Overwinter

Accompanying Wen Yan to finish the porridge, Song Zhuangtong didn't stay long, and after leaving, he sent him another message, saying to take the medicine on time.

This person cared about others and couldn't help using an orderly tone. Fortunately, Wen Yan had a good temper, and after getting along for a long time, he became familiar with Song Zhuangtong's character—a typical tough-mouthed and soft-hearted, so he obediently said hello.

The days after school start are like printing out the itinerary in advance, every day at school and at home.

Song Zhuangtong recently found a psychiatrist for Song Jing, and when he took him to see the psychiatrist, he was so annoyed by Song Jing's fierce resistance, he couldn't hold back, and hit Song Jing's ass a few times.

This was the first time he hit Song Jing with his hands.

It is easy for Wen Yan to notice that something is wrong with the students in class. Although Song Jing does not attend the class most of the days, he has never fought with his classmates like these two days, or frantically scratched the table with a ruler, making harsh noises.

After Wen Yan reminded him twice, his face turned a little cold, and he walked to Song Jing's desk and knocked on his desk.

"Song Jing, stop playing with the ruler."

Song Jing looked up at Wen Yan, his hostile gaze made Wen Yan feel a little strange.

"Put away the ruler first."

Song Jing and him looked at each other in silence for a while, but still put the ruler back into the drawer.

Wen Yan felt something was wrong, so he sent Song Zhuangtong a wechat message after class to inquire about the situation, and only then did he know that the father and son had a conflict.

For Song Jing, Song Zhuangtong is the person he trusts the most, and it is difficult to rely on other people's enlightenment to relieve the emotional stimulation from Song Zhuangtong.

"He's a child, don't worry too much about him." Wen Yan enlightened softly.

Song Zhuangtong squeezed the space between his eyebrows and said, "I spent a lot of time and thought to invite the psychiatrist. During the two-hour appointment, he lost his temper with me for more than an hour."

There were several mottled tooth marks on the hand covering the eyebrows, Song Zhuangtong's anger was still in his heart, and his tone was naturally not much better.

"It's really annoying."

Wen Yan listened to the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, and said, "He's in a worse condition today, shouldn't he be too anxious?"

"I've slowed down very much. It's because he has been hiding in his comfort zone and refused to make changes." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan sighed softly and said, "Why don't you let him stay with me for two days, and you can rest too."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he said, "That's my trouble."

After school, Wen Yan took Song Jing home with him. Song Jing had already trusted him. When he led him to the door, Wen Yan put the key back in his pocket and turned to look at the poor Song Jing. .

"Stop standing at the door, go in."

Song Jing looked up at him, and walked slowly into Wen Yan's house.

Song Jing was much better than before. He was often called downstairs by Lin Wang to play with him, but he never joined the boys' games. There were also reasons why everyone disliked him for not speaking and reacting slowly.Every time Song Jing just sat on the edge of the flower bed next to them and watched them play.

He was small, his dark eyes turned around following the figures of other children, and some uneasiness could be felt from the movement of him tightly pinching the hem of his school uniform.

"Go take a shower first." Wen Yan took off his schoolbag, "Can I take a shower by myself?"

With the weight off his shoulders, Song Jing's tense expression relaxed a little.

"Why did you carry all the books on your back?" Wen Yan weighed the weight of Song Jing's schoolbag, and after noticing something was wrong, he opened it to see that Song Jing's schoolbag was stuffed to the brim, with all the books in it.

Song Jing didn't seem to realize what Wen Yan's words meant, and looked up at him with some doubts.

"Okay, you go take a shower first."

As he said that, Wen Yan took out all the books in his schoolbag, and according to the class schedule in the photo album, prepared the books needed for tomorrow's class and put them in the schoolbag.

Song Jing had a small appetite, so Wen Yan simply cooked three dishes, and asked him to eat together, then stay with him on the coffee table and finish his homework.

I haven't finished the daytime classwork today, so Wen Yan took it home to continue reading.

Song Jing sat on a small stool and buried himself in his homework on the tea table.

Suddenly, Wen Yan's phone vibrated twice, it was Song Zhuangtong's WeChat, asking him how he was doing.

Wen Yan played him a photo of Zhang Songjing concentrating on his homework.

Song Zhuangtong asked him if he had eaten, and Wen Yan asked him back.

Song Zhuangtong was on his way to the KTV with everyone. He was very tired after drinking a lot of wine. He was reprimanded for throwing away a card to pay the bill, and was dragged to sing again.

Song Zhuangtong said: It is estimated that I will not be able to go back in the early morning.

Wen Yan replied to him: It's okay, you have fun, Song Jing is very good when he stays with me.

A news point popped up in the upper left corner, and Wen Yan clicked to go out to have a look. It was Changyu who added his WeChat to harass him regularly: What are you doing?

Wen Yan reposted the photos he had just sent to Song Zhuangtong.

Zhang Yu immediately sent a voice message: "Your mother's son has already been born?"

He yelled, very loudly.Wen Yan hurriedly turned down the volume of the phone, and returned with a sweat-wiping expression: Are you sick?Where did I get such a big son?

Zhang Yu sent another voice message, Wen Yan gained experience, and transferred the message to text: Maybe it's your concubine's child.

Wen Yan: ...

He covered his phone and leaned over to look at Song Jing's vocabulary book.

The ugly words made Mr. Wen frowned, and he poked Song Jing's shoulder with his finger: "Be serious."

Song Jing's body froze habitually, and he assumed a more serious posture.

Song Zhuangtong, who was called to sing here, slumped on the sofa boredly, his mind was not here at all, the group of children almost went crazy, and they were making a fuss in the box, and some children asked him to play games together, Song Zhuangtong posed Waving: "I'm getting old, I can't play with you guys."

After drinking two glasses of wine, Song Zhuangtong sighed deeply, got up and said to the people beside him: "I'll go first, to see my son."

The man also saw that he was not interested, Song Zhuangtong handed him a card: "You can help me buy the order later."

After he took it, he snapped his fingers: "Alright Brother Song."

"Brother Song is leaving now?" I was caught by a girl among the children playing games at the next table. She is a college classmate of his partner. I met him for the first time today. She has a very enthusiastic personality.

Song Zhuangtong nodded and said, "I still have something to do, you play."

"Brother Song is going home to take his son."

"Brother Song is a son's slave."

The girl was a little surprised: "Brother Song is married?"

"I don't have a wife." The partner deliberately pushed her arm, "Brother Song is single."

"Okay, I'm really leaving." Song Zhuangtong lowered his head and took a taxi. He went to trim his messy hair a few days ago. His neat and neat hair made him look quite elegant, tall and tall, under the dim light Here are his profound and divine facial features.

The person had just closed the door of the private room and left when they heard their discussion inside.

"Brother Song is so handsome."

"Damn, I want Brother Song's figure even in my dreams."

"Come on you."

When Song Zhuangtong arrived at Wen Yan's house, Song Jing had already been called by Wen Yan to sleep in the bed.Wen Yan just finished finishing his homework, and looked a little tired.

"Why do you look so tired? Song Jing quarreled with you?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "No, I'm watching my homework, I'm annoyed."

Song Zhuangtong snorted and laughed twice: "Teacher Wen calm down."

"Why are you still standing at the door, come in."

Song Zhuangtong said: "You have no place for me to sleep here."

Wen Yan paused and pointed to the sofa.

"It's too crowded."

Song Zhuangtong barely slept in his nest last time, and woke up several times in the middle of the night, with his feet stepping on the cold floor for no reason.

"If Song Jing wasn't here, my bed would still be enough for half of your sleep." Wen Yan yawned slowly, the yawn behind his eyes for a long time made his eyes a little red, Wen Yan scratched his hair and said.

Song Zhuangtong didn't follow him into the door, but just stared at him at the door: "Song Jing must not be crowded on the sofa."

Wen Yan glanced across at him with a smile.

"You're embarrassed too."

Song Zhuangtong shrugged innocently.

What's so embarrassing?