Overwinter

It is easy to make people cry, but very difficult to comfort them.

As if he had found some outlet to vent his emotions, Wen Yan was out of breath from crying, Song Zhuangtong was a little drunk, he was silent for a while, and then got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.

The cold wind blew away the dense smoke in front of him, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol intertwined in his nostrils. Song Zhuangtong silently swallowed a cigarette, then pulled the door of the back seat of the car, and let the weeping weeping Yan was pressed into his arms.

"Damn it, you didn't cry like this the last time you cried.

"I never thought of playing around outside, and it's not that I have such a strong need for everyone. I just want to be intimate with you because I like you so much. I will restrain myself in the future."

Song Zhuangtong patiently patted Wen Yan's shoulder lightly, Wen Yan sprayed his snot and tears on him, and finally stretched out his arms to hug Song Zhuangtong's waist.

Feeling his movements, Song Zhuangtong relaxed his tense heart, knelt down on the seat and hugged him by the waist, and asked softly, "How about going home?"

Wen Yan's eyes were red and swollen from crying. He looked at the tall man in front of him, he seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally reached out to wrap his arms around Song Zhuangtong's neck, and the initiative to hug Song Zhuangtong was the end of this misunderstanding.Song Zhuangtong carried him back to the room, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, tucked the quilt over Wen Yan, and was ready to take a bath.

Wen Yan dazedly grabbed Song Zhuangtong's clothes in a half-dream and half-awake state. Song Zhuangtong's heart softened because of his unconscious dependence. He was about to lift the quilt and go in to sleep with him for a while. It stinks."

The smell of tobacco and alcohol all over the body is really stinky.

Song Zhuangtong had no choice but to get up again to take a bath, and when the smell of tobacco and alcohol that Mr. Wen disliked disappeared, when he returned to the bed, the man was already fast asleep.

Wen Yan's flushed cheeks due to intense emotions were squeezed by sleeping on his side, and his eyelashes were still a little wet. He looked so pitiful after crying just now, Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to peck him.

Although the matter was explained clearly, Wen Yan was still troubled by the unharmonious bed life between the two of them.Song Zhuangtong suffered from not being sensitive and careful enough. Now that he sensed Wen Yan's emotions, he immediately told him that all the problems were only due to his poor health, so the first task now is to take good care of his body.

It's not good to invigilate the exam with swollen eyes. Wen Yan took out the glasses that he hadn't worn for a long time and put them on. After invigilating the exam in the morning, he still had to read the papers in the afternoon. After the last day of busy work, the long summer vacation was finally coming.

The intermittent colds before the holiday made Wen Yan lose most of his enthusiasm for work, and the work with too little time flexibility was not suitable for his body. After a few days of vacation and relaxing, Wen Yan's illness was almost healed.Song Zhuangtong very unreasonably attributed the cause of such a long illness to work, and once again persuaded Wen Yan to quit his job and take good care of his body at home.

"I don't want to sit at home doing nothing every day." Wen Yan sighed.

Song Zhuangtong said: "Then you can change jobs."

Being a teacher takes a toll on your body. Not only will you suffer from several deep-rooted occupational diseases, but you also have to be responsible for countless affairs, large and small, after a day of work.

Wen Yan suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhong had opened a shop by himself, and he asked, "How about I open a small shop by myself then?"

Song Zhuangtong nodded and asked, "What kind of store do you want to open?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, it still feels very far away."

The two were chatting, and Song Zhuangtong had already found a parking space and parked the car. Today, they left Song Jing at home and ran out to watch a movie and eat.

They all have their own busy affairs, and there is a kid at home, they haven't officially dated together for a long time.

There is always an air conditioner in the shopping mall. Wen Yan put on a thin coat, but he couldn't help taking it off halfway through the meal. After stripping off the coat, Wen Yan only wore a white T-shirt, which looked very similar to A simple and carefree male college student, puffing his cheeks, biting the tripe that Song Zhuangtong had cooked for him.

After living with Song Zhuangtong for a long time, Wen Yan's fragile stomach can be considered to have grown a bit, and Wen Yan can also enjoy the hot hot pot if he ordered it slightly spicy.

"You got the sauce on your nose." Song Zhuangtong reached out to help him wipe it off, "Eat carefully."

"This tripe is too hard to chew." Wen Yan gave up the idea of ​​biting the tripe into two pieces and eating it, and after barely stuffing the whole piece into his mouth, his mouth was so full that he couldn't speak anymore.

Song Zhuangtong chose a few smaller pieces and put them in the hot pot, staring at Wen Yan struggling to eat, he said with a smile: "Your mouth is not as big as Song Jing's, he can stuff two small steamed buns in one mouthful. "

Wen Yan's entire mouth was messed up, his red lips were wrapped in juice and sauce, and after being roughly wiped with paper, his lips became even more red.

"Don't give me anything, I can't eat anymore."

Song Zhuangtong has a good appetite, and his appetite is also good. After Wen Yan is full, he will order the remaining dishes on the table one by one, and when they are cooked, they will take them out and put them in Song Zhuangtong's bowl.It was still a bit strenuous for the two of them to order more than 400 dishes, and when Song Zhuangtong was also full, Wen Yan walked with him to the cinema on the top floor.

Wen Yan really can't handle holding hands outside openly, especially when the summer vacation is crowded with people, Wen Yan pulled his hand out of Song Zhuangtong's hand with some embarrassment, and whispered: "Can you restrain yourself? Wait a minute What if I meet the parents of my students?"

Wen Yan blushed and scolded him, and when they reached the top floor, the two went separately to get tickets and buy popcorn. They chose a recently released sci-fi movie. Wen Yan loved watching this series of movies very much, almost every single one of them.

After buying the popcorn, it was time for the opening of the movie. After entering the theater together, the darkening environment made Song Zhuangtong go wild, and his empty hand passed through Wen Yan's fingers, and he grasped them tightly.

"Mr. Wen, you have met the parents of the students." Song Zhuangtong whispered in his ear.

Wen Yan was so frightened that he looked around immediately, not only failed to pull out his hand, but was hooked by Song Zhuangtong with his little finger.

"Song Jing's parents." Song Zhuangtong added slowly.

Wen Yan glared at him, and tried to pull his hand out again angrily, but it still failed.

"Hurry up and find the location." Wen Yan whispered.

As a relatively popular series of movies, there are quite a lot of people watching the movie when it is released in the summer. Wen Yan watched it very attentively, and Song Zhuangtong on the side held his hand in his palm, kneaded it, and passed it from time to time. A piece of popcorn reached Wen Yan's lips.

The light in the movie theater changes with the screen. Song Zhuangtong's eyes are like an old, low-resolution camera that has been slowed down. Sitting next to me was a well-behaved and beautiful male college student, obviously not a few years younger than him, why did he look so tender.

After being pecked on the chin, Wen Yan pushed Song Zhuangtong's cheek away impatiently: "Don't bother me."

Song Zhuangtong was a little dissatisfied: "How can you date like this?"

Wen Yan handed him a hand for him to hold, and Song Zhuangtong clasped Wen Yan's hand to his lips, stamped several seals, and kissed him firmly again.

There was a lot of movement, and many people turned their heads to look at the two of them. Fortunately, the light was dim, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

After a movie, Song Zhuangtong ate a lot of Wen Yan's tofu with a shameless face. At first, he just held hands and kissed the backs of his hands, then he reached into his clothes and rubbed his waist, and even played with Wen Yan's left breast nipple with his fingers. Wen Yan didn't dare to make too much noise to resist, so Song Zhuangtong could enjoy Wen Yan's low panting very happily.

After watching the movie, Wen Yan's whole body was extremely red, especially his neck, which was red all the way to his ears.Wen Yan couldn't help but shake him off and wanted to leave, but Song Zhuangtong held him in the seat.

"Don't be angry, go back and play for you."

Wen Yan scolded angrily, "Rogue!"

Song Zhuangtong grabbed his hand with a smile, pecked at the palm, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I am a hooligan."

Song Zhuangtong, who was in a good mood after teasing his wife, insisted on holding hands and going out. Anyway, the theater was almost empty, so Wen Yan simply let him go. If he resisted, he might be bullied again.

It's just that the two of them had just walked to the entrance of the theater when they were suddenly stopped by a surprised "Teacher Wen".

A flash of panic flashed in Wen Yan's eyes. When he looked at Song Zhuangtong, the comfort in his eyes made Wen Yan calm down a little. Wen Yan turned his head and saw that he was indeed a parent of a student.

Adhering to the idea of ​​self-protection that teachers also have their own private lives, Wen Yan bent his lips towards her frankly and said, "What a coincidence."