Overwinter

"How soon will you be back?" Wen Yan asked in a low voice, lying on the bed after finishing the day's work.

Song Zhuangtong sensed that he was not in the right mood, and asked, "What's the matter? Did something happen today?"

Wen Yan let out a long sigh, and said: "Today, Teacher Zhong's husband came to the school to make a fuss, and he said something about me having an affair with Teacher Zhong. Many students and teachers were there at the time, making it very ugly."

"Ms. Zhong? Is that the one you visited last time?"

Wen Yan nodded and said, "She seems to have filed for divorce recently. The relationship between the two must be very tense."

Song Zhuangtong asked him: "You shouldn't have done anything misunderstood with Mr. Zhong, have you?"

Wen Yan's face darkened by two points: "What can I do to make people misunderstand?"

Song Zhuangtong choked, and was about to explain that he didn't mean it that way, but the person on the other end hung up the phone with a snap.

Wen Yan, who had been at school for a whole day, threw his phone away irritably, regardless of the video invitation Song Zhuangtong called, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Song Zhuangtong, who was left out hundreds of miles away, stared blankly at the phone screen for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly with a smile.

She's used to having someone by her side, but now she's sleeping alone, Wen Yan can't sleep well all night.

The grotesque dreams kept breaking and intertwining, and the oppressive feeling of being squeezed in the narrow space made it difficult for him to breathe. A circle of black figures whose faces could not be seen clearly raised their hands and pointed at him, accusing them one after another— —

"He's a man who meddles in other people's marriages."

"Is this kind of person worthy of being a teacher?"

"What? Gay? Is this more disgusting than being a mistress?"

"Can you drive him out of school? Is this how he is a teacher?"

"You won't teach my child to be gay, will you? Transfer to another school!" Gradually, the faces of the group of people were squeezed into horrible grimaces by the dream, and they rushed towards him one after another. Wen Yan was so frightened that his breath became short of breath and he ran away , but his legs seemed to be entangled by vines, and every time he lifted his legs, it was extremely strenuous. Seeing countless black shadows about to swallow him, Wen Yan shook his head indiscriminately, and suddenly woke up from his dream.

The devil-like voice was still echoing in his ears, Wen Yan panted heavily, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

The faint light outside the window leaked from the gap in the curtains, and the wind from the air conditioner was buzzing and dancing on the floor. Wen Yan covered his eyes with his arms and slowed down for a while before getting up.

He woke up too early, it was only past four o'clock, and there was a good night message from Song Zhuangtong yesterday in his phone, Wen Yan had already gone to bed and didn't reply.

Just as he was hesitating whether to send a good morning, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Wen Yan was so frightened that he shuddered.

Song Zhuangtong opened the door with a chill all over his body. He held the doorknob, apparently a little surprised by Wen Yan's sobriety.

"Why do you get up so early?"

"Why did you come back?"

Two voices sounded at the same time. Song Zhuangtong threw his coat on the ground as he walked towards the bed. He always wears a white T-shirt underneath. Usually, he can repair the car as soon as he takes off the coat, which is very convenient.The muscular arm muscles looked extremely strong, he lifted the quilt, put his hand around Wen Yan's waist, and leaned over to bite Wen Yan's soft and hot chin.

"What are you doing up so early?"

The familiar smell eased Wen Yan's feeling of being frightened by the nightmare a lot. He nestled obediently into Song Zhuangtong's arms, and whispered, "I had a nightmare."

Song Zhuangtong pecked his face one after another, snorted and said with a muffled laugh: "You can't sleep well without me sleeping beside you."

Back then, I was full of defensiveness and didn't even want to stay here.

Wen Yan pushed him twice, but Song Zhuangtong couldn't help but reach into the bed, found the familiar soft flesh and kneaded it, his tongue was playing evil on Wen Yan's sensitive ear.

"Since you wake up so early, let's do something serious to make you forget your nightmare."

Wen Yan couldn't refuse Song Zhuangtong's hooliganism, and he didn't want to refuse either.

As a result of the nonsense before going to work, Wen Yan couldn't clean up and wash up by himself. Song Zhuangtong drove the two of them to school. When getting out of the car, Wen Yan couldn't even step on his feet and almost fell to the ground.

"Are you okay? Why don't you ask for leave today?"

When Wen Yan turned his head to stare at him, the strawberry on his neck looked bright, which put Song Zhuangtong in a good mood.

"If someone asks about the thing on your neck, you can just say that your wife planted it. Next time, let's send them some wedding candy to stop their mouths."

Wen Yan held the car door and stood still, and said, "But there are some mouths that you can never stop."

After a night of precipitation, the rumors in the school became more and more bizarre. On the way into the classroom, Wen Yan felt a lot of probing eyes, some from the teachers and some from the students.Children don't quite understand many things, and their judgment is relatively poor, and they are often carried away by the ups and downs they hear.

Someone in Wen Yan's class also asked in a low voice if Teacher Wen and Teacher Zhong were a couple. In the past, students often joked like this, and everyone didn't take it seriously after being corrected every time, but the situation is different now, and Wen Yan calmed down. With a straight face, he corrected seriously: "Mr. Zhong and I are not a couple, we both have our own families, please don't talk nonsense."

It's easy to forget what the students said, but there are still many adults in the school, and it's inevitable to talk about these things when they get together, and even mention them in front of Wen Yan in a joking tone.

It's not easy to make a bad face, Wen Yan silently picked up the thermos to drink water.

"Ms. Wen, have you been bitten by a mosquito on your neck?" A young teacher with sharp eyes asked with a smile.

Wen Yan squeezed out a smile, and subconsciously covered the strawberry marks on his neck. He suddenly remembered what Song Zhuangtong said today, and after slowly putting down his hands, he replied, "It's not a mosquito, the one at home who likes to mess around says the weather isn't cold anymore, no It’s better to wear clothes with high collars.”

The young teacher smiled instantly and said, "Mr. Wen is so lucky, life is so sweet."

Wen Yan curled his lips and didn't continue talking.

Everything spreads fast. Yesterday everyone was still discussing whether Wen Yan and Mr. Zhong were really tricky, and today they were discussing what Wen Yan's girlfriend is like, and why they are so blatant.

Sometimes silence is also a way of clarification. Wen Yan's character in the school is obvious to all. After discussing the matter of Mrs. Zhong's husband making a fuss at school, many teachers will say that Wen Yan doesn't look like it. They have never had any close contact with such a person, and everyone has seen it.

Song Zhuangtong sent people off in the morning and had to pick them up in the afternoon, and he came on time, just in time to see Wen Yan surrounded by a group of students to say goodbye.

These children are naive and cute, Wen Yan had to wave goodbye one by one before leading their parents away.And the smile on Wen Yan's face was extremely gentle, he repeated goodbye and goodbye tirelessly, and waved goodbye to the students.

When everyone was astigmatized, Wen Yan took Song Jing back to the office to wait for someone, his eyes just met Song Zhuangtong's not far away, Wen Yan was in a good mood, and showed him a clean smile.

"So punctual today."

Song Zhuangtong walked towards the car side by side with him, and said: "I brought some beef back, Lao Wan gave it, you go back and fry it."

Wen Yan nodded. After getting in the car, he habitually went to adjust the temperature in the car, when his eyes suddenly fell on a paper bag in the middle.

"What is this?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at it while twisting the key, and said, "I bought it for you."

Wen Yan picked it up suspiciously, the red velvet box inside made his eyes freeze, but Song Zhuangtong's attitude didn't look like it...

Wen Yan opened it and saw that it was really a ring.

It was a low-key platinum ring, and Wen Yan subconsciously looked up at Song Zhuangtong with a surprised expression.

Song Zhuangtong raised his left hand to him, and said, "A pair, I wanted to buy gold ones, but they looked too ugly, so I bought a simpler one."

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Why did you give me the ring?"

Song Zhuangtong looked at him a little puzzled, as if wondering why Wen Yan would ask such a mentally retarded question.

"I've wanted to give it away for a long time. I'll set a trap for you so that everyone will know that you already have a family, so that you won't be messing around outside."

It just so happened that Wen Yan was caught in such a turmoil recently, Song Zhuangtong thought that he could put the ring gift on the agenda, and he even really wanted to send a circle of wedding candy to Wen Yan's office, but this was not approved by Wen Yan, he Don't dare to act without authorization.

Wen Yan looked at the ring in the box, and asked with a helpless smile, "Song Zhuangtong, will you let me put it on for you?"

There is a lot of traffic at the moment, and the intersection is crowded. Song Zhuangtong was staring at the road ahead, and said, "You can put it on yourself, ring finger."