Overwinter

On the first day of the new year, I slept until noon. Fortunately, there were no relatives to visit here, and the quiet year was all reserved for the family members. Wen Yan got up without any burden.As if realizing that he had gone too far last night, Song Zhuangtong prepared lunch, took Song Jing to eat lunch, and the two of them sat at the table to do their homework.

This scene is very rare, the movement of Wen Yan going out made Song Zhuangtong look up at him.The moment their eyes met, Wen Yan shyly looked away, unwilling to look at him.

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue lightly, it seems that he really played too much.

Mr. Wen has a thin skin and can't bear to be forced to watch the looming love affairs on the French windows.

"You write it yourself."

Song Zhuangtong walked up to Wen Yan's side, and skillfully put his palm on his waist.

"Is it better?"

Wen Yan gently pulled his hand away, glanced at the dishes on the table, and went to the kitchen with a bowl in one hand to heat it up.

Song Zhuangtong followed into the kitchen, leaning against the table, his tone aggrieved: "You don't talk to me on the first day of the new year?"

Wen Yan insisted: "You asked for it."

"Teacher Wen, don't wear such a thing." Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Yan's chin. Teacher Wen's cheeks were soft and tender. Song Zhuangtong really loved the feel of this hand, and every time he had to pinch him to force him to come over Looking at himself, he couldn't help but peck him hard.

There was innocence and shame in Wen Yan's eyes, Song Zhuangtong pinched his nose and said, "Don't be angry, I won't be like this next time."

Wen Yan became even more annoyed when he mentioned the bed incident last night. He slapped Song Zhuangtong's hand away and said, "I'm starving to death, help me heat the food."

"Good Mr. Wen." Song Zhuangtong replied.

Song Jing doesn't need to go to school, and Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong don't need to go to work. The three of them spend their days at home fumbling with online tutorials and following them to make delicious food.

Wen Yan bought Song Jing a huge set of Lego blocks with the New Year's money. The advantage of developing Song Jing's hobby is that the empty home has gradually been filled with the works that the three of them put together.

In addition to building blocks at home, Song Jing can now freely follow them to the supermarket, and even walk through the potato chip area by himself, taking his favorite potato chips back to the car.

Song Jing's mental state has improved a lot with the naked eye, and he has become more talkative, but every time he is asked a question, he still needs a period of silent thinking.In a comfortable environment for a long time, he rarely has emotional breakdowns.

During the period at the beginning of the new year, it seems that everything is slowly progressing for the better.

The new semester is coming in the aftermath of winter. On the first day of school, the sun has not been seen for a long time, and the whole school is illuminated by bright light.Students carrying small schoolbags flocked into the classroom, all with bright faces, chirping to talk to classmates they hadn't seen for a long time.

Wen Yan continued to lead his own class. Parents and students were familiar with him, but this semester the math teacher was replaced. After taking all the maternity leave, Teacher Zhong returned to school and was assigned to be Wen Yan's class teacher. Mathematics teacher and deputy class teacher.

It is a very comfortable thing to work with familiar colleagues. When the parents brought the students to report, they asked about the situation of the new math teacher, and they warmly praised: "Ms. Zhong is very good at teaching mathematics. The rate is the first in the whole grade."

How to say, parents are very concerned about their children's learning, except for a few parents who only care about when Teacher Wen leaves work.

"I will take you to eat pork belly wrapped chicken at noon, how long will it be over?"

Wen Yan glanced at the queue behind, and said, "It should be here soon, find a place to sit and wait for me for a while."

The tall and handsome parents were very eye-catching. Many students stared at Song Zhuangtong and asked Song Jing in a low voice if this was his father.

Song Zhuangtong is not good at dealing with children, just one Song Jing already made his head big, and now several of them are surrounded at once, Song Zhuangtong looks a little stiff, and looks at Teacher Wen who is watching a play as if asking for help.

The children didn't move their hands or feet, just stared at him with naked eyes, and discussed loudly about the tall man who barely squeezed into the student seats.

Wen Yan was in a good mood and laughed a lot.

"Students who have already registered have to go home with their parents. Tomorrow is a holiday on Sunday, and classes will start on Monday next Monday. There will be a school-wide physical examination on Monday afternoon. Everyone remember to bring all the materials."

These words have been said dozens of times in the morning, and Wen Yan's throat is dry, and he will declare it again in the parent group later, but Wen Yan is very clear that even after saying so many times, some students will still miss it. Medical examination information.

They were conducting the student physical examination once a year, and they needed to complete several items. Fortunately, with the help of Teacher Zhong, the two of them maintained order together.

The Academic Affairs Office has already arranged the inspection time for each class, and the head teacher only needs to take the students to the corresponding place for inspection according to the schedule.

In addition to taking the students to check, sorting out their medical examination materials is also a hassle.

Considering that Teacher Zhong has a baby at home, Wen Yan took over the job of delivering the road team so that Teacher Zhong could go home early.

After sending the students away, Wen Yan led Song Jing back to the office.

"Your dad is late again. I've packed up the medical examination materials at school, and I'm too lazy to take them home."

Song Jing sat on a chair with his big schoolbag on his back. The big chair in the teacher's office was very comfortable. He dangled his legs and kept his gaze on Wen Yan at the desk.

"I saw your physical examination information card. Your last physical examination was only 65 pounds? This is too thin." Wen Yan raised his eyes and glanced at Song Jing. He has been raised a lot recently, and he probably has an appetite This matter really has a lot to do with mentality. It made Song Jing go from not being interested in anything to eating snacks now. Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong worked hard for Amway. As a result, after Song Jing was successfully planted, They also felt that these snacks on the market were not healthy enough.

Song Jing stared at him in a daze.

Wen Yan slightly hooked his lips at him, and turned his eyes back with a smile, and his eyes fell on the blood type.

Type O blood.

Type O blood?

Wen Yan who suddenly looked up surprised Song Jing. He stared blankly at Wen Yan picked up the mobile phone at hand and called Song Zhuangtong.

"Have you arrived?" His tone was a little anxious, Wen Yan seemed to realize that his mood was fluctuating violently, he took a deep breath, and added, "School is over early, and you are the last one again."

Song Zhuangtong drove the speakerphone in the car, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll pick up my two children right away."

As soon as he got in the car, Song Zhuangtong noticed that something was wrong with Wen Yan, and after glancing twice, Song Zhuangtong withdrew his eyes and focused on driving.

The car parked firmly in the garage, Wen Yan said, "Song Jing, go wash your hands and eat first."

Song Jing has always listened to Wen Yan's words very much, he slowly pushed open the door of the back seat, and slowly got out of the car with his schoolbag in his arms.

Song Zhuangtong took Wen Yan's hand in the middle, took it to his lips and kissed it, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two mentalities of wanting to ask and not daring to ask have been fighting in Wen Yan's heart for a long time. He never figured out why Song Zhuangtong could hide this matter all the way. The reason for not confessing is because the relationship is not that close. ?Then he asked rashly, would it be too much?

Wen Yan rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, subconsciously increased the strength in his hands when he asked this sentence, and squeezed Song Zhuangtong's hand tightly.

"Whose child is Song Jing?"

Song Zhuangtong was taken aback by his question.

Wen Yan sighed and said, "I saw his blood type."

Song Zhuangtong also thought about taking the initiative to confess to Wen Yan, but he didn't know what to prove by letting Wen Yan know that Song Jing was not his child. He clearly wanted everyone to recognize Song Jing as his child, but he didn't want Wen Yan to know that Song Jing was his child. I feel that I am an irresponsible old man who talks about women and men.

Song Zhuangtong quietly heaved a sigh of relief that the matter that had been lingering in his heart was marked with a comma by mistake.

He clutched Wen Yan's hand decadently, his throat was choked twice so that he didn't know what to say, he was used to taking all the responsibilities on himself, and he was always cautious in the face of all the pressure, seemingly unrestrained There are too many difficulties and troubles in a comfortable life.

Running counter to the family, the status of his sister is uncertain, Song Jing's repeated illnesses, no one has ever heard what is the reason for his insistence on going his own way, and now he has an outlet to confide, but Song Zhuangtong doesn't know where to start.

The long silence made Wen Yan realize that Song Zhuangtong's mood was not right, and he reached out to hold Song Zhuangtong's face.

His eyes were reddish, and the rare show of weakness was written in his deep eyes, and each breath became heavier.

Wen Yan frowned at him, pressed his forehead against Song Zhuangtong's, and softly comforted him: "What's wrong? I'm here, tell me anything you want to say, and I'll listen."