waiting for a while and seeing no reply, she simply shouted for help.

Song Fenglin was mopping the floor. He dragged the mop to a place close to the stairs and then he could hear clearly what was said. He responded loudly: "I'll bring it up after I finish mopping the floor!"

His voice was loud enough that Chen Yun had to howl "OK" along with him.

There was no sound after she said this. Chen Xingyue couldn't help feeling quiet and made a request: "Mom, I want to listen to music."

It is normal for children to be afraid of the dark and being alone. When Chen Yun was in junior high school, she strongly requested her mother to sleep with her after reading a tomb-robbing novel.

She attributed this to "a problem that will get better when you grow up" and said, "Okay, I'll put it on for you."

The atmosphere between mother and daughter was harmonious. After taking a bath, Chen Xingyue hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mom, I want to sleep with my grandparents tonight."

Chen Yun wanted to roll out a red carpet for her to walk over. She put on her pajamas that her father had just brought up and wiped her dripping hair: "Okay, blow dry first."

Chen Xingyue stood up obediently, and after blowing her hair, she skipped downstairs, passed by her father and said good night.

Song Fenglin: "Slow down, I just finished mopping the floor, be careful not to fall."

If he were obedient, he would not be a child anymore.

Chen Xingyue still walked majestically, and finally slid into her grandparents' room.

Song Fenglin wanted to say something to her, but he thought she was really cute, so he shook his head helplessly, turned off all the lights in the living room, and prepared to go to bed.

--Upstairs

, Chen Yun was sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, playing with her phone.

Song Fenglin pushed the door open and saw her sitting like this, and asked, "Why don't you sit on the chair?"

Chen Yun: "I'm looking at Xiaoqing's circle of friends."

The friend request she just approved.

Song Fenglin: “Have you all added me on WeChat?”

Chen Yun: “We’re going to go make dumplings together tomorrow.”

Married women each play an important role in weddings and funerals in rural areas. If one of them is missing, the relatives will notice it and keep an eye on her from the beginning to the end of the year.

Song Fenglin also has to do some moving work tomorrow, and said, "Did she tell you herself? Xiyang originally asked me to ask you to help take care of her a little."

Chen Yun shook her head: "I asked her first if she wanted to come."

In fact, she had a lot of messy thoughts all night, and felt that it was a bit uncomfortable to look up at people like this, so she patted the floor: "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Why did she look like she was interrogating someone? Song Fenglin wondered if his daughter had told him about drinking an extra glass of Coke in the evening.

But on second thought, he felt that he shouldn't let her put on such an expression, so he sat down facing her: "You say."

Chen Yun: "You..."

She hesitated, making people feel uneasy.

Song Fenglin quickly went over all the worst possibilities and couldn't help but say, "If you haven't thought about what to say, tell me the good and bad things first."

Chen Yun: "When I saw Xiaoqing, I thought of when we just got married. You are not good at dealing with relatives, will it be uncomfortable for you?"

She also asked this question when they just got married.

Song Fenglin always said "it's okay", but he didn't mean it, because he didn't want to be the one who ruined the Spring Festival. He also felt that there were still decades to go before they would spend together, and he would have to overcome it sooner or later.

But now, he was sincere: "It's okay."

Perhaps she already had the answer in her heart, Chen Yun's first reaction was: "I don't believe it."

Song Fenglin still laughed: "Really."

Chen Yun: "Don't I know your character?"

She felt even more uncomfortable after she said this, thinking that in fact she knew before that this might not be true, but going home for the New Year is a part of this original family, and it will not change with one more person.

Since there is no way to solve the problem, we have to sacrifice one of them.

Chen Yun always thought that the word "sacrifice" was unique to her.

Her expression grew darker and she bit her lower lip hard.

Song Fenglin couldn't bear to see her like this: "Everyone has to adapt to a new environment, not to mention you're with me."

Chen Yun reflected: "I always have so many parties."

Song Fenglin: "It shows you're popular."

Did he praise her? Chen Yun: "Just scold me."

Song Fenglin couldn't bring himself to scold her, but seeing her expression it was really hard for her to not say something, and he opened his mouth but couldn't do it.

Chen Yun simply stretched out her hand: "Or you can hit me."

Song Fenglin was so embarrassed that he sighed and said seriously: "Would you marry someone who prevents you from going back to your hometown for the New Year?"

Chen Yun shook her head decisively.

Going home for the New Year is a symbol for her and has gradually become a part of her life, not to mention how much it means to her parents.

Song Fenglin knew this all along: "I knew it when we got married. This is one of my strengths. Even though I knew what I would face, I still wanted to marry you. This is my choice, not your fault."

The relationship is voluntary, and he will bear the consequences himself.

Chen Yun muttered: "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. What's yours and mine?"

It made people feel uncomfortable.

Of course Song Fenglin liked to treat her as one, but he really thought that this matter was not her fault.

To be frank, even though he was already married at the time, he knew clearly which was more important, himself or his parents-in-law.

Even ten years later, Song Fenglin still had no confidence that he would be the more important one.

He also felt it was natural. After all, his parents-in-law were such good parents, and anyone would do their best to repay them.

But very occasionally, he would be greedy and hope to gain a little advantage, and then quickly ask himself and answer "impossible" in his mind.

His frustration subsided and he remained the same as usual: "Everything in this house is yours, including me."

Chen Yun was moved: "I promise, I will treat you better in the future."

For some reason, Song Fenglin thought of the TV dramas he watched with her, and always felt that this sentence seemed to have always been said by those unfaithful men.

But the next second he quickly shook off the three unlucky words and shook her hand: "Okay."

Chen Yun immediately regained her home court: "You mean you also think there is a lot of room for improvement for me? Are you usually dissatisfied with me?"

Song Fenglin was speechless and could only shout: "Chen Yun."

The ending tone was dragged out, and he didn't know what to do but was indulgent.

Chen Yun seemed to see a pink bubble slowly expanding. She rubbed her face to dispel the illusion: "I'm just kidding, silly."

She gestured with her fingers: "This year, I will help you realize three wishes."

Three wishes? It's like the Grimm's Fairy Tales I read when I was a child.

Song Fenglin thought that no matter what the three wishes were, his childhood wish of being saved by a fairy had been fulfilled, and he said, "Okay, I'll think about it."

Chen Yun also breathed a sigh of relief and stood up on the bed: "The conversation is over, I'm going to take a shower."