Chapter 10 Ten Memories

In Song Fenglin’s physical examination report, there were actually always problems with various indicators.

But he is generally healthy. Even when he sees a doctor, the doctor only gives him three suggestions: lose weight, eat regularly, and stay up late less.

But all three things went against his life, and Chen Yun had no choice.

Therefore, she was always worried at the slightest sign of trouble, with a frown on her face: "Dizziness or chest tightness?"

Song Fenglin made up the most insignificant answer: "Hand pain."

Chen Yun touched his wrist: "It's not swollen, so it shouldn't be tendonitis."

Song Fenglin: "It may be that you typed too hard." It

was more than just hard work, it seemed as if he had a grudge against the keyboard.

When Xingxing was just born, he worked overtime at home a lot. His parents were always worried that their son-in-law was in a bad mood, so they would rush to comfort their granddaughter as soon as she cried, and they didn't even dare to breathe when they walked in or out.

Chen Yun: "Is this keyboard still not easy to use?"

Song Fenglin is a person who has no pursuit of material things, unlike most boys who are interested in technological products.

The one he is using now is the one she bought for research on November 11 last year. He nodded and said, "It works." "

Working and working well are two different things." Chen Yun said, "I'll study it more and get you a better one on June 18."

Song Fenglin said, "They are all the same to me."

He is careless and even silk looks like linen.

Chen Yun squinted her eyes: "I didn't ask for your opinion."

When she got angry, Song Fenglin was a little happy: "Okay, you have the final say."

Chen Yun: "Then don't stand there, take a bowl and chopsticks."

The two of them ate the beef slices boiled in clear water with fresh chili peppers.

Song Fenglin sat quietly for a moment: "The first time we met, we had beef hotpot."

Ten years is not a long time, and there are some things Chen Yun really hasn't forgotten.

She said, "The one on Fuzhou Road. Later they moved to Beijing Road and we went there once."

Then the child was born, and everything revolved around the new life.

Song Fenglin: "Is it still open now?"

Chen Yun: "Song Jing and I went there once during the Chinese New Year."

Speaking of Zhang Song Jing, Song Fenglin: "Does she have a boyfriend recently?"

Chen Yun rolled her eyes: "He Tai asked you to ask, right? He takes himself too seriously. He wants to go to the United States to pursue his career and leaves without saying goodbye. When he returns to Ningjiang, he starts acting like he can't forget his old love."

Song Fenglin actually felt that it was not appropriate and coughed awkwardly: "It's mainly because I care about my old classmates."

Chen Yun raised his eyebrows: "Care about female classmates in front of your wife?"

Song Fenglin responded in time: "I care about He Tai."

He added: "You and Song Jing are so close that I forgot that she was also my college classmate."

Life is indeed unpredictable. Chen Yun: "It turns out that He Tai was my boss."

If it weren't for this relationship, they wouldn't have met.

There is a distorted memory. Song Fenglin: "I thought you were on the same level."

Chen Yun: "The job level is the same, but the actual work content is under his control. Otherwise, there would be no need to give him face by going on a blind date."

She had just graduated from college at that time and had no idea about marriage. It was completely a coincidence.

The word 'give face' sounded forced, Song Fenglin was bewildered: "But you looked very happy."

Ten years later, he still thought so. Chen Yun: "That was out of basic social etiquette. Actually, I thought you were a piece of wood."

Song Fenglin is indeed not good at speaking, which to some extent fits everyone's stereotype of programmers.

He opened his mouth slightly and then closed it, and said sullenly: "What about the second time we met?"

Chen Yun recalled: "We went to the game hall, right?"

She didn't fall in love at first sight with Song Fenglin when she was on a blind date. Instead, she felt that she had met Zhang Songjing brought by He Tai too late, and she went out only at her invitation.

Song Fenglin: "Yeah, catch the doll."

These three words turned on a switch. Chen Yun couldn't help laughing: "It's quite interesting to see you trying to defeat the machine with science."

It sounds interesting to put it nicely, but to be honest, it may make him sound like a fool.

Song Fenglin suddenly sighed: "Did you perform so badly?"

Not good or bad, Chen Yun: "It doesn't affect our marriage now."

The so-called final winner only looks at the ending.

But the beginning that Song Fenglin had savored over and over again now seemed to have taken on another meaning.

He said, "Then when did you start to like me?"

Is liking something that middle-aged couples discuss over breakfast? Chen Yun thought about it again and again: "It seems that there is no exact time, but you asked me out later, and I didn't mind it very much."

In that case, it probably means you like me.

There is a saying that goes, love comes from nowhere.

Song Fenglin felt that the pretentiousness made sense, and his heart was beating with joy: "Me neither."

Then so be it, it's not a big deal.

Besides, Chen Yun even felt a little embarrassed to talk about these words. She glanced at her watch and changed the subject: "Wake them up, Xingxing has piano lessons in the morning."

It is easy to wake up children on weekends, and Song Fenglin did it without any effort.

Chen Xingyue's enthusiasm for going out and playing was transformed into motivation for learning the piano. After breakfast, she was eager to leave without being urged.

Chen Yun was still filling her daughter's thermos with water: "You can't attend class now, why are you in such a hurry?"

Yes, Chen Xingyue turned around and introduced herself to her father: "Teacher Li is very busy, you must come on time."

Students will be charged for being late or leaving early.

His daughter’s piano lessons only started recently, and Song Fenglin really had no time to go. He asked, “Is the teacher fierce?”

Chen Xingyue’s expression was exaggerated: “Super fierce.”

Nonsense. Chen Yun gave the cup to her daughter: “Teacher Li is just more serious.”

Otherwise, who could calm down such a lively girl.

Chen Xingyue had not yet mastered many vocabulary words, and referred to all unkindness as "evil".

She avoided her mother, made faces, and held her father's hand: "Dad, take me there."

Those who didn't know would think that taking her there was a good job that everyone was vying for. Chen Yun looked at her son who also ran to his father and waved her hand: "Go away, I'll have some peace and quiet."

Song Fenglin thought that he shouldn't be as annoying as the children, so it was natural for him to remove himself from this "peace and quiet".

Holding a child in each hand, he first sent his daughter to the classroom at the entrance of the community, and then took his son to play on the slide downstairs.

A class lasts 45 minutes, which is enough time for Chen Yun to put on makeup and go out to meet up.

It was a rare occasion for her to wear a short skirt, and she felt a little awkward when she walked, and kept reaching out to pull the hem of her skirt.

Song Fenglin thought she was bitten by a mosquito, so he took out some mosquito repellent from his bag and asked, "Would you like to spray it?"

Chen Yun raised her wrist: "I have perfume."

Song Fenglin smelled a faint fragrance and was not sure: "Rose?"

Chen Yun suspected that rose was the only flower in his mind, and said: "Honeysuckle."

Knowing that he didn't understand, she added: "Another name for honeysuckle."

Song Fenglin was surprised: "Honeysuckle also repels mosquitoes?"

Why hadn't he heard of it.

Others were talking about this and he was talking about that. Chen Yun: "I'm just showing off the new perfume."

Song Fenglin's mind was still at the stage of "thinking she was bitten by a mosquito": "Is it this smell that attracts mosquitoes?"

Although mosquitoes are annoying, they wouldn't attract him as much as they did today.

Chen Yun: "It shouldn't be, I wasn't bitten."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Fenglin slapped her arm.

There was a crisp sound, and Chen Yun looked at him blankly: "If you fail to hit the mosquito, I will beat you."

Song Fenglin really didn't catch it, and spread out his palm: "Hit it."

The action of force is mutual, and Chen Yun is not that stupid.

She poked it with her fingernail, leaving a faint crescent shape: "Let's go."

Song Fenglin held his son's hand and followed her footsteps, asking: "What are we having for lunch?"

Chen Xinyang shouted loudly: "KFC!" No matter

how loudly he shouted, someone had to pay attention to him.

Chen Yun ignored his opinion, opened the favorites of the review software and handed it to him: "You choose one."

Song Fenglin took her mobile phone and looked at it. In order to show democracy, he picked up his son with one hand and shared the screen with him.

Chen Xinyang is still illiterate, and every time this happens he always has a lot of questions, asking "what is this" and "what is that" over and over, and twisting his body like a loach.

Fortunately, Song Fenglin is patient and has a good temper.

He cherishes the time spent with his family, swallows all minor flaws, and answers questions slowly and methodically.

Chen Yun looked back and felt again that she had made the right choice in choosing him. She took a deep breath and went to pick up her daughter.

Chen Xingyue walked out of the classroom, her eyes moving between Teacher Li and her mother, with her hands behind her back guiltily.

At first glance, you can tell that this class is not performing well.

But learning the piano is a boring thing. Chen Yun didn’t want to arouse her daughter’s disgust, so she only gave her a few symbolic words of education after being “criticized” by the teacher.

It is normal for children to be scolded when they make mistakes.

Song Fenglin looked a little displeased: "Why did the teacher say that the parents were so fierce?"

Chen Yun was busy last week and really didn't have time to practice piano with her child.

She knew she couldn't escape today: "Piano requires the joint efforts of parents and teachers. I am responsible if Xingxing doesn't play well."

Although this is true, Song Fenglin still frowned: "I will be the one who gets scolded in the future."

He is not free every day. Besides, Chen Yun said with a smile: "I hope your daughter will do well."

This is true. Song Fenglin bargained with his daughter and used three stickers to promise her to behave well next week.

Chen Xingyue looked confident of winning: "I want Snorlax."

Song Fenglin's childhood was filled with study and he had no impression of this remote Pokémon.

He searched curiously, but still couldn't remember the person's appearance in the cartoon.

Based on his understanding of the family rules, he thought that his daughter probably had no chance to see it on TV, so he asked, "How did you know that?"

Chen Xingyue: "It's on He Hanyu's schoolbag." "

Others have it, so she wants it too. "

Just a few stickers, Song Fenglin wouldn't go to the extent of comparing himself with others.

He chatted with the child: "Did He Hanyu get a new schoolbag?"

Chen Xingyue gestured as she spoke: "His old schoolbag was eaten by a mouse. The mouse was so big..."

The words became more and more exaggerated, and a story was derived about a mouse spirit fighting Ultraman.

With Chen Yun's limited imagination, it is really difficult to guess what will happen next.

Her expression became indescribable, and she finally chose to remain silent.

However, Song Fenglin was very willing to fulfill his daughter's childishness and nodded frequently.