Overwinter

That night Song Zhuangtong caught the nearest plane to go abroad, Wen Yan said he wanted to go with him, but Song Zhuangtong stopped him with a cold face.Knowing that Song Zhuangtong couldn't be upset at this time, Wen Yan had no choice but to give up. After sending people on the plane, he was always restless and didn't sleep well all night.

Early in the morning, Wen Yan woke up from his dream. He wanted to pick up his mobile phone to check the time, but he couldn't open his sore eyes, and the mobile phone on the bedside table buzzed.

Wen Yan fumbled to answer the phone, his voice hoarse and vague.

"Hey?"

"Wake you up?"

If Song Zhuangtong's voice hadn't sounded too tired, Wen Yan really wanted to ask if you know what time it is in the morning in China.

"How's the situation?" Wen Yan asked him.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that Wen Yan didn't dare to breathe heavily. Finally, he heard Song Zhuangtong whisper, "My sister committed suicide."

Wen Yan was blinded by a blow to the head, and his remaining drowsiness was completely wiped away. After sitting up suddenly, his bloody head was still dizzy for two seconds, and there was a sour feeling in his throat. Wen Yan tightly covered his mouth, eyes But silently turned red and held tears.

"When I finish the formalities here, I will bring her body back," Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan slowed down for a while, he pinched his eyebrows and asked, "Go back to China for burial?"

"After cremation, she can be buried in the cemetery. She didn't say any last wishes, so she probably doesn't care about it."

A few fluttering words made Wen Yan burst into tears, and the suffocated crying made him unable to utter a word. Song Zhuangtong seemed to guess that he was crying, and his breathing became heavier, and asked: "I haven't cried yet, you Why did you start crying?"

"I... I don't know, you guys should hurry up." Wen Yan repeated indiscriminately, "Come back sooner."

The tired voice reached Wen Yan's ears through the phone, hitting his heart heavily.

"it is good."

Song Zhuangtong did not notify anyone in the Song family of Song Ruxuan's death, he cremated her alone, on the day of her burial, only Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong stood in front of the tombstone.The smiling girl on the tombstone is somewhat similar to Song Zhuangtong in her eyebrows and eyes, but Song Zhuangtong's facial features are absolutely unable to make such a bright and lively expression.

The cigarettes have hardly left her body for the past few days, smoking one pack after another, Song Zhuangtong exhaled turbid white air, and recalled slowly: "This is a photo my sister took when she was in college. The camera belongs to my cousin. She scolded me for not doing a good job.”

"Do you want to ask Song Jing to come up?"

Song Jing and Lao Wan were waiting in the car.

Song Zhuangtong took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then extinguished the remaining half. The dense white smoke was cut by his sharp chin, and quickly dissipated in the humid morning air.

"Need not."

The funeral without other relatives and friends seemed very deserted. Before leaving, Wen Yan put a handful of purple luan tails in full bloom in front of the tombstone.The luan tails in full bloom are like purple butterflies about to fly high, exuding the vitality of life in the gloomy cemetery.

The heavy expression should be restrained in front of the car, Wen Yan squeezed his face, turned his head and saw Song Zhuangtong with a gloomy face, he stretched out his hand to rub Song Zhuangtong's face again.

"At least don't let Song Jing guess."

Song Zhuangtong managed to force a smile, and said, "Song Jing will never guess."

Apart from feeling a little strange about the recent abnormalities of the two fathers, Song Jing didn't notice anything wrong.Before leaving, Song Jing turned his head and glanced at the unfamiliar cemetery. A butterfly fluttered out. Before he could take a closer look, Lao Wan turned his head back.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

Today is Zhang Yu's birthday, he recruited a large group of people to celebrate his birthday, it's hard to turn down with gentle words, and the gift came late.

As soon as Wen Yan entered the private room, Zhang Yu waved to him and urged, "Yanyan, come here quickly, I'll introduce you to some friends."

Wen Yan walked over with a faint smile. Zhang Yu recommended him the bosses of several bloggers who had a good online traffic recently. He heard that the business in Wen Yan's shop was sluggish, so he said that he could arrange a few bloggers to come over. Shop promotion.

"Their industry chain is quite mature, and it is usually arranged by counterparts. Some bloggers specialize in gourmet restaurants, and some bloggers specialize in coffee shops like yours, but I think your shop can have more. Desserts are also good for attracting little girls."

Wen Yan rolled his eyes at him: "You want to make things easier for yourself, right?"

Zhang Yule said: "You are talking nonsense, so I shouldn't worry about your business first?"

Seeing that Wen Yan was not very interested, Zhang Yu said again: "Do you still remember the pastry chef in my family? He has several apprentices, and they all learned the craft well. One day I will ask the price, and if it suits me, I will hire it in your shop." .”

Faced with his friend's eagerness to help, Wen Yan forced a smile and said, "Thank you Zhang Yu, can I talk to you in detail in two days? You celebrate your birthday today, so don't worry about my business, go to the Just drink to your heart's content."

Zhang Yu looked at him suspiciously: "Are you in a bad mood? Did you quarrel with Song Zhuangtong?"

"No, I just didn't sleep well last night, and I don't have much energy, so leave me alone."

Zhang Yu said: "If you are not energetic, go back to sleep early, it is extremely noisy, and there is such a strong smell of cigarettes, you must be uncomfortable staying here."

"But your birthday—"

"You can't drink with me, and you don't know how to play mahjong. There are plenty of people here to accompany me to do this. You can go back and rest." As he said, Zhang Yu led the people to the door. Bar."

Wen Yan hesitated and said, "Then I'm really leaving?"

Many people inside who couldn't find the birthday star rushed to the door to arrest them, Zhang Yu nodded and urged: "Don't be mother-in-law, let's go quickly."

As he said that, he raised the wine glass in his hand, and poured down the whole glass of wine down his throat amidst the booing of everyone.

Wen Yan was not polite to him anymore, and after sending him a birthday greeting, he went downstairs and took a taxi home.

It was only past nine o'clock, and the house was unbelievably dark, with none of the lights turned on. Wen Yan lowered his head and sniffed the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, took off his coat in disgust, and pushed open the door to enter the room.

The more exaggerated smell of smoke and alcohol made Wen Yan frowned. There was no light in the dim room. Wen Yan pressed the light to turn on, and Song Zhuangtong, who was lying on the floor beside the bed, came into view.

Wen Yan walked over lightly, knelt down in front of Song Zhuangtong, and called him a few words.

"Song Zhuangtong, Song Zhuangtong."

The red eyes opened slowly, the smell of alcohol on his body was heavy, but his eyes were not drunk. Seeing Wen Yan, Song Zhuangtong reached out and rubbed the center of his brows, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you come back so early?"

Wen Yan leaned forward, leaned into Song Zhuangtong's arms, and said in a low voice, "I want to come back soon to accompany you."

Song Zhuangtong rubbed and rubbed the back of Wen Yan's head with the palm of his hand, mechanically, his thoughts drifted to nowhere, as if he remembered something from the past.

The smell of nicotine took up a lot of the air he took, and Wen Yan coughed a few times unexpectedly. Once he started, the severe cough that was hard to stop made his eyes red, his lips watery and ruddy, look It's very pitiful. @HTht

Song Zhuangtong looked a little embarrassed at the moment, with an unshaven beard and black eyes.

Wen Yan held his face in his hands, knelt on Song Zhuangtong's body, leaned over and kissed Song Zhuangtong's lips lightly.

"How much wine did you drink?"

Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand to hold his back, bit Wen Yan's lip rebelliously and took two deep breaths.

"I have to find something for you to do, in case you are cranky."

Wen Yan frantically started to untie Song Zhuangtong's clothes and trousers, but he stopped him by holding down his hands: "I'm not suitable for doing it now, and it's easy to hurt you."

The movements of Wen Yan's hands paused, and a pair of clear eyes stared straight at Song Zhuangtong. He softly and obediently brought his lips together, rubbed them twice, and then parted. He said, "You won't."

When he was called to lock the door, Song Zhuangtong turned off the light by the way, and the room fell into darkness again.Wen Yan, who was sunk in the soft quilt, swallowed an unknown number of cries, and the tears rubbed against the pillow like a rage, and after the supporting point was ripped away and stuffed under his waist, Wen Yan could only lift his head powerlessly, sobbing and crying Make a sound.

Although he was mentally prepared, Wen Yan finally passed out in the bathroom, was wiped dry and brought back to the bed, sleeping in the narrow and unsoiled place.

Song Zhuangtong began to clean up the mess in the house lightly.He stayed up all night, holding Wen Yan from the bed to the sofa, and then back to the bed. After finishing everything, he sat back to the place where he smoked and drank alcohol, lay on the edge of the bed, and looked at Wen Yan who had closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. , The heart calmed down as if it found belonging.

Fortunately, he still has a small utopia that is the only one in this world.