Overwinter

Chapter 19 Parental Conflict

Song Jing and Wen Yan would be inexplicably cute when they were together, Song Zhuangtong attributed this to the deterrent power of the head teacher.It just so happened that Song Zhuang Tong Automobile had a lot of business these days, so he asked Wen Yan to take care of his children for two days, and he went to work every day to make money.

The cold air gradually dissipated, Song Zhuangtong acted as an immediate

Boss Song, who was over [-] years old, became the first group of people to take off their big padded jackets, along with the young apprentices in the garage.

When he was repairing the car in the dealership, he often wore a simple vest, because the muscles that were hard and blood-congested looked very strong, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the wheat-colored skin, exuding a male hormonal atmosphere.

"Brother Song!" A clear female voice sounded, and Song Zhuangtong got out of the car.

"Good afternoon, Brother Song."

"Good afternoon." Song Zhuangtong put the wrench away and glanced at her, "Come to see Lao Wan?"

It was Zhou Mengmeng, a college classmate of his partner Lao Wan whom he met at KTV that day.

"No, I'm here to play."

Song Zhuangtong raised his arm and rubbed his chin.

"Okay, let's stay and eat together later, those boys in the back like to play with you."

Zhou Mengmeng showed a bright smile: "Thank you Song Ge."

Song Zhuangtong changed his clothes at the back, and when he left from the front, Zhou Mengmeng was leaning on the front desk chatting with them, smiling happily, seeing that Song Zhuangtong was leaving, she asked aloud: "Brother Song, where are you going?" ? Isn’t it time to eat?”

"I'll pick up my son." Song Zhuangtong said.

Today the school has half a day of class and half a day off.

When I drove to the school gate, I was blocked for a while as usual.Suddenly remembered that Wen Yan complained that the air conditioner in the office was ineffective due to the people coming in and out, and it was not warm during the whole class. Song Zhuangtong turned up the air conditioner in the car, and the air conditioner was buzzing when it was running , to warm the whole car.

Afraid of cold, love to drink soup, like to reason.

Mr. Wen always looks like an elderly person in some places.

The car was blocked for a while at a distance from the school. Song Zhuangtong parked the car and walked to the class road team. There were many parents and students around, and there were a few security guards. Song Zhuangtong frowned and hurriedly dialed Let the crowd go inside.Wen Yan was surrounded by the crowd, and in front of him stood a man who was not very tall, holding Wen Yan's collar fiercely.

Teacher Wen, who was treated rudely, blushed with anger, but she didn't look timid, and said calmly: "I have already called the police. As long as you do something, I will immediately sue you for intentional injury."

"You fucking think I'm really afraid to do it?"

Song Zhuangtong stepped behind the man in two steps, grabbed his wrist, and asked viciously, "What are you doing?"

At this time, the watching parents also chattered about it.

"Why did you start fighting with the teacher?"

"What are you doing? There are so many people watching, why are you making a move?"

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Wen Yan's cheeks were tense with anger, Song Zhuangtong forcefully separated the man's hand, pulled Wen Yan behind him, and blocked him with his whole body.

The man stared at Wen Yan viciously, and said, "You fucking wait for me!"

"You don't need to speak harshly to me. Be careful that one day you will receive a call from the police station, saying that you are a domestic violence victim." Wen Yan said coldly.

"Damn you!" As if something had been exposed, the man became furious instantly, and he was stopped by the parents and security guards.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, gently pushed Song Zhuangtong away in front of him, and took a step towards the man. His thin figure looked vulnerable, and the illness a while ago still left him haggard and tired. At this moment, Wen Yan straightened his back, stared at the person in front of him, and said word by word: "You are breaking the law."

Soon, the sound of a police car rang out. The man seemed a little apprehensive and restrained his edge, but his eyes were still staring at Wen Yan viciously.Wen Yan squatted in front of the tearful little girl standing not far away, handed her a tissue, and said softly: "Wang Qi, if your father still beats you, you must remember to tell me, the teacher will protect you."

The little girl was sobbing and choking. After taking the tissue, she called Teacher Wen in a hoarse voice. She cried so hard that she couldn't say a few words, her tears couldn't stop falling, she looked terribly pitiful.

Wen Yan also accidentally discovered the wound on Wang Qi's arm, which may have been drawn with a belt. The bloodstains looked terrible. After Wen Yan asked repeatedly, Wang Qi told him that her father did it after he was drunk.A little girl in the second grade, her parents were sentenced to her father after their divorce. Her alcoholic father had a tendency to domestic violence. She was beaten so hard that she dared not speak out. If she hadn't asked gently, she didn't know when this kind of life would come to an end. .That is to say, Wang Qi is still in the stage of compulsory education, and it doesn’t cost much to study. It’s just that every time the subject teacher assigns some tasks such as buying stationery, Wang Qi basically has to be scolded when she returns home. As time goes by, she I never spoke to my father about buying stationery again.

Wen Yan wanted to tell Wang Qi's father about this incident, but he grabbed his collar and cursed angrily, saying that Wen Yan was meddling in his own business, and said some nasty and dirty words, and even scolded Wang Qi When he went in, the always good-tempered Teacher Wen blew up.

"Parents, take your children home and don't gather here." Wen Yan dispersed the crowd, handed Song Jing to Song Zhuangtong, and said, "I might have to go to the principal's office."

"Are you going to be scolded?" Song Zhuangtong frowned and asked.

"It's impossible to be scolded, but I have to call to talk to him, and I also need to ask the principal to help me with this matter."

After all, he was responsible for the conflict with the parents at the school gate no matter what.In addition, Wen Yan was really impulsive today, the traffic at the school gate was relatively large, and I don't know how many eyes were on the pestering head teacher and parents, so it might be a good time to talk about it.But when Wen Yan thought of the deep and shallow red marks on Wang Qi's arms, he couldn't calm down.

"I'll ask the principal first if he can ask the Public Security Bureau to come forward. If it doesn't work, there will be a neighborhood committee. Someone must take care of this matter."

Song Zhuangtong's face didn't look any better either.

"How can there be such a father?"

Wen Yan squeezed the center of his eyebrows.

"When Wang Qi's parents divorced last semester, she was in a bad state. I found out too late."

Song Jing was frightened by the side, and let Song Zhuangtong lead him back to the car. Song Zhuangtong looked at the school with some concern, took out his mobile phone, and called Lao Wan.

"Old Wan, do you have a college classmate at the police station?"

Lao Wan is eating with the people in the car dealership right now.After seeing the note, Zhou Mengmeng next to him came over and asked with his mouth: "Brother Song?"

Lao Wan nodded and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Song Zhuangtong tapped the phone lightly with his fingers, and said, "I want to ask him to do something, is it convenient for you to recommend him for me?"

"What's the matter? Don't do anything illegal."

"I just met a bastard and beat his daughter. I wanted to ask if there was any way to get him into the situation."

Lao Wan didn't expect this, he hesitated and said, "Does this kind of evidence require a lot of evidence?"

"You're only in the second grade, do you know what kind of evidence you can provide?" Song Zhuangtong said.

"Damn? A second grader? Is this a human?" Lao Wan yelled angrily, and said, "Then I'll push you on his WeChat account, and you chat with him."

Zhou Mengmeng, who had been listening for a long time without understanding, blinked and asked Lao Wan, "What's going on?"

Lao Wan glanced at her, then thought of this, and asked Song Zhuangtong, "Have you eaten yet? Why are you so busy with this?"

"I haven't eaten yet, I just received my son."

"Then I'll ask Mengmeng to bring you some food. It's so late, Jingjing is probably hungry."

Song Zhuangtong said, "Don't bother."

"No trouble, Brother Song, where are you? I'm almost done eating, so I'll just drop by and pick you up." Zhou Mengmeng's voice came through the receiver.

Song Zhuangtong looked at the darkening sky again, and said: "Then I'm sorry for your trouble, bring me two more dishes, put less pepper, and send you the address later."