Overwinter

Whenever winter comes, Wen Yan will have a vigorous illness.The cold that could not be cured made him lose his appetite for anything. He did not expect that the Mala Tang at the back door of Liang Yi's school made him a rare satiety. The two big pots only cost more than 50 yuan, and it was still Liang Yi. Pay him for food.

Wen Yan touched his stomach that could no longer hold anything, and commented: "It's really delicious."

When the weather gets colder, more students come here to eat Malatang, and the joy and innocence unique to this age are written on every young and immature face.Wen Yan wiped his mouth in satisfaction, and said to Liang Yi: "Thank you for treating me to dinner, I will treat you to dinner next time."

Liang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, do you want to visit our school again?"

This shop is actually quite simple, dilapidated and old, and it has been in the back street of this school for a long time.The door was repeatedly opened by people coming in and out, and the heat from the air conditioner inside was almost exhausted.

Wen Yan sniffed, tucked half of his face into the scarf, and said, "I won't go shopping anymore, it's too cold, I want to go back and rest, come back next time I have a chance."

After parting from Liang Yi at the entrance of the Mala Tang shop, Wen Yan held up a black umbrella to cover the tiny snowflakes.

He walked slowly, and his new life also passed slowly, slowly exploring a new city, slowly getting to know a new friend, slowly healing his body and heart.

Song Zhuangtong's behavior of skipping work one after another made Lao Wan very dissatisfied. When he was caught returning to the company for a meeting, he played on his mobile phone while the employees were giving reports. Lao Wan couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Song Zhuangtong under the table.

Half a minute later, Lao Wan's phone on the table lit up, and it was a WeChat message from Song Zhuangtong: This suit is [-] yuan, please transfer Alipay to me.

Lao Wan:?

As soon as the meeting was over, Song Zhuangtong immediately wanted to slip away, but Lao Wan grabbed him and said, "You also want to go to the dinner tonight."

"Forgive me, Lao Wan, you know I hate this kind of occasion the most." Song Zhuangtong frowned, "I'm going to pick up my son."

He also found an impeccable reason for himself.Lao Wan sneered and said, "I'll just pick it up for you."

After coming to Beijing, Lao Wan often stayed with Song Zhuangtong, and Song Jing became acquainted with him a lot over time. Lao Wan, who successfully entered the third echelon, was very happy, and moved thousands of Lego into Song Jing’s room from time to time. As a result, Song Zhuangtong had to decorate his study room into a Lego room, and let Song Jing soak in it all day long.

"I really have something to do." Song Zhuangtong said helplessly.

"You are alone, what can you do?" Lao Wan said.

"Whether you are alone or not depends on whether you let me take care of this matter."

Lao Wan frowned and thought about his words for a while, and then he finally figured it out, with obvious distrust on his face: "You're not in a relationship, are you?"

Song Zhuangtong smiled and said, "That's right."

It's just that the other party is still kept in the dark.

Ever since Song Zhuangtong separated from Wen Yan, Lao Wan has never seen him have any ambiguity with anyone. For a while, Lao Wan thought it was the ligation operation that broke his thing. He coaxed Song Zhuangtong to the hospital for two checkups, and after Song Zhuangtong found out, he embarrassedly expressed his concern.

It was so hard to wait until the iron tree showed signs of blooming, and Lao Wan couldn't stop him anymore.

"Damn, don't lie to me. You'll still be a bachelor for a long time, so next year's dinner will be yours alone."

Song Zhuangtong picked up the keys on the table and looked up, "No problem, I'll treat you to a wedding wine then."

After all the Tong people in Songzhuang had left, Lao Wan said to himself with a strange expression: "Is this a girl?"

Wen Yan received a big order today, and he couldn't think of any holidays before and after. He didn't know the purpose of ordering the 190 nine roses, so Wen Yan was temporarily as the buyer, maybe he wanted to court or marry him, and started preparing from early in the morning. The bouquet is up.

It is a very pleasant thing to pack a bouquet with such an untested guess. Wen Yan unconsciously held a gentle smile, imagining how surprised and moved the girl who received this bouquet of flowers would show. Every flower is trimmed clean and beautiful.

The temperature in the store is very comfortable. Wen Yan only wore a black sweater with a round neckline revealing the bottoming shirt inside. His obedient black hair fell on his forehead, and he had a quiet and serious expression on his face. His pale fingers were covered by delicate roses. The lining was very slender, and he was so busy that he didn't realize it was time for lunch.When his stomach began to throb, he put down the flowers in his hand and went to a snack shop not far away to eat a wonton.

The taste is mediocre, not at all comparable to the wonton shop near Tong's house in Songzhuang.

Wen Yan was taken aback by the unexpected name that appeared in his mind.When talking to Zhang Yu on the phone last night, Zhang Yu told him that he met Song Zhuangtong.

To Song Zhuangtong, Zhang Yu didn't have a few good words. After talking a lot, Zhang Yu said: "I feel that he is still looking for you. If you have nothing to do recently, you should not buy a ticket to take a bus or something, so as not to expose your position."

It took Wen Yan a long time to recover, and he said, "Where can I buy a ticket and take the bus? It's so cold now, I don't want to go anywhere except home and the flower shop."

He has his own things to be busy now, and he doesn't have much energy to devote his mind to thinking about Song Zhuangtong.Two years later, Wen Yan was consciously blurring the feeling of suffocation at that time. More often, Wen Yan forced himself not to think about Song Zhuangtong. It was difficult for him to quit those warm and ordinary days. It takes a lot of effort to get the thoughts out.

No longer letting himself think too much, Wen Yan continued to pack the bouquets. The customer's pick-up time was three o'clock in the afternoon, so Wen Yan sped up his action and tried to finish it earlier.

At 02:30, Wen Yan finally finished pruning 190 nine roses. He let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his sore shoulders and picked up his mobile phone to read the news. The customer who ordered 190 nine roses had already paid turned around.

Such a big order is enough for Wen Yan to close the business for several days, but the workload is too great, if there is another one, Wen Yan really doesn't want to take it again.

After confirming that the other party would come to pick up the flowers at three o'clock, Wen Yan made a cup of hot coffee and drank it. He was too tired to move, and collapsed on the lazy sofa in the store.I don't know when it snowed again outside the door. The rustling snowflakes hit the transparent glass, melted into water droplets and flowed down. Can dodge and rest.

He thought that it would be too romantic to receive such a beautiful bouquet of flowers when it was snowing, and then fell asleep in the quiet fragrance of flowers.

At three o'clock, the wooden door of the store was pushed open on time, and the howling wind brought the wind chimes swaying at the door into the house. After the door was closed, the sound of the whistling wind outside also dropped a little bit. decibel.

The sight of looking from the potted plants by the door has been going inward, the vases with exquisite and beautiful patterns on the cabinet, the colorful flowers in the vases, the special-shaped wood carvings in the corners of the gap, and the florist who is sleeping on the sofa .

Song Zhuangtong gently picked up the blanket that had slipped to the ground, breathed softly, took a deep breath, and carefully knelt down on one knee beside the Wen Yan sofa.

Wen Yan's eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes fell quietly, his breathing was gentle, and the comfortable temperature made him look relaxed. A thin blanket covered his body, and his messy black hair was on his forehead, which was longer than before, covering his face. The eyebrows were closed, and the cheeks seemed to be thinner.

When Song Zhuangtong lowered his head and approached Wen Yan's forehead to kiss Wen Yan, the person on the sofa woke up suddenly, and his sleepy eyes fixedly looked at the person in front of him.

Song Zhuangtong is someone who never puts his kissing plan on hold, he frowned slightly, and quickly left a light kiss on Wen Yan's forehead.

The cold touch woke Wen Yan up instantly, and the next second, he heard Song Zhuangtong's familiar deep voice, saying, "Mr. Wen, I'm here to pick up the flowers."

Wen Yan held his breath, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

It turned out that the person who could receive a bouquet of beautiful roses when it snowed heavily was himself.