Overwinter

It is a distressing and satisfying thing to spy on the fragility of a lover.

Being able to share each other's weaknesses is a great improvement in the relationship, but after hearing the other's exposed scars, I can't help but feel sorry for him.

"I haven't cried yet, why are you crying?" Song Zhuangtong chuckled twice, and reached out to wipe Wen Yan's cheek.

"I haven't cried yet." Wen Yan sniffed.

Song Zhuangtong looked at him, the lingering tenderness in his eyes wrapped Wen Yan tightly: "Then your eyes are so red."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, Song Jing will be my son in the future, and I will raise him with you."

Song Zhuangtong patted the back of his head: "Haven't you been Song Jing's old mother?"

Wen Yan chased him out of the car and slapped him on the back: "Don't talk nonsense."

The two entered the house side by side. Song Jing looked up suddenly, his eyes were full of sparkle. He is a child who is more sensitive than anyone else. The tense atmosphere in the car has always made Song Jing very uneasy. Now they finally have a harmonious atmosphere. , Song Jing's whole person became brilliant.

After vomiting out the things that had been suppressed in his heart for many years, Song Zhuangtong felt relaxed. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me cook today."

His culinary skills can't be put on the table, so he can only cook a bowl of green vegetables, which makes Song Jing feel comfortable, because the stir-fried green vegetables are too unpalatable, and Wen Yan pulled them off the table, so he doesn't have to be forced to eat them Nasty vegetables too.

After buying the car, Wen Yan felt that it was much more convenient. If the food in the cafeteria at noon was unpalatable, he could still drive the car and take Song Jing outside for a meal at any time.

Teacher Zhong moved to the office of their grade group, at the desk next to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan noticed Mr. Zhong's obvious gloomy mood after he answered the phone, and he asked, "Mr. Zhong, what's wrong with you?"

Teacher Zhong sighed, unable to hold back the strong emotions, and even cried a little when he spoke.

"My husband said he did not agree to the divorce."

Wen Yan was frightened: "Divorce?"

"Yes, I mentioned it years ago. I wanted my child to talk to me. After the negotiation, he was unwilling. Now he is no longer willing to continue talking with me about this issue."

Wen Yan was very surprised: "Why are you going to divorce suddenly?"

Teacher Zhong looked tired, she rubbed her temples, and sighed: "It's not sudden, I've thought about it for a long time, he is really irresponsible, he is incompetent as a father, incompetent as a husband, and incompetent as a son. "

Every family has difficulties, and Wen Yan didn't like to comment too much. He sighed and patted Teacher Zhong on the shoulder lightly.

When school was over in the afternoon, Wen Yan saw Teacher Zhong's red and swollen eyes. She must have cried. She was in poor condition, so Wen Yan suggested, "Why don't I drop by and take you back later? It's okay to see you like this." Not good for driving."

Teacher Zhong nodded in thanks: "Then I will trouble you."

"It's just a small matter, don't be polite."

Wen Yan drove to and from get off work by himself, so there was no need for Song Zhuangtong to pick him up every day.I don't know what he's been up to lately, and he's been running to Beijing frequently. Wen Yan felt that it should be his family's business, so he didn't ask much, and took Song Jing to and from get off work every day.

"Mr. Wen, I wanted to ask you before, is Song Jing your relative?"

Wen Yan thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes, they are my relatives who are closer."

Teacher Zhong nodded and said, "No wonder you often see him following your ass. This kid is introverted and doesn't like to talk to others. When I was in class, he just nestled in his seat and played with his hands. I don't know if he listened."

While talking, Song Jing, who had put his schoolbag on his back, slowly climbed into the back seat. He glanced at Mr. Zhong in the passenger seat, and then silently looked away.

Wen Yan looked at the little boy in the rearview mirror, and asked aloud, "Song Jing, don't you want to say hello to Teacher Zhong?"

Song Jing first looked up at him, then carefully looked at Mr. Zhong, and finally said in a small voice, "Hello, Mr. Zhong."

Teacher Zhong bent his lips and said, "Song Jing, how are you?"

Teacher Zhong is the teacher who is about the same age as Wen Yan. She is two years older than Wen Yan, and the two of them chatted a lot in common. As they chatted along the way, Song Jing fiddled with the building blocks in his hand in the back seat. Wen Yan stopped the car downstairs at Mr. Zhong's house.

"Thank you for sending me back." Teacher Zhong thanked.

She opened the car door and got out of the car, and within two steps, Wen Yan behind her followed her with her bag.

"Mr. Zhong, you left something behind."

"The bell!" A man's voice came from not far away, Wen Yan and Mr. Zhong looked up, and there was Mr. Zhong's husband standing downstairs in the community, looking at them both fiercely.

Wen Yan was a little surprised at his unkindness, but still smiled and nodded to him.

"Mr. Wen, see you tomorrow."

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go first."

After returning to the car, Wen Yan turned his head to make sure that Song Jing was still sitting obediently.From a distance, he saw Teacher Zhong and her husband half a meter away. The couple who were about to divorce seemed to have a bad relationship. It wasn't until the two of them disappeared at the door that Wen Yan drove home.

Song Zhuangtong has been traveling to Beijing a lot recently, but Wen Yan still goes to and from get off work as usual, so it's convenient to take Song Jing along with him.

It's just that something happened again this day. Teacher Zhong's husband went to school.

It was time to do exercises, and the entire playground was full of students. Teacher Zhong's husband entered the school on the grounds that he was giving something to Teacher Zhong.

For a while, the students turned their heads to watch, and many teachers came to help fight, and Wen Yan also walked from the front of the line to the back to help.

"Are you crazy? Let me go!" Mr. Zhong's face was flushed with anger as he was holding his arm tightly. Several teachers surrounded the two of them. Wen Yan asked a student to call the security guard at the door.

"This is the school. If you let her go, the security guards will be here soon."

At this moment, the violent man lost his mind, and when he saw Wen Yan, his face became even more ugly. He pointed at Wen Yan's nose and cursed, "What the hell are you? You think I don't know about the dirty things between you and Zhong Sheng ? Cuckold me, do you want to die?"

These words made both Wen Yan and Mr. Zhong's faces very ugly. He frowned tightly and said sharply, "I advise you not to talk nonsense. You must bear legal responsibility for slandering people."

"Slander? Are you afraid? Isn't it embarrassing to come to school?"

Teacher Zhong pulled his arm away forcefully, and exclaimed: "Are you sick? What are you talking about? Are you disgusting? You play around outside by yourself and beat him upside down."

"You fucking say it again?" The fierce forward movement was stopped by several male teachers. A school leader noticed the movement here and immediately asked the physical education teacher to arrange the students to stay in the classroom. Several security guards surrounded him.

A female teacher hugged Teacher Zhong and comforted her in a low voice.

A farce made it very ugly. In addition to colleagues and leaders, many students also saw it.

Teacher Zhong's husband was taken away by the security guards, and the school leaders called Teacher Zhong and Wen Yan to the office to talk.

Teacher Zhong expressed his apology and clarified his relationship with Wen Yan.

"Mr. Wen was also dragged into it by innocence. Mr. Zhong, you have to handle your own family affairs well. You see, this trouble has come to the unit. It's too ugly for so many students to watch." The principal said coldly.

Teacher Zhong shed tears silently, and she responded with choked up sobs. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, the principal couldn't criticize him too much, so he asked them both to go back to the office.

As soon as he left the principal's office, Teacher Zhong scolded in a low voice: "He is really a lunatic, I must divorce him."

Wen Yan sighed, and said, "Why don't you go back to rest today, and I'll watch the afternoon class for you."

Teacher Zhong nodded, and instead of going back to the office, he left the school and took a taxi home.

Although Teacher Zhong's husband only said a few ugly words when he was mad, the power of gossip should not be underestimated. On the way back to the office, he heard teachers from other grade groups discussing his relationship with Teacher Zhong.

Wen Yan paused for a while, and after listening to all the embellished and ugly words, he packed up his mood and went back to the classroom.