Overwinter

With the oxygen tube inserted, his father, who struggled to open his eyelids, didn't make Wen Yan feel very sad. He suddenly felt a little nauseous, and at this moment, his mind was full of vicious curses from his father.

Wen Yan's father's illegitimate son is called Wen Zhiyuan. He said that Wen Yan's name was not chosen well. It sounds weak and weak, without any masculinity.

Wen Yan's family's source of income is mostly from his mother's family, while Wen Yan's father's original family conditions are not that good.The consequence of giving the initiative to the woman all the year round is that the husband who has been suppressed for too long has become extremely extreme and bad after taking the initiative in the family.

He hated his wife, and he hated his gay son, too.

So many insulting scenes and disgusting eyes are vivid in his memory, which made Wen Yan couldn't help laughing when he saw his father who was lifeless on the hospital bed.

As if aware of someone visiting in the ward, his father slowly opened his eyes, his dull pupils struggled to focus his gaze for a while, and finally stared at Wen Yan's face for a long time, his gaze gradually softened.

The meeting between father and son after several years was not cordial and tender, and the gap of indifference has become insurmountable in the past few years.Wen Yan glanced at the machine next to it, which recorded the only vital signs of the dying people on the hospital bed.

"I..." It was a bit difficult for him to speak, the hand with the infusion tube moved with difficulty, Wen Yan sat on the side of the hospital bed, and listened to the second half of the sentence, "The will...has been notarized..."

Wen Yan was so angry that his whole body shook, he clenched his teeth, tried to calm his emotions, took a deep breath for a few seconds, and then he said word by word: "I didn't come back to divide the family property, I will get a share of your money Do not want any."

Even a 30-year-old adult would have a sour nose because of his father's prejudice. Wen Yan closed his eyes tightly, and when his breathing calmed down, he said, "If Changyu hadn't told me that you were seriously ill, I wouldn't have come The disgusting thing in front of you... Although I don't know if you care or not, I still have to tell you that I am doing well now."

Wen Yan paused, and when he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but look hot again.

"I have a stable life and a very good lover. The purpose of saying this is not to anger you, but to tell you that even if I go on the wrong path, I will still be happy."

Father Wen's eyes were cloudy on the bed, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and slid into the hair at the temple.

He could no longer see Wen Yan beside the bed clearly, only a thin and thin figure in his field of vision, obviously the eldest son who had put in a lot of effort when he was a child, it was embarrassing that he turned into such a strange look in the end.

Silence was already the norm between the two of them, Wen Yan let out a breath, got up and said, "I'll go first."

Song Zhuangtong was leaning against the door and waiting. Seeing Wen Yan open the door, he straightened up and asked, "How is it?"

The two eyes on the opposite side followed Wen Yan like sticky candy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Not dead yet." Wen Yan said coldly.

Wen Zhiyuan waved his arms suddenly, and shouted at Wen Yan: "You are heartless! You are not allowed to curse Dad like that!"

Guessing it was Father Wen struggling to sit up, there was a hoarse voice from inside the ward: "Zhiyuan!"

The scene of "Father's kindness and son's filial piety" made Wen Yan want to laugh. This time, he came here just to see if he was dead. Since he could still hold on, Wen Yan didn't intend to stay any longer. He entered the elevator with Song Zhuangtong , he also vaguely heard Ms. Yang cursing for a long time.

Song Zhuangtong was standing beside him, looking straight at him, Wen Yan sneered slightly, and said, "How is it? This is not the most embarrassing scene."

The forced smile made Song Zhuangtong look dignified. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Wen Yan's face with a stiff smile, and said lightly: "What is this? I should show you how my father forced me to marry a few years ago. I am worried about him." One day, he will directly drug me and throw me in a hotel to give him a grandson."

Wen Yan was so teased by him that he burst into a smile, and said jokingly, "Then you are so lucky."

Just when the elevator door opened, Song Zhuangtong held him by the shoulders and took him out, saying: "Of course I am very lucky to have such a beautiful wife."

There were many people in the hospital hall, Song Zhuangtong's arm was on his shoulder, his fingers were hanging down, Wen Yan looked up at him.

Song Zhuangtong who received the gaze was a little surprised, he subconsciously said: "There are a lot of people, right?"

Wen Yan shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab Song Zhuangtong's hand hanging on his shoulder, inserted his fingers in and clasped it with him, and then pulled it around the top of his head to his side, in the faint sight of one after another, firmly hold.

Song Zhuangtong, in astonishment, was dragged by Wen Yan through the crowd and left the hospital.

Although Wen Yan hasn't lived with Song Zhuangtong for a long time, the clothes Wen Yan used to wear are still neatly placed in Song Zhuangtong's closet, and they are regularly sent to dry cleaning with Song Zhuangtong's clothes. As time goes by, the fabrics become a little white.

Song Zhuangtong, who brought him home smoothly, seemed a little excited. He took out Wen Yan's clothes and put them on the bed. After looking at them for a while, he was a little dissatisfied.

"Let's go buy some new ones, these are all old clothes."

Wen Yan refused: "I'm not in the mood to go out today, let's wear these first."

"I'll just ask them to bring the clothes."

As he said that, Song Zhuangtong was about to make a call with his mobile phone, but was stopped by Wen Yan: "Don't waste money again."

Speaking of this, Wen Yan sat on the bed and looked around Song Zhuangtong's newly renovated house, and asked, "Why don't you live there?"

"This is a room in the school district, which is relatively close to Songjing School."

While talking, Song Zhuangtong naturally sat next to Wen Yan, wrapped his arms skillfully around Wen Yan's waist, and put his whole body up to smell it.

"Wife."

The man's soft voice made Wen Yan a little moved. The imperceptible grievances and cautiousness hidden in the words were not Song Zhuangtong's style at all, so when the people next to him came up to kiss his neck, Wen Yan said a word of rejection. not coming out.

"I smell like disinfectant... Can I take a shower first?"

The successive kisses were like tides rushing in front of him, wave after wave, Wen Yan couldn't breathe, and when he was panting, he was bitten on the flesh of his lips and sucked vigorously.

During the two-year gap period of separation, Wen Yan helped himself solve the problem not infrequently. His body had tasted the taste of passionate lust. No matter how hard a life with clear soup and little water could satisfy him, even if he was already restraining and restraining, Wen Yan There have also been lonely nights.

Song Zhuangtong, who had learned about this matter, was full of excitement, as if he had heard something extraordinary, looked at Wen Yan in surprise, and asked him to show it to him.

Wen Yan is delicate and white, the whole person is trapped in the messy bed, the red marks all over the body and the shy and emotional body trembling like a butterfly with broken wings falling into the net of lust, helpless and pitiful Showing its colorful patterns to hunters.

After making a fuss, the bath can only be taken afterward.Outside the door was the sound of the aunt helping to change the bed sheets. Song Zhuangtong also chatted with the aunt very shamelessly, saying that he wanted to change the black bed sheets for the next set.

Wen Yan's limp body was leaning against the bathtub, and he couldn't lift his fingers a little bit, and the feeling of dizziness was relieved a lot.

The door was pulled open unexpectedly, and Wen Yan looked over in panic.

"Have you finished washing? Go to sleep after washing." Song Zhuangtong asked with a white bath towel hanging around his waist, looking down at Wen Yan.

There was no movement outside, and the bed sheets must have been changed, Wen Yan let Song Zhuangtong fish himself out of the water, wiped himself clean, and sent him back to the bed wrapped in a towel.

The smell of mutton in the air dissipated a lot, and besides the scent of shower gel, Wen Yan also keenly noticed a trace of smoke.

"Are you smoking?"

Song Zhuangtong said helplessly, "What kind of nose is this?"

Wen Yan still stared at him questioningly, Song Zhuangtong had no choice but to admit: "You started to smoke again after you left, the pressure is too great."

"Then why are you smoking today?"

Being bullied enough, even the voice is hoarse.

Song Zhuangtong knelt on the bed, with scars and new scratches intertwined on his body. Hearing Wen Yan's question, he curled his lips into a smile, and the breath he exhaled still smelled of nicotine.

I saw him slowly pressing his tongue against his cheeks, his eyes were naked.

"Because it's so cool."