Overwinter

On the eve of the holiday, Wen Yan's illness was completely cured.

It was not easy to speak in the classroom with a clear and unobstructed nose. Wen Yan reminded her of the holiday precautions and homework arrangements several times, and then she left school.

The commendable advantage of being a teacher is that there are winter and summer vacations. Many teachers will also take advantage of the vacation to do some tutoring to make money. As early as before the holiday, the office has set off a wave of planning for cram schools.The coming of the winter vacation also means the coming of the Spring Festival. Song Zhuangtong said that he will not return to Beijing for the Spring Festival this year, and he will stay here to celebrate the festival with Wen Yan.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, all the shops on the street started the Spring Festival activities, and the red banner lanterns decorated the whole city festively and lively.Wen Yan went back to his home to get medical records today. He was stuck in the road, so he turned on the radio in the car.

It's an evening music station, playing soothing music.

Wen Yan glanced at the bustling street, and suddenly a familiar figure came into view, it was Teacher Zhong pushing the child.

She is holding on to the stroller with one hand, the handlebars are full of heavy bags, and she is on the phone with her mobile phone in the other. , most likely arguing.

Wen Yan honked the horn and called out to her, "Ms. Zhong!"

Teacher Zhong looked up and saw Wen Yan turn the car out of the driveway and stop in front of her.

"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

"I was passing by, didn't you drive out?" Wen Yan asked.

Teacher Zhong was a little embarrassed by the sweaty forehead. She calmed down the emotion of having a big fight with her husband on the phone just now, and said, "The car was taken away by my husband."

Wen Yan didn't ask further, he reached out to take what Teacher Zhong had hung on the stroller, and said, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Teacher Zhong glanced at the stroller, which was about to be unable to bear the weight, and spun around his mouth when he refused, and finally said helplessly: "Then I have to trouble you, you don't need to buy anything, just go home."

"Small matter, I just know how to get to your house."

Wen Yan helped her carry her things into the car. Teacher Zhong carried the child into the passenger seat. She let out a long sigh of relief and said, "It's really hard to take the child out alone."

The baby is less than one year old now, and he can't speak yet. His pair of dark eyes are extremely bright, and he is curious about everything, and the eyeballs keep rolling.

Wen Yan reached out and touched her cheek, and said, "She's so cute."

"That is to say, it looks cute now, but it makes people collapse when they cry."

Wen Yan chuckled and said, "All children are like this."

Teacher Zhong took a look at Wen Yan and asked, "Didn't you talk about your partner last time? Don't you plan to get married yet?"

Wen Yan froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get married, but getting married is a mess, especially after giving birth, it's really tiring."

Needless to say, Wen Yan also felt the loss of vitality in her whole body.After sending the man downstairs, Wen Yan helped carry the things upstairs. Teacher Zhong asked him to sit at home for a while, but Wen Yan refused, "The subject is waiting at home."

He didn't know if it was Wen Yan's illusion, but he felt a hint of secret envy and sadness in Mr. Zhong's eyes after hearing this sentence.

"I'll see you then." Wen Yan stretched out his hand to say goodbye to the little baby, "Goodbye."

Song Zhuangtong is actually in the car dealership at the moment, and they have a lot of dinner parties in the car dealership, and they often go out for supper together. Today is the last dinner party a year ago, and Song Zhuangtong asked Wen Yan to come along.

After sending Teacher Zhong home, Wen Yan went home to arrange Song Jing, and drove to the address Song Zhuangtong sent. They booked a big box. When Wen Yan arrived, the others had just taken their seats, and Song Zhuangtong gave him Reserve a spot.

As soon as Wen Yan pushed open the door of the box, he was startled by several crisp "Teacher Wen" coming towards him.

He nodded and greeted everyone, walked to Song Zhuangtong and sat down.

There was a whole table of gentlemen, and only one girl was sitting on the other side of Song Zhuangtong.

Wen Yan had a little impression of her, she was the girl he had matched with Song Zhuang Tong Lalang before.

Recalling the stupid things he did before, Wen Yan's cheeks felt a little hot. He sat awkwardly on the seat, and his hand on the seat was suddenly covered by someone. Wen Yan raised his head and looked at Song Zhuangtong in surprise. Chatting with Lao Wan as if nothing had happened, the hand hidden under the table has skillfully squeezed away Wen Yan's five fingers, inserted them in and interlocked with his fingers.

The banquet was full of apprentices or colleagues from the car dealership, and everyone knew each other very well. After two glasses of wine, the atmosphere became lively. Song Zhuangtong refused to let Wen Yan drink, and everyone who was respecting him was pushed away by a glass of fruit oranges. As a result, Song Zhuangtong, who helped persuade him to drink, was caught many times and kept drinking.

Wen Yan ordered some food for him: "Stuff your stomach first, don't drink and throw up then."

Song Zhuangtong was a little drunk, he rubbed his temples, his eyes were dazed, and the movement of putting vegetables into his mouth became slow, after eating all the vegetables Wen Yan put for him, he leaned into Wen Yan's ear and whispered: "Yes My wife is so nice."

Wen Yan blushed and pushed him: "Don't get so close."

Song Zhuangtong's attention was all on Wen Yan throughout the night, Zhou Mengmeng didn't find a chance to talk to him, she pushed the bowl to Song Zhuangtong's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, help me fill the bowl of soup, my stomach is full of wine ,feels awful."

Song Zhuangtong gave Lao Wan a look, and Lao Wan understood instantly, and stretched out his hand, "Let me help you serve it. You should drink less, and it will be uncomfortable again."

Zhou Mengmeng put the wine glass on the table and said, "I can drink more."

Lao Wan snatched the wine she was about to pour and said, "Okay, let's eat some food, don't drink so much."

Zhou Mengmeng shook off his hand, he couldn't sit still, and he wanted to toast with a wine glass.

"Look at what you said, I haven't had a drink with Brother Song yet."

As she said that, she fell towards Song Zhuangtong, her limp body turned sideways, Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand to support her shoulder, clicked his tongue impatiently, and said nothing.

Zhou Mengmeng took a deep breath, turned around and asked him with a smile: "Brother Song, are you in love?"

Without even thinking about it, Song Zhuangtong replied, "It's done."

Wen Yan watched the movement of the two of them, his eyes quietly sweeping back and forth between Song Zhuangtong and Zhou Mengmeng.

Zhou Mengmeng didn't believe it anymore. She smelled of alcohol when she spoke. When she raised her head, she looked expectant, and smiled brightly with her lips curled up: "Really? Don't lie to me."

As she said that, her eyes suddenly fell on a faded strawberry mark on Song Zhuangtong's neck, which was sucked out by Wen Yan hugging his neck when he was pushed comfortably.

The bright smile on his face froze for an instant, Zhou Mengmeng drank the wine in the glass abruptly, Song Zhuangtong supported her on the seat, subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Wen Yan, who was looking at him with gentle and calm eyes.

The flustered expression of self-proving innocence dissipated after Wen Yan patted the back of his hand lightly, Song Zhuangtong glanced at Zhou Mengmeng again, and said to Lao Wan, "You can send her back later, I will talk to Wen directly later." Let’s go together.”

Lao Wan nodded: "Okay, won't you go to KTV later?"

Song Zhuangtong shook his head: "I won't go, I'm a little tired today, go back early and rest."

After finishing speaking, he asked Wen Yan softly, "Are you full?"

Wen Yan nodded, only Lao Wan at the table knew about their relationship, Song Zhuangtong didn't bother to hide anything, and when he went out, his hand was already on Wen Yan's waist.After the box door was closed, Zhou Mengmeng exhaled foul breath and asked Lao Wan, "Have you brought any cigarettes?"

Helped Zhou Mengmeng to light the fire, her hair was sticking to her chin in a mess, a little scarlet cigarette butt was shaking up and down with the movement of puffing and puffing, Lao Wan hadn’t seen Zhou Mengmeng smoking for a long time, this is the aisle, the wind is very strong , blowing his eyes a little bit.

"Song Zhuangtong is gay, right?"

Lao Wan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Zhou Mengmeng in surprise.

"What's wrong? You don't know?"

"How did you know?"

Zhou Mengmeng sneered, she tapped her temple with her finger, and a puff of white smoke escaped from her red lips: "A woman's sixth sense is very accurate, do you understand?"

She stubbed out the cigarette in the trash can next to her, took a deep breath, and cursed: "Damn it, I finally met someone who was right for me, and it turned out to be the same guy."

Lao Wan followed in confusion, and asked with a smile, "What is the difference between me and him?"

Zhou Mengmeng pushed his face away, and said: "He has a good figure, and I only have abdominal muscles."