Overwinter

Wen Yan drove very slowly at night, and the tires were pressed against the wet ground.When the weather got cold, there were few cars and people on the street at night, Wen Yan drove the car intently, and when he stopped at a red light intersection, he was suddenly grabbed by Song Zhuangtong.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and after being photographed with his fingers interlocked, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhuangtong lowered his head and fiddled with his phone: "Change your WeChat avatar."

Wen Yan hasn't reacted yet: "Huh?"

"I have to let them all know that I have a partner." Song Zhuangtong paused and added, "Everyone."

Wen Yan chuckled, and reached out to touch Song Zhuangtong's face, but his hand was kissed by his wine-smelling lips.Song Zhuangtong looked a little bit up, his eyes were burning, and he stared straight at Wen Yan.

The wet tongue licked erotically on Wen Yan's palm, Wen Yan's temples throbbed, and he quickly withdrew his hand: "Stop, we're driving."

When the green light came on, Wen Yan withdrew his thoughts, but Song Zhuangtong's burning gaze never moved away.After drinking, Song Zhuangtong became even more wild and domineering, with desire written in his gaze, which made Wen Yan a little overwhelmed.

"Don't look at me." Wen Yan's ears were hot, "Is it okay to go back and talk? Let me concentrate on driving first."

"Just concentrate on driving."

Wen Yan said depressedly: "You look at me like that, how can I concentrate—"

His eyes accidentally fell on the bulging place, and Wen Yan looked at him in astonishment: "Why did you..."

Song Zhuangtong didn't see anything unusual except his cheeks were flushed. He pointed to the road ahead and said, "Hurry up and go home."

The action of stepping on the gas pedal had a vague feeling of rushing home to do errands, Wen Yan was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "I didn't mess with you, why is it inexplicable..."

Song Zhuangtong threw his coat on the back seat, and his strong muscles supported the black undershirt. When he closed his eyes and remained silent, he had a strong aura and a sense of oppression. He had a face of restraint that should not be approached by others, but he could be provoked by his wife's gesture of covering her mouth. got a reaction.

Fortunately, Song Jing fell asleep early, and the quality of his sleep was getting better and better. His unshakable sleep made it almost impossible for him to be woken up by loud noises in the master bedroom.

Even during the winter vacation, Song Jing woke up on time at 07:30 for breakfast. Today, Song Zhuangtong was the only one who had breakfast with him, and Teacher Wen was not there.

Unlike Mr. Wen who can stay in bed until the afternoon, Song Zhuangtong and Song Jing played with Lego blocks all day.Wen Yan stood at the door of the room wearing cotton long-sleeved pajamas, looking at the father and son sitting on the ground, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Wen Yan, who was used to celebrating the New Year alone, forgot all the necessary procedures. Fortunately, the aunt at home had already helped buy the things needed for the New Year before returning home for the New Year. The refrigerator was full and the kitchen was in full swing.

"Is it salty?" Wen Yan hung a light-colored apron on his body, held up his chopsticks, and looked expectantly at Song Zhuangtong who had just tried a dumpling.

Song Zhuangtong gave an affirmative answer: "It's not salty, it's delicious."

Wen Yan was happy, and directed with a smile: "Then freeze the uncooked ones in the refrigerator, I'll serve this pot now."

The non-stop sound of firecrackers from seven or eight o'clock made the atmosphere of the New Year a lot warmer, and the home was decorated with a lot of decorations for the New Year before the year.There was a small piece of fruit on the table, which was the seedless grape that Song Jing loved to eat.

Song Zhuangtong washed him another bunch, but was caught by Wen Yan: "You don't have to eat later?"

Song Jing held a bowl of washed grapes and silently put them back on the table.

Wen Yan said with satisfaction: "Eat after dinner, do you hear me?"

The powerful aura that belonged exclusively to the head teacher came over, Song Jing nodded obediently, and went to play with the very difficult new building blocks that Song Zhuangtong bought for him.

The New Year's Eve dinner for the three of them doesn't need to be too rich, but Wen Yan is willing to work hard, and prepares the dishes very sumptuously, and putting them on the table makes people want to eat.

Wen Yan took a picture of a table of dishes for Zhang Yu to show, and the other party sent a video to say hello to him during the New Year.

"You were pitiful at this time last year, but this year you have someone to accompany you during the New Year." Zhang Yu said sourly.

Wen Yan's brows and eyes were full of smiles, and Zhang Yu, who wanted to ask a few more questions about Song Zhuangtong's performance as a family member, chose to keep his mouth shut, and made an appointment with Wen Yan to meet for the New Year before hanging up the phone.

Wen Yan prepared the red envelope before eating, it looked very thick, Song Jing subconsciously glanced at Song Zhuangtong.

Song Jing seldom celebrates the New Year with his elders, and Song Zhuangtong, who has always been by his side, doesn't pay attention to these etiquette and blessings. This is the first time Song Jing has received lucky money.

"What are you doing in a daze? Put it away quickly." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong pushed the red envelope to Wen Yan's hand and said, "You keep it for him, and it will be used as tuition for the start of school."

After finishing speaking, he also asked Song Jing's opinion symbolically: "Is it okay?"

Song Jing blinked his eyes.

Wen Yan said: "Take him to the Lego store to buy a set of building blocks tomorrow, and spend the money."

"Alright, then thank you, Mr. Wen." Song Zhuangtong said.

"Thank you..." Song Jing said, "Mr. Wen."

"It's weird to still call me that at home."

Song Zhuangtong made a dumpling for each of them, and joked: "Then what is it called? Mother?"

Wen Yan gave him a sideways look: "Stop talking nonsense."

After dinner, Song Jing took his bowl of grapes to play with building blocks. Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong nestled on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The boring programs just added some New Year atmosphere to the room. Song Zhuangtong was in a good mood, he hugged Wen Yan's waist, leaned over and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I've had a year like this."

Wen Yan gently touched his forehead and asked, "Why?"

"I used to take Song Jing back to the old house. The relatives in the family hated him very much. Even if they didn't make it clear, they would say some nasty things in their words. For me, the Chinese New Year is just going back to complete a task."

Wen Yan sighed. He, who also had a bad relationship with the family, could understand Song Zhuangtong's helpless mood. He lowered his head and pecked Song Zhuangtong's forehead, and said, "From now on, your task is to accompany me during the New Year."

Song Zhuangtong laughed muffledly: "I'm extremely happy."

Song Jing dozed off when he couldn't finish watching the new year. After taking him back to his room to rest, the two of them nestled on the sofa chatting and waiting for the arrival of the new year.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window came earlier than the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala, lighting up the whole sky with fireworks one after another, driving away the old year with a crackling sound.By the light of the fireworks, Wen Yan saw the thick snow spreading outside the window.

"Yanyan, happy new year."

Wen Yan has never been as satisfied as this moment. Among the thousands of lights, there is one that belongs to him alone. Even if the snow outside the window is heavy and the sky is cold, this light will keep this place warm and quiet for him.

He raised his chin and gently kissed Song Zhuangtong.

"Happy New Year."

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the snow falling outside. The white snowflakes floating in the night fell heavily, and silently piled up on the ground to form a thick coat, covering the noise and silence of the land throughout the year.

It was late enough, and the old-timers just left a lamp at home and went to sleep. The heavy snow cooled the fireworks that were lit during the New Year’s Eve.

After taking a bath, Wen Yan was wearing a loose black sweater and sitting by the window looking at the snow outside. The temperature in the room was very comfortable, and he could step on the warm floor without wearing shoes. Looking out of the window, his vision gradually blurred with the falling snowflakes.

The drowsiness that appeared was driven away by Song Zhuangtong's sound of pushing the door, Wen Yan turned around and looked at him, his sallow feet stepped on the floor, which was particularly obvious in the dim light.Wen Yan was thin, and his loose sweater was torn apart by the movement, revealing a white and tender waist.

He sat quietly on the floor, there was a heavy snowfall outside the French window behind him, his eyes full of love were gentle and burning.

Song Zhuangtong stepped on his slippers and walked to Wen Yan's side, squatting down and giving him a gentle kiss.

Due to the atmosphere, no amount of words at this moment is better than a hug or a kiss.

Song Zhuangtong changed from his usual rudeness and savagery, and tenderly held Wen Yan's lower lip, as if tasting a piece of tender cake dripping with honey.

Wen Yan changed his posture to kiss him, knelt between Song Zhuangtong's open legs, this posture of being completely embraced made Wen Yan feel full of security.The kiss that Wen Yan took the initiative from gradually became a little fiery. Although Song Zhuangtong wanted to make this soothing and quiet atmosphere last longer, Wen Yan pecked and kissed the tip of his tongue like a kitten drinking water. One click, one click and another.

Song Zhuangtong rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed the body fluid that was indistinguishable from each other because of the deep kiss, he put his hands on Wen Yan's waist, and locked him in his arms.

When you let go of your lips, you can see Wen Yan's cheeks flushed with emotion from the kiss. Song Zhuangtong grabbed the hem of Wen Yan's sweater and rolled up the bottoming layer inside, like peeling off a plump mangosteen. The moment the tender and white meat was exposed, Song Zhuangtong's eyes dimmed, and he stared at his food with wolf-like eyes.