Overwinter

Wen Yan bought several books, and the bookstore owner recommended him some introductory books on gardening.In the afternoon, the sun was still soft, but it was not warm. Wen Yan sat by the window with a cup of coffee on a small table. He leaned comfortably on the chair and read a book. Cast a shadow on the paper.

At this time, the mobile phone placed next to the coffee cup buzzed and vibrated. Wen Yan put down the book in his hand, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. After answering the phone, Song Zhuangtong's hoarse voice made his body stiffen suddenly.

It was like a sudden drop in temperature, the coldness of the whole body was accompanied by a sense of suffocation, the coffee splashed from the cup wet a large piece of paper, Wen Yan heard his own stiff voice: "Acute leukemia?"

"Yes, the person has been hospitalized now." Through the transparent window on the door of the ward, Song Zhuangtong looked at Song Jing who was crying so weakly, and comforted Wen Yan, "As long as you can find a matching bone marrow, you can perform the operation immediately. .”

Mr. Song was in politics when he was young, and he met a lot of people when he was still in power. Even if he abdicates, the new generation of the next generation is also cultivated by him, and the old Song family has several lines that are well-known in various industries. From the beginning of Shengshui, their family is like a big tree with deep roots, rooted in the city of Beijing.

Mr. Song acted resolutely, consulted many experts, and tried his best to search for a suitable bone marrow. With the help of the Song family, Song Zhuang felt relieved a lot.

Mother Song stood at the end of the corridor, looking at Song Zhuangtong who looked much more gentle after making the phone call from a distance. She sighed and asked Mr. Song next to him.

"Are you really going to do this? Joking about Song Jing's life, you're going to push Zhuang Tong into a hurry."

"Then what can I do? Don't you just want this grandson Song Jing?" As he said, Mr. Song frowned, showing disgust, "He is still an idiot, saying that he bleeds the blood of our old Song family , I feel ashamed."

Mother Song's eyes were slightly red, she covered her face and said, "She should have killed the child at that time."

After the child was born, he wouldn't turn himself into a psychopath and go to the hospital, causing Song Zhuangtong's relationship with them to be completely broken.

However, the relationship has eased up a bit recently. Mother Song brought some food over and advised Song Zhuangtong to go home to rest first, to replenish her energy before coming to the hospital to take care of Song Jing.

"I don't need to rest, I'm not sleepy."

Song Zhuangtong had some stubble on his chin, and with a calm face, he rejected Mother Song's proposal.

"Then you should go back and take a shower, you smell your body, it smells bad." Mother Song said disgustedly.

Song Zhuangtong came closer and smelled his clothes, he suddenly remembered that he should be disgusted by Wen Yan for being so dirty, so he nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll come back after I take a shower and change my clothes."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mother Song looked at him melancholy, but still couldn't hold back and shouted: "Zhuang Tong..."

Song Zhuangtong turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

In front of him was his son who was already a head or two taller than him.I don't know when, the son who was born in October was no longer close to her, he was like an enemy when he saw each other, and he quarreled at every turn, the family didn't look like a home, and the family didn't look like a family.

Her eyes were moist, her throat was choked, and finally she shook her head silently.

Song Zhuangtong felt that something was wrong, but his exhaustion prevented him from thinking too deeply. After taking a shower at home, Song Zhuangtong went downstairs to buy a cup of coffee, braced himself up and went back to the hospital.

Song Jing's mental state is very poor now, and the only person he trusts is himself.

There was no one in the empty corridor, and Song Zhuangtong's shoes made a heavy sound on the floor. The quiet hospital made him panic for no reason. He quickened his pace and ran to Song Jing's ward, suddenly When I opened the door, the room was empty.

Song Zhuangtong froze for a while in astonishment, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and was about to leave, when he bumped into Mr. Song's secretary outside the door.

"Where is Song Jingren?"

The secretary adjusted his glasses, and said in a business-like manner: "It has been transferred to a better hospital."

Song Zhuangtong showed sullen expression, and asked in a deep voice, "Which hospital? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

The secretary didn't speak any more, but handed Song Zhuangtong a mobile phone. The phone was showing the interface of talking. Song Zhuangtong held the phone to his ear, and the voice of old man Song came slowly.

"I took Song Jing away, and I will notify you as soon as I find a matching bone marrow."

Song Zhuangtong clutched the phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and he shouted: "I want to see him."

The person on the phone seemed to have expected Song Zhuangtong's reaction long ago. He was like a presiding judge with a sickle, and every word he said was without warmth.

"You can't see him, and you can't see me. I only have one request. Obediently come back and marry Miss Lin who was arranged last time. I will take care of Song Jing. But whether the operation can be performed smoothly and the person is cured? look at you."

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were blood red with anger, and he smashed the phone into the corner. The force of his rage caused the phone to shatter in an instant, and the cracks like spider webs covered the entire screen, Song Zhuangtong was so angry that he was breathing heavily.He knew that his condition was no longer suitable for driving, but he ran towards the parking lot uncontrollably.

The secretary watched Song Zhuangtong's speeding car from a distance, took out another mobile phone from his pocket, and called Mr. Song.

"He drove away."

"You send someone to follow." Mr. Song said in a deep voice.

The relationship that was supposed to be eased suddenly collapsed in an instant, Song Zhuangtong stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and rushed directly towards the old house. The cleaners at the door were frightened by his resolute appearance, and looked sideways.

The result made Song Zhuangtong very disappointed, but it was also within his expectation.

Song Zhuangtong, who didn't find anyone, panted heavily, and after punching the wall hard with his clenched fists, he let out a low panting sound of pain.

It was the same last time, obviously they were relatives whose blood was thicker than water, but every time they were their threats, Song Zhuangtong was forced into a desperate situation every time and had nothing to do.

Wen Yan read a book in the afternoon, and dozed off by the window, and fell asleep until after six o'clock. The sky outside the window was gloomy, and a huge black cloud enveloped the entire town. Pedestrians who quickened their pace to go home, Wen Yan wrapped himself in a thick quilt and looked at it for a while, then got up and ordered a bowl of noodles for himself.

The simple dinner brought him back to the time before he met Song Zhuangtong. It is difficult to miss the monotonous and boring days in such a satisfying and happy time.Wen Yan washed the dishes and mopped the floor again, and it was only around eight o'clock.

The days without Song Zhuangtong by my side, time passed very slowly, I always didn't know what to do to get through it, and I didn't know when I should wait until Song Zhuangtong came back.

A video call was made, and the long and noisy ringtone waiting to be connected kept drilling into Wen Yan's mind. The unstoppable sound broke his peace, revealing the arrogance and petty emotions that were spoiled by his lover.

Wen Yan made another video call, but before he got connected, Wen Yan suddenly remembered that Song Zhuangtong might be busy with Song Jing's business and had no free time.

Thinking so, Wen Yan coaxed himself to settle down, then sat on the sofa, chose a movie and started watching.

No communication, no popcorn, no mood swings, no Song Zhuangtong.

Wen Yan sighed, not at all interested, he picked up the phone again, thinking that even if he was busy with Song Jing's affairs, he would really like to know.

The third call was a mobile phone call. After beeping for a long time, the other party picked it up.

"How do you—"

The loud music made Wen Yan frowned instantly, he was sure that Song Zhuangtong was definitely not staying with the hospital.

"I'm busy, I'll see you later." The anxious voice was drowned in the noise, and after hanging up the phone with a beep, Wen Yan froze in place, the brief seconds of noise just now seemed to be his hallucination.

Song Zhuangtong is really busy with Song Jing's affairs at the moment. Although he was born in a powerful family, he hated making friends of the same class since he was a child, hated hypocritical socializing, and had few good relationships in the circle.

But what makes people feel powerless and painful is that these fake friends who make him look down on him have to come to pretend to be false at critical moments.In today's bureau, there is the son of the director of the private hospital where Song Jing was transferred, but that hospital was sealed off by Mr. Song's order, and all the patients were transferred. Where did Song Jing go, and what is the situation now? , Song Zhuangtong has no way of knowing.

After Song Zhuangtong was downed with half a bottle of whiskey, the Second Generation Ancestor next to him patted him lightly on the shoulder, put one hand on Song Zhuangtong's waist openly, and said with a smile: "You can drink quite well. It's a good fit—"

The scarlet red in Song Zhuangtong's eyes flickered, and he cast a stern gaze over him, which made the Second Patriarch's face turn pale in fright: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Song Zhuangtong breathed heavily, and his breath was filled with the smell of wine that paralyzed his nerves. He grabbed the half-remaining bottle of 10,000+ expensive wine with his backhand, and smashed the bottle violently, causing a commotion in the room. With the collar of the second generation ancestor holding the bottle mouth in the other hand, he pushed him on the sofa with his elbow, smelled of alcohol, and cursed word by word: "Accompany you to be paralyzed, and you are worthy?"