Overwinter

The parent-child activity day was arranged on a sunny Saturday morning. The school entrance was full of cars and the intersections were completely blocked.In order to prevent being blocked for too long due to the road conditions when returning home later, Song Zhuangtong parked the car in a parking lot one road away from the school, and the three of them walked into the school.

The decoration in the school was grander than the previous parents' meeting. The school gate was covered with colorful balloons, and the fluttering ribbons made the passing children look up curiously.Seeing that Song Jing raised his head frequently and the road was not easy to walk, Song Zhuangtong simply picked him up, trying to carry him on his shoulders like he did when he was a child.But Song Jing is no longer the short little boy he used to be. He has grown rapidly in the past two years, and his weight has also increased a lot, which is not suitable for carrying on his shoulders at all.

"I can't carry you anymore." Song Zhuangtong had no choice but to put him down, and said to Wen Yan, "It seems that I am really old."

Wen Yan squeezed his strong arm: "Your son will grow up even if he is not old."

Song Jing, who struggled out of Song Zhuangtong's arms, ran towards the classroom, and his figure merged into a group of children running with a bright mood. Song Zhuangtong was instantly touched: "When I just took him out of the house, he didn't have me. One arm is big, and now they are so tall."

Wen Yan said with emotion: "Children grow the fastest."

A few years ago, Song Jing still stood in front of Wen Yan's class when queuing up, but now he is as high as Song Zhuangtong's waist.

"This guy will definitely grow taller than me in the future."

"Why so high?"

Not to mention, being tall is still a bit of an advantage. For example, in today's event, several events are dominated by being tall. In addition, Song Zhuangtong has good physical fitness. He won all the events that rely on physical strength and height. Then, one after another, the gold seals were stamped on Song Jing's small stamp booklet.

The school was full of people at the moment, and after finishing all the projects in the classroom, the three of them followed the crowd to the basketball court.There are a lot of people queuing up for the shooting event, and the winding line has reached the edge of the track and field.

"There are not many items left, let's arrange this one first." Song Jing's yellow children's travel cap was put on Wen Yan's head. The bright yellow made his skin fair, and he looked at the game introduction in his hand carefully, full of student spirit. .

Song Zhuangtong came over to look at it together: "Have you already collected enough gold seals?"

Wen Yan said: "But the basic requirement is to collect all the stamps, and we only have the playground project left."

The item on the basketball court is fixed-point shooting. Out of ten balls, eight must be scored to get the gold seal.

"The conditions are a bit harsh, but our gold seal is enough." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan raised his head and asked, "So let me try this?"

Song Zhuangtong was skeptical: "Are you here?"

Just now, the spelling and Sudoku in the classroom were solved gently, and all the physical work was done by Song Zhuangtong.

"Don't look down on me." Wen Yan slapped him on the shoulder. With this strength, Song Zhuangtong really didn't think he could make a few shots, but Wen Yan wanted to play, so let him try.

The two baskets on the left and right were lined up together, and the speed was still very fast. It didn't take long before it was their turn.Wen Yan handed Song Jing all the things in his hand, then rolled up his sleeves, eager to try.

"Father Wen, come on." Song Jing whispered.

Wen Yan rubbed his head with a smile, reached out to catch the basketball, stood at the free throw line, and patted it decently a few times to find his hand.

He squatted down slightly, and sent the ball in his hand with a bouncing movement.

The first ball fell into the basket steadily. It was a light hollow ball without any noise.

"Beautiful!" Song Zhuangtong boasted loudly.

Wen Yan didn't hesitate. After receiving the ball from the physical education teacher, he threw another ball in the same posture as before.

Another beautiful standard hollow ball!

Many onlookers exclaimed. Wen Yan entered the third, fourth, and ninth place. The envy and exclamation of the children became louder and louder. A big brother in the hearts of elementary school students.

"You can already get the gold seal." The physical education teacher in charge of the basketball project said loudly.

Wen Yan glanced at him and said, "I'll see if I can get ten."

The physical education teacher nodded, and Wen Yan raised his hand again to aim at the basket, but this time the ball was thrown and hit the border and bounced back, failing to make the shot.

Scoring nine goals in a row is already very good. Song Zhuangtong hugged his shoulder when stamping, squeezed it lightly, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "You can also play basketball? You are so good."

"I took basketball as an elective in college and learned some basics." Wen Yan took two sips of the water he opened, and said, "Fixed shooting is more about the touch. I'm lucky, and I found the touch first."

"It's kind of handsome, Mr. Wen."

Song Zhuangtong smiled and pulled him into his arms, it was too close to be dangerous in public, Wen Yan pushed him twice, and when he lowered his head, he saw Song Jing's worshipful expression, Wen Yan was even more awkward.

"Don't mess with me, hurry up and finish other projects."

The three of them are fast and have a high success rate. They are not a problem with all the items. After checking in all the items, they went straight to the exchange area.

In addition to skateboards, the seal can also be exchanged for some snacks and stationery. The students who had already got the seal blocked the place, so Song Jing got the skateboard he was longing for under the envious eyes of everyone.

"Why did he have two fathers to participate in the event?" A little boy asked crisply, "Where's his mother?"

The parent next to the little boy quickly grabbed him and said, "Maybe mom is busy and asked uncle to accompany him with dad. Hurry up, have you chosen? Do you want to continue playing?"

"But our teacher said, we must come with our parents!"

The crisp and loud voice was particularly obvious in the noisy crowd. The little boy's parents looked at the family being discussed. The tall one had a cold face and was not easy to provoke, so he had to apologize to another fair man. Smiling, Wen Yan also hooked his lips in a friendly way to show his understanding.

"My mother said that only my father would be lazy. He didn't come to school with me to participate in activities and go out to drink. Could it be that his mother is lazy?"

"You guy-"

This kid was very annoying, with a pair of dark eyes that kept turning, he talked heavily, and his voice was loud, and the attention in public was focused on himself. Song Jing pinched the edge of the skateboard a little nervously, his lips trembled. Bai, dare not make a sound.

The child started chattering again, Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue impatiently, Wen Yan said softly: "So you have a very good father, and he has two very good fathers, you are all lucky children."

The pretty brother's words were also very nice. The child was obviously fooled, and he looked at Wen Yan with sparkling eyes.

"I've never seen anyone have two fathers, you are so lucky." He said to Song Jing with a smile.

Song Jing pursed his lips tightly, looked nervous, and looked away unnaturally.

Wen Yan's palm covered Song Jing's head, and his thumb gently stroked his forehead, silently comforting him.

Once you get the skateboard, you can go home, but Song Jing still slumped his shoulders and sat in the back row without saying a word, even though he had already achieved his goal.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at his listless son, and asked, "Song Jing, can you skateboard?"

Song Jing looked up at him, then shook his head.

Wen Yan asked: "When the time comes, call Brother Liang Yi over to teach you, okay?"

Song Jing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Did you have a good time today?" Wen Yan asked him.

He hesitated for a longer time now, and it seemed that he was not happy enough, otherwise he would have nodded his head like smashing garlic.

Before Wen Yan could ask deeply, Song Jing whispered, "I don't have a mother."

Before, he didn’t pretend to have these things in his mind, and he couldn’t understand them. When he grew up, he knew clearly that each of you would have a father and a mother in your family, but he had never met his mother since he was a child. No one has ever mentioned my mother, as if there is no such person.

These words caused the two adults in the front row to look at each other, and Song Zhuangtong who received the instruction was the first to speak: "Your mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to you."

Wen Yan: "?"

Song Jing was obviously frightened: "Will you die if you give birth to a child?"

"If there is an accident, you will die." Song Zhuangtong pretended not to see Wen Yan's frowning and puzzled expression, and made it up, "She was unlucky, but fortunately you survived, this is already a blessing in misfortune .”

The sudden news made Song Jing speechless for a long time. He sat silently in the back row with a dignified expression, while Song Zhuangtong in the front row had already been scolded by Wen Yan in a suppressed voice.

"Why don't you lay the groundwork before we talk? Don't you understand your son's sensitive mind? Can you stop being so simple and rude to him?"

Song Zhuangtong was being scolded for driving honestly, and Song Jing suddenly whispered: "Then Papa Wen still doesn't want to have children."

Wen Yan: "...?"

Song Zhuangtong laughed so much that his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking, he turned his head and said to Wen Yan, "See, he is much more receptive now than you imagined."