Overwinter

Song Zhuangtong came to the school for the first time to participate in Song Jing's parent meeting.The business in the store is very good, but there are enough people, and he doesn't have to keep watch every day.Wen Yan mobilized in the group, expressing the hope that all parents would spare time to come to the school to attend the parents' meeting and learn about the situation of the students in the school.

"Ms. Wen, those two in your class..." The teacher at the desk next door made an expression and signaled Wen Yan, "Are the parents of the two special children coming too?"

Wen Yan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and said, "Everyone will come."

"It's still Mr. Wen who has a good relationship with his parents. There are not enough people in our class. For the little boy in our class who always fights, there is only one grandma in his house. His parents called me directly on the night when the notice was issued, saying that the family would not When someone came, I asked my grandma if they could come, and they had a very bad attitude, yelling at me that if they couldn’t come, they couldn’t.”

As Song Jing is a relatively special student, children love to mention him when they go home. Many parents are very sensitive to Song Jing's name, and they look for him as soon as they enter the classroom, but his parents haven't arrived yet.

The classroom that was just right for dozens of primary school students was filled with parents, which seemed a bit crowded.Wen Yan arranged the seats, projected the PPT prepared in advance on the screen, and was about to start the meeting, when Song Zhuangtong pushed in through the front door.

He was wearing a black overcoat with a white shirt tucked up high in his trousers. He looked very tall and straight, with excellent proportions.

"Mr. Wen, am I late?"

Wen Yan shook his head: "It's about to start, go sit in Song Jing's seat."

Song Jing and the somewhat special girl in their class sat next to the podium.

Song Zhuangtong pulled away Song Jing's stool, the stool for the child was obviously too small, he squeezed with some difficulty beside the podium, and looked up at Wen Yan.

The burning eyes made Wen Yan a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you parents for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to the school to attend the parent meeting, to participate in and understand the growth of your children."

He also prepared a collection of photos and videos he usually took at school.When it was playing, Wen Yan dragged the stool and sat beside him, right in front of Song Zhuangtong, seeing that he looked a little uncomfortable squeezed in the seat, Wen Yan asked him in a low voice, "May I let you sit on this stool?"

Song Zhuangtong said: "It's all right."

He put his eyes on the screen, besides the photos, there are also some videos taken by Wen Yan, in which he talks to the children, which is very different from when he talks to himself, it seems that he is deliberately softening to communicate with the children The voice imitates their speaking tone, which sounds soft and drags on for a long time.

Right now, it happened to be a video of Wen Yan and Song Jing. It was on the stairs next to their school playground. Wen Yan recorded him with his mobile phone: "Song Jing, look here."

Song Jing glanced at him timidly, then Wen Yan squatted in front of him and said, "Our Xiaojing is so handsome, don't hide, let the teacher pat him."

The video switched quickly, and soon came the next video of the child.I saw a little girl learning to read the slogan of the road team from Wen Yan. She had a blank expression and could only learn the first two words. Wen Yan simply taught them two words.The little girl is studying very hard, but her expression is very serious.

In the past, when he was in the city, Song Zhuangtong also sent Song Jing to school. At that time, Song Jing was still in kindergarten. There were many children in the kindergarten, and children often had conflicts. Song Jing was the child who often had conflicts with other children. .Song Zhuangtong can also feel the teacher's displeasure to some extent, so Song Zhuangtong admires from the bottom of his heart a teacher like Wen Yan who really likes every child.

As a father who has brought up a baby, he knows how annoying it is for a child to be stubborn, let alone a child in a whole classroom. Thinking of this, Song Zhuangtong felt a little admiration for Wen Yan again.

The parent-teacher meeting went fairly smoothly, but the usual look of anticipation and anticipation turned into the gaze of the parents, and Wen Yan felt a little numb in his back.Song Zhuangtong was sitting on the edge of the podium by himself, his body was more than half taller than the podium. While Wen Yan was talking, his peripheral vision could not help but fall on Song Zhuangtong. Look at it gently.

Turning around, his gaze met Song Zhuangtong's eyes, and a trace of astonishment flashed across Wen Yan's face.

"Then, let's end today's parent meeting here. If you have anything else, you can tell me directly on WeChat."

Many parents left directly, and some asked Wen Yan some things around the podium, and he answered them patiently.When the people were almost gone, Wen Yan walked towards the office with the materials, and bumped into Song Zhuangtong leaning against the wall with a cigarette. His black coat made him slender, and he stood out in the bright campus buildings.When Wen Yan approached, Song Zhuangtong looked up at him.

"you--"

"No smoking." Song Zhuangtong put away the cigarette, "Are you done chatting?"

"Yes, Mr. Song, do you have anything to ask?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Zhuangtong put away the cigarette case and walked towards him: "No, I just wanted to ask you, if you said you would treat me to wontons last time, you still don't count."

Wen Yan paused for a moment, then smiled: "Of course I counted, but I have to go back to the office first."

Song Zhuangtong hummed, followed Wen Yan, and entered the office with him.

He is in the office of the second-grade Chinese group, and the Chinese teachers are basically head teachers. At the moment, other classes are still holding parent-teacher meetings, and there are only the two of them in the office.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan's table and asked, "So many things?"

Wen Yan nodded: "Yes, these are all homework, and some gifts for Teacher's Day."

Wen Yan picked up a bunch of paper flowers on the table and handed them to him: "Look, my student folded them for me. This flower will not wither."

Song Zhuangtong inexplicably heard a bit of showing off, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, it was not obvious, and then said: "It's pretty pretty."

Wen Yan tidied up the things on the table a little, and followed him out of the office with his mobile phone.

"Do you have a bland taste?" Wen Yan suddenly asked when he was about to reach Song Zhuangtong's car.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhuangtong habitually opened the door of the passenger seat for him first, and then closed it for him after Wen Yan got into the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, I can close the door myself." Wen Yan said, "I kind of want to eat chicken wrapped in pork belly."

"Then go eat." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan remembered that when he ate small wontons last time, Song Zhuangtong scooped up more chili spoonfuls than spoonfuls, and he seemed to be a serious person. He added: "You can also adjust your own seasoning there, there are chili peppers."

"Mr. Wen, what's the taste of eating chicken soup wrapped in pork belly and pepper?" Song Zhuangtong turned to ask him, even looking over with those dark eyes.

Wen Yan was stunned by his sudden glance, and said, "Yes."

"How to get there?" Song Zhuangtong asked again.

Teacher Wen, who was always a little dazed in front of him, blinked and said, "Oh yes, it's on the side of the pedestrian street."

There is no such thing as a pedestrian street in this small town, but it is a place with a little more stores and more traffic than ordinary streets.Song Zhuangtong quickly found the chicken wrapped in pork belly that Wen Yan said. It was still a while before lunch, and there was no one here, so they chose a small table, and Wen Yan was still in Amway when they sat down.

"Their family's soup is very delicious and very affordable, but the portion is too much, and I can't finish it all by myself."

Dare to feel that he is a tool man who came to help share the food.

"Call a friend, it's just right for two people to eat."

As if thinking of something suddenly, Wen Yan chuckled.

Song Zhuangtong was doing the formalistic ironing of chopsticks and bowls. Hearing Wen Yan's laughter, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be friends with the parents of the students." Wen Yan's expression paused, and he looked at Song Zhuangtong cautiously, "Are we friends now?"

"I don't have the habit of eating with strangers." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan rolled his eyes.

"Actually, I prefer to eat alone. Even with colleagues I know well in school, I seldom go out to eat together."

Song Zhuangtong looked up at him.

Wen Yan's bright eyes and white teeth, with a smile in his eyes, looked at Song Zhuangtong: "But last time I ate small wontons with you, you ate very deliciously, I was already full, watching you eat made me hungry again, Squeeze four or five more."

Song Zhuangtong: "..."