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Wen Yan received a call from Song Zhuangtong while on his lunch break.

"How is Song Jing?"

"Just called the doctor to come to the house for a look." Song Zhuangtong glanced at the sleeping person on the bed, "I'm asleep now."

"Don't you need to go to the hospital for a checkup?" Wen Yan's eyes fell on the students who were lying neatly and quietly in the classroom, "If you hit your head, you should pay attention."

Song Zhuangtong sighed. He sat on the sofa, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and said, "No way, Song Jing is too repulsed to go to the hospital."

"What's going on today?" Song Zhuangtong asked, "Did he push Song Jing on purpose?"

Wen Yan said: "After I got back to class, I asked a few classmates in the class. Lin Wang, the little boy who had a conflict with Song Jing, took the little frog that Song Jing had bought from his science class, and wanted to play with Song Jing in the corridor outside. , but Song Jing was unwilling, so he went to snatch the frog back, and a fight broke out between pushing and shoving."

Song Zhuangtong paused and said, "To be honest, Song Jing rarely initiates troubles."

"I haven't asked Lin Wang yet. He's very depressed. I'll find time to ask him later."

After speaking, Wen Yan was silent for a while.

Regarding student fights, the most difficult thing is always the parents' attitude. Seeing that Song Zhuangtong hadn't spoken, Wen Yan said, "I can call him out to ask him now, or you can ask Song Jing a little bit."

Wen Yan was actually quite frightened, Song Zhuangtong didn't look like the parent who would suffer in the children's conflicts, he had a strong personality, and today Song Jing not only bumped his head, but also received a lot of stimulation.

To deal with student conflicts, Wen Yan still wanted to deal with them among the students.There are quite a few parents who treat their children's fights unfairly, and Wen Yan can understand their desire to protect their children, after all, their children certainly cannot be wronged outside.

"How is your hand?" Song Zhuangtong asked abruptly.

Teacher Wen, who was still immersed in resolving conflicts, froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"I asked the doctor, and he said that there are a lot of bacteria in the mouth, and it's impossible not to disinfect and apply medicine." Song Zhuangtong said.

"I was just sterilized in the infirmary."

"When do you leave work?" Song Zhuangtong asked again.

In the conversation with Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan was always the one who was led by the nose, and he replied softly, "It's past four o'clock."

"Then I'll pick you up."

The tone didn't sound like a discussion, and Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The thumb was caught by the four fingers, and the knuckles made a sound. There was a long silence on the phone before Wen Yan said, "No need."

Song Zhuangtong seemed to realize that he had crossed the boundary between parents and teachers too much. He softened his tone and said, "I asked the doctor to bring you some medicine, and I will send it to you later."

"It really doesn't need to be so troublesome." Wen Yan added, "I still have to watch after school. The students and parents will be there. I'll call Lin Wang's parents later and talk about what happened today. "

Song Zhuangtong, who was rejected twice, frowned where Wen Yan couldn't see, and his impatient expression eased after taking a deep breath.

"Song Jing bit you. As a parent, it's right for you to give you some medicine." There was the sound of a lighter, and then he added slowly, "I didn't mean to trouble anyone. How should I deal with this?" As for the matter, I will listen to Teacher Wen."

Song Zhuangtong's tone of voice when he was unhappy was so easy to distinguish, Wen Yan had no choice but to respond: "Okay."

Before school was over, Song Zhuangtong came to school in the afternoon.

He was wearing the big black windbreaker he wore when he came to school in the morning, leaning against the car and waiting for someone, lowering his head and playing with the cigarette in his hand.

Wen Yan greeted the guard, and ran over in two or three steps.

"Mr. Song, why are you here so early?" Wen Yan asked.

"Come early, won't we be able to see those students' parents?" Song Zhuangtong made it difficult to get close to him with a cold face, Wen Yan subconsciously licked his dry lips, staring at his back on the passenger seat to get the medicine, heartbroken Hugs and jumps.

Song Zhuangtong handed him a plastic bag, pointed to the medicine inside, and said, "This is for disinfection. Apply this after disinfection. It's best to apply it after bathing."

Wen Yan pursed his lips lightly and said, "Thank you."

"Wen Yan." It's not Teacher Wen anymore, but the voice is still cold, "You don't have to be so defensive with me."

"Don't call me Mr. Song in the future, haven't you become a fan friend?" Song Zhuangtong said again.

Wen Yan clutched the medicine in his hand, and looked at Song Zhuangtong with a pair of dark eyes. His messy hair obscured his vision, making it difficult to see clearly.

After a while, he nodded.

"it is good."

"Song Jing's matter, I still have to say sorry to you." Song Zhuangtong squeezed the cigarette, only feeling that his throat was so itchy, and he wanted to smoke very much.

Wen Yan was a little surprised, and said, "It's not a big deal."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes slowly fell on his face.

"Actually, I considered asking Song Jing to find a tutor to study at home. He has never been able to adapt to the school environment."

Wen Yan frowned: "But you can't let him stay at home all your life, and only face you forever."

"There are too many things he can't control, which will cause a lot of trouble for others." When Song Zhuangtong said this, his face was very ugly, his face was tense, and the anger in his heart was frowning. revealed.

"No trouble." Wen Yan said, "I never thought Song Jing was troublesome."

Lin Wang's mother came to pick Lin Wang up today.

"Lin Wang, stay here for a while." Wen Yan reminded him aloud.

Lin Wang looked up at Wen Yan, then at his mother, and walked obediently to his side.

After the students were almost gone, Wen Yan told Lin Wang's mother about the fight today.

"Hands caught like this?" Lin Wang's mother's tone was distressed, her brows were tightly frowned, "Where's the little boy who fought with him?"

Wen Yan said: "He smashed his head, and he was picked up by his parents in the morning."

Lin Wang's mother's expression changed, she frowned and said, "Is it serious?"

Wen Yan said truthfully: "It's a bit serious, but it wasn't Lin Wang's intentional harm. The child accidentally hit it while pushing and shoving. Lin Wang told me that he wanted to play with him at first, but he didn't make it clear The words caused the two people to fight.

"That child is a bit special, and he might not be able to tell what Lin Wang meant."

Lin Wang's mother was talking to Wen Yan, and Lin Wang kept grabbing the hem of the school uniform with his scratched hand, looking very sad.

On the second day of school, Lin Wang handed Wen Yan a green origami frog.

"I'll pay Song Jing a little frog." After he finished speaking, he bit his lower lip tightly and stuffed the little frog into Wen Yan's hand.

Wen Yan quickly realized: "Then you should hand it over to Song Jing yourself."

Lin Wang didn't speak this time.

Wen Yan squatted down, patted Lin Wang's head with one hand, and asked softly, "When Song Jing comes to school, can you give it to him personally?"

Lin Wang nodded.

Song Zhuangtong sent Song Jing to the door of the classroom. Song Jing still had a bandage on his forehead, tightly wrapping around Song Zhuangtong's neck.

"Song Jing, come down."

Song Zhuangtong squatted on the ground and put him down, while Song Jing still hugged his neck tightly and did not move.

Wen Yan waved to Lin Wang.

"Lin Wang, come here."

Lin Wang pursed his lips and glanced at Song Jing. He took out the little frog from the desk. He hesitated for a long time before walking in front of Wen Yan. He kept biting his lower lip with his teeth, and finally got close to it. In Wen Yan's ear, he said something to him.

Wen Yan's body was a little stiff, he pulled Lin Wang away, and moved his ear to him.

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Wen, I'm afraid."

Lin Wang said in a low voice.

Wen Yan patted his head and said, "Don't be afraid, do you want to be friends with Song Jing?"

Lin Wang nodded, glanced timidly at Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing, then walked up to Song Jing hesitantly, and handed him the little frog.

"Song Jing, I'm sorry."

Lin Wang's voice was so tense that he could cry, and his hand, which was scratched by Song Jing's scratches, was trembling slightly, holding the little frog.

Song Zhuangtong grabbed Song Jing's hand to pick up the little frog, and then whispered in Song Jing's ear, who had a dull expression, "Song Jing, you should apologize."

Song Jing subconsciously grabbed Song Zhuangtong's hand, and his nails sank into Song Zhuangtong's flesh. Song Zhuangtong pushed him as usual, but this time his voice sounded a bit commanding.

"Song Jing, apologize."

Song Jing's dark eyes trembled again and again. After a while, he got off Song Zhuangtong, took the little frog from Lin Wang's hand, and handed the little frog to Wen Yan's hand that was bitten by him.

"Give it to Teacher Wen."

He said.