Overwinter

It has been hot and cold recently, but the temperature is still low. Wen Yan expressly forbids students to go to the bathroom to wash their hands and play with water. After getting wet, it is easy to catch a cold.

Wen Yan's body has never recovered from that illness, and it is especially easy to relapse in winter.Wen Yan didn't want to take too much time off to go to the hospital. First, it would cost a lot of money. Second, the progress of the class has been lagging behind the class next door by two quarters, and it will be easy to suffer at the end of the semester.They are still in low grades and have little homework, but there are always students who can't finish their homework at school, so naturally they have to take them home to complete.

"Son, come here."

Song Jing was tinkering with the Lego in his hand, looking very serious.

Song Zhuangtong took another look at the list of students who hadn't finished their homework that Wen Yan posted in the parent group on the phone. It was really a "list" and Song Jing was the only one.

"Song Jing."

Song Zhuangtong tried to call him again, but Song Jing still didn't respond, only concentrating on playing with the Lego in his hand.

Song Zhuangtong clicked on Wen Yan's chat box, and played a voice for Wen Yan: "Mr. Wen, Song Jing is not very cooperative with homework."

Wen Yan was probably busy, so it took him a while to reply, and he said: Okay, I will ask him to write in the office when I go to school tomorrow.

Song Zhuangtong raised his eyebrows, and said to Song Jing: "Son, Dad is causing you trouble."

Song Jing held the Lego in his hand and innocently looked up at his father, as if thinking about what Song Zhuangtong was talking about.

Wen Yan said that when he went to school to teach Song Jing to do his homework, Song Zhuangtong was also very happy. He was not a patient father, let alone teach Song Jing to do his homework.Song Jing did everything slowly, and it was okay to copy it like Chinese homework. If it was replaced with math problems, Song Zhuangtong would get a little angry after teaching for a long time, and Song Jing looked at each other with such innocent eyes every time. He made Song Zhuangtong suffocate every time, and he was impatient to go to WeChat to complete a series of cumbersome check-in tasks assigned by the teacher.

The important thing for the lower grade classes is the establishment of rules. The school held several activities one after another, all about the construction of the style of study, one of which was the performance competition of the opening song, and the other was the road team exhibition competition.Wen Yan didn't care much about the various competitions in the school, which led the principal to talk to him a few times and asked him to lead the class to win some prizes.

Wen Yan is very Buddhist, but the school doesn't agree with the class teacher's approach to the school's various competitions with such a Buddhist attitude.

Being driven to the battlefield, Wen Yan had to start working overtime to bring back the progress of the competition. He recorded a dance performance of the opening song and posted it to the group, asking parents to let the students follow along after school. Songs are also given to concerts.

Song Zhuangtong was resting in the store when he received the video he sent to the group.Song Zhuangtong just had his car repaired, and now his whole body is dirty. After taking a shower in the bathroom of the store, he opened Wen Yan's video while smoking a cigarette.

He should have taken the photo in his office. In the background were several desks put together with various books and gadgets on them. Wen Yan was standing in the open space near the front of the office with a nervous expression on his face, and he was typing by his side. Keeping the beat, he waited until the music entered and he began to move.

Probably because he felt a little naive, Teacher Wen showed a shy smile on his face. He pursed his lips lightly, followed the lyrics, doing the dance moves of elementary school students, and sang along in a low voice.

He took off his heavy padded jacket, and the gray sweater inside wrapped his slender arms.In addition to the song in the background, there was also the laughter of the female teacher in the office. She was probably joking with him. Wen Yan also laughed along with his eyes.

Song Zhuangtong also laughed. He held his cheek with one hand, and a muffled smile escaped from his nasal cavity.

When he picked up his coat from the chair and got up, some practitioners asked him what he was doing.

Song Zhuangtong was in a good mood and said, "Teach my son to dance."

After he left, the student who asked the question turned his head: "Brother Song can still dance?"

Another person replied: "Brother Song, why can't you?"

He can fight, he can fix cars, he can take care of his son, and dancing is nothing.

The almighty Brother Song they talked about picked up Song Jing who was obediently eating the small cake prepared by his aunt after school, and said, "Your Teacher Wen said, let me teach you how to dance."

There was still some cream on Song Jing's lips, and he blinked innocently.

Teacher Wen's word made him stand up obediently following Song Zhuangtong's movements. Song Zhuangtong led him to an empty place in the living room, with his hips akimbo.

"The first action... how to do it..." Song Zhuangtong took out the phone, clicked on the video, and slid to the front to take another look.

"Let me take a look first." Song Zhuangtong said.

Song Jing stood there obediently.Song Zhuangtong waited until he finished watching the entire video, and made a gesture.

"so."

Song Jing looked at him without responding.

"Do it together." Song Zhuangtong said.

Song Jing still looked at him without responding.

"Forget it, you can watch it yourself." Said to let Song Jing watch it, Song Zhuangtong followed him to watch it again.

"Learned?" he asked.

This time Song Jing reacted and shook his head innocently.

"Then read it again." Song Zhuangtong said.

When Teacher Wen took the test the next day, most of the students in the class hadn't learned all the movements, but at least they could sing along. Only Song Jing stood awkwardly beside his seat, staring blankly at other people's movements.

Wen Yan stepped off the stage and looked around. Seeing that Song Jing was not moving, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Song Jing, didn't you learn it at home?"

Song Jing's expression was a little stiff, he clenched his school uniform pants tightly, his fingers turned white, and he didn't say a word.

Wen Yan said again: "It's okay, you follow the teacher to do it together, it's very simple."

Song Jing still didn't move, Wen Yan simply went to hold his hand, pulling him to follow the video projected by the projector.

After the song was over, Wen Yan let go of his hand and walked towards the podium.

A class is only 10 minutes long, and Wen Yan asked the music teacher to come. He taught some simple movements, and he planned to find a way to teach another class tomorrow.

In addition to teaching them dancing, Wen Yan still had Chinese lessons to teach. Because the teaching progress was lagging behind, he had to take up lessons to teach dancing, and save his own lessons for new lessons. In this way, his daily class hours doubled.

After the last class, Wen Yan called the children out to line up.

In the past, the math teacher in the class was in charge of sending the road team, but because a head teacher in the third grade was temporarily transferred, the math teacher was transferred to the third grade as the head teacher, and the sending team fell on Wen Yan's shoulders again.

The road team at the school gate were all from the lower grades. Little kids carrying schoolbags, making noise on the road, finally walked from the classroom to the school gate.Wen Yan felt a little headache, going to participate in the school's road team exhibition contest like this was a public execution.

There was still a section of slogans to be shouted at the school gate, and the surrounding area was already surrounded by parents who came to pick up the students.

The one who took the lead in shouting slogans was a little girl with a crisp voice. She was very courageous and her voice was very loud.

She led the students in the class to shout slogans loudly.The math teacher used to be responsible for these things, and Wen Yan couldn't help curling his lips when he heard their long and uneven slogans.

The girl at the front of the girls' team is a special student in their class, with a congenital retardation of mental development. She often leaves her seat and walks around in class, touching this person's book and flipping through that person's book. There are several students in the class. The little boy loves to bully her.

She followed the girl in the row and stuttered as she shouted slogans. When she opened her mouth to shout, the troops had already shouted the next sentence. She seemed to have noticed Wen Yan's gaze. She became more nervous and couldn't make a sound, but her mouth was They also helplessly follow each other.

Wen Yan felt a little sore in his heart, he stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, and said, "Then let's disband today, the children whose parents come to pick them up can go home with their parents now."

The two crooked teams broke up in a rush, and every child would pull Wen Yan's clothes, and when he looked at him, he would raise his little hand and wave to him: "Goodbye, Teacher Wen."

Wen Yan couldn't come back even with "goodbye", but he still saw Song Jing who sneaked to Song Zhuangtong's side at a glance.

"Song Jing." Wen Yan called out to him.

Song Jing looked over slowly, and Song Zhuangtong also looked over slowly.

Wen Yan tilted his head on purpose, and asked, "Aren't you saying goodbye to the teacher?"

Song Jing paused for a while, then raised his hand and waved at him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan was laughing again, and the microphone of the little bee was pressed against his white and tender neck, his brows and eyes were curved, and his expression was very gentle.

"Goodbye."

He looked up at Song Zhuangtong again: "Goodbye, Mr. Song."

Song Zhuangtong suddenly remembered waving goodbye that snowy night, so he learned it from the children in the class.

"Goodbye, Teacher Wen." Song Zhuangtong said.