Overwinter

Obviously it was Wen Yan who suffered a lot, but it was Song Zhuangtong who got sick in the end.

This year, Song Zhuangtong, who has asked for leave for various reasons to be lazy, aroused Lao Wan's dissatisfaction. He rushed to Song Zhuangtong's house to arrest people, but he didn't expect to see Song Zhuangtong who was lying on the bed and sleeping.

"Fuck, this cub really gets sick?"

Song Zhuangtong was woken up by his reckless movement, and frowned in dissatisfaction: "It's fine to visit patients without bringing anything, and still making a scene here?"

Lao Wan thumped his quilt, laughed and said, "I didn't see that you were going to die."

Song Zhuangtong frowned and closed his eyes, and said lightly: "It's so noisy."

The patient asked to be quiet, and Lao Wan couldn't continue to make noise.Wen Yan cooked some porridge for Song Zhuangtong, and Lao Wan followed suit, and the taste was so pleasantly surprised that he gave him a thumbs up.

"Your taste is almost the same as that sold outside."

Wen Yan smiled and helped Song Zhuangtong stir the porridge in the cold bowl, Lao Wan asked him in a low voice: "Is there something hidden about Lao Song's sister?"

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"I've never seen him suffer from any kind of illness. This illness is too strange. There must be something on his mind, and he got sick because of depression in his heart."

Wen Yan lowered his head and stared at his fingertips holding the spoon, paused in silence for a while, and then organized his words to answer Lao Wan: "It's still you who understand him."

"So what the hell is it? Can I help?"

Wen Yan shook his head, the collar of the pure cotton sweater had been washed a lot, and the clavicle, which had not been exposed to light all year round, looked white and translucent, and the deep or shallow marks on it made people blush and heartbeat when they saw it, Lao Wan silently looked away , and said: "If there is anything I can do to help, just say it."

Wen Yan thanked him with a smile, he really thought of something that could help Lao Wan: "Zhuang Tong said to ask you to go to his office to clock in and go to get off work every day, otherwise the year-end bonus will be deducted."

Lao Wan: "...Damn it, are you so picky?"

Wen Yan smiled softly, and his light-hearted joking tone made his sense of distance as a scholar disappear instantly: "He raises a family of three by himself, and the pressure is too great."

Lao Wan waved his hand and said, "That's right, it's a small matter."

Seeing that the porridge in the bowl was almost stirred, Wen Yan scooped up half a spoonful and held it to his lips to check the temperature before serving it to Song Zhuangtong in the bedroom. After Lao Wan finished his last two mouthfuls of porridge, a message came from the house There was a gentle voice.

"Leave the bowl alone."

Song Zhuangtong's hoarse voice that was about to die also came out: "Don't expect him to wash the dishes for you."

Lao Wan clicked his tongue, and couldn't figure out why Song Zhuangtong, a big bastard, met such a beautiful, gentle and quiet wife. Damn, except for the wrong gender, everything made Lao Wan, an old bachelor, so greedy.

In the bedroom, Wen Yan was propping up one leg, sitting on the bed and feeding Song Zhuangtong porridge.

The sick man looked weak and haggard, and the indifference between his brows and eyes filled him with a sense of distance, but when he raised his eyes to look at Wen Yan, he would unconsciously be infected with tenderness that he couldn't even detect.

"Why do you have such a big appetite when you're sick?" A bowl of porridge was eaten quickly, and Wen Yan scraped off the last bit of porridge on the wall of the bowl with a spoon. Served a bowl.

This time Song Zhuangtong also ate deliciously. Wen Yan specially cut the ginger slices in the preserved egg and lean pork porridge into large pieces, and picked them out one by one when scooping them into the bowl, so that the ginger flavor in the porridge would not be too strong.The thick porridge smelled fragrant, filling the whole room.

After the second bowl, Wen Yan planned to go out and fill another bowl, but Song Zhuangtong refused: "I won't eat, leave me alone, go and eat something by yourself."

Wen Yan put the bowl on the bedside, helped the person to lie down gently, and said, "Then you sleep for a while, and you can call me if you need it."

A gentle kiss fell on Song Zhuangtong's forehead, like soothing a restless little beast, there is no way to be more effective than gentleness.

Song Zhuangtong drank some medicine before going to bed, and he felt drowsy as soon as the medicine took effect, but Song Zhuangtong didn't want to sleep. Once he fell asleep, when his willpower was weak, he would be caught by the haunting nightmare.

The feeling of weightlessness from falling started this absurd dream. Countless people whose faces could not be seen clearly stretched out their hands towards him, pulling his limbs and tearing them apart, as if he had done enough bad things to be tortured. , there are people around shouting hello.Song Zhuangtong swayed his body desperately and struggled, a white figure desperately raised his voice to stop them from the corner of his vision, and the hem of the pure white skirt was trampled dirty by the pushing crowd.She used her slender hands to push away the hands that were grasping Song Zhuangtong's body, her weak strength seemed to be inexhaustible, she could not defend anything, but it would never stop.

Something got stuck in Song Zhuangtong's throat, blocking him from making a sound, and he could only let the girl in the white skirt be swallowed up by the black crowd. She waved her bloody hand and stared at Song Zhuangtong with a ferocious face.

Throat began to itch, Song Zhuangtong coughed violently in his dream, he scratched his neck desperately.

Slowly, the sound of breaking the soil and growing came out of the bones, and the fleshy plants grew rapidly from the throat, the roots quickly drained all his blood, and the swaying branches grew huge in an instant, and then The wind swayed the branches and leaves, leaving only a hideous and terrifying face that had been drained of blood.

Song Zhuangtong suddenly woke up from the dream, and when he opened his eyes, it was still dark, making him think that he was falling in a dream, but the warm and familiar body in his arms made Song Zhuangtong come back to his senses, everything just now was just a dream.

Wen Yan didn't know when he got under the covers. He found a familiar and comfortable place to nest in Song Zhuangtong's arms. His whole body was scorching hot, and the back of his neck, which was exposed to the air, stood up softly due to the temperature difference. Little fluff, Song Zhuangtong stared at the darkness wistfully, and flattened these cute little fluffs with his fingers.

Wen Yan slept lightly, and was awakened immediately. The cool temperature on the back of his neck made him struggle uncomfortably, but he realized that Song Zhuangtong was in a gloomy mood, so he obediently stopped in Song Zhuangtong's arms, and continued to let him touch her .

The silence in the darkness was long and monotonous. After rolling his eyes several times, Wen Yan lay in Song Zhuangtong's arms and asked softly, "What time is it?"

"02:30."

"Why so early?"

It's not like getting up, and I don't feel sleepy if I continue to sleep, Wen Yan hugged Song Zhuangtong tightly under the quilt, and asked him: "Are you better?"

"Ah."

For some reason, Wen Yan suddenly remembered Lao Wan's words, and he chuckled lightly, "There will be a day when I will take care of you."

"After taking care of you so many times, it's time to pay me back."

Wen Yan used his memory to find Song Zhuangtong's kiss on the lips in the dark, but was lifted up by the neck by the person under him.

"Be careful to get angry with you."

"Then we both lie on the hospital bed together." Wen Yan had no choice but to kiss his chin twice, and pricked his mouth a little, "Do you know how pitiful Song Jing's face was when he saw you lying on the hospital bed when he came back today?"

Song Zhuangtong sneered a few times, but he still didn't have the energy to listen: "It's kind of useful to keep him."

The temperature in the quilt was very high by two big men. The air conditioner was turned off long ago because Song Zhuangtong was sick. Pushed against Song Zhuangtong's crotch.

Song Zhuangtong: "..."

Wen Yan: "..."

Song Zhuangtong: "I didn't go out to play around, so there's no need to kick me like that."

Wen Yan coughed lightly twice: "It didn't hurt, did it?"

Song Zhuangtong wrapped his arms around Wen Yan's waist, dragging the restless and dangerous element to his side, and said, "You'll know next time you try."

Wen Yan didn't like to lie down and sleep alone, so he rolled into Song Zhuangtong's arms, with his strong arm muscles, and the familiar smell of laundry detergent in his nose, which was very reassuring.

"Don't be serious, I promised to have dinner with Zhang Yu yesterday, but I gave him up, I have to find a time to apologize to him."

Song Zhuangtong said: "Take a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet and bring it to him."

"Why do you buy people's hearts with this kind of favor every time?"

"As long as it's useful." Song Zhuangtong turned sideways, and Wen Yan, who was lying sideways in his arms, faced Song Zhuangtong in a hugging posture. He hugged him into his arms and rubbed him hard like a doll, "To please my wife." The maiden family, of course, must be willing to spend money."

Wen Yan snorted and said with a smile: "Zhangyu is not short of your money."

"The little wine in my wine cabinet is enough for him to crave for a while."

It was late at night, and neither of them felt sleepy, especially Song Zhuangtong, who had been asleep for almost a whole day, and was disturbed by the nightmare just now, and lost the interest in going to sleep.The two chatted indiscriminately. They tacitly did not mention the matter of the elder sister. No one deliberately searched for topics. When a sentence popped up in their minds, they told each other, whether it was nonsensical or repeated a second time. In the middle of the night, guarding a solid and warm hug, talking nonsense that never tires in the lover's world, all the bitterness, sourness, difficulty, and pain are not worth mentioning.