Overwinter

After eating, the sky became gloomy. It was either snowing or raining during this period, and the temperature at night was very low.

Song Zhuangtong drove Wen Yan home, and when he got downstairs to Wen Yan's house, he said, "Song Jing, go to the trunk to get your luggage."

Wen Yan immediately turned to look at him warily.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and Song Jing hasn't seen you for so long, so I can play with you for two days, okay?"

Song Zhuangtong's tone of discussion made Wen Yan a little more comfortable. Looking at the well-behaved and sensible Song Jing, he naturally couldn't bear to refuse, and it happened that living alone was boring, so he said lightly: "Okay, you can pick him up later. .”

As a primary school student, Song Jing's winter vacation started more than half a month earlier than Liang Yi. Liang thought that there was an extra boy in the store, and asked Wen Yan a little angrily why he hired a new employee to help, and he was still a child worker .

Wen Yan laughed, and replied, "He is my friend's son."

This rhetoric seems inappropriate, but Wen Yan couldn't find a new identity for Song Zhuangtong for a while, so he simply asked him to be a friend now.

As the new year was approaching, Zhang Yu was very busy with company affairs, so he took a break from his busy schedule and came to Wen Yan's house to have dinner with him on a weekend afternoon.

The home that no one cares about on weekdays suddenly became extremely lively. Liang Yi and Zhang Yu were noisier than the other, while Song Jing kept quiet, sitting in the corner of the sofa, quietly watching them chatting.

Wen Yan was preparing ingredients for the hot pot in the kitchen, Zhang Yu came in with an empty fruit plate, and asked in a low voice: "The child is..."

Wen Yan's movements paused, trying to keep his tone and demeanor as natural as possible, and said: "Son Zhuangtong's son, kiss me with this child."

He could control his expression, but Zhang Yu couldn't.

"What?!" Zhang Yu's scowling expression looked a little funny, "Why did his son come to your house? Does he know you're here?"

Wen Yan's fingers were slender, and the cold-toned blade made his fingers look pale. The movements of chopping vegetables in his hands were neat, and his tone of voice was calm.

"He already knew."

"Damn, why didn't you tell me?" Zhang Yu said angrily.

"You've been so busy recently, there's no need to bother you with his affairs." She said softly.

Changyu: "It's not his business, it's your business."

Wen Yan stopped chopping vegetables, sighed and said, "Anyway, it will be discovered sooner or later, won't it?"

The hesitant expression fell into Zhang Yu's eyes, and he instantly noticed something was wrong.

"You still have thoughts about him, don't you?"

These words made Wen Yan's eyelashes tremble slightly, and he held his breath with the nervousness.

The attitude of not denying made Zhang Yu even more angry. He slammed the plate into the pool and said coldly: "Did you make a mistake? This Song Zhuangtong is worse than Zhou Yuanbai. You are not the same people at all. He You can get married and have children, what are you? Haven't you figured it out after hiding for two years?"

There was so much commotion that the two children outside looked sideways one after another. Wen Yan frowned and said, "Keep your voice down, I'm afraid they can't hear you?"

Zhang Yu was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and after walking around the kitchen twice in annoyance, he looked at Wen Yan with a little irritability, his expression tense.

Wen Yan has never been an emotional person since he was a child. Although he is weak and sick, he looks easy to bully, but in his heart he knows better than anyone else, what he hates is what he hates, and what he likes is what he likes.As if to make up for Wen Yan's fragility and sickness, God gave him a tough heart, so that he can mature enough to lick his wounds alone, and he can also resolutely leave after seeing the disappointment clearly.

Why are you so confused about Song Zhuangtong this time?

"I don't even know what to say about you."

Zhang Yu has been the general manager for some years, and now his leadership style is fully displayed in every gesture.Wen Yan is well aware of the helplessness of his old friend, and also knows that Zhang Yu has too many misunderstandings about Song Zhuangtong. No matter how he and Song Zhuangtong develop in the future, he still hopes to help Song Zhuangtong clarify.

"It stands to reason that I didn't have Song Zhuangtong's permission, so I shouldn't have told anyone." Wen Yan's voice sounded deep and gentle as the hot pot boiled, "Song Jing is Song Zhuangtong's sister's child, and he helped raise it." He didn't want Song Jing to be called an illegitimate child, so he said that Song Jing was born with another woman."

Zhang Yu frowned and recovered from the shock, and asked, "Why is his sister's child called an illegitimate child?"

Wen Yan shook his head at him, expressing that he could not continue talking.

"Then you broke up because he was going to get married? Did he show up like that? He may be a competent brother and father, but he is definitely not a competent lover."

"I don't know." Wen Yan's eyes were a little gloomy. He stirred the water in the pot slowly, letting the hot pot bottom ingredients completely melt into the water, stirring out a pot of rich spicy aroma. The slow movements made Wen Yan's thoughts Freed, he stared blankly at the boiling water in the pot.Bubbles rushed to the surface of the water one by one, knowing that they would disappear immediately when they touched the air, but they still rose up at the fastest speed without hesitation, and then disappeared with a snap.

"I think maybe the fate is not enough, or maybe it's not suitable." Wen Yan's heart sank, but it didn't hurt, but it made him feel sore, "Anyway, it's not because he's not good enough."

How many times when Wen Yan survived the long winter night alone, Wen Yan wanted to hate Song Zhuangtong, but he couldn't say a reason for the hatred.

If you really want to find one, it should be that he should not let himself get the taste of warm winter. When he is left alone struggling and helpless in the low temperature and cold winter, the armor he discarded because of greed for warmth is no longer available. Come back strong.

Wen Yan hated Song Zhuangtong, at most he hated him for not showing up, for not embracing him in the previous winter night, and for not embracing him in the future winter night.

Zhang Yu didn't like to see Wen Yan's sad appearance, so he took two deep breaths, snatched the spoon from Wen Yan's hand, pushed him away, and said, "If you don't turn off the fire, pour it out, the hot pot bottom material It will be burned into lumps of oil by you again."

Wen Yan's expression relaxed a lot, and he put all the dishes on the table as if evading all the problems.Zhang Yu brought out the hot pot and pulled a long socket wire to transmit the current. The liquid in the pot was boiling, exuding a fragrance that filled the whole room.

Liang Yi and Zhang Yu consciously took over the task of ordering the dishes, while Wen Yan was the commander with the bowl in hand: "Boil more shrimp, Song Jing loves it.

"You can eat the green vegetables, if you don't eat them, they will be boiled until soft.

"The beef is old, so don't order so much next time."

In order to cater to the tastes of most people at the table, Wen Yan chose the spicy pot. He didn't taste anything very spicy at first, but it wasn't until the spiciness hit his throat that Wen Yan was defeated by the spicy pot again.

The drink that was poured down took up most of the space in the stomach, Wen Yan put down the chopsticks early on, so as not to cause a stomach ache from the spicy food, and make it so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep at night.

Watching people eat hot pot in winter is also a good choice. Wen Yan quickly took over the power of the colander, searching for cooked food in the pot, and evenly distributing it to the three bowls.

A meal of hot pot left the table in a mess, and the whole room smelled of hot pot.After a brief cleaning, Wen Yan sent people out one by one, Liang Yi went home, and Zhang Yu stayed in a hotel.

And Song Jing went into the house to take a bath, ready to rest and sleep.

Wen Yan was a little disappointed by the deserted room again. He picked up the broom on the balcony, wandered around the house aimlessly twice, and sprayed some air freshener to suppress the smell of hot pot.

Eating hot pot at home with a few bosom friends in winter is really the most pleasant thing, Wen Yan sat on the edge of the armrest of the sofa, staring blankly at the catkin-like snowflakes outside the window.

The snow at night seems to be more beautiful than during the day.

The room is warm, and the warm yellow light casts on the glass windows, reflecting my own figure, and together with the lights from Wanjia outside the window, it leaves bright spots on the glass windows.

Wen Yan uncontrollably thought of what he said to Zhang Yu today, and also uncontrollably thought of Song Zhuangtong.

Today should be very happy, and I can't think of him.

Wen Yan warned himself in his heart.

At this time, the rapid ringing of the doorbell interrupted Wen Yan's thoughts. He let out a sigh of relief, quickly withdrew from his emotions, and got up to open the door.

But outside the door is Song Zhuangtong.

It was Song Zhuangtong who came at night with wet snow on his shoulders, cold all over but with a burning expression.

It was Song Zhuangtong who rudely pushed Wen Yan into his arms as soon as he saw him and hugged him tightly.

It's Song Zhuangtong who can't be forgotten in the long cold winter night.