Overwinter

Cycling in the cold wind is a very irrational choice, so Wen Yan has been taking the bus to work recently.On a sunny weekend, he was thinking of going to a shopping mall a little farther away to buy a cake to eat. Unexpectedly, halfway through the ride, the entire bicycle chain fell out.

Dealing with this matter is really beyond the scope of Mr. Wen's ability. He squatted beside the bicycle to check for a long time, and finally chose to go to the dealership to have a look.

When struggling to get the bicycle to the nearest garage, a thin layer of sweat had already secreted from Wen Yan's thick clothes, he was a little out of breath, he held his waist to catch his breath at the door of the garage, and was about to go in. A few noises were heard from inside.

"Is the money extorted on my head?"

"Clean your mouth for me."

"Isn't it just a fucking car?"

Then there was a huge bang and crashing sound. Someone smashed a car with something, and there was a lot of noise from inside. It was very lively.Wen Yan was so frightened that he froze in place, hesitating whether to go in or not.

Song Zhuangtong thought that the people he drove away who caused trouble a few days ago had lost their courage, but he didn't expect to come here again and feel unhappy.Song Zhuangtong is not a patient temper, the other party's attitude is arrogant, he simply smashed the car of the person who came to make trouble, the shop was a bit chaotic, then he went back to the front desk, took out a stack of red bills from the cashier and smashed them into pieces. Looking at the man's face, he said: "Be careful when buying a car in the future. If it breaks down, you will never find a shop here to repair it for you."

He cursed bad luck, lit a cigarette and walked towards the door, only to see the beautiful Chinese teacher in his son's class standing awkwardly at the door.Song Zhuangtong's mouth froze with a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly rolled his Adam's apple, and called, "Teacher Wen."

Wen Yan wore a white down jacket, his nose and cheeks were red from the cold, like a child who went out to play wildly during the Chinese New Year, a white mist slowly emerged from the bright red lips, and beside him was a An old bicycle, when he looked at him, his eyes were like black ink, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and he looked straight at Song Zhuangtong.

"Mr. Song."

"Are you here to fix the car?"

Song Zhuangtong wore a white vest on a cold day, sticking to his muscular muscles, as if he was sweating a little, the bulging muscles supported the white vest, and the two bulges on his chest looked inexplicable A little pornographic, taller than Wen Yan by a full head, when he looked down at Wen Yan, there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his indifferent eyes.

Wen Yan looked away a little embarrassed, looked down at his bicycle, and said, "The chain of my bicycle fell out."

Song Zhuangtong approached, checked his bicycle, and said, "It's a small matter."

The hormonal breath of men approached instantly, and he still had a cigarette in his mouth. As Song Zhuangtong approached, the smell of nicotine slowly surrounded the air around Wen Yan.

Wen Yan didn't like the smell of smoke, he secretly held his breath and looked at Song Zhuangtong who was close to him.

Song Zhuangtong lowered his body slightly, stretched out his hand to pick up Wen Yan's bicycle, and walked into the garage, realizing that Wen Yan was still standing there, he turned his head.

"Mr. Wen, don't you come in?"

As soon as Song Zhuangtong entered, several younger students came over, and one of them said, "Brother Song, let me take the bicycle."

Song Zhuangtong held the bicycle pole tightly and said, "I'll do it, you can find other things to do."

Only then did Wen Yan see what it looked like inside the garage.

There are several cars parked in the spacious garage, and there is a car near the right that looks like it has been vandalized. Two young students are picking up the debris. There is a scroll door on the left, and there is a car wash outside. , There are about a dozen people in a room, each busy with their own affairs.

"Mr. Wen, it's fixed."

Song Zhuangtong squatted on the ground and called out to him.

Wen Yan was taken aback by him, and reacted slowly. After blinking, he asked, "Is it so fast?"

He squatted like this, and the lines of his back were so strong and beautiful that it was impossible to move his eyes away.

"It's easy to install with a drop of the chain."

It's really not Song Zhuangtong's bragging. He has some experience and skills in this industry. He has repaired more cars than a car dealer sells. It's just that Mr. Wen's eyes are shining, and he looks like he wants to praise him. .

"Wow! You are amazing."

Sure enough, elementary school teachers praised speech skills according to the standard.

Song Zhuangtong tilted his head slightly, and warned himself not to keep up with the reaction speed of the corners of his mouth because of this little sweetness. He smiled and said, "Thank you."

Teacher Wen originally thought that Song Zhuangtong was a vicious and oppressive person in his bones, but his occupational disease allowed him to change his view of a person through the other party's latest performance.Teacher Wen also smiled, but it was different from Song Zhuangtong's. His lips were curved, his eyes were also curved, his nose was small and rosy, and he always seemed shy when he smiled.

"How much is it? Let me transfer it to you."

Song Zhuangtong was still immersed in the smile just now, a little bit unresponsive.

"Mr. Song?"

"Huh? Oh, it's okay, it's just a matter of little effort."

Wen Yan is always very sensitive to parental overtures. The head teacher of dozens of children has too many things to deal with, and there are countless student disputes to be resolved at ordinary times. He doesn't want to owe favors to any of the parents.

"That won't work, I'll go to the front desk to pay." Wen Yan was about to walk towards the front desk after speaking.

Song Zhuangtong wanted to hold him back, but he glanced at his pitch-black hand and said anxiously, "Wen Yan, you don't need to pay."

Changing from Teacher Wen to Wen Yan in an instant, this address made Wen Yan stop, turned his head and said, "It's really not possible——"

"Then treat me to a meal." Song Zhuangtong walked around in front of him, calmly blocking Wen Yan's way to the front desk, "I just happened to be busy all morning, and I haven't eaten anything yet."

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment.

"By the way, let me talk to you about Song Jing's situation at home."

Teacher Wen's occupation brought him many occupational diseases, as well as natural weaknesses. Whenever Song Jing was mentioned, Wen Yan's expression changed, and he said, "Okay."

Song Zhuangtong said: "Then wait for me for a while, I'll go wash my hands."

Wen Yan nodded, his eyes fell on Song Zhuangtong's bare arms, and he subconsciously said, "Put on some clothes, it's cold outside."

Song Zhuangtong turned his head and glanced at him, then said softly, "It's really cold."

Teacher Wen is very afraid of the cold, Song Zhuangtong said silently in his heart.

Even his iron body couldn't withstand the several degrees of weather to go for a stroll outside, Song Zhuangtong put Wen Yan's bicycle into the trunk, and then opened the passenger's door for him.

"Get in the car, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan wore a lot of clothes and moved very clumsily. He climbed into the passenger seat, then slowly pulled out the clothes that were pressing on his buttocks, and then put on the seat belt.

Song Zhuangtong sat in the driver's seat and watched him for a long time. When Wen Yan looked up at him, Song Zhuangtong asked him: "Is it all right?"

Teacher Wen nodded.

Very nice.

Song Zhuangtong drove the car to a wonton shop near his home, and he went in skillfully to order: "Boss, two bowls of small wontons."

The two found a small table and sat down face to face. While Wen Yan was still looking at the store, the little wontons were already served.

Two bowls are bigger than Wen Yan's face, each bowl contains more than 20 thin-skinned wontons with big stuffing, the shiny soup with green onion and seaweed floating in it looks very fresh, and has a tangy aroma Let Wen Yan whet his appetite, but——

"Why is it such a big portion?"

"This wonton is small, two in one mouthful, it's easy to eat." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan nodded, picked up the spoon, scooped up a wonton and ate it into his mouth. The taste of the fresh soup spread in his mouth. The filling of the wonton under the skin was fresh and fragrant, and the juice mixed with the meat rolled into his throat, warm. It's so comfortable to eat a bowl in winter.

"Is it tasty?"

Although it can be seen from Wen Yan's never stopping the action of the spoon that he likes it.

"good to eat."

Song Zhuangtong, who got an affirmative answer, was a little happy. He has been a father for a long time, and he is always very enthusiastic about feeding.

The wontons are delicious, but for Mr. Wen's big sesame stomach, more than 20 wontons are still too much to finish. Most of the wontons are left, Wen Yan felt that it was a waste, so he asked the boss to pack them for him.

After packing, Wen Yan handed over the payment code to pay, only 20 yuan.

After going out, Wen Yan was a little embarrassed and said, "Is it so affordable?"

Song Zhuangtong nodded: "That's right, his family has been making wontons for decades, and they always taste this way, and the price hasn't increased much."

Wen Yan said, "It's more than twenty for car repair."

He ate ten dollars himself.

Song Zhuangtong nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, why don't you invite me to eat wonton next time, okay?"

Teacher Wen thought about it, and was about to transfer the money to him directly, when Song Zhuangtong added: "I didn't have time to tell you about Song Jing's situation just now, let's talk about it next time."

Wen Yan continued to think about it for a while, and finally nodded.

"Then next time I have a chance, I'll invite you again."

Wen Yan, with red lips and white teeth, stood here, obediently carrying the packing box, his serious expression was so beautiful that you couldn't look away, Song Zhuangtong suddenly became addicted to cigarettes, and his throat was itchy badly.

He said: "Don't worry, there must be a chance."