Overwinter

The root cause of Wen Yan's previous car accident would flare up faintly in cold weather, his knees hurt, and he couldn't lift his hands very well.He didn't sleep well all night, and he woke up the next morning to find himself a little hot.The homeroom teacher was going to watch the morning reading. Wen Yan barely got up, changed out of his sweaty pajamas and threw them into the washing machine, then changed into thick clothes, filled a pot of hot water, and pedaled to work.

If he doesn't eat breakfast, his stomach will hurt very much. After morning reading, Wen Yan went out to buy a porridge and came back. Fortunately, the class was prepared in advance. After breakfast, Wen Yan rested in the office for a while, and went to Class begins.

He is wearing a mask in class today. Children's immunity is no better than adults, and they are more likely to be infected and sick.Wen Yan used a mask to isolate the germs inside, and struggled to gather strength to write on the blackboard. After a row of chalk writing came down, Wen Yan found himself sweating profusely and breathless.

"Let's do self-study in the rest of the time. I'll write the exercise book for this lesson. I'll talk about it tomorrow." Wen Yan relieved himself, his breathing trembling. He sat on the podium, took two sips of hot water slowly, warm The hot steam made the corners of his eyes red, not to mention how weak he looked.

The first thing Song Jing did when he came home from school was to go back to his room to play with his own jigsaw puzzle. He had done it no less than a thousand times. It was a very simple jigsaw puzzle with a cat on it.Song Jing took the trouble to take apart the jigsaw puzzle and pressed it in piece by piece.

When Song Zhuangtong came home today, he brought Song Jing a small cake. He carried it into Song Jing's room. Seeing that the child was playing with a puzzle with his head down, Song Zhuangtong stared at him for a while, and then said, "Go wash ate the cake with one hand."

Song Jing raised his head, exchanged glances with Song Zhuangtong, then pressed the last piece of the puzzle in, then stared at Song Zhuangtong silently for about 3 minutes, got up and put the puzzle on the table, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and came out to eat cake.

"How was school today?" Song Zhuangtong sat on the bed, and Song Jing's small blue bed was still a bit cramped for him.

Even in front of Song Zhuangtong, Song Jing is not very talkative, especially when Song Zhuangtong asks such questions with a wide range of answers, Song Jing has to think for a long time before answering.Seeing the child stunned, Song Zhuangtong asked again: "Is there anything unhappy?"

Song Jing shook his head.

Song Zhuangtong: "What about the happy things?"

Song Jing shook his head again.

Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Jing's head. Even if his aunt had cooked a lot of extra dishes during this period, she still stared at him and ate a whole bowl of rice every meal.

The aunt outside called for dinner, and Song Jing had only eaten half of the cake. Song Zhuangtong took it and was about to lead him out for dinner, but Song Jingdun stayed where he was, as if hesitating about something, or he might have something to say.Song Zhuangtong turned to look at him, waiting for Song Jing to pinch his little finger until it turned white, and then stammered——

"Wen, Teacher Wen..."

Song Zhuangtong didn't answer, and waited for Song Jing to finish speaking.

"He, he, was, sick."

Song Zhuangtong frowned slightly, and he said in surprise: "You really care about your teacher Wen."

Song Jing seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his head, and said sullenly: "He, he is good."

Song Zhuangtong snorted twice: "It's rare to hear who you say is better."

After a while, he added slowly: "I think he's pretty good too."

Wen Yan lay at home for a while, and hadn't read his homework yet, and the news from the parents in the group was playing ding dong ding dong.Wen Yan remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and he would have a stomachache again at night if he didn't eat something. He struggled to get up, and put a thick coat on his body, as if his slender legs couldn't bear much weight.

Wen Yan ordered a takeaway, and nestled on the sofa to reply to the parents' questions in the group one by one. After a while, the news was almost answered, Wen Yan quit the group chat, and found that Song Zhuangtong had sent him a WeChat message, which was a voice message.

"Mr. Wen, I heard from Song Jing that you have a cold?"

Wen Yan sniffed, and replied in a hoarse voice: "It's much better, thank you for your concern."

He spoke in a breathless voice, with a soft accent, probably because of illness, and he bit the word thank you lightly and slowly, as if scratching Song Zhuangtong's heart twice. Song Zhuangtong listened to the voice again.

Before Song Jing went to school the next day, Song Zhuangtong stuffed him with a bag of cold medicine and said, "Here for you, Teacher Wen."

Song Jing stared at Song Zhuangtong for a while with big dark eyes, then nodded dully.

Wen Yan gets sick easily in winter, and he felt much more comfortable after sleeping, his small and round nose was scratched.Wen Yan stayed on the podium, and had just assigned them homework, asking them to study by themselves in the classroom.

Wen Yan corrected the homework that was handed in yesterday. Recently, the homework in the class has been done pretty well. After some parents have checked it, it is much easier for Wen Yan to check it again.

He corrected Song Jing's homework. The child's handwriting was very large, the strokes were very heavy, and there were many traces of eraser alterations on the notebook. The thin page seemed to have been ravaged by something, which caused Wen Yan to be speechless when he checked it. He had to slow down his movements, lest he accidentally puncture his homework.

This should be the homework that Mr. Song took him to write together.

The tall man he saw during the home visit that day came to Wen Yan's head again, leaning on the sofa and talking in a condescending manner, as if he could make everyone submit to him.

The red pen in Wen Yan's hand paused slightly.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in the blurry vision, carrying a plastic bag. Wen Yan looked intently, and it turned out to be Song Jing.

Song Jing looked at Wen Yan timidly, put the medicine on the podium, and then ran out without Wen Yan having time to call him.

medicine?Song Jing gave himself medicine?

Wen Yan was a little surprised. After all, Song Jing's inaccessibility in the past two months since he transferred to another school has always troubled him. As a class teacher, there are students with such special personalities in the class, so he can't help but give more thought.

Wen Yan's eyes fell on the medicine in the bag, and he couldn't help pursing his lips.

The corridor is the busiest during class time. Wen Yan is sitting in the classroom and needs to take care of the shoving incident. The next class is Chinese class, and he has to prepare for a new class. Wen Yan is flipping through the book in his hand when suddenly Two little girls rushed over from the left.

"Teacher Wen!"

Wen Yan looked over, with gentle eyes, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"This is for you." One of the little girls spread out her palm, on which lay a neatly folded five-pointed star and a post-it note.

Wen Yan bent his eyes and smiled, the little girls in his class like to give him little notes to write, little pictures to draw, little folded planes, little stars and so on.

The little girl leaned in front of Wen Yan, her chubby face was white and tender, and she spoke in a childish voice: "This is a doctor, he will give you an injection, and then you will get better soon!"

Wen Yan patted her head: "That's great, thank you."

The little girl was still a little embarrassed, and said coyly, "Mr. Wen, you need to get better soon."

"Okay~ I will." Wen Yan put the stars and post-it notes in the lesson plan and said, "Okay, go and play, class will start later."

The two of them jumped up and down excitedly holding hands.

Song Jing slipped into the classroom to drink water, but was caught by Wen Yan: "Song Jing, come here."

Song Jing's eyes froze for a moment, and he moved very slowly. After putting away the kettle, he slowly moved to the front of the podium.It's also strange that Song Zhuang Tong was born tall and burly, but Song Jing didn't inherit it at all. He looks very thin and thin, as if his skin covered his bones.

"Thank you for bringing the medicine to the teacher, but the teacher is already healed, so I can't take so much, can you put it back in your schoolbag and take it home after school?" Wen Yan said softly.

Song Jing needed to think for a while before he could answer. He stared blankly at Wen Yan, and nervously pinched his fingers. After a while, the class bell rang, and he managed to hold back a sentence: "Okay."

Wen Yan also realized that Song Jing was special. Whether he was talking to his classmates or answering the teacher's questions, he was always very slow and stuttered. Most of the time, he was immersed in his own world and was unwilling to join the group. Activities, after a long time, the teacher is not willing to ask him to answer questions.

Wen Yan wanted to reach out and rub Song Jing's head, but he shrank back in panic and avoided it. Wen Yan's hand froze in the air, and he smiled helplessly.

"Okay, then go back to your seat and get ready for class."