Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Expecting

Chen Yun’s ever-changing thoughts, in less than ten minutes, he symbolically knocked on the study door: "I almost forgot to have a meeting with you."

As expected of a "leader", the meeting notice came as soon as he said it.

Song Fenglin pressed the pause button of the online class again, and stood up to show his concern: "What's the matter?"

Chen Yun: "Xingxing will be a first-grade student at the start of the school. You should pay more attention to English and physical education."

Song Fenglin said in embarrassment: "I can help her practice more in physical education, but why don't you teach English?"

His English is standard test-oriented English. He didn't learn the pronunciation correctly during his enlightenment, and he corrected it repeatedly later. After all, his speech is full of dialect.

Chen Yun: "Alright, then you can study Chinese, math and physical education, and I'll study English and piano."

He added: "You have to review the initials and finals."

I learned it thirty years ago, and I have to learn it again thirty years later.

Song Fenglin occasionally feels puzzled: "Why do I still feel like I'm in school?"

Who says it's not? Chen Yun: "Parents have to come to clean the classroom and make blackboard newspapers."

Song Fenglin: "Then I'll sweep the floor and you'll make the blackboard newspaper."

He said this not to share the responsibilities equally, but to ensure that he would not be absent from his children's school activities and strive to let his children feel the common care of their parents.

Chen Yun didn't care who of the couple would do the job, but she just couldn't understand: "Why can't the child do it himself?"

She didn't have to measure her current life by the conditions of the past. After all, the changes in the past twenty years have been earth-shaking. But no matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense.

Song Fenglin thought so too and nodded in agreement: "I used to like spring cleaning very much."

As long as there were no classes, it was an unexpectedly relaxing time for the students.

Chen Yun became interested: "When I was in junior high school, we would pull weeds in the playground the day before school started in the summer vacation.

After that, our class teacher would treat us to popsicles at his own expense." Memories are something that makes it seem as if I can even remember the smell of the wind that blew that day.

Song Fenglin: "We sweep the snow. We have to go during the winter vacation. We usually just throw the snow away for fun after sweeping halfway."

The differences between the north and the south are really in many aspects.

Chen Yun exclaimed: "It must be fun."

Song Fenglin was ambiguous: "It's okay."

Chen Yun: "It seems like you don't like it very much."

Time can dilute many things, and only the bitterness will remain.

Song Fenglin stretched out his fingers and scratched his face: "I hated snow the most at that time, it was just too cold."

Cold is a difficult challenge for the poor.

He was wearing thin clothes and a worn cotton-padded jacket. His five exposed fingers were all covered with frostbite. It seemed that his throat would be frozen when he breathed. The little bit of happiness was just a temporary solution to his thirst.

Chen Yun understood the meaning behind this, or rather, with her life experience, she needed to be reminded to think of this, and she was silent for a moment.

Instead, Song Fenglin comforted her: "There are happy things too."

Chen Yun: "What are they?"

Song Fenglin: "Going on a picnic, carrying a pot and vegetables."

The picture Chen Yun imagined for the first half of the sentence should be curling smoke, small bridges and flowing water, and people's homes. The second half of the sentence only left the ruggedness and grandeur of the Loess Plateau.

She said, "No, why do I have to carry the pot?"

Song Fenglin asked back, "Don't you carry the pot when you have a picnic?"

Chen Yun: "For our picnic, we rent a barbecue grill next to the reservoir."

After all, the South is still developed. In comparison, I feel like I'm living in a primitive society.

Song Fenglin gestured: "A class has to bring two such big pots."

Chen Yun: "Bring them from home? Then what will your family use if you take them away?"

Her focus is really different. Song Fenglin: "Once a classmate really brought the only pot from his home. His whole family had no food to eat that day."

He was surprised after he finished speaking. He didn't expect that he could still remember such trivial matters after so many years.

Chen Yun slapped the desk and said, "I knew it. This situation would definitely happen."

Yes, yes, she was very accurate in her predictions.

Song Fenglin was helpless: "Be gentle too, your hand hurts."

Chen Yun was just thunder and thunder but no action, and didn't use much effort at all. Suddenly he was curious: "Have you ever gotten into trouble when you were in school?"

Song Fenglin was the type of student that teachers liked the most when he was in school. He was diligent, hardworking, abided by the rules, and respected authority. Even if he was notified to go to the playground to run at three o'clock in the morning, he would show up on time without hesitation.

When asked this, all he could remember was forgetting to do his homework and being late for school, which were not worth mentioning in the adult world. Just as he was about to shake his head, he suddenly showed some excitement: "I smoked secretly in school."

Chen Yun hated the smell of cigarettes, but that didn't stop her from being curious about the story: "You yourself?"

Song Fenglin: "With Zhensheng. He was heartbroken at that time, and he stole cigarettes from home every day, saying that he wanted to degenerate."

People who shout that they want to degenerate are most likely to fail to do so.

His childhood friend Zhang Zhensheng has always been a good student. After graduating with a doctorate, he taught at a 985 university and now holds the title of associate senior professional.

Chen Yun's gossipy heart became restless: "He has the ability to fall in love early, and now he complains every day that he can't find a partner."

Song Fenglin was speechless: "Premature love is also a part of his depravity, almost like playing house, so you can say he has never had a relationship."

Chen Yun narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows: "What about you?"

Song Fenglin said seriously: "I really haven't had a

relationship." Chen Yun: "Who asked you this? I mean, have you ever been depraved?"

Song Fenglin was surprised: "Isn't smoking depraved enough?"

Anything beyond this is written in the criminal law.

As expected of him, Chen Yun threatened: “You always say how nice it is that Xingxing is like me. She will skip classes and hang out in Internet cafes in the future. She will suffer the consequences when she fights with classmates.”

Song Fenglin countered: “Taking leave does not count as skipping classes. Internet cafes are strictly controlled now and she can’t turn on the computer. If there is a fight, someone must have bullied her first.”

However, he has no such experience and asked: “Is it because of puberty?”

Chen Yun: “I want others to think that I am not only good at studying, but also cool.”

The word “cool” summarizes all the second-year behaviors and is an adjective that Song Fenglin has never had.

Strangely enough, he had seen many of the bad students that his teachers talked about many years ago.

They hide behind the dormitory building all day long to smoke, walk on the road in groups of three or five after school, discuss where to go to settle things every day, just lie down and sleep in class, and hand in blank papers for exams. Most of them don't even finish compulsory education and just walk into society.

Some people say that this kind of downward freedom is not freedom, but inexplicably, Song Fenglin actually felt a little envious.

The emotion in his eyes was too obvious. Chen Yun noticed it keenly and asked, "Do you want to be cool too?"

Song Fenglin hesitated and shook his head: "At my age, it's hard to be cool."

What does this age mean? Chen Yun: "You are only 35, which is the best time of your life. You can do much more than in adolescence."

She also gave an example: "At least you can go to the Internet cafe and turn on the computer."

This is really a big advantage.

Song Fenglin pointed and said, "I have a computer at home, so I don't need to go to the Internet cafe anymore."

This is the misunderstanding of people who have never been to the Internet cafe to play games. Chen Yun patted his shoulder and said, "It's completely different."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, "I'll take you there next time!"

Song Fenglin felt that she seemed to want to go more, but if this was treated as a date, he would not mind going through fire and water.

He said, "Tomorrow?"

Chen Yun touched his forehead, which was no longer hot, and said cautiously, "The day after tomorrow."

Although it was the day after tomorrow, Song Fenglin had already begun to look forward to it in advance.

Just like the little fox in the story - you said come at four o'clock, and I started to be happy at three o'clock.