Overwinter

It is very difficult for Song Zhuangtong to sit patiently in the shop and do handwork with them.Halfway through, he reached out to touch Wen Yan's hand with plasticine, and wiped the oil along the way, causing a fingerprint on Wen Yan's beautifully wiped glass wall, and he stopped after being beaten.

In addition to making cups, Song Jing also made a fluid bear. He made himself covered in red and black paint. Song Zhuangtong took out a piece of paper to wipe his face, and whispered: "Don't pay attention to hygiene. The teacher is going to scold you again."

Song Jing looked at him fixedly and blinked slowly.

"Why is your bear such a scary color?"

The mixed red and black paint was stuck on the bear's body, and the paint that was not dry was still flowing, and the red and black liquid was pushed out of the ripples.

Wen Yan washed his hands and came out of the bathroom. He happened to hear Song Zhuangtong criticizing Song Jing's bear. He glanced at the crooked cup on Song Zhuangtong's table and laughed mockingly twice.

This cup, no matter how beautiful the color is, can't save it.

Song Zhuangtong was not interested in these manual pastimes, but Wen Yan and Song Jing's serious expressions made him happy to spend time with them.Wen Yan made a light blue cup with waves and ripples. When coloring it, he was careful to paint every wave very delicately.

Song Jing painted some colors indiscriminately, and Song Zhuangtong stared at it carefully for a while before realizing that he had drawn a human face. Although it had complete features, it was a somewhat distorted human face.

Song Zhuangtong's heart moved, he took a picture of Song Jing's work, and immediately sent it to his psychiatrist for analysis.

Seeing that Song Zhuangtong was still at the side not painting, Wen Yan urged: "Why don't you start painting?"

Song Zhuangtong looked at his deformed cup with some embarrassment, and said, "This ugly thing also takes up space when it is made."

Wen Yan couldn't help but stuff the pen into his hand, and said, "No matter how ugly it is, it's your work. If I knew you were so impatient, why waste time with us?"

Song Zhuangtong, who was scolded, had no choice but to fiddle with his own cup with a pen. He wanted to draw a better picture, and maybe he would give it to Wen Yan and get encouraging praise from Teacher Wen.

It has been nearly four hours since I started pottery, and several people are very hungry.When Song Zhuangtong finished painting the last touch of color, Wen Yan didn't make any comments, but his expression was a bit indescribable.

Song Zhuangtong blocked him with what he said: "No matter how ugly it is, it is still my work."

I have to say that Song Zhuangtong felt a sense of accomplishment when he lined up the cups that he had made all morning. He watched Wen Yan finish taking the photo and said, "Send me a copy of the photo, too."

It will take nearly a month to get the finished product, and the few of them plan to go to eat first.

Song Zhuangtong discovered that Wen Yan's taste has changed quite a bit. He used to eat a lot of spicy food when they lived together, and thought that he would change back to the original light taste after they separated, but he didn't expect that his ability to eat spicy food has not improved much. few.

Seeing that Wen Yan's lips were red and swollen from the heat, and his breathing became short of breath, Song Zhuangtong poured him a glass of water and said, "You have a bad stomach, so don't eat too spicy."

Obviously it was Song Zhuangtong, the chief culprit, who caused him to start eating spicy food, but now he looks earnest.Wen Yan picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth. His mobile phone was turned upside down on the table. The sudden ringtone made him pick it up suspiciously. It turned out to be a call from Changyu.

Wen Yan subconsciously glanced at Song Zhuangtong with a guilty conscience, then got up and went out to answer the phone.

Song Zhuangtong was a little dissatisfied with the behavior of avoiding him to answer the phone. He frowned and watched Wen Yan finish answering the phone. When Wen Yan opened the door and came back, there was a lot of consternation and complicated emotions on Wen Yan's face.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhuangtong got up and asked.

"My dad is dying." Wen Yan expressed nothing, and mechanically repeated Zhang Yu's words.

Also dealing with his son's homosexuality, Wen Yan's father was much more ruthless than Song Zhuangtong's.

Wen Yan, as the only son in the family, looks very good in the circle, and his grades are not picky. He is always the first and second in the class, and the child who raised him with money from the urinating mistakenly thinks that his father is willing to tolerate All my habits, after discovering my sexual orientation in junior high school, I boldly confessed to my parents, but I didn't expect to be met with cold eyes from my father.

In just half a month, the illegitimate son Wen Yan's father raised outside was brought back home in a grand manner.

It was only then that Wen Yan realized that the seemingly harmonious family was already riddled with holes.

Since mother Wen passed away due to illness, Wen Yan seldom went home.The stepmother didn't deal with him either, as soon as she heard Wen Yan that she was gay, it was as if she had encountered some kind of virus. She made up so many ugly words that her tongue was almost chewed off.

This time, Wen Yan's father was critically ill and she didn't notify Wen Yan. After being informed by Zhang Yu, Wen Yan rushed back to Beijing without stopping.

Arriving at the entrance of the hospital, Wen Yan began to worry that the man was still alive, and that he would offend him if he rushed over, so he hesitated before getting out of the car.

Song Zhuangtong reached out and rubbed his head, saying, "Yanyan, it's fine."

Wen Yan sighed, and said, "I'll go up to see the situation, maybe it's not as serious as Zhang Yu said, right?"

After comforting himself, he still needed to seek approval, Song Zhuangtong pulled him into his arms distressedly.After hugging him for a while, the person in his arms said in a muffled voice, "Actually, I'm more afraid of his death. I'm not sad at all."

These words made Song Zhuangtong froze, and before he could say anything more to comfort him, Wen Yan broke free from his arms, opened the door and got out of the car.

While Wen Yan went upstairs to visit, Song Zhuangtong sent Song Jing back home. After driving back to the hospital, he parked the car and went upstairs.

The VIP single room was easy to find. Song Zhuangtong went upstairs with ease, and just as the elevator door opened, the shrill voice of a strange woman came over.

"I don't know about your small thoughts? You didn't come when you needed your service, and when you were about to die, you came to show your face, didn't you just want to fight for some inheritance?"

Song Zhuangtong's eyebrows twitched, he quickly walked out of the elevator and walked towards the source of the movement.

The creaking movement of the shoes made several people at the end of the corridor look over. Wen Yan, who was surrounded by the door of the ward, straightened his back. When he saw Song Zhuangtong, the people who had just argued with reason softened instantly. Showing a somewhat aggrieved expression, like a little white dog who has been bullied outside, with drooping ears, waiting for the master to give him justice.

Song Zhuangtong walked up to Wen Yan, he took a look at the woman in front of him wearing a luxury brand, and the boy winking proudly beside her, then turned his head and asked Wen Yan, "Have you seen your dad?"

"No, I was stopped by Ms. Yang." Wen Yan said.

The woman sneered and said, "Ms. Yang? You should call me mom."

Wen Yan looked at her coldly, his eyes were full of mockery: "Are you the only one worthy?"

"Yes, of course I don't deserve it, if I want to have a gay son, then I'm dead—"

Halfway through the talk, the condescending and threatening expression of the tall man in front of her frightened her body suddenly, as if she was trying to regain her home ground. She frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "Could it be Are you looking for a mistress?"

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were ruthless, strength and deterrence were written on his tense face, he frowned and threatened: "If you dare to say one more word, I'll have someone break the leg of your useless son tomorrow."

"you dare!"

The sudden scream resounded throughout the entire floor. Song Zhuangtong was already grumpy, and when he became aggressive, he became even more aggressive. Ms. Yang couldn't figure out why he was so arrogant because his hands were dirty. Fate, or the family has a monstrous power background.

Wen Yan was blocked by Song Zhuangtong, his tall figure made him feel extra safe.Seeing that the person on the other side continued to speak harshly and disgustingly, Song Zhuangtong warned in a low voice: "Although I don't hit women, if you dare to say the word homosexual again, I will tear your mouth apart."

These words made several security guards at the door straighten their backs to stare at Song Zhuangtong. At the moment when the atmosphere was tense, Wen Yan came out from behind Song Zhuangtong, cast a cold glance at the woman, and walked directly into the ward.

The security guard reached out to stop him, but Wen Yan fixed his eyes on him.

The security guard wearing Wen's overalls hadn't seen Wen Yan a few times, so he could only follow Mrs. Wen's orders at the moment.

"Are you sure now that he won't leave me a single share? Today you block me here, and tomorrow I will block you in the entire Beijing city."

Young Master Wen, who seemed to be weak and weak, had such a deterrent effect when he spoke with a cold face. The two security guards looked at each other, and had no choice but to allow Wen Yan to step into the ward.