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Wen Yan's illness was not completely cured, but it was impossible for him to be absent from class all the time. After a few days off, Teacher Wen came back to work on time, because Song Zhuangtong said about it.

In summer, the big house of Tong family in Songzhuang is very cool.Song Zhuangtong didn't plan to buy such a big house at the beginning. He and Song Jing lived alone, so he didn't need such a big house at all, because he was in a hurry to find a house at that time, and the house had been renovated long ago, and the whole family of the original head of the household immigrated. I went to England, and I was in a hurry to sell the house, but Song Zhuangtong happened to bump into him, so he bought the house.

When Song Zhuangtong first brought Song Jing out, he had a lot of money. After all, he was the young master of the Song family. He was raised and pampered by his family. He was used to rebellion, and he also had a sense of justice against the autocratic thinking of the older generation. It stands to reason It is no longer the age of naive and impulsive, but Song Zhuangtong still did not hesitate to save Song Jing.

Song Jing is the child conceived by Song Zhuangtong's sister after being bullied.His elder sister is in poor health and has a withdrawn and extreme personality. She was not valued at home since she was a child, and naturally she seemed out of place in the circle of rich daughters.It has been many years since she graduated, and she dragged on and was unwilling to get married.After she was pregnant, the news spread widely, and everyone in that area was talking about her, and rumors spread everywhere.

The theory of the victim's guilt made her sister very sad, and her body became more and more broken day by day, but she still stubbornly gave birth to Song Jing.

Although he is flawed, he is also more unique because of it.

This was the last sentence his sister said with her eyes closed. Song Zhuangtong knew that she was also talking about herself.

The normal state of the house is that there is no one to talk to, except for the daily work report between the aunt and Song Zhuangtong, which is the unilateral "conversation" between Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing, but when Wen Yan is there, the whole atmosphere in the house is different.

Lights were on in the kitchen and living room, warmed by people coming and going.Song Zhuangtong sat on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone. The aroma from the kitchen distracted him a little. After putting down the mobile phone, he went to the kitchen to help Wen Yan.

"Is it difficult? Don't cook so many dishes, just ask the restaurant to deliver the food later."

Wen Yan was wearing a light-colored apron with a black sweater inside. This color matched his skin tone very well.The vegetables have already been cut and put in a bowl, and they just need to be fried.Song Zhuangtong was driven outside to set the bowls and chopsticks, and through the transparent glass door, he could still see busy figures inside. The scene full of life made Song Zhuangtong feel a little more of a sense of belonging.

He glanced at Song Jing on the sofa, feeling a little emotional.

Although he has raised Song Jing as his own child for so many years, and because of his illness, he has taken people to places where the Song family's disgusting things in sheep's clothing can't find them, but Song Zhuangtong has never had the courage to think deeply about Song Jing. Have you ever felt the warmth of home?

After all, he himself has always felt that he is drifting, and his life is passing by, let alone the sensitive and withdrawn Song Jing.

"It's time to eat." Wen Yan came out of the kitchen with the dishes, seeing Song Zhuangtong looking at him deeply, he paused, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhuangtong stared at him for a while, then suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, approached Wen Yan, and under his surprised gaze, tied up the belt of Wen Yan's sweater, and gathered Wen Yan's neckline with a small bowknot.

"keep warm."

Song Zhuangtong tied the strap very tightly, Wen Yan smiled helplessly: "There's no need to do this."

"Very cute." Song Zhuangtong commented on the bow tie he was wearing.

Wen Yan put the dishes on the table and said, "The beef your friend gave you is too tender. I'm afraid I won't be able to fry it and waste the meat."

Song Zhuangtong opened his mouth: "I'll try it."

That expression didn't feel that the action of waiting for feeding was a bit weird at all.Wen Yan had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks, hold a piece of beef and held it to his lips.

Song Zhuangtong chewed carefully for a while, nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Wen Yan also picked up a piece to taste, the spiciness in the mouth made him frown slightly, Song Zhuangtong said happily: "You don't need to put a lot of chili peppers for me, it's better to eat lightly in summer."

Song Jing is in good shape recently. He can respond more quickly after being called by Song Zhuangtong, and his appetite is bigger than before.

"I can sleep here tonight." Song Zhuangtong pretended to be casual.

Except for the last time Wen Yan was so ill that he lost consciousness and slept at Song Zhuangtong's place for one night, Wen Yan stubbornly wanted to go back to rest the rest of the time.Ever since he realized that sleeping together can really bring the distance closer, and that sleeping with the soft and warm Teacher Wen is really comfortable, Song Zhuangtong has to ask Wen Yan to stay and sleep twice a day, but he has never succeeded.

Wen Yan said: "I still have a lot of medicine to take at night, so I can't stop it."

"I'll get it for you."

Next time, just prepare a set of the same medicine and put it here, so that Wen Yan can no longer use this excuse.

Wen Yan: "You are going to get the medicine, why don't you just send me back."

Song Zhuangtong: "..."

After eating, Song Zhuangtong cleaned up the table, and Wen Yan was also preparing to go back.

Before he was about to leave, he asked Song Jing to organize the textbooks needed for school the next day, so that he didn't have to memorize the whole set of textbooks, making the small schoolbag heavy and easy to break every time.

Wen Yan sat obediently on the sofa and waited for Song Zhuangtong to send him home.Anyway, every time he refuses, he will be beaten back, and after struggling for a long time with good intentions, he will still be sent home by Song Zhuangtong in person, so he simply stopped being hypocritical.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Song Jing who was able to take the initiative to rest in the room with his schoolbag on his back, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

In the past, they used to be pitiful and followed in the car to see off people, and they were lying on the window staring at Wen Yan's back, but now Song Jing seems to know that he can watch Teacher Wen all day after waking up from sleep, which is no longer so Repulsion separated.

How come Song Jing can quit his teacher Wen, but as a father himself, he can't.

Song Zhuangtong drove slowly and steadily, Wen Yan began to feel sleepy as soon as he got in the car, he leaned quietly on the seat, breathing steadily.Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan, then simply slowed down the speed of the car to twenty yards per hour, and moved slowly on the road.

Wen Yan's sleep quality is not very good recently. He already has symptoms of insomnia, and he takes a lot of medication before going to bed, which makes his physical condition very poor. He has to stare for an hour or two every night before he can fall asleep in a daze.

Song Zhuangtong didn't like the journey of sending Wen Yan home, he didn't like being divided into another family by Wen Yan.

But the fact is that Song Zhuangtong doesn't like it, Wen Yan only regards him as a friend.

The idea of ​​firmly tying Wen Yan to my side has only become particularly strong recently. People will separate many emotions from liking, such as pity, greed and possessiveness.

Wen Yan squinted in the car for a while, his neck was sore from the prolonged posture of tilting his head, Wen Yan woke up with a frown, he rubbed his neck to relax for a while, and looked at the person in the driver's seat.

Song Zhuangtong was not in the dark, his side face was outlined by the light from the function keys on the car, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it.Because there are two patients around him, Song Zhuangtong only smokes in the car dealership now.

Sensing Wen Yan's gaze, Song Zhuangtong slowly cast a gaze over, his eyes that were not in the darkness were mysterious and deep, filled with indescribable emotions.

"Have I slept for a long time?"

Song Zhuangtong took down the cigarette, reached out to put it on, and said, "Not long ago, I feel that you didn't sleep very well."

Wen Yan sighed, and said, "I didn't pretend to have much on my mind, I just slept very hard, and I always felt half-dream and half-awake."

Song Zhuangtong parked the car at the gate of Wen Yan's community, Wen Yan said thank you, opened the door and got out of the car as before to leave.

Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered that when Wen Yan was sent home for the first time, there was a romantic and cold heavy snowfall, and Wen Yan broke through the dark night alone and walked home like this.

"Warm words."

Song Zhuangtong suddenly called out to stop him.

Wen Yan turned his head, the hair wrapped his face softly, the night set off his eyes like a lake, so quiet that there were no ripples in the bottom of his eyes, but only Song Zhuangtong knew what it was like to drown in it.

Song Zhuangtong gently rolled his Adam's apple, and after a long silence, he said, "Good night."

"Good night." Wen Yan waved to him.

Song Zhuangtong leaned on the car window with one hand, and followed Wen Yan's back into the neighborhood with his eyes. He tightened his cheeks, and suddenly felt that he looked like the poor Song Jing.