Overwinter

In the days after the new year, the temperature has risen a lot. The first and second grades are warm and the sun is very comfortable.Wen Yan stayed at home for so many days, and it was rare for him to go out. He went to the school to hold a teacher's meeting to prepare for the start of school.

Before the festival, Song Zhuangtong took Song Jing back to the small town early on the pretext of school starting. On the day of the festival, he called Wen Yan to have dinner with him.

There are also dumplings made by Wen Yannian on the table. Auntie fried them, poured some egg liquid, sprinkled some sesame seeds and chopped green onions, and it smelled delicious.

"This recipe is quite delicious, I will try it next time when I go home."

Song Zhuangtong took another two chopsticks for Wen Yan and said, "Eat more, you will lose weight after a year."

"For me, Chinese New Year is a long holiday, nothing special."

Song Zhuangtong asked him: "Didn't you go home during the Chinese New Year?"

"No." Wen Yan said, "The relationship with the family is very stiff, and I will be angry when I go back."

Song Zhuangtong's expression did not change: "Almost, nothing interesting."

"Do you have a bad relationship with your family?"

"It's not just bad." Song Zhuangtong said.

Since he was a child, he was not a role that made the family worry-free, and he didn't take it very seriously when he was studying. After graduating from high school and barely being admitted to college, he never followed the path arranged by his family. In addition to Song Jing's affairs—— —He insisted on keeping this child, and even put Song Jing directly under his own account, becoming a single father who was criticized by his relatives, and directly ruined all the blind dates arranged by his parents.

Counting down one by one, they are all deeds that will be beaten.

"You look like the type that parents would spoil you a lot, why don't you have a good relationship with your family?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan smiled in surprise: "Me?"

Then Song Zhuangtong really guessed wrong. If Wen Yan's mother was still alive, maybe he was really a pampered child, but his mother died too early, and he had a very unpleasant quarrel with his family because of his sexual orientation.Especially the stepmother, who picked on him everywhere, and couldn't get used to it anywhere.

But Wen Yan didn't reveal too much, he wasn't sure if Song Zhuangtong could accept his sexual orientation, it was a friendship that had been developed with great difficulty, Wen Yan didn't want to embarrass everyone.

"School will start in a few days, and a document was sent in the group, remember to prepare all the homework for Song Jing." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue.

"trouble."

Wen Yan glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Cooperate with the teacher's work."

"If it weren't for you as the class teacher, I would have quit the group." Song Zhuangtong lazily said, "Why do children nowadays have such troubles studying? We were thrown into school before, and we would grow up if we struggled by ourselves." Is it? You don’t need your parents if you don’t fight.”

Wen Yan said: "Now parents want to participate in the growth of their children."

Song's parent, who didn't really think about it, yawned, and he consciously followed Wen Yan to clean up the unfinished dishes on the table.After staying with Wen Yan for a long time, he also changed some bad habits of extravagance and waste, and was subtly taught to be a good boy who saves food.

"Let Song Jing eat at school this semester, it's too much trouble for me to come back at noon." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan nodded: "Okay, then you have to bring an agreement with you on the day of school, remember to print it yourself."

Song Zhuangtong smiled and pushed his cheek: "It's really fucking troublesome."

Compared with the parents, it is definitely the class teacher who feels more troublesome on the first day of school.Wen Yan got up early in the morning, went to the classroom to decorate the blackboard briefly, and waited in the classroom for the parents to bring their children to report.

In addition to repeating the same paragraph forty or fifty times, parents would ask their children how the class was going at any time.The front door of the classroom was always open, and the air conditioner didn't work because of the people coming in and out. Wen Yan's feet were freezing cold.Tired all day, he took a taxi home.

Register on Saturday, start school on Monday, and have a day off on Sunday.

Wen Yan slept until noon, and only after waking up drowsy did he realize that he had a cold.

Wen Yan got up helplessly and swallowed two pills. He caught a cold as soon as he was working. There was no doubt that he had a weak physique.

Although you can rest on Sunday, there are a lot of things during the beginning of school, and there are two new students in the class. Some matters need to be prepared as soon as possible to ensure that the class can go smoothly when the school starts.

Wen Yan wanted to go to school on a bicycle, but suddenly remembered that the bicycle was repaired by Song Zhuangtong once before, and then it broke down again. The old bicycle has finally retired. Not yet.

Just thinking about this, Song Zhuangtong's familiar car slid steadily in front of him, and after the window fell, he asked Wen Yan, "Why are you here?"

The nasal sound is very pronounced.

"Cold?" Song Zhuangtong pressed the car lock, "If you have a cold, you still have to go outside. What are you going to do?"

"I'll go to the school. I have transfer students' materials to hand in." Wen Yan's voice was weak and hoarse, "I have class tomorrow, and I haven't received my books yet."

Song Zhuangtong was wearing a black coat, and he looked oppressive. When he got out of the car, he strode over, grabbed his hand, locked the car with his backhand, and dragged him home.

"Don't worry about it for a while, have you taken the medicine yet?"

Song Zhuangtong's palm was very cold, and he stuck to Wen Yan's wrist, and he couldn't help but take him to the elevator.

"I've eaten." Wen Yan sniffed, "Why did you come here suddenly? Where's Song Jing?"

"At home, I'll stop by and have a look." Song Zhuangtong walked out of the elevator with him, "Give me the documents, and I'll send them to school for you."

Wen Yan was still dizzy at the moment, and after being pushed into the house, he looked at the person in front of him in bewilderment.

Song Zhuangtong took the materials in his hand and asked, "Where do you send them to the school?"

Wen Yan: "The Academic Affairs Office..."

Song Zhuangtong said: "Then you rest at home, I will come to you after delivering the materials."

He had a strong posture, and he didn't give Wen Yan any room to refuse. He quickly disappeared at the elevator door. Wen Yan rubbed his temples, and went back to the living room to lie down on the sofa.

When Song Zhuangtong came back, he brought a bag of medicine and a serving of pork belly porridge.

Wen Yan was drowsy on the sofa. Hearing the movement at the door, he immediately raised his head as if awakened.His eyes were wet and red, and he looked at himself defenselessly.

Song Zhuangtong paused as he changed his shoes.

"Are you still suffering?"

"A little bit." Wen Yan sniffed, he was in poor health, and every time he got a little sick or aches, he was quite disturbing.

Song Zhuangtong walked to the sofa with the medicine in hand, took out several boxes of medicine from the plastic bag, and said, "Take the medicine first."

"I've eaten." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong opened the box next to it and said, "Then drink the porridge while it's hot."

Wen Yan glanced at the label on the packing box, and asked, "Why did you take a detour to buy porridge?"

"By the way, drink it quickly."

Although the behavior is indescribably strong, it also reveals carefulness everywhere.

He sat on the sofa with Wen Yan's shoulders together.The side collapsed in an instant, and Wen Yan's shoulders uncontrollably tilted towards Song Zhuangtong. He still carried a dusty aura, as well as the familiar and steady smell of cologne and smoke.

Wen Yan subconsciously glanced at Song Zhuangtong's hand on his knee. The depression in the middle of the index finger looked very obvious. There should be a stronger smell of cigarettes on his hand, right?

"I found that you often get sick." Song Zhuangtong said.

It was inconvenient to drink porridge on the coffee table, so Wen Yan simply sat on the ground and took two mouthfuls of porridge with a spoon.

He didn't answer his own words.Song Zhuangtong leaned on the sofa, his gaze fell lazily on Wen Yan.

The curled up body looks very thin, the soft black hair is attached to the back of the neck obediently, and the skin there looks white and tender.

Song Zhuangtong gently rolled his Adam's apple, and asked again: "Is it delicious?"

Wen Yan nodded slowly.

"I don't have an appetite for lunch, but their porridge is delicious."

"Let me try it too." Song Zhuangtong suddenly said in a deep voice.

Before Wen Yan could turn his head, Song Zhuangtong had already leaned over to his side, reaching for the spoon in Wen Yan's hand with one hand, and his whole body was covered with Wen Yan.

He moved slowly, took a mouthful of porridge with a gentle spoon and drank it.

"It's okay." He commented lightly.

Wen Yan stared blankly, and said, "I'm still sick, and it will be contagious."

As if nothing had happened, Song Zhuangtong returned to the big guy sitting on the back of the sofa, and said, "I'm not as delicate and weak as you."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Wen Yan who was not far away from him. Wen Yan's arm was wrapped in a dark sweater, and it looked like it was not enough to hold.

The waist is also thin, and the arms are also thin.

Really delicate and weak.