Overwinter

The imaginary embarrassing wechat private chat didn't happen. Wen Yan thought that after the summer vacation was passed safely, he wouldn't need to worry about it anymore.

Wen Yan is usually busy with work, except for weekends, he is basically busy with school affairs. It is not easy to come to the long vacation, Song Zhuangtong simply leaves all the car dealership business to Lao Wan, and takes Wen Yan to play with Song Jing everywhere.

Wen Yan can't even remember how long it has been since he went out for a trip. When people's spiritual world is not satisfied enough, they are not interested in these icing on the cake.This time Song Zhuangtong took him and Song Jing to play around, watching mountains and seas, eating and drinking, living a chic and comfortable life.

A week before school started, Wen Yanren was still in Sanya, and the principal called him.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Zhong left this semester."

Wen Yan replied: "Yes, I know about it, has the new counselor been arranged yet?"

"The new head teacher and new counselor have already been arranged, and I need to trouble you to drag them to the parent group."

Wen Yan frowned upon hearing this: "New head teacher? I haven't left my job."

The principal sighed and said: "Mr. Wen, I think you are usually a clear-cut person. As a teacher, you should have a healthy private life and don't make your reputation too bad. Our town is only this big. , something happened, everyone will know after a few days.”

Wen Yan, who was inexplicably scolded, was a little annoyed, and he asked back, "Since when did I have an unhealthy private life?"

"A parent reported to me that you are gay."

The blood rushed to his brain almost instantly, and Wen Yan almost cursed. After a long silence, Wen Yan said forcefully: "Then I'm resigning now, shouldn't it affect the school's job arrangement? Or did you call just to hint? I resigned myself?"

Seeing what he said, the principal hurriedly added: "Of course I didn't mean that. We have already arranged a new position for you. Isn't Mr. Liu, who is in charge of logistics in our school, promoted to the Education Bureau? This is just a vacant position. location, I want to ask if you are willing to do it."

Wen Yan clenched his fists tightly, he was trembling with anger, and his tone was rarely mocking: "Then, are you going to schedule classes for me?"

"This... We have recruited a lot of temporary teachers this semester. Teacher Li has already made arrangements for the class. You can also relax."

Wen Yan sneered, and asked, "If you let a gay teacher stay in your school, aren't you afraid that the parents will come and report it again?"

The principal's attitude towards Wen Yan is not surprising. Those who work in the education industry are more or less arrogant, and he has also dealt with such incidents.When I was the principal in high school, there were teachers who fell in love with students, and he was responsible for interviewing and expelling them all. It's just that Wen Yan didn't make any mistakes in principle, so it's not good for him to expel him directly. It couldn't be better if arrogance drives people away.

"Wen Yan, you also know that the school has such a close relationship with the parents. There have been several calls to report. Many parents have already had opinions on you. You make it difficult for me to do things."

Wen Yan held back his words, he was so angry that he didn't know which sentence to say first, and he didn't know which sentence to knock down the principal with a strong sense of logic. He knew that no matter what he said, it was impossible to continue to be the head teacher up.

Song Zhuangtong didn't expect Wen Yan to sit on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand and his eyes were red with anger when he just went out to buy a meal.Song Zhuangtong put down the packing box in his hand, hurriedly approached and asked, "What's wrong?"

The principal on the other end of the phone was still pretending to be a good person, talking about the disadvantages of this incident to the school, Wen Yan cut off the phone, and the psychological defense line he had built fell apart the moment he saw Song Zhuangtong, his lips trembled viciously Squeeze out a word from your throat.

"I have been taking it since the first grade of our class..."

Although Song Zhuangtong didn't understand what happened, he still hugged Wen Yan into his arms first.

"Don't cry, just tell me slowly."

Halfway through the pacification, Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold back after listening to Wen Yan's narration.

"Damn this crappy school, who really thinks it's rare to go? Who do you look down upon by sending you a job of cooking and washing dishes? You won't be allowed to take classes?"

Wen Yan choked for a moment, and explained in a low voice: "The logistics are not in the cafeteria."

Song Zhuangtong pressed his wrist and said, "Forget it, I don't want you to attend this class for a long time, so it's just right to resign."

Wen Yan sighed, rubbed his fingers on his temples, and said, "When I get back, I'll go to the school and talk to the principal in person."

The journey was dulled by this sudden change. On the way to leave Sanya by plane, Song Jing's face was so pale that Song Zhuangtong was taken aback.

Wen Yan covered Song Jing's forehead with his palm to check his body temperature, and found nothing abnormal. He frowned and said, "Why do you look so weak?"

Song Zhuangtong leaned in front of Song Jing and asked in a low voice, "What's uncomfortable?"

Song Jing lifted his heavy eyelids and glanced at him, then whispered, "Sleepy."

Song Zhuangtong rubbed his forehead, and said to Wen Yan: "I guess I haven't had a good rest, you should sleep for a while, Song Jing's face is not as ugly as yours."

Wen Yan sighed, "When I think about school, I get irritable."

Song Zhuangtong was most displeased to see Wen Yan's sad face, he said, "Blame me for insisting on holding hands with you that day, it's my fault."

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to hold Song Zhuangtong's hand, and said in a low voice: "It's not your fault, this place is only so big, and sooner or later someone will bump into it. Are we going to hide from dating for the rest of our lives?"

Song Zhuangtong grabbed his hand and put it on his face, and comforted him: "It's just right to quit your job, and you can also take care of your body. I can earn enough to support my family by myself."

"I'm not worried about money, but I can't bear to part with a room full of students, all of whom I watched grow up..."

Wen Yan even imagined what his class would be like when it was promoted to the sixth grade, and the preset idea of ​​sending them to junior high school was forced to stop, Wen Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Zhuangtong also knows that Wen Yan is a soft-hearted person, easy to give affection, a gentle and kind heart always supports and protects others, the more such a person, the more painful it is when digging important people out of his heart, The harder it is to get in his heart again.

Wen Yan failed to go to the school to find the principal, and he caught a bad cold the next day after arriving home, so he stayed in bed to recuperate.

Seeing that he was still depressed and irritable about the school, Song Zhuangtong was a little angry, so he directly picked up Wen Yan's mobile phone and helped him resign on his own initiative.

"Song Zhuangtong! What are you doing?"

Wen Yan was a bit overwhelmed by the drop in temperature as autumn approached. He was already in poor health, and even more so when he was sick.

"Can you take care of yourself first? Are you still confused about the priorities?" Song Zhuangtong was annoyed that he had an infusion needle in his hand and rushed to grab the phone. He simply locked the person on the bed by his shoulders, Wen Yan still Writhing and struggling, Song Zhuangtong grabbed Wen Yan's neck with his elbow, and said viciously, "Wen Yan, be more honest."

Wen Yan didn't have the slightest ability to resist at the moment, he choked up and said, "Give me back the phone."

"Do you have to go to this shit class?" Song Zhuangtong said angrily.

Wen Yan's pale lower lip was red from biting his teeth, he stared into Song Zhuangtong's eyes, the anger in the other's eyes made Wen Yan extremely aggrieved, and he said, "I don't need you to make decisions for me."

Song Zhuangtong got up and left with his mobile phone, leaving a sentence in a cold voice: "You will have the right to make decisions when your body recovers."

This little quarrel ended when Song Zhuangtong entered the room with porridge and medicine. Wen Yan was still on his side and was unwilling to talk to him. Song Zhuangtong was impatient and directly pulled Wen Yan back, staring at him with burning eyes. Warm words.

Wen Yan also stared at him, as if unwilling to show weakness at all, he was still gritting his teeth, breathing hot and fast.

Song Zhuangtong relaxed first, and said, "Anyway, drink the medicine first."

Wen Yan glanced at the dark Chinese medicine on the bedside table, frowned and said, "Didn't you take the pill?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is better for regulating the body. Just hold back and drink it up as soon as you close your eyes."

Wen Yan was so annoyed that he was furious, like a child who found a reason to act coquettishly and lose his temper, he threw his body on the bed, grabbed the quilt and tried to cover his head.

Song Zhuangtong would not let him succeed, so he snatched the quilt out of Wen Yan's hand, touched Wen Yan's thin chin with his rough palm, and squeezed the little flesh left on his cheek with his fingers. stand up.

Song Zhuangtong's whole body covered Wen Yan, his sword eyebrows were slightly twisted, the condescending sense of oppression made Wen Yan stare at him without blinking, his moderately thick lips moved slowly, and said, "If you don't drink, I'll just take one sip at a time." For you, I must kiss you to death here tonight."