Overwinter

He slowly got out of bed, found Song Zhuangtong sleeping soundly curled up on the sofa in the living room, found a corner next to him, squeezed in and continued to sleep.

Wen Yan didn't wake up until after ten o'clock. He swiped his phone for a while, and sat up frowning as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Song Jing?"

No one should.

Wen Yan stepped on his slippers and walked towards the living room, seeing Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing squeezed together in an awkward sleeping position, he was relieved.

Song Zhuangtong was wearing a vest on his upper body, his trousers and jacket fell on the ground in a mess, his exposed arm muscles were bulging, and his skin glowed beautifully. He had some stubble on his chin, and he was frowning tightly. fierce.

And Song Jing, who was squeezed into the corner of the sofa, slept soundly with his two hairs curled up.

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, he moved his big quilt out of the room, covered the father and son, and went to wash up.

After washing up, Wen Yan went downstairs to buy three breakfasts. When he entered the room, Song Zhuangtong was already awake, and he was pulling up one leg to put on his pants. When Wen Yan came in, his body froze suddenly, and his eyes followed Wen Yan's. The moment they met, he felt his lower body chill.

Hold……

Coincidentally, Song Zhuangtong was still wearing it facing the door. He was wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs, which were as heavy as Song Zhuangtong himself.Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, he pretended to look away naturally, and said, "Morning."

Song Zhuangtong quickly put his two long legs into his trousers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Morning."

In fact, he was not drunk last night, but his stomach hurt from drinking.

"Go wash up first, I bought breakfast, come and eat while it's hot."

Song Zhuangtong shook his sore shoulder and said, "Okay."

After they finished their breakfast, Song Jing rubbed his eyes and got up.

"I'll take him to wash up." Song Zhuangtong got up and said.

Wen Yan simply cleaned up the table, then folded the quilt on the sofa and put it in the cabinet.Song Jing came out after brushing his teeth and washing his face, and was called to have breakfast at the dining table.

"What are you going to do today?" Song Zhuangtong slowly put on the shirt and buttoned it one by one starting from the chest.

"There is no arrangement, let's clean up the house." Wen Yan looked around, "It's been a long time since I cleaned up."

"Shall I stay and help you?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan refused: "No need, there's not much room, just mess around with it."

Song Zhuangtong himself is not a person who can do housework. He looked around Wen Yan's small room and said, "It's the Chinese New Year, let my aunt come over and clean it up for you."

"Don't be so troublesome." Wen Yan said.

"No trouble, I still have something to trouble you." Song Zhuangtong put on his coat, and his broad shoulders propped up the coat, making him look tall and straight. He looked at Wen Yan and said, "I want to ask you if you are okay during the winter vacation , can you tutor Song Jing, the store is busy at the end of the year, and I don't have time to watch him do his homework."

"It's not much, he just needs to do a little homework every day. After a long time, he will lose patience. I'll pay you twice the salary." Song Zhuangtong really looked like he was talking about business, "It's fine at my house. You can come home."

"It's not difficult to teach him to do his homework, so there's no need for you to pay me."

Song Zhuangtong seemed to have expected that he would not ask for money, and said: "So asking Auntie to clean up for you, I won't accept such a petty favor?"

Wen Yan was so pissed that he didn't know how to answer, and if he was still thinking of declining, Song Zhuangtong said again: "If you are too lazy to take him to do homework, you can just put him in the corner of your house to play, don't worry about him."

"Anyway, no one checks the homework during the winter vacation, right, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Yan snorted and laughed: "Who said no inspection?"

Song Zhuangtong didn't believe it: "Really check?"

Wen Yan rolled his eyes with a smile.

"No check."

At the end of the year, the car dealership really had a lot of business. Song Zhuangtong often didn't close until seven or eight o'clock. When he went to pick up Song Jing in a disheveled suit, Wen Yan would prepare a meal for three and tell him to eat before leaving.

Dirty and unable to eat, Wen Yan would tell him to take a bath first, come and go, Song Zhuangtong also left a few clothes at Wen Yan's house, and the toiletries were also prepared.

Song Jing didn't like to do homework at all at first, but when Wen Yan asked him to do homework, he would often show off his teacher's airs. Song Jing didn't dare to resist, so he had to obediently pick up a pencil and do homework.Wen Yan found that it wasn't that he didn't know how to write, but that he didn't want to write. When he stood aside with a cold face, he would write slowly with a pen.He didn't ask how to write Wen Yan's questions, and started playing with his hands when he couldn't, picking dead skin, scratching nails and so on.Seeing Song Jing start to desert, Wen Yan knew that he had encountered a problem that he couldn't write.

Wen Yan refused to accept Song Zhuangtong's money, so Song Zhuangtong would bring everything to Wen Yan's house, such as wine, cigarettes, seafood, and fruits. Whenever a cooperating customer in the store brought something, Song Zhuangtong would take it all to Wen Yan's house. , but the cigarettes were stuffed and brought back.

As the end of the year approaches, the weather is getting colder.

"Brother Song, why are you free to take me here today?"

"I'm going to buy something." Song Zhuangtong sat lazily on the co-pilot with a cigarette in his mouth. He spent a lot of time at Wen Yan's house recently, and the frequency of smoking plummeted. He felt the feeling of nicotine filling his chest. When the car slid to a bright street, he said, "Okay, I'll just get here."

"What about the car?" asked the student next to him.

"Just find a parking space and stop." Song Zhuangtong said.

The temperature outside is extremely low, and the ice on the roadside has not yet melted. The day after the snow is the coldest time, and the students who are still wearing thin sweatpants in winter are shaking.

"Brother Song, what about me?"

Song Zhuangtong put out the cigarette beside the trash can, the cold wind made his hair fly wildly, his sharp eyebrows were somewhat covered, he frowned and looked at the students.

"Go and wait in the car, I won't freeze you to death."

When Song Zhuangtong came to Wen Yan's house with big bags and small bags, he saw Song Jing and Wen Yan sitting on the sofa watching a variety show together, each holding a cup of popcorn, Wen Yan couldn't stop laughing, Song Jing didn't know Do you understand? His expression is very serious.

The warm yellow light shone on the two of them on the sofa, and there was the humming sound of the air conditioner in the warm room. The scene full of life made Song Zhuangtong, who had just returned from the cold wind, feel warm in his heart.

The cold air slowly dissipated, Wen Yan turned to look at him when he heard the movement.

"Are you back? Have you eaten yet?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Song Zhuangtong said, "I brought some food back, have you eaten?"

"Why did you buy so many things?" Wen Yan leaned closer to Song Jing, leaving him a seat.

Song Zhuangtong took out the chestnuts and cakes, and said, "Go to the commercial street to send an apprentice, and buy them when you see them."

I even bought two scarves by the way.

Pure white woolen scarf, the fabric is soft and comfortable, but the little sheep at the tail of the scarf is indeed a bit childish.

"I bought it for you." He took out another blue one, "This one is for Song Jing."

The huge Ultraman icon above made Wen Yan raise his eyebrows. He handed the scarf to Song Jing and asked, "Aren't you going to buy it yourself?"

Song Zhuangtong hummed and said, "I don't like wearing it."

The girls chirped.

But he didn't dare to say it.

"Try it."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan, his brows were gentle, and he lowered his head and wrapped the white scarf around his neck twice.

"It's pretty." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan paused and said, "White gets dirty easily."

"It's not a child anymore."

Although Wen Yan's skin is fair, he can't bear such a bright whiteness. No gray is mixed in, even the fairest skin will be pressed to a bit dark, and this childish and cute style is not Wen Yan's orientation at all. .

The warm yellow light fell on him, as if covering him with an indelible softness.He took it off after trying it on, pulled Song Jing to his side, and surrounded his Ultraman.This design is quite unique. Ultraman's head comes out of the hole at the other end, and it just gets stuck on Song Jing's neck.

Song Kyung is deadpan and very comical.

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, and said, "He's pretty handsome, isn't he?"

Song Zhuangtong said: "...it's pretty cool."

"But children like this kind of thing." Father Song said very confidently.

In the next second, Song Jing stretched out his hand and pulled the Ultraman stuck in his chin, and yanked it away with a frown.

Song Zhuangtong: "..."

Song Zhuangtong, who was completely unaware of his aesthetic problems, was puzzled, why he hadn't seen the two of them wearing the scarves he gave them all winter, and it was hard to ask because of face.