Overwinter

When the weather got warmer, Song Zhuangtong took Song Jing home to live in.

Wen Yan didn't think it was his casual joke last time that made Song Zhuangtong angry, and he didn't look like such a narrow-minded person, and after the two of them went home, Song Zhuangtong often took Wen Yan back Go home for dinner.

There have been frequent activities in the school recently, and their Chinese grade group also has a new activity, which is to let the children go home and pick leaves with their parents and make a leaf painting.

Song Zhuangtong, who was reminded by the Chinese teacher to do it in a private message, had a headache. He didn't have the slightest bit of artistic talent, and he didn't have much patience. He was really too lazy to make leaf paintings on the table with a child.

This homework dragged on until Wen Yan finished the paper, and Wen Yan led Song Jing to do it himself.

"You'll be lazy."

"Don't be lazy." Song Zhuangtong got up and said, "I'll cut the fruit."

When Ye Hua finished, Song Zhuangtong's fruits were almost cut.

Facts have proved that elementary school students can't do leaf painting by hand, and even the fruits are not cut very well, and the shapes of large and small are irregular.Wen Yan took two bites, tidied up his things a bit, and said, "It's so late, I have to go back."

"Why go back? Sleep here." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan doesn't like sleeping out very much, he has to live in his own home to feel safe.

"I'd better go back, it's not convenient."

Song Zhuangtong took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water on his hands, followed him to the shoe cabinet, bowed his head and said, "Then I'll see you off."

"No need, I came by bike." Wen Yan pointed to Song Jing who was sitting on the sofa eating fruit, "You can accompany Song Jing at home."

Song Zhuangtong put one hand on his waist, frowned and said, "Isn't it the same to stay and sleep? I have to go back at night."

This made him a little regretful that he and Song Jing had withdrawn from Wen Yan's house. Before, he was thick-skinned and could find excuses to rely on him, but now Wen Yan is not willing to rely on him.

Song Zhuangtong's reason for moving out was also quite embarrassing. He accidentally caught a glimpse of Wen Yan's landlord's message to Wen Yan, saying that the water and electricity had exceeded a lot last month and asked Wen Yan to make up the money.In any case, one person has less water and electricity than three people.

Wen Yan took a dead salary, didn't run any cram school, and the money he earned was just enough to spend. If he gave him the money himself, let alone whether it would be enough, whether it would piss people off is the first thing to consider.

How to rescue Wen Yan without a trace has become the most troublesome thing for Song Zhuangtong recently.

Soon, the most annoying thing was refreshed.

"English teacher? Do you still have an English teacher?"

This question was a bit difficult for Song Jing to explain, he stared at Song Zhuangtong's frowning expression.

"Talking to Mr. Wen during the exercise, it must be the head teacher, right?"

The silly son's expression was blank, and Song Zhuangtong was a little speechless.

"Does it look good?"

Just ask a simple question first.

Song Jing nodded.

Song Zhuangtong's heart sank two points.

"Did you keep talking to Wen Yan?"

Song Jing nodded again.

Song Zhuang Tong's heart sank again.

Damn it, Wen Yan does seem to be recruiting, and there are many girls in the school unit, and there are many topics of conversation in life and work, so you might fall in love with someone someday.Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back when others silently pried away the foot of the wall that was not yet stable.

"Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier." Song Zhuangtong pressed his tongue against his cheeks, walked around the living room twice, and suddenly leaned over and pulled Song Jing off the sofa, "Put on your shoes, and I'll take you, Mr. Wen, together." go to sleep."

Regardless of the fucking water and electricity bills, Song Zhuangtong doesn't have much interest in sitting at home right now.

Only Song Jing could sleep with Mr. Wen, and the aggressive Song Zhuangtong could only sleep on the sofa.A simple excuse can fool Teacher Wen over. Song Zhuangtong led the child into Wen Yan's house openly, took advantage of Song Jing to take a bath, and Song Zhuangtong sat beside Wen Yan in silence.

The familiar smell of shower gel permeated the air, and Song Zhuangtong sniffed it distractedly for a while, his mind was full of the texture of Wen Yan's skin that had been touched by his palm before.

"I heard from Song Jing that you have a good female teacher recently."

The tone is playful, and if you don't listen carefully, you will never notice the sour taste inside.

Wen Yan glanced at him in surprise.

"Song Jing will tell you these things?"

Song Zhuangtong covered his lips in embarrassment and coughed twice.

"He said it casually."

"What's the best female teacher, which one?"

Song Zhuangtong almost stood up: "How many more?"

Wen Yan was startled by his bluffing reaction.

"No, they're all colleagues. There's nothing special about them. Listen to what he says nonsense."

Song Zhuangtong coughed twice again.

"I'm just asking casually." He cast his gaze on Wen Yan's face, "But you really have no plans to fall in love?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "No."

This answer actually made Song Zhuangtong not very satisfied, he frowned: "What's the matter? Are you just pure-hearted?"

"It's too tiring to fall in love." Wen Yan said.

"It's because you haven't met the right person, so it's tiring to talk about it." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan shook his head: "It's hard for me to meet the right person."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him again, quite intentionally: "How do you know you won't find it if you don't look for it?"

Wen Yan: "Does this mean that you can find it if you look for it?"

"Why not? Your condition is not bad."

Song Zhuangtong felt that it was not easy for him. Wanting to pry away the ascetic Mr. Wen was no different from trying to tell the little apprentices in the shop a matchmaker. .

Seeing him talking more and more vigorously, Wen Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "My situation is different, I wonder if you can accept it..."

Song Zhuangtong was taken aback: "What's different?"

Wen Yan doesn't really want to hide his sexual orientation, although he himself feels that there is nothing shameful about it, and Song Zhuangtong is a friend he likes very much, Wen Yan doesn't like to hide things from people he trusts, but every time he arrives When I was confessing, I couldn't help but panic, afraid of seeing those familiar disgusting eyes.

"Actually, I'm gay, and I don't like women." Wen Yan's tone was calm on the surface, but he was already panicking at the moment. Song Jing, who was half washed, took it out of the bathroom and took it home, hiding away.

Song Zhuangtong was a little dazed by this unexpected joy: "What, what?"

Wen Yan's expression is not very good.

"Do you mind this very much? In fact, we are similar to ordinary people, but the matter of finding a partner will be different, and I have no plans to fall in love recently." Wen Yan paused for a while, his fingers were scratched. Turned bloody, "And I'm not a mother, I'm just in poor health."

Song Zhuangtong's heart ached from his hurt look, and he blurted out: "Who the hell said you're a mother?"

Wen Yan was still immersed in his own sadness, and couldn't turn his head from his swearing.

"what?"

Mother is not a mother, but this face is so good-looking, especially those eyes, which are clear and bright, when people look at it with expectations and questions, people can't look away at all.

Song Zhuangtong cleared his throat and said, "No one talks about your mother."

Wen Yan slightly hooked his lips.

"Thank you, I thought you would be very repulsive."

Song Zhuangtong stared at his smile, thinking that it was too late for me to be happy, how could I reject him.

"I've met a strong man like you before, either he was closet or homophobic, two extremes."

Song Zhuangtong looked down at his tendons.

"I'm not called a strong man, am I? It sounds too stupid."

"If you're not strong, your figure is just right. You have muscles and lines. I'm very envious." Wen Yan said.

"Envy? Then you should go practice with me tomorrow, aren't you in poor health? If you don't practice more, I can break one of your arms with one hand."

Wen Yan laughed at him: "Can't you be so rude?"

Song Zhuangtong: "Have you ever seen a strong man who is not rude?"

Wen Yan laughed, and said, "It's not a strong man, but a handsome man?"

Song Zhuangtong leaned on the sofa, lifted his chin lightly, and commented: "This is okay."