Overwinter

It was cold, but not too much rain, mixed with intangible snow.Wen Yan tightened the black scarf around his neck, his palms were wet to the touch, heat spread from his bloodless lips, and the glasses were already foggy, and this time it was even worse.Unable to see the road ahead clearly, he leaned against the side of the road, and the sparse raindrops did not fall on his body. Wen Yan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his glasses carefully.

After wiping the glasses, I feel that my steps are much lighter when I go on the road again.

Soon, he arrived at the gate of Song Jing's house. It was an open one-story single-story house surrounded by railings. In the yard, there were still plants that had been frozen to the point where there were few leaves left. It's quite warm.

Wen Yan wiped his glasses again, then rang the doorbell.

It was a man who opened the door. He was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater. He was tall and tall. His eyes looked extremely deep. The moment he opened the door, he felt a sense of oppression.

"H-Hello, is this Song Jing's family?"

The man spoke, his voice was very low: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

Wen Yan pursed his lips and said, "Hi, I'm Song Jing's class teacher. I'm here for a home visit today. I don't know if Song Jing told you."

The man was silent for a while, staring at Wen Yan's pale lips, chewed up the words into his throat, opened the iron door and stepped back, making way for Wen Yan.

Wen Yan raised his eyes and looked at him, thinking to himself that this is someone from Song Jing, who looks quite... quite fierce.

It felt a lot more comfortable once he entered the room in the cold, Wen Yan felt his limbs warmed up, he stopped beside the shoe rack trembling, and looked at the man who was following behind him in a bit of bewilderment.

After he closed the door, he stuck very close to Wen Yan, and his eyes fell coldly on the back of Wen Yan's snow-white neck. The exposed flesh, set off by the black scarf, was as white as snow, and it seemed to melt in a flash.

He said in a deep voice: "There are no extra cotton slippers at home, you can wear mine."

Wen Yan glanced at the oversized gray cotton shoes that the man had kicked off, and paused.

His voice came from behind: "You can go in with your own shoes, but I see that you are shivering from the cold, so change into slippers to make you feel more comfortable."

Wen Yan clenched his fingers: "Then what are you wearing?"

The man found a pair of sandals from the shoe cabinet and threw them on the ground: "I can wear these, come in."

When Wen Yan put his feet in those oversized slippers, he could still feel the residual warmth inside.The shoes were of a large size, and they staggered a bit when they walked in them. Just after the man poured the hot water, Wen Yan went to the sofa and was seated.

"Thank you." Wu warmed up his hands with hot water.

The room is bright, and you can see all the appearances of the man in front of you. His brows are handsome and resolute, and his sweater is supported by his bulging muscles. He is like a walking male hormone. Stubble.

"I'm Song Jing's father. My name is Song Zhuangtong. What's your name, teacher?"

Wen Yan said: "Hello, Mr. Song, my name is Wen Yan, and I am Song Jing's Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher."

Song Zhuangtong didn't bother to hide his scrutiny at all, staring at Wen Yan a little bit, and turned his head away in embarrassment.

"Song Jing is a new transfer this semester, and he got along well with his classmates, but today for some unknown reason, he suddenly got into a fight with a boy at the front desk, and he refused to say anything when he was asked. He's sullen and doesn't want to talk to me." Wen Yan bent his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and kind, and his smile was like a gurgling brook in spring, it was gentle when it came across his face, "I want to come to my house to get to know him better and get to know you."

Song Zhuangtong: "Yes, he is indeed quite introverted."

Wen Yan: "I seldom talk to my classmates at school. Children of this age like to be noisy, and sometimes they push and shove for no reason. Has Song Jing ever mentioned to you the fight at school since he came back? Did he say why he did it?"

Song Zhuangtong said in a deep voice: "No, he seems to be in a bad mood today, and locked himself in the room after eating."

Wen Yan paused, unconsciously pinched the hair falling from the side of the ear with his fingers, hooked it behind the ear, and missed Song Zhuangtong's deep gaze when he lowered his head, Wen Yan continued: "You can spend more time chatting with him Talk, I feel that Song Jing is quite defensive, and he may be willing to talk more with his family."

Song Zhuangtong leaned on the sofa, raised his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Wen Yan.

"Teacher Wen is very responsible. You are the first teacher to visit Song Jing's home."

The temperature in the room was comfortable, and Wen Yan was a little embarrassed to be stared at, his cheeks became flushed, and his lips also had some blood, stained with the water he just drank, his brows and eyes would soften when he bent his lips.He was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer Song Zhuangtong's words.

"Teacher Wen, why don't you add a WeChat account? Tell me on WeChat directly if Song Jing has anything to do at school." Song Zhuangtong sat up and was half a head taller than Wen Yan in an instant. He leaned over in front of Wen Yan , the strong muscles suddenly came very close, and Wen Yan's pupils dilated slightly in fright.

"Huh? Oh, ok ok."

When panicked, the mobile phone password can be entered incorrectly several times.

Song Jing still hid in the room and did not come out. Wen Yan didn't stay long, and left the Song family. Song Zhuangtong asked politely if he wanted to send him home, but Wen Yan politely refused.

Song Zhuangtong sent him out of the big iron gate, Wen Yan carried his heavy bag, and with the other hand tightened the scarf around his neck, holding down the hole where the cold wind kept getting in.Almost as soon as he went out, his rosy cheeks and lips turned white a lot. Song Zhuangtong frowned: "I'll see you off."

"No, no, I, I'll just take a taxi and go back later."

Song Zhuangtong stared closely at his pale and thin lips. Even though he was wearing a heavy padded jacket, he could still see Wen Yan's slender frame. He was like a porcelain doll, as if the wind would blow him and he would be crumbling: "No Please, let me see you off."

"Thank you. It's really unnecessary. Song Jing is still at home, so I won't bother you."

Being rejected for the third time, Song Zhuangtong lowered his eyes and squeezed out a hmm from his nose.

Wen Yan smiled again, bent his watery eyes, smiled, nodded to Song Zhuangtong, then turned to leave.

"Be careful." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan turned around and went back to him: "Okay, goodbye."

He was extremely thin, and his slender legs, wrapped in jeans, looked like they couldn't stand a hand.Song Zhuangtong took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it while puffing out white gas, then raised his eyes to look at Wen Yan's back, he had already walked away, Song Zhuangtong looked at his looming legs again.

I don't know if it's enough to hold in one hand.

The smoke was dense, and the scarlet fire in the darkness was reflected on Song Zhuangtong's chin, drawing a sharp outline. He smoked a whole cigarette outside before he extinguished the cigarette butt and entered the room.

Song Jing was drawing in the room, when he saw Song Zhuangtong coming in, he put down the brush and looked at the tall man.

"dad."

Song Zhuangtong had just put on the pair of cotton slippers, and the faint residual warmth inside made him a little hot. He sat on Song Jing's bed and said, "Your head teacher just came."

Song Jing turned his head away: "Yes."

"Why fight?"

Song Jing didn't speak.

Song Zhuangtong was not in a hurry to rush him, and sat on his bed, staring at Song Jing.

Song Zhuangtong has a fierce face, and when he stares straight at others, it is easy to feel oppressed. Just now Wen Yan was stared at several times by him, stuttering, unable to finish a few words.

Song Jing lowered his head and picked at his fingers. Song Zhuangtong continued to be patient. Sometimes when Song Jing asked, he could wait until the aunt's meal was completely cold.

After about twenty or ten minutes, he spoke in a low voice.

"He said I was a motherless bastard."

Song Zhuangtong frowned suddenly, opened his mouth and cursed: "I think he is a bastard raised by no mother."

The swear words that had been suppressed for a long time in front of Wen Yan popped out: "Fuck, did you hit him?"

Song Jing headed.

"Next time he dares to say such a thing, you will beat him back severely."

Song Jing was stunned, then nodded slowly.

Looking at Song Jingyuan's slippery head, Song Zhuangtong remembered that Wen Yan had just said softly that fighting was not good, and he added another sentence: "It's not that you are asked to fight every day at school. Next time he scolds you, you come here." Tell me, and I'll help you out."

Song Jing bit his lip, his lower lip was bloodless under the pressure of his teeth.

Song Zhuangtong said again: "I'll tell you Mr. Wen."

Song Jing: "..."

When Wen Yan received the WeChat message from Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan had just come out of the shower. He blew his hair twice, then picked up his phone, and replied seriously: "Mr. Song, I see. I will educate that guy when I go to school tomorrow. classmate."

Just as Wen Yan was about to put down his phone and continue drying his hair, he received another message from Song Zhuangtong, this time it was a voice message.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry to trouble you. You go to bed early, good night."

He bit the word "good night" so low and deep that Wen Yan immediately thought of the bulging muscles under the sweater. His heart beat twice, holding his phone, and replied good night.

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Today we have the first snow here, and I think it fits well with Chapter 1, so I thought about it and decided to open it~ I wish you all a happy winter~