Overwinter

Wen Yan made some dumplings before the Chinese New Year, and asked Song Zhuangtong to take most of them back. This person drove back to Beijing on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. According to Song Zhuangtong, he didn't have a good relationship with his family, and he didn't really want to go back for the New Year.

Wen Yan just really had a bad relationship with his family, so he stayed alone in the small county town for the new year.

The taste of the new year was already full as early as the new year. A whole row of commercial stores were closed, and the originally deserted neighborhood became lively in an instant, and the promotional activities of the supermarkets followed one after another.In the noisy and lively days, Wen Yan ushered in his fourth new year spent outside.

Wen Yan spent the New Year away from home for the first time in the hospital.At that time, the recovery period after the car accident was too long, Wen Yan had been raised in the hospital, and the other bed in the ward where he lived was occupied by a little boy.

On the night of the Chinese New Year, the little boy's mother brought him a whole three thermos buckets of New Year's Eve meals, and kept telling him what kind of food was made by his grandma and what kind of food was made by his mother. The little boy was still aggrieved and pitiful, and said he wanted to go home At home, the mother and son hugged and cried for a while. After realizing that they had disturbed Wen Yan in the same ward, the boy's mother brought over a dumpling. Wen Yan took it with a smile and said that he would eat it later.

When the people in the corridor were almost dispersed, Wen Yan walked to the blue chair in the corridor alone with a cane, and finished stuffing the dumplings given by the boy's mother while shedding tears.

Recalling some sad days will bring a physiological sore nose.Wen Yan looked at his mobile phone for a while before going to bed. He cooked a few dishes with a sense of ritual tonight, and he also cooked dumplings. Now he is full and feels very comfortable in the dry and warm bed. He yawned, arched against the pillow, and then fell asleep peacefully with his eyes closed.

The control of fireworks in the small county is not strict. When it was nearly twelve o'clock, there was crackling firecrackers outside. People's good wishes to drive away Nian beasts to welcome the new year woke Wen Yan from his sleep. He stared blankly. The light and shadow of the fireworks shaking on the curtains was distracted by the vibrating mobile phone next to the pillow.

Wen Yan picked up his phone and glanced at it. The teachers and parents of the school all swiped their blessings, and many parents of students sent him blessings. Wen Yan went back one by one. Suddenly, the WeChat chat screen was popped up one by one. Incoming voice calls are blocked.

It is Song Zhuangtong.

"Hey."

"Happy New Year, Mr. Wen."

Song Zhuangtong's place is quiet, and the noisy firecrackers are all from his side.

"Happy New Year."

Song Zhuangtong was standing on the balcony of the old house at this time, the bitter cold wind made him very awake, Wen Yan's still gentle and calm words hit Song Zhuangtong's heart lightly, and he had just touched his nose downstairs. And the anxious mood was slowly calmed down.

"Sleeping? I sent you a message and didn't reply to me."

"I fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while." Wen Yan said, "Are you watching the year?"

"No, I just can't sleep." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan sat up, pulled the slipped quilt into his arms, and said, "The fireworks are too loud here, it woke me up, it probably will take a while."

Song Zhuangtong hummed.

"It happens that I can't sleep, so you can chat with me." Song Zhuangtong said.

It would be a bit embarrassing if the call was deliberately classified as a chat.Wen Yan was silent for a while, seeing that Song Zhuangtong didn't intend to speak, so he asked him, "Is Song Jing asleep? Did you give him the New Year's money?"

"I wrapped it, and I took it back." Song Zhuangtong said, "You little brat doesn't know how to spend money."

"You big patriarch, who can't spend money?"

"I'll keep it to pay his tuition."

Wen Yan snorted and laughed, light and feathery, unable to grasp at once.

"Teacher Wen." Song Zhuangtong suddenly called him in a low voice.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Song Zhuangtong leaned against the wall with his mobile phone, his eyes were as dark as the night, after a long silence, he said: "Happy New Year."

Wen Yan said, "Happy New Year."

After hanging up Song Zhuangtong's call, Wen Yan put down his phone and was about to go to sleep, when he suddenly remembered the agreement he had made with Fa Xiao, to report to him about his current life on time, and it would be nice to send a message to chat with him during Chinese New Year today.

Thinking so, Wen Yan took out the old version of the mobile phone from a few years ago from the bottom drawer of the bedside table, and after plugging in the charging cable, the mobile phone slowed down for a long time before turning on.

Wen Yan connected to the wireless network and logged in to his previous WeChat account.

The overwhelming news came in, and the phone was stuck in an instant. He poked the stuck screen, wondering if he should get rid of this old phone.

Let the phone slow down for five or six minutes, Xiao Zhangyu sent more than a hundred WeChat messages, Wen Yan just flicked an emoticon, and his video call came over immediately.

Wen Yan frowned and hesitated for a while, then connected.

"Wen Yan, what's the matter with you? Have you lost contact for so long? Are you looking for death?" Chang Yu cursed as soon as the video was connected.It's just this mobile phone card, Zhang Yu's expression was distorted into funny pixels, Wen Yan smiled and comforted him: "For Chinese New Year, don't say inauspicious words."

"If it wasn't for the Chinese New Year, you wouldn't even remember that there was such a person as me, right?" Zhang Yu said in a strange way.

Wen Yan laughed, seeing the unfamiliar scene behind Zhang Yu, and asked, "Are you at home?"

"At school, I don't want to go home for the New Year this year. The old man at home is very annoying." Zhang Yu said, "Don't talk about me, talk about you. If you don't tell me your current phone number and address, I will really ask your father to check your location." Already."

Wen Yan's face changed a bit.

"No."

"So what if you tell me? I'm sure I won't betray you." Zhang Yu frowned, "I don't know about your recent life, and I worry about it all day long."

"As you can see now, I'm fine." Wen Yan said softly.

"What a fart, spending New Year's Eve outside like committing crimes alone." Zhang Yu scolded.

Wen Yan asked back: "Aren't you celebrating the New Year outside alone?"

Zhang Yu got annoyed when he asked him, and said, "Tsk, can we do the same? Hurry up and send me the address and your contact number, hurry up."

Wen Yan hasn't heard from him since he left. The Wen family searched for a while, but they didn't know what kind of things Mr. Wen had been instilled by his little wife. They gave up searching in just one month, and Wen Yan was determined to follow him. The bunch of them completely broke off the relationship.Zhang Yu had a lot of trouble with his family because he was going to university, and he couldn't find anyone to check Wen Yan's whereabouts. He didn't even have much money. It wasn't until Wen Yan lost contact with him for a year that he used his old WeChat ID to contact him. Make sure he's safe.

Wen Yan sighed and said, "Okay, I'll add you later."

"Forget the address, let me be quiet, and you can't come back from abroad, so it's useless to give you the address." Wen Yan said.

It was not easy for Ken to let go and give him the current contact information, and Zhang Yu didn't force him to continue asking.

"Are you getting thinner again? It feels like you're going to lose your appearance." Zhang Yu frowned and looked at the person on the screen. After not seeing him for so long, Wen Yan felt more and more thin and haggard.

"I gained a little weight during the Chinese New Year recently, and my stomach has grown flesh." Wen Yan said.

Zhang Yu frowned, and taught, "In addition to eating, you should also exercise more. Look at your slender arms and legs, how can you withstand the wind and rain?"

Mr. Wen was scolded honestly: "Okay, okay, what you said makes sense."

The two hadn't talked on the phone for a long time, and kept chatting about the recent situation. After confirming with Wen Yan many times that his physical condition and financial situation were good, Zhang Yu hung up the phone.

Wen Yan flipped through the WeChat of the old mobile phone for a while. There were too many messages, and it was difficult to move every time. He thought that after he added Changyu's WeChat later, he could throw away the old mobile phone directly. , After all, there are some worthless relationships in it.

Just like the New Year greeting that popped up in the next second.

Zhou Yuanbai: Yanyan, happy new year.

Wen Yan's face turned cold in almost a second, and the suffocating feeling that ached in his left ear after the car accident returned to his body.Wen Yan took a deep breath, clicked on Zhou Yuanbai's chat box, and blankly glanced at the more than a hundred WeChat messages he sent.

In the next second, he turned off the phone, and his burning eyes reflected on the pitch-black screen were trembling uncomfortably.