Overwinter

In addition to raw beef, there are also some complete packages of snacks for the Spring Festival. Wen Yan finds it difficult to see so many things.

"I'm the only one in my house, and I can't finish it at all. You can take it back and give it to Song Jing."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at the supplies in the back seat.

"How do you think other people don't have as many as you?"

"A teacher in our office has diabetes and can't eat a lot of food, so he just gave it to me." Wen Yan explained, "I can't finish eating now."

"I fried the beef tonight, you can bring Song Jing to my house for dinner."

"Okay, let's go pick him up now." Saying that, Song Zhuangtong resolutely changed lanes and drove to his home.

When he arrived at Song Zhuang Tong's house, Wen Yan stuffed him with several bags of snacks: "You take them back and give them to Song Jing, they are all children's favorite snacks."

"Song Jing doesn't like snacks either." Song Zhuangtong said helplessly.

"There's no child who doesn't like snacks." Wen Yan turned his body sideways to reach for the things on the back seat, and the autumn clothes tucked into his trousers were pulled away, revealing a terribly white waist, Song Zhuangtong was generous and rascal He stared at it for a while, until Wen Yan took the things in his hand and stuffed them into his arms, "Next time he finishes his homework, if you reward him with snacks, he will be happy."

Wen Yan's class used this kind of reward mechanism, rewarding little red flowers according to their performance in class, and regularly feeding the children their favorite snacks.Obviously, their parents are willing to buy them for them when they get home, but what they get from the teacher's hand is different because of their own efforts, and they are all overjoyed.

Song Zhuangtong had no choice but to respond: "Good teacher Wen."

The house that Song Zhuangtong bought is expensive because of the wide front lawn outside the door. In winter, a thick layer of snow will accumulate on the front lawn, extending to the door of the house, leaving a trace.Song Jing followed Song Zhuangtong out of the house, looking for thick snow, jumped into a hole with one foot, and jumped over it.

When getting Song Jing into the back seat, Song Zhuangtong muttered: "As for being so happy?"

Song Jing was small, and was supported by Song Zhuangtong on the back seat with one hand. Like a clumsy bear, he rolled over on the back seat, then sat in the corner behind his favorite driver's seat, and began to look after himself. Playing with the misty mist on the windows.

"I have to go to the supermarket to buy some spices." Wen Yan looked at Song Zhuangtong, "Can Song Jing go to the supermarket?"

Song Zhuangtong thought about it for a while, and said, "It's fine, just let him sit in the shopping cart and keep an eye on him every step of the way."

But Song Zhuangtong has never taken Song Jing to the supermarket, and he has no reason to go to the supermarket. If there is anything missing at home, his aunt will make up for it, and if it is not enough, he can buy it online.Song Jing doesn't like places with too many strangers, and Song Zhuangtong also thinks the supermarket is crowded and noisy.

When he got indoors, Wen Yan took off his scarf.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at his fair neck and asked casually, "Do you like wearing scarves?"

"I'm used to wearing it. When I don't wear it, I always feel that my neck is leaking." Wen Yan said.

This man is white everywhere, on his cheeks, on his hands, on his neck, and on his waist.

Song Zhuangtong slowly rolled his Adam's apple, leaned over and carried Song Jing onto the cart.

"It feels like you are more afraid of the cold than a child." Song Zhuangtong said quietly.

Wen Yan bent his lips: "Because the body is not very good, the body is cold, and it is easy to get sick."

Song Zhuangtong recalled that Wen Yan had caught cold several times during the last semester alone. He clearly saw Wen Yan dressed tightly every time, and he didn't know why he caught cold so easily. It turned out to be due to his constitution.

"The seasoning area is here." Wen Yan pointed the way.

This supermarket is relatively small, because there are relatively few customers, and it is often facing bankruptcy, so the supermarket often has promotional activities.After choosing the seasoning, Wen Yan also picked some vegetables and fruits.

Song Zhuangtong watched Wen Yan choose the fruit with great interest. He looked very serious, and he could only hold half an apple with one hand, and he didn't know where he could tell the difference. into the cart.

"Anything else you want to eat?" Wen Yan turned to ask the two of them.

Song Jing clutched the armrest of the cart tightly with both hands, staring at Wen Yan.

"Anything else you want to eat?" Wen Yan leaned in front of him again and asked softly.

Song Jing shook his head and did not speak.

The cart was already full and heavy, and it was a bit difficult to push it. Wen Yan led them to the home area to buy a pair of cotton slippers, one large and one small.

"I don't have many slippers at home."

Song Zhuangtong pushed the car, looked at Wen Yan's back, pretended to ask casually: "Don't all your girlfriends come to play at home?"

Wen Yan paused and said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

"If you live alone, why don't you find one?" Song Zhuangtong asked again.

Wen Yan arrived at the cash register while talking, and while putting things on the counter, Wen Yan replied: "I have never planned to fall in love."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at his thin shoulders, and asked in a joking tone: "Mr. Wen is not young, is he? Why didn't you plan to find someone to live with?"

Wen Yan turned and glared at him angrily, and said, "I should be younger than you."

The implication is that you didn't find it, so why did you wake me up.

It was rare for Song Zhuangtong to see his little emotions, and he was a little happy.

"Then I have a son, and I have a son to accompany me even if I have no partner."

After Wen Yan paid the bill, he carried Song Jing off the cart, and then handed two heavy bags of fruit to Song Zhuangtong.

"Don't be silly, it's freezing outside, go home first."

Wen Yan rented a single-bedroom room. The house is actually quite big. It is a simple-decorated room that the buyer rented out just after the decoration was completed. A lot of furniture was purchased by Wen Yan himself. The complete balcony, kitchen, and bathroom are all enough for one person. people live.

After asking the Song family father and son to change into newly bought shoes and enter the door, Wen Yan put Song Jing on the sofa and said to Song Zhuangtong, "You play with him for a while, and I will cook."

Song Jing still had the little building blocks that Lin Wang gave him in his pocket, and he would dig them out and play with them when he was in a new environment.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at the living room. The living room is connected with the dining room. The sofa is not particularly big. There is a TV with a large screen. The color tone is warm yellow, which looks very homely.The kitchen is next to the dining room, and the bright white lights pass through the frosted glass, reflecting the busy figure inside.

"Play by yourself."

Song Jing didn't lift his head.

Song Zhuangtong pushed open the kitchen door, the steamed rice was steaming, and there were several bowls of cut vegetables on the table.Wen Yan wore a simple apron around his waist, and was cutting beef with a kitchen knife. He lowered his head, his neck stretched out a beautiful curve, and some restless hair got in from the collar.

"Is there anything I can help with?" After Song Zhuangtong approached, he waited until Wen Yan put down the kitchen knife in his hand before reaching out and gently hooking the hair around his neck with his index finger.

As expected, Wen Yan was taken aback, and turned his head to look at Song Zhuangtong sensitively: "Why did you come in? Where's Song Jing?"

Song Zhuangtong's face was normal, and he said: "He plays with himself and doesn't talk to me at all. I'm bored sitting around."

The rough touch of the fingertips was too obvious, Wen Yan rolled his Adam's apple, unable to ignore the hot skin on his neck.Song Zhuangtong was tall and squeezed into the small kitchen with him. When he looked down at him, Wen Yan realized that they were so close now, so close that his nose was full of his familiar smell.

"Go, go and peel the garlic." After Wen Yan finished speaking, he immediately looked away, picked up the kitchen knife, and continued to cut the beef.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at his reddened pinnae, looked back with some pleasure, and stood aside to complete the task assigned to him by Teacher Wen.

After the side dishes were prepared, the cooking was actually very fast. There was oily smoke while cooking. Wen Yan pushed the man out of the kitchen and asked him to prepare the dishes first, and then he quickly fried the three dishes and cooked them warm. Yan's best seaweed egg drop soup.

"Dinner is ready." Wen Yan called out.

Before Song Jing on the sofa moved, Song Zhuangtong got up to snatch the building blocks from his hand and said, "It's time to eat."

Wen Yan is often intimidated by Song Zhuangtong's way of getting along with Song Jing. It stands to reason that he should be more patient with such a sensitive child, but Song Zhuangtong gives him orders decisively every time.I don't know if it's because of the close relationship or something, Song Jing doesn't seem to reject such an attitude, even if Song Zhuangtong is a little stronger, he will come out of his world at a faster speed.