Chapter 7

It was a rare occasion for Dad Qi to get off work early after taking care of the kids, so Song Fenglin put his worries aside.

He glanced at the beautiful sunset and asked: "Do you want to eat out tonight?"

Chen Yun: "I have an appointment with Peilin, you should go home and be with the kids."

It was strange, because she and Zhou Peilin didn't meet so often in the past, because there were always so many trivial matters in life.

Song Fenglin sensed something was wrong: "Is there something wrong?"

Chen Yun: "Didn't I tell you? She and Yang Jingrong are talking about divorce." She

didn't mention even a word. Song Fenglin: "When did it happen?"

Chen Yun: "Just half a month."

It was a long period of time, but he knew nothing about it.

Song Fenglin was silent for two seconds: "Is she okay?"

Chen Yun: "I'm not in a very good mood. After all

, we have been together for so many years." It is at this moment that I need the company of my friends the most.

Song Fenglin: "Where is the meeting? I'll take you there."

Chen Yun felt it was a bit inappropriate: "We are so sweet, it's like salt in the wound."

Sweet? These four words are very good.

Song Fenglin's awkward thoughts disappeared instantly, and he said after thinking about it: "Then I'll take you halfway."

Chen Yun stretched out her hand and pointed: "It's that Wang Jie Sichuan Hotpot."

It was only about 300 meters away, so it seemed unnecessary to take her there specially.

Song Fenglin: "Then I'm going home."

Chen Yun instructed: "After dinner, help Yangyang with the puzzle, and let Xingxing finish his homework."

She added: "Buy them some French fries on the way."

Apart from sending the children to school in the morning, Song Fenglin usually relies on these good-cop tactics allowed by his wife to win people's hearts.

He nodded: "What time will you be back?"

Although he is tall and strong, his question sounded pitiful and abandoned.

Chen Yun: "Nine o'clock, you put them to sleep, I'll bring you milk tea."

That's not too late, Song Fenglin: "Okay."

Just leave, does anyone have to say "get out"?

Chen Yun waved first: "Bye."

Song Fenglin watched her cross the road and walk home in the opposite direction.

He placed the order on his mobile phone and picked up the McDonald's at the entrance of the community.

While holding the paper bag and waiting for the elevator, Chen Xinyang rushed over like a cannonball: "Dad~"

Fortunately, Song Fenglin was tall and strong, otherwise his son would have been knocked three miles away.

He hugged him and asked: "Where did you go to play?"

Chen Xinyang: "Grandpa took me to the slide!"

The voice was really loud, and Song Fenglin's head shook.

He said, "Dad, are you off work today?"

Chen Yongzhong never had a punctual time for going to and from work.

He didn't catch up with his grandson and came late: "The electric bike is broken."

Song Fenglin: "Can it be repaired?"

Chen Yongzhong: "Yes."

In fact, Song Fenglin was not very supportive of his father-in-law delivering food at first.

He felt that it was too dangerous to rush around on the road all day, but he couldn't resist the elders who wanted to do so.

In this case, he shouldn't always play the devil's advocate. He should occasionally ask a few more questions to show his concern.

The father-in-law and son-in-law walked into the elevator while talking. Chen Xinyang fluttered in his father's arms and pressed the floor button.

Three generations of men returned home together. Liu Yingxia poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Feng Lin is back."

After saying hello, she began to rummage through the refrigerator and cooked a few new dishes.

Song Fenglin: "Mom, it doesn't matter what I eat."

That wouldn't work. Liu Yingxia: "I'm quick, it will be ready in a minute."

Song Fenglin knew he couldn't persuade her, and he wanted to go into the kitchen to help but was chased out. He had no choice but to take the fruit to warm his daughter.

Chen Xingyue was doing her homework, counting on her fingers. When she saw her father come in, she complained in grievance, "I can't even do it!"

Children nowadays have to know a lot about astronomy and geography before they even enter compulsory education.

Song Fenglin thought about how he was still like a fool when he was this old. He touched his daughter's head and gave her a piece of apple: "It's okay, Dad will take a look with you."

Chen Xingyue started to daydream while biting the apple, her thoughts drifting away.

Seeing her confused look, Song Fenglin knocked on the table and said, "Xingxing, are you listening?"

Chen Xingyue nodded obediently, "I am."

She was reacting subconsciously, but everyone knew how much she had listened.

Song Fenglin didn't curse, but said in a good-tempered manner: "Then I'll tell it again."

Halfway through his speech, Chen Xinyang came in to make trouble.

He moved his sister's pen, threw her eraser, and wished he could create a hundred or eighty clones.

Chen Xingyue didn't tolerate him and patted her brother's hand: "Don't move!"

Chen Xinyang put his hands behind his back and tears fell like a flood.

The thunder is small, but the raindrops are big.

Song Fenglin let his son sit on his lap and said, "Xingxing, continue with the third question..."

After he finished reading the question, he wiped his son's tears and said, "Sister is doing homework. You have to wait before she can play with you."

Chen Xinyang felt very aggrieved: "Sister hit me!"

Yes, he saw it all.

Song Fenglin: "Were you the one who threw things at her first?"

Chen Xinyang pursed her lips and nodded. Perhaps she still felt that it was unfair and continued to complain: "She hit me!"

Song Fenglin continued to coax her over and over again until Chen Xingyue finished her homework.

She solved a big problem and was in a very good mood. She gave her brother an eraser and said, "This is for you. Don't cry." She

then gently wiped his tears. The two siblings immediately started playing together and ran back and forth from the living room to the study.

Liu Yingxia was just about to order dinner when she sighed, "Fortunately, we did sound insulation during the renovation, otherwise people downstairs would complain every day."

Chen Yongzhong immediately interrupted as he brought the dishes, "That's not what you said when you wanted to do it."

Liu Yingxia rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm just worried about the money. Besides, it's a good house, but it's shorter both above and below. How depressing."

Short? Song Fenglin actually didn't feel anything about it.

He looked up at the ceiling and then looked back, remembering something: "Did the tenant next door change?"

Liu Yingxia: "This time it's not a tenant, it's a buyer."

Her eyes lit up and she said: "It's two hundred more than when we bought it."

Song Fenglin usually paid more attention to the advertisements at the door when he passed by a real estate agency. He said in surprise: "I saw a four-bedroom apartment with the same layout as ours the other day, and it was still selling for fifteen thousand."

The same price they paid for it three years ago.

Liu Yingxia's time chatting with neighbors in the community was not in vain, as she knew all the information about the area: "The houses below the 10th floor are priced this way, and the lighting is not good."

They live on the 22nd floor, and there is only one family above them, so of course it's different.

Song Fenglin couldn't enjoy a few hours of daylight at home, so he didn't care about it.

But he immediately reacted: "Is it okay for you to live with my dad?"

Liu Yingxia: "Although our side is also on the 7th floor, the side units are ventilated and bright."

Now that he knows it's good, Chen Yongzhong interrupted: "Weren't you the one who stubbornly refused to buy Wanjiang Mansion?"

He was thinking about the old and dilapidated house next door.

She would say to others, Liu Yingxia: "If you hadn't insisted on building a house in Xin Yao, would I not want to live in a big house?"

She only had so much money, and it was only thanks to the children's support that she could have both ends of the sweet sugar cane.

The house in his hometown is the homeland where fallen leaves return to their roots. Chen Yongzhong didn’t feel this way when he was young, but he developed an obsession with it when halfway through his life.

He said confidently: "I built a bigger one for you."

No matter how much the water and soil of a foreign land have changed you, you are still a native of your hometown.

Liu Yingxia was no exception. When she couldn't argue with him, she changed her mindset: "You said you were going to build it the year we got married. How dare you say that?"

Chen Yongzhong talked about the old days: "If you have built a house, how can you buy one in the city? If your child had to go to school in the village, he would have died long ago."

The couple planned for their children all their lives and only lived their own lives when they were old.

That's not certain. Liu Yingxia: "Zizai has been smart since he was young. He always ranks first in exams. It's a natural talent."

Chen Zhongyong: "Then I should have half of the medal of honor."

What does "half" mean? Liu Yingxia would at most agree that he could get one-third.

As the old couple spoke, their voices became louder and louder, and at first it sounded like they were about to have an argument.

It turns out that Song Fenglin was deeply traumatized by this kind of scene. In his memory, it was like this before his parents divorced.

Therefore, when he first got married, he avoided sitting down to have dinner with his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Even if he sat down, he would fidget and look around.

However, ten years later, he could already taste the subtle difference, and pretended not to hear the noise around him, and opened another packet of ketchup for his daughter.

Chen Xingyue’s hobby is eating ketchup with French fries, and she has to lick any ketchup that accidentally drops on the back of her hand.

Song Fenglin is not a germaphobe, and he would faint if he saw it.

He sighed inaudibly: "Xingxing, we are little girls, can we be a little more particular?"

Chen Xingyue argued: "My hands are clean."

Although she said so, it was still a little unsightly.

Song Fenglin: "Can't we know this outside?"

Chen Xingyue nodded and licked her index finger.

No one could figure out whether she was going against the adults or it was unintentional. Song Fenglin faced challenges head-on throughout her life and played bad cards beautifully, but she learned to evade when it came to teaching children.

There's nothing we can do about it. He's the good guy and has no deterrent power at all.

Chen Xingyue also knew how to pick on the weak, so she acted coquettishly with her father after dinner, "Can I buy you new stickers?"

Song Fenglin could not resist for more than three seconds and made a request, "Now write another page of math, and I'll buy you ones if you get all the answers right."

Afraid that she would not agree, he said in a gentle voice, "I'll show it to mom when she comes back, then she'll know that you did a great job today and deserve a reward."

To his surprise, his daughter did not bargain at all and immediately sat up straight at the desk.

Song Fenglin took this opportunity to take his son to take a bath.

Chen Xinyang loves playing with water. After washing, he splashed most of his father’s clothes with water and laughed with joy.

Song Fenglin twisted the corner of his clothes and sent a message to his wife: [My parents are out for a walk. Xingxing is waiting for you to come back. Should you give her a bath or let her bathe herself? 】

Chen Yun:【I’m downstairs. 】

It was so early, Song Fenglin was surprised but had other thoughts, so he put pajamas on his son: "Are you very sleepy?"

Chen Xinyang had difficulty falling asleep, and when he was a baby, he could sleep longer than an owl.

He opened his eyes wide and said in a strong voice: "I'm not sleepy."

Song Fenglin ignored him, turned off the lights and patted his back: "Daddy thinks you are sleepy."

He said, let him say what he wants. Four-year-old Chen Xinyang twisted in bed: "Don't sleep." "

The night is long, this is just the beginning.