Overwinter

The flag was going to be raised on Monday morning, and the children in the class came earlier than usual. Wen Yan finished disinfecting the classroom, and then tidied up the podium. Say good morning to Teacher Wen.

Wen Yan smiled and greeted them one by one.

Song Jing didn't come too late. He was carrying a very new black schoolbag with no patterns on it.Unlike other boys who love to roll and play on the ground, his school uniform is clean and tidy.

Wen Yan looked at him and called softly, "Song Jing, good morning."

Song Jing didn't seem to expect to be stopped. He looked up at Wen Yan, who smiled again, and said softly, "Morning."

Song Jing tightened the strap of the black schoolbag and stood there awkwardly.

"Go back to your seat," Wen Yan said.

Only then did Song Jing loosen his legs that were frozen in place, and walked towards the position.

When almost everyone in the classroom had arrived, Wen Yan asked them to go out and line up, preparing to go to the playground to watch the national flag being raised.

Almost all class teachers stand at the forefront of the team.Wen Yan was one of the only two male head teachers in the school. He was wearing a heavy padded jacket with a scarf around his neck, and half of his face was sunk in the soft fabric.He paced in the line, picking out a few people standing crookedly from time to time.

Song Jing stood at the back. His father, who looked a bit fierce, didn't seem to pay attention to today's weather. He only put on a cotton padded jacket and a school uniform on the outside. The skinny child stood in the howling cold wind, his lips turned white from the cold .

Wen Yan paused, then squatted gently beside him, then took off the scarf around his neck, trying to wrap it around Song Jing.

Song Jing's wary eyes made Wen Yan pause, he smiled slightly, and said, "Can you surround yourself?"

Song Jing looked at him vigilantly, like a vigilant little beast being spied on, unwilling to give any trust to the person in front of him.

Wen Yan looked at him for a long time, and then helped him wrap the scarf around Song Jing's resistant expression.

"It will be colder tomorrow, remember to tell your father to wear more clothes."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yan felt that it was unrealistic for Song Jing to tell the story.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent Song Zhuangtong a WeChat: Hello, Dad Song Jing, the temperature has dropped a lot recently, in case of catching a cold, it is better for Song Jing to wear more clothes to go to school.

Because he was afraid that his tone would be too blunt, Wen Yan added another cute cat emoji.

Song Zhuangtong, who received these two WeChat messages, was in the auto repair shop, stepping on the hand of a man who came to make trouble, and looked at him fiercely: "Either give me the money, or give me your hand."

Song Zhuangtong didn't come to the store very often, he came to have a look today on a whim, and happened to meet a man who was making a fuss in the dealership because the car was repaired and the parts were replaced.This man is so shameless, arrogant and unreasonable that no one dares to confront him head-on.

How could Song Zhuangtong have seen his shop suffer such grievances, he knocked people to the ground in twos and twos: "If you have evidence, show it, if you don't have evidence, get out of here."

In many cases, absolute force is the best way to eliminate all evil forces.

Song Zhuangtong tidied up the person with a ruthless expression.Suddenly, the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated twice. Song Zhuangtong's face was still tense when he took out the phone, but he calmed down a second after seeing the note, and even felt a little happy.

The apprentices standing at the side looked at each other in blank dismay, and none of them dared to ask Brother Song the reason for his sudden change of face.

"Okay, stop looking for bad luck in front of me, hurry up and get out." Song Zhuangtong slowly retracted his long legs, and then straightened his clothes, "Next time, I will chop off your hands."

The man hurriedly nodded and said yes, then drove his broken car and left immediately.

"Brother Song is so handsome..."

"I was terrified when I first got into a fight."

"He won't go to the police?"

"Does he still dare to call the police? Let's take out the surveillance and say he is extorting."

Song Zhuangtong replied a WeChat message: Yes, Mr. Wen.

After a while, Wen Yan sent another WeChat message: "Mr. Song, are you free now? Song Jing seems to have a low fever, why don't you take him to the hospital."

This time it was a voice, Wen Yan's voice was very soft, and his speaking speed was very slow. The standard Mandarin pronunciation was very nice. Song Zhuangtong listened to this voice again while getting in the car.

This is the second time he came to school, the first time was to send Song Jing to school.

He asked the doorman where the second grade was, and then went to Song Jing's class based on his memory.

At this time, class was in session, and the sound of classes from every classroom came from the campus. Song Zhuangtong quickened his pace, and when he walked outside Song Jing's class, he happened to meet Wen Yan who was leading everyone to read the text.

He was wearing a black bee, and the hair behind his ears was stuck and raised slightly. With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the children in the audience, imitating the tone of the characters in the text, and read the content come out.

Immediately there was a neat and loud sound of reading. Wen Yan caught a glimpse of Song Zhuangtong outside the window, turned off the little bee and came out, calling Mr. Song.

Song Zhuangtong was still wearing a black windbreaker today. He was tall and tall, showing his full face, which made the children who were studying secretly look at him.

There was heating in the classroom. Wen Yan was only wearing a white sweater with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a slender wrist. He waved to Song Jing in the classroom, and then watched him patiently from his position. walked out slowly.

"I took him to the infirmary and said he had a low-grade fever. It's best to take him home to rest."

Wen Yan's hand fell on Song Jing's shoulder. Song Zhuangtong looked at Song Jing's tense expression but tried not to attack, and said, "Okay, thank you."

Wen Yan bent his lips towards him: "You're welcome."

After the formalities were over, there was an embarrassment. After the sound of reading in the classroom stopped, chattering voices gradually came, and Wen Yan said, "Then I'll go in first."

Song Zhuangtong hummed.

Wen Yan was about to go in, but stopped again, turned his head and said, "Mr. Song, the temperature is getting lower and lower now, Song Jing should wear more clothes."

Moreover, the collar of Song Jing's clothes was not even smoothed, and it seemed that his careless father was responsible.

Song Zhuangtong was stunned for a moment, he had no experience in taking care of children, the nanny came home on temporary leave these days, and Song Jing was busy with the basic necessities of life, and mistakes were common.Song Jing doesn't like to express, even if he is cold, he still doesn't speak.

Song Zhuangtong had a rare reflection on himself and said, "Okay."

He looked down at Song Jing's nose and cheeks that were red from the cold, and then his eyes fell on the scarf around his neck.

It is a warm red scarf.

"It's cold outside, you should go back early." Wen Yan said, "Be careful."

Song Zhuangtong nodded, took Song Jing's hand, and led him downstairs.

The child's hands are really cold, it seems that he really didn't wear enough clothes in the morning.

Song Zhuangtong sent him to the hospital. After the examination and prescribed medicine, the father and son returned home.

"Do you want to take a bath first?" Song Zhuangtong knelt in front of Song Jing, squeezed his hand, and asked.

Song Jing reacted for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer, so Song Zhuangtong had to give up and said, "Let's eat first."

He took out the food prepared by the nanny from the refrigerator, put it in the microwave oven and slammed it twice, then brought it to the dining table, and shouted: "Song Jing, it's time to eat."

Song Jing did everything slowly, even eating. Song Zhuangtong suspected that the food was too unpalatable, so he was always picking and choosing, and he didn't pick up a few grains of rice after two or three strokes.

Song Zhuangtong gave him another piece of meat and said, "Eat more."

Song Jing was still eating slowly.

Song Zhuangtong didn't want to lose his temper with him, so he just kept out of sight and out of mind, took out his mobile phone and started browsing Moments.

This was the time when the circle of friends was updated frequently, and Song Zhuangtong saw Wen Yanfa's photo in one click.Wen Yan probably just got off work, and when he got home, he cooked two side dishes for himself, one with three delicacies and one with green vegetables, which were simple and looked very good.

The accompanying text is "No matter how tired I am, I still want to eat my own food".

Song Zhuangtong glanced at the food in front of him—the food that was packed in an insulated box and casually placed in the microwave oven, and he lost his appetite in an instant.

He glanced at Song Jing who was still cooking, and pulled away his chopsticks: "Don't eat, dad ordered takeaway."