Chapter 84 Eighty-Four Tomorrow

Internet Cafe is a place with a magical power, which is that people have to eat some junk food when they sit down.

Less than 24 hours had passed since Chen Yun made her declaration of losing weight. She felt embarrassed to contradict herself so quickly and pretended to look at the menu: "I only had instant noodles before, but now there are so many options."

Even without her saying it, Song Fenglin could see her purpose and took the initiative to say: "I haven't eaten in an Internet cafe before."

This was exactly what Chen Yun wanted. "Then I'll order for you." She said

reluctantly: "You can give me what you can't finish."

In fact, she ate the first bite of the meal when it was served. After she finished eating, she remembered that she forgot to put it away, and her hand paused in mid-air.

Song Fenglin put a straw in a Coke and handed it to her mouth: "Are you choking?"

If someone takes care of you meticulously day after day, it is understandable that you always treat yourself like a queen.

Chen Yun went back on her word with a clear conscience and finished most of the food by herself, even complimenting herself: "The calories are too high and it won't hinder your weight loss."

Song Fenglin thanked her and was punched in the face.

There was still some oil on Chen Yun's claws, leaving a little mark on his clothes.

She said, "I'll wash it for you tonight."

Song Fenglin was not a very particular person. He thought that others would probably think it was just splashed with water, so he said, "It's okay. It's too big anyway. You won't wear it in the future."

Chen Yun had just eaten a full meal and couldn't bear to hear this, so she covered her ears and said, "Sure enough, other people's success is the most worrying."

When Song Fenglin heard these two words, it was as if someone had knocked on his forehead. He felt a bitter feeling in his heart, but he knew that she was just saying it casually and didn't mean to classify him as an irrelevant person.

Knowing only means that it can be understood intellectually, but it cannot prevent the emotional emptiness from becoming greater.

After a long time, Song Fenglin remembered the long-distance girlfriend of his college roommate.

Girls love to check on their boyfriends and call them several times a day. If they hear back a message a little late, they will make a series of calls, asking their boyfriends “Do you not love me anymore” because of the smallest change.

The roommates soon became tired of dealing with it, and the two broke up not long after. Several classmates who knew about the situation said, "I couldn't stand it anymore," but Song Fenglin was the only one who didn't think so and even tried to speak up for the girl.

Unfortunately, his own thoughts could not compete with those of the masses. Although he was not convinced, he knew one fact: most people would be suffocated by such emotional demands, and then struggle to break free from the rope around their necks and breathe the fresh air outside.

Song Fenglin didn't want to follow in that girl's footsteps, so he had to restrain himself and suppress all the irrational emotions in his heart.

But he didn't know what was normal in his standards, so he could only beat them all to death and pretend that nothing happened.

Chen Yun didn't know he could think so much, so she stood up and stretched her body: "Shall we go for a walk later?"

Song Fenglin said as a matter of course: "Okay."

Chen Yun felt that he was a little listless when speaking, so she did an action that she was most familiar with in the past few days and tested the temperature of his forehead: "No fever."

But she changed her mind: "Forget it, go back to bed early."

Song Fenglin didn't want to be a disruptor to her plan, and said: "Let's take a walk. I haven't exercised for several days."

He was really passionate about losing weight, and his determination and perseverance were admirable. Chen Yun gave him a thumbs up: "You are worthy of it."

She casually praised him, and Song Fenglin stood up again, as if it was a supreme gift.

His joys and sorrows were all controlled by her. He was not sad at all about this situation where his fate was not in his own hands. Instead, he enjoyed it.

Those tiny changes in emotions were like flowing air, and Chen Yun stretched out her hand as if she could capture something.

She blinked in confusion, probably not being able to figure out anything meaningful from her intuition, and simply sat down to watch TV again.

Not long after, a countdown prompt popped up on the screen.

Chen Yun couldn't help but sigh: "The only thing that hasn't changed is that every time I come here, I feel time flies so fast."

Song Fenglin: "Will you come again next time?"

Chen Yun smacked her lips: "The fried chicken steak is not bad."

Song Fenglin couldn't help laughing: "This is not a restaurant."

Black cat or white cat, they are all good cats.

As long as the food is good, it’s a restaurant.

Chen Yun said confidently: "I will take it as it is."

Song Fenglin thought it made a lot of sense. He nodded in agreement and picked up her bag: "Let's go."

The two walked out together and were struck by the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors.

The August wind carries the aftertaste of midsummer. After the sun sets, the heat is still spreading from the ground, and even the wind that blows does not carry a trace of kindness.

Chen Yun sighed and turned her head away: "Alternating between hot and cold, if you feel uncomfortable you must tell me."

Song Fenglin just had a minor illness, but she almost treated him like a porcelain doll.

The empty space in his heart was filled, and he said, "It's really okay now."

He would say it was okay even if the sky fell.

Chen Yun snorted and didn't look at him, just walked forward.

Song Fenglin followed and called her name softly.

The air was sticky, and the tail end of his words seemed to have a small hook, vaguely entangling people.

Chen Yun felt like she was about to be caught by him, but she still swung her arms, which were originally hanging naturally, slightly backwards, with only her little finger raised to let him hook it.

After a while I felt that the position was a bit uncomfortable, so I changed to holding his hand.

Song Fenglin naturally held her fingers and tried to find a topic: "Will I go to the store with you tomorrow?"

Chen Yun: "Okay."

She calculated something with her fingers and immediately changed the subject: "No, you have to go to Xingxing School to hand in textbooks tomorrow morning."

Song Fenglin: "I almost forgot."

The two were discussing their daughter's suitability for the start of school. When they passed by the square, they found that there were new decorations and stopped to look at the billboards.

Song Fenglin glanced from left to right: "Handmade space means selling those small handicrafts?"

Chen Yun looked at the time: "I think so. It's tomorrow night, do you want to come and have a look?"

Song Fenglin was not interested in any handicrafts at all. He had almost no artistic talent, and the field involving aesthetics was a different world to him.

But he knew that Chen Yun would definitely like it, so he said, "Then I'll pick you up from work tomorrow night. We'll eat outside and come over after dinner."

This time it was Chen Yun's turn to say yes. After nodding, he remembered to ask, "Do you have anything to do tomorrow afternoon?"

Song Fenglin: "Zhensheng said he would come to attend a meeting, so I'll go meet him."

Chen Yun: "It's rare for you to meet, why don't you have dinner together."

Song Fenglin: "Just sit for a while, he's in a hurry to go back."

This was too rushed, coming and going in a hurry.

Chen Yun: "I'm still so busy during the summer vacation."

Colleges and universities are ivory towers for students, but there is no pure land anywhere for workers and no one has an easy life.

Song Fenglin: "It's quite tiring."

Chen Yun agreed with him and took him for a stroll in the square for several laps before going home.

A house without children is so empty that even words echo.

Chen Yun hasn't felt the world so quiet for a long time, as if every minute and second of this ordinary leisure was stolen from somewhere, but she couldn't help thinking about the people who were connected to her by blood: "I feel annoyed when the children are around, but I miss them too much when they are not around."

It was almost a whole day in the world of two people, which made Song Fenglin a little addicted. He rarely said, "This is also good."

Chen Yun also felt that she had a good day, and she became particularly talkative when she was happy.

She talked about everything from her child's embarrassing childhood to the craziest classmate in the junior high school class, but the clock struck twelve and she stopped talking any further. She pulled the quilt over her and covered herself with it: "No more talking, good night."

Song Fenglin then found the opportunity to speak and asked: "Do you want some water?"

Chen Yun was indeed a little thirsty and waited for him to bring it as a matter of course, but she felt that she was being too bossy and said: "It's okay not to drink."

Song Fenglin: "You'd better drink a little, otherwise your throat will hurt tomorrow."

Chen Yun thought about it and sat cross-legged on the bed waiting for him.

She was so ungrateful that even she found the sound of her thank you so cheesy.

Song Fenglin really fell for this. He stood by the bed and touched her head with his empty hand: "You're welcome."

The lights in the room were not on. The light from the corridor was projected in and turned into his shadow, covering her from all sides.

Perhaps it was the posture that required looking up and the blurry face in the backlight that made Chen Yun's mind run through the plots of several novels she had read - the less serious parts.

Just thinking about it made her exclaim.

Song Fenglin: "What did you say?"

Chen Yun casually brushed it off, gave him the cup and lay down himself.

Song Fenglin didn't think much about it, he just thought it was so late and it was time to go to bed.