Overwinter

Song Zhuangtong has now fully mastered the knack of sleeping on the sofa. He will put two low stools next to the dining table and stick them between the coffee table and the sofa to prevent one foot from stepping on the ground in the middle of the night.

Every morning, Wen Yan would make breakfast, and Song Zhuangtong would wake up while he was making breakfast.

No one mentioned last night's episode. After washing, he went to the dining table to have breakfast, and Song Jing dressed and washed by himself.After finishing their breakfast, the three of them lined up at the door to change their shoes and go to work and school.

"I'll pick you up at night." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan didn't move, and stood up after tying his shoelaces.

"Let's go."

Song Zhuangtong's gaze stayed on Wen Yan's ear for a while, and he said again: "I'll pick you up at night, let's go out to eat today."

Wen Yan glanced at him.

"Is today a special day?"

"No. If the parent came to you yesterday today, you should avoid it and don't confront him head-on."

While talking, the three of them had already stood in the elevator, Wen Yan asked in confusion, "Why? I'm not afraid of him."

"I know you're not afraid, it's just unnecessary." Song Zhuangtong said.

The consistent tone made Wen Yan a little unhappy.

"It is necessary, my student was beaten."

The principal told him the same thing in the office yesterday, saying that conflicts with parents are harmful and not beneficial, and it is best not to intervene, as the neighborhood committee will take care of these matters.

"Every time there is one more person who ignores his beating of children, he will become more rampant." Wen Yan's tone was already a little tough, and Song Jing rarely saw Mr. Wen arguing with his father, looking at him with innocent eyes the two of them.

Song Zhuangtong sighed lightly and said, "No, I didn't mean that."

"Yesterday, I asked Lao Wan to help me contact a friend in the police station. When the time comes, you can send me the address of the child's home, or let the police intervene, and say that someone who lives near him reported it." Song Zhuangtong reassured, "That man dares to beat his own daughter, so maybe he will do something to you."

Wen Yan was stunned for a while by what he said on the phone, and after realizing that he had misunderstood him, his tone softened a bit.

"Sorry, I thought you thought I was meddling too."

Song Zhuangtong slowly withdrew his gaze, stared at the elevator and jumped to the first floor. After the door opened, he said softly: "No, you did the right thing."

The story of Wang Qi spread widely between parents and students. The students were more concerned that Wang Qi was beaten by her father, and they gathered around the little girl's table after class to ask questions.Before Wen Yan left the classroom, he looked at Wang Qi who looked embarrassed, and said, "Wang Qi, come to my office."

Holding Wang Qi in the office for two breaks, Wen Yan thought that this was not the solution, after all, if Wang Qi could not listen to the children in the class asking hard questions, it would not prevent other teachers in the office from gossiping about it.

So when Wang Qi packed up her homework and went back to the classroom, Wen Yan stopped her.

"Going home yesterday, did your father beat you?" Wen Yan asked softly.

Wang Qi shook his head and mumbled, "He just scolded me."

Wen Yan paused, and was about to speak when Wang Qi raised his head and stared at him eagerly.

"Miss Wen, can you lend me your mobile phone? I want to call my mother. "

The word mother has a crying tone, and the grievance is broken.

Wen Yan handed her the unlocked phone and asked, "Do you remember the phone number?"

There was no phone number of Wang Qi's mother in the parent information collected when school started, so Wen Yan's thought of telling the child's mother about this matter has been put on hold, and no one can be contacted.

Wang Qi lowered his head and carried the numbers on his back, and pressed a series of phone numbers.

"I'm done." She whispered.

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Then you should call your mother."

As soon as the phone was connected, a woman's voice came from the other end, and Wang Qi cried and called for his mother.

Wen Yan couldn't bear to see it, so he went out of the office, leaving space for Wang Qi to talk to her mother on the phone. After calling for about five minutes, the red-eyed little girl came out with her mobile phone: "Teacher Wen, my mother want to talk to you."

After Wen Yan answered the phone, he gave a hello.

"Is it Teacher Wen? I'm Qiqi's mother."

"Hello."

The mother on the other end took a deep breath and asked, "How long has Wang Qi been beaten?"

"I'm not very clear about this. I just discovered it by accident yesterday." Wen Yan paused, "Looking at the marks on her arm, it must have been a while ago."

"That bastard..." Wang Qi's mother's voice was choked with sobs, "At the time of the divorce, the court awarded the child to him, and I was not allowed to visit him afterwards. If I knew that he beat my daughter, I would have tried my best not to let him Take the child away."

After listening to her words, Wen Yan was silent for a long time, and said, "If you want to fight for Wang Qi's custody, this period of time should be very suitable. I heard that he was reported by neighbors for domestic violence. Wang Qi There are still wounds from the beating on the body, which can be used as evidence to appeal to the court."

After talking on the phone with Wang Qi's mother, Wen Yan felt a lot better. At least this child still has a mother's love.

Song Zhuangtong arrived at the school gate on time after get off work, and Song Jing followed behind Wen Yan.After waiting for the last few children to be picked up by their parents, Wen Yan led the people to the car.

From the front of the car, she could catch a glimpse of the bright girl in the passenger seat. Wen Yan was a little surprised, and opened the rear door, and after Song Jing got into the car, he followed.

"Brother Song, the friend you mentioned is Xiaojing's teacher." The girl wearing the seat belt turned her head to look at Wen Yan, smiling brightly, "Hello, my name is Zhou Mengmeng."

Wen Yan gently shook hands with her: "Hi, my name is Wen Yan."

"Mr. Wen, that's a nice name."

Wen Yan bent his lips and said nothing.

Song Zhuangtong found the alley downstairs of her house according to the location sent by Zhou Mengmeng, and said, "Here we are."

Zhou Mengmeng glanced at the alley, and said in a very friendly tone: "Send it in a little bit, I don't want to walk."

"My car is too big, it's not easy to turn around in it." Song Zhuangtong said.

Zhou Mengmeng showed disappointment: "Okay then, Brother Song will see you tomorrow."

Song Zhuangtong didn't return her, Zhou Mengmeng turned his head to bid farewell to Song Jing.

"Xiaojing, goodbye."

The father and son looked alike, they didn't say a word, which made Zhou Mengmeng feel embarrassed, Wen Yan said at the right time: "Goodbye, be careful."

Zhou Mengmeng smiled at him: "Goodbye, Teacher Wen."

When the person got out of the car, Song Zhuangtong turned his head and asked, "What do you want to eat? Can pork belly be wrapped in chicken?"

"It's all right." There were no outsiders in the car, Wen Yan stretched his waist, and yawned, "There are two classes in the afternoon. I wanted to take a nap at noon, but I was called to a meeting."

"How can elementary school teachers teach so many lessons a day?" Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan: "Elementary school head teacher and elementary school teacher are two professions, understand? I work double jobs."

"Is there a double salary then?"

"...No, the class teacher's fee is four hundred a month."

Song Zhuangtong sneered, as if disdainful.

Wen Yan sat a little forward and asked, "Hey, who was that just now?"

"A college classmate of a friend in the store, what's wrong?"

Wen Yan smiled: "She must be interested in you."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his expression was not good.

"no."

"I can see it. You are pretty good-looking. Don't say it, you two look quite good." Coincidentally, they both wore white shirts today, but one was black pants and the other was black. skirt.

Song Zhuangtong's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at the person in the rearview mirror.He smiled very happily, obviously gossiping, immersed in his own thoughts, his little face was flushed, and he said that it was hard work to work two jobs, and now he still has the energy to support himself. up?

A heavy brake caused Wen Yan to fall suddenly. He hurriedly grabbed the seat in front and looked up at Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong didn't look at him, snorted coldly, and said, "Song Jing get off."

After speaking, he slammed the car door shut.Wen Yan touched his nose innocently.

Is he angry?