Overwinter

The final exam came very quickly, and Wen Yan became more and more busy towards the end of the term. There were a lot of materials to be handed in, and there were still some teaching tasks that needed to be caught up.

For the students, it will be even more exciting at the end of the term, and all of them are looking forward to the holiday very much.

The weather is colder than before, and the snow is getting thicker and thicker. It is very unsafe for students to go to school. The Education Bureau arranges for all schools to take exams and holidays early.This is hard for the classes who are not ready for the exam, and Wen Yan's class is one of them.Keeping up with the schedule is a very troublesome thing. Some students have already struggled to learn. If they are catching up with the schedule, students with poor foundations will struggle even more.

A student's grades can affect a small part of the head teacher's performance salary. Wen Yan, excluding the rent money, actually got enough money for him to spend alone. He already has part of his own savings, so he doesn't care much about salary.The other teachers in the office rolled up at the end of the semester, and Wen Yan also became diligent and dedicated. After all, even if he didn't care about his salary, he was still responsible for the students' test scores.

The final exam of the lower grades only consisted of two subjects, language and mathematics, which were completed in one morning.Wen Yan organized the students in the class to wait in the classroom. Many parents who came into the school to pick up the students were already standing outside. It could be seen that the hearts of the students had already flown outside the classroom. Wen Yan would cut the long story short, After clarifying the homework arrangement for the winter vacation, school is over.

It happened to be lunch time, and the parents took their children home for dinner. After Wen Yan said goodbye to them one by one, he closed all the classroom lights and doors. When he left the classroom, he found Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing standing at the front door of the classroom waiting for him.

"Have you left yet?"

"Let's go eat together."

Song Zhuangtong is a tough person, and the appearance of holding a child in his hand is actually very inconsistent, especially Song Jing looks very thin, like a layer of bones wrapped in skin, and he looks very weak when he is being held by Song Zhuangtong.

Since the last fight, Song Jing has been very quiet in the class. Lin Wang often asks him to play with him after class. Song Jing doesn't like to talk. It just so happens that Lin Wang is a kid who likes to twitter. The two play naturally. To a piece to go.After one semester, Song Jing is obviously more popular than when he first came.

Wen Yan liked to touch his head very much.

"Then wait for me for a while, I'll go and pack up." Wen Yan went to the office to get things.After changing the table layout, Ms. Liu sat at the door. She glanced at the two people waiting outside, one big and one young, and asked, "Mr. Wen, are the parents of the students treating you to dinner?"

Wen Yan looked up and said, "It's my friend."

Compared with students' parents, the status of friends is more suitable for them to get along with.

Wen Yan also really regarded Song Zhuangtong as a friend. Besides Song Jing's affairs, they would also talk about some things in each other's lives. Wen Yan's broken bicycle was recycled by Song Zhuangtong's car dealership. Song Zhuangtong said Give him some advice after spring, choose a more cost-effective bicycle.

On days without a bicycle, Wen Yan basically took the bus to and from get off work. Later, when Song Zhuangtong sent Song Jing to school every day, he would go around to Wen Yan's house in advance and take him to school with him.

Wen Yan often felt sorry for Song Zhuangtong's kindness, and in return, Wen Yan often invited him to dinner, coming and going, and the two got to know each other a lot.

After exchanging pleasantries with Teacher Liu, Wen Yan walked out wrapped in a scarf. He said, "Let's eat near the school. I'll be back in the afternoon to read the papers."

"It depends on your own class?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

"I'm not allowed to read the papers of my grade in the final exam. I seem to be assigned to the sixth grade. They told me to read the composition." Thinking of this Wen Yan gave me a headache, "The composition is the ugliest."

After talking, they arrived at the parking lot. Song Zhuangtong pressed the car lock and said, "Anyway, the students don't know that you are the one who got the scores. What are you afraid of?"

"Students don't know, but teachers know. The scores of the final exam are quite important." Wen Yan said, "I want to take it easy, but the composition scores account for the majority, and the composition of the entire paper occupies a large section. I can't read it." It has had a huge impact on their performance.”

Song Zhuangtong made sure that the two people in the back seat were seated firmly before stepping on the gas pedal and going on the road.

"Being a teacher is also troublesome."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Can you not be troublesome? Especially when you are an elementary school teacher, it just looks easy."

"How long have you been a teacher?" Song Zhuangtong glanced at the person in the rearview mirror, the crimson scarf squeezed the flesh on his face, and his face was white and small, very beautiful.

Wen Yan said ambiguously: "It didn't take long, I didn't major in teacher training in university, so I was a monk halfway through."

"Then why do you want to be a teacher?"

Song Zhuangtong doesn't like children, very much.

He remembered that when he first brought Song Jing with him, Song Jing was still a little baby less than half a month old, and he slept every day except crying. Song Zhuangtong was annoyed when he was at home, and finally hugged little Song Jing patiently, the baby boy turned his mouth and started howling, Song Zhuangtong ran away immediately.

It's painful enough to have a baby, let alone a house full of them.

"After coming here by chance, their school was newly built and was recruiting teachers, so I came to apply."

Wen Yan is not a teacher in the establishment. He is a substitute teacher at school, but his work has always been very popular with the principal. The principal reminded him several times, saying that Wen Yan should take the entrance examination for the establishment, which will lead to better development and better benefits.

While talking, Song Zhuangtong drove to a community not far from the school, where there was a commercial street that was slightly developed due to the crowds gathering, and they walked from the parking lot to the shopping mall.

"What do you want to eat?" Song Zhuangtong asked Song Jing.

Song Jing was still in a daze, his eyes rolled around, looking at some unfamiliar places.

"What do you want to eat?" Song Zhuangtong asked Wen Yan again.

Wen Yan said, "I can do both."

Song Zhuangtong was not satisfied with the answer, he clicked his brows lightly, and scanned around the first floor of the mall.

"Let's eat Cantonese food."

Teacher Wen's taste is very bland, and Song Jing doesn't like spicy food too much, so Cantonese food is a good choice.

It was meal time, and there were quite a lot of people in the store. Song Zhuangtong asked for a small private room, and after leading the people in, Song Jing relaxed a lot. He took out a few building blocks that Lin Wang gave him from his pocket, and began to look after himself. play up.

Wen Yan loves soup, and Song Jing also loves soup. Song Zhuangtong scooped up a bowl for both of them.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Song Jing, who was concentrating on playing, and said, "In the past, Song Jing didn't dare to go out to eat, and would make trouble whenever he went out to eat, but now he is much better."

Wen Yan also took a look at Song Jing.

"He didn't dare to talk to me when he first came to our class."

Song Zhuangtong chuckled: "He never talked to the teacher before, and he never even wanted to talk to his grandfather."

Wen Yan was a little surprised, he subconsciously asked, "What about his mother?"

Song Zhuangtong paused, glanced at Song Jing to make sure he didn't hear it, and said in a low voice, "It's gone."

Wen Yan's eyes widened, and the movements of his hands slowed down.

"Feel sorry."

"fine."

Song Zhuangtong brought some dishes for Song Jing, and his tone was much tougher: "Song Jing, eat first."

Wen Yan quietly looked at Song Zhuangtong, and after getting along, I have to say that Song Zhuangtong is a very responsible father. In Song Jing's situation, it may be difficult to accept a stepmother. Song Zhuangtong has always been single, maybe because of Song Jing's situation.

He is really a good father.

Wen Yan repeated it in his heart.

Wen Yan bought it alone, and Song Zhuangtong didn't rob him. If he robbed him, he might not have the chance to be a driver for Teacher Wen next time.

Driver Song dutifully sent Wen Yan back to school.

"Call me when it's over, and I'll pick you up." Song Zhuangtong got out of the car and said to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan refused: "No, I can just ride my colleague's car back when the time comes, and I won't trouble you to pick it up."

Song Zhuangtong: "I'm going to the store later, by the way."

Wen Yan couldn't find a reason for the refusal, so he replied, "Well, we will distribute supplies today. It seems that there is fresh beef. I can't finish it all by myself. You can take some away when the time comes. The freshly fried ones are delicious. of."

"I don't know how to do it." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan: "I can't finish it by myself."

That's just right-

"When the time comes, go to Mr. Wen's house to grab a meal, and Song Jing and I will help you eat."