Overwinter

Wen Yan thinks that Song Zhuangtong is actually a very suitable man for life. He can make money, doesn't drink too much, doesn't gamble, goes out to report to the police, and never sleeps out.Except for the occasional grumpy temper, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a nice man.

There was a few days off in the snowy day, and the snow hadn't melted completely, and the whole city resumed normal operation.Although Wen Yan had repeatedly told her in class not to go out to play in the snow, there were always a few mischievous ones.

When he was told that some students in the class fell into the big snow pit next to the playground, Wen Yan immediately put down the red pen in his hand and went straight to the playground.

The two boys fell into the snow pit while playing. The temperature of the half-thawed snow was very low, mixed with ice water, which wet all the clothes.

Together with the other teachers, Wen Yan struggled to get the two of them out.The two of them were already shivering from the cold, Wen Yan was short of breath, and gasped for a few breaths, he didn't care about cursing, and hurriedly led them back to the office.

The call to the parents was urgent, and Wen Yan told them that the child's clothes were all wet, and if he didn't go home to change, he would definitely catch a cold.

Wen Yan's shoes and pants were also wet. He sniffed and waited in the office for his parents to come and pick him up.

One of the parents arrived soon, and she picked up the child after a few words.Wen Yan glanced at another little boy and asked him, "Is your home far away?"

The little boy's parents often came late after school, and the other classmates were astigmatized, so the adults in his family were late.

The little boy nodded: "It's far away, it will take a long time to walk."

Wen Yan grabbed his hand, the biting cold temperature made Wen Yan frowned.

"Sit down and light the fire."

When Wen Yan couldn't help but want to make a second phone call, the parents arrived in a hurry.

Before anyone entered the office, the noise of the couple outside had already been heard.

"Didn't I tell you to come earlier? What are you doing here even though I'm here?"

"My company has something to do and I can't leave. I'm coming soon. You have nothing to do at home. Why don't you know to come here earlier?"

"How do I come here? Walk?"

"You don't know how to take a taxi."

"Do I dare to take a taxi? At that time, I will say that I spend a lot of money, and the expenses are too big to afford."

The noise was extremely harsh in the quiet campus, Wen Yan got up to open the door, and saw a man and a woman standing at the door of the office.

"Is it Teacher Wen?"

Wen Yan nodded: "Hello, are you Wei Wu's parent?"

The mother who came up from behind frowned and said loudly, "What's going on?"

Wen Yan explained: "Today they were playing in the snow on the playground and fell into the snow pit next to them. Their clothes were all wet. Take them home and change first, don't catch a cold."

"Why do you let them go downstairs to play in the snow in such a cold day?"

Wen Yan's nose dripped uncontrollably. He took a deep breath and said, "I have already emphasized in class not to go downstairs. They slipped down during get out of class time."

"Can't a few children look down? How uncomfortable it would be to fall into the water in such a cold day."

The successive unkind words made Wen Yan's face slightly stiff, and he said, "It's very cold, so take the child home as soon as possible."

After taking the person away, the office became quiet again during class hours.Wen Yan checked his soaked shoes, they were very sticky and uncomfortable.Just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Wen Yan glanced at the class schedule and time, and there was only the last class left in the morning.

After the last Chinese class in the morning, Wen Yan went home and changed his clothes. He felt that he was not warm no matter what he wore, which was a sign of a cold.

This year, my body has recovered a lot compared to last year. Although I still have common colds, they are not as lingering as last year. No matter how much I take medicine, I can't get better.This is naturally also due to Song Zhuangtong's caring care every time, as well as the professional treatment of the family doctor.

This time the cold came a bit fiercely, Wen Yan was so hot all over before he got off work, even his breathing was hot, his head was so heavy that he couldn't bear it, and he fainted within two strokes.

Barely supporting the body ended the afternoon class.Fortunately, it is snowing now, pick up and drop off students are all in the classroom, Wen Yan can still sit and wait.

In the end, only Song Jing and two other students were left. Wen Yan sat on the podium and waited. His eyelids were heavy due to a cold and fever, and he fell asleep on the podium after a while.

When the parents of the students came, they woke him up.

Wen Yan said goodbye to them in a daze, his throat was already hurting, and his breathing was burning hot.

Song Jing carried his schoolbag and walked to the podium, looking at Song Zhuangtong who came in through the front door.

"Let's go."

He was wearing a khaki coat, and he had just come from the school gate to the teaching building. Some snow had fallen on his black hair and broad shoulders, and it had already melted into drops of water.

Wen Yan sniffed, and after looking at Song Zhuangtong, the tiredness he endured all afternoon surged up. He blinked his wet eyes with difficulty, and said in a pitiful tone, "I seem to be sick."

The voice is hoarse and rough, and it sounds sick.

Song Zhuangtong walked up to him, put his broad palm on Wen Yan's forehead, bowed his head and said, "It's a little hot, go home first, I'll call the doctor to come and have a look."

By handing over the last student to the parents, Wen Yan can relax and take off the responsibility of Teacher Wen, and become Wen Yan who loves and relies on a reliable lover.

After Song Zhuangtong got into the car, Wen Yan had a hard time walking this distance. He rubbed his hot face, leaned on the seat, and turned his head to look at Song Zhuangtong's hand in gear.

Wen Yan gently covered his arm with his hand, and after attracting Song Zhuangtong's attention, he cast a wet and pitiful look.

Beautiful and pitiful, with a red nose and red eyes.

Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand and rubbed two handfuls of Wen Yan's hair, and said, "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when I get home."

Wen Yan hadn't had such an uncomfortable cold for a long time. This winter's cold could be killed in the cradle by drinking two days of medicine. It was rare for her body temperature to fluctuate all night like this time, which was very uncomfortable.

Song Zhuangtong ordered him to ask for leave, and after sending Song Jing to school, he drove home again.

"Why are you back?" Wen Yan was sitting at the dining table drinking porridge slowly, when he heard the movement at the door, he raised his head and asked.

"What are you doing down here? Go eat on the bed." As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong walked to the dining table and picked up Wen Yan. Wen Yan was holding his own porridge, and was put back on the bed by Song Zhuangtong in a princess hug.

"Just tell me what you want to do, don't come down." Song Zhuangtong tucked the quilt for him, and then took the bowl from Wen Yan's hand without any explanation, "I'll feed you."

Wen Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "Aren't you going to work?"

Song Zhuangtong looked up at him and said, "I'm the boss."

Wen Yan was choked by him, and after obediently eating the porridge brought to his mouth, he glanced at the physical examination report that the doctor put on the bedside table yesterday.

"When did you go for the medical examination?"

Song Zhuangtong blew on the porridge on the spoon twice, handed it to Wen Yan's lips, and said, "I went with the people from the car dealership a while ago."

Wen Yan picked up his physical examination report and asked, "Didn't you find anything wrong?"

Song Zhuangtong: "I'm in good health, how can I be so delicate and weak like you."

Wen Yan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but the current situation is the best proof of his delicate and weak body, and it's hard to refute.

He opened Song Zhuangtong's physical examination report and read the contents above.

"Song Zhuangtong, male, Han nationality, blood type AB, height 188, weight 78." After reading this, Wen Yan subconsciously looked up at Song Zhuangtong's tight arm muscles. Song Zhuangtong's arms were strong and strong, supporting himself against the wall Also effortless.

Although there are individual points of focus.

Song Zhuangtong noticed his gaze, raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan was so ashamed by the scene in his mind that he didn't dare to look at him. After he looked away in a panic, Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand to grab his face and pulled him back. The tender cheeks were roughly pinched.

The hot red cheeks made Song Zhuangtong chuckle slightly.

"Mr. Wen, what do you think is not suitable for children?"

Wen Yan was not as strong as him in the first place, and now he was still sick, so he had no room to resist, so he could only be pinched on his cheek and pecked at his forced pouting lips.

"Get well soon, so you don't have to think about it with your head. I'll take you to practice it yourself."