Overwinter

Chapter 54 Song Jing is sick

After pulling the new teacher arranged by the school into the parent group, Wen Yan quit all the groups related to the school, and the resignation matter was settled.Song Zhuangtong helped to get the file and the rest of the things from the school. Wen Yan stayed at home and rested in bed, and hadn't been out for a while.

After Song Jing started school, Song Zhuangtong got up lightly every morning to wash up, and after sending Song Jing to school, he went back to bed and slept with Wen Yan for two more hours.

Without rushing to work every day, Wen Yan feels that he has a lot of leisure time, and the time for sleeping has increased by the dozens.The family doctor said that Wen Yan has insufficient energy and blood, and low immunity. He will get sick repeatedly when the temperature drops slightly. He needs to keep his body healthy before winter, otherwise it will be very difficult in the cold winter.In addition to medicine and food supplements, Song Zhuangtong also took Wen Yan to the gym with him.

Wen Yan was already very unfamiliar with the gym. There were thousands of yuan left in the fitness card he had bought in the community before, and Song Zhuangtong charged a few thousand yuan in, so he saw that Wen Yan didn't want to waste it. I had no choice but to go to the gym with him to exercise every day.

It's just that Wen Yan's physical fitness is poor, and his physical fitness is poor. Running a few kilometers is like killing him.

Song Zhuangtong was still exercising on the treadmill next to him with gentle breathing. He glanced at Wen Yan, whose speed was getting slower and slower, and said in a low voice, "Can you stop panting like this?"

Wen Yan couldn't even raise his voice, he gave up his efforts at the moment when his feet were so soft that he was about to kneel down, and sat down slumped to the side.

His physical strength was not as bad before, but the intermittent illnesses during this period caused him to lose too much energy, and his body that had not been exercising for a long time could not withstand the damage at all.

Song Zhuangtong wore a pair of loose cropped trousers, and his calf muscles were already swollen with blood due to exercise.After he stopped running, he walked up to Wen Yan, wiped the sweat off Wen Yan's forehead with the back of his hand, and commented: "I think Song Jing can run better than you."

Wen Yan was breathing very quickly, as if his breath was about to die. His cheeks were unnaturally red, his red lips were parted and he breathed out, his arms rested weakly on his thighs. After taking two deep breaths , he panted: "I haven't exercised for too long."

Song Zhuangtong lifted Wen Yan up like a chick, and after hanging him in his arms, he held Wen Yan's butt firmly with his palm, and carried him to the rest area next to him.

After going to the vending machine to buy a bottle of water, Song Zhuangtong unscrewed it for him and handed it over.

"You still have to take your time and practice step by step."

Wen Yan drank a couple of sips of water, wiped his cheeks with the back of his cold hand, then looked up at Song Zhuangtong. He was obviously much faster than himself, and he ran for more than an hour without stopping, but he still seemed to be nothing. Normally, except for a thin layer of sweat on the neck, it is impossible to tell that Song Zhuangtong has just exercised.

Seeing his silly expression, Song Zhuangtong squatted in front of Wen Yan, turned his head and said, "I'll carry you back."

Wen Yan was getting what he wanted, he climbed onto Song Zhuangtong's back, wrapped his limp arms around Song Zhuangtong's neck, and pressed his sweaty cheek against Song Zhuangtong.

He moved steadily and powerfully, carried Wen Yan on his back, walked to the elevator and waited.

Wen Yan, who had received a lot of stares, was a little embarrassed. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Song Zhuangtong, and said in this coquettish way: "Can you make them think that I was carried on my back because I was injured?"

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him sideways, and said loudly, "You're too careless, you can sprain your feet even if you run."

After finishing speaking, he asked Wen Yan, "Is this okay?"

It shouldn't be too strange for Wen Yan to bury his whole face in Song Zhuangtong's neck and let Song Zhuangtong lose his face all by himself.

At night, the light was dim, only the pavements and street lights on the side of the community were on. Song Zhuangtong deliberately avoided the side road with many people, and walked across the road to the parking place with Wen Yan on his back.

It is the late autumn when the temperature has dropped. The wind at night is bitingly cold, as if condensing the smoke and fire in the air, and what is sucked into the chest is a cavity of coldness. The warm words tightened around Song Zhuangtong's neck, and the whole body There is no gap between people and him.

"Cold?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan's scorching breath tickled his neck, Song Zhuangtong tensed his lower abdomen, and retracted some strength on the two arms holding Wen Yan.

The two overlapping shadows were stretched very long by the street lamps, changing their shapes and depths as they moved, but their posture remained the same.

Song Zhuangtong carried Wen Yan on his back like this, with steady and strong steps, step by step in the autumn wind, walking on an ordinary night.

Wen Yan felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. He already had some clear snot. After sniffing, he grabbed Song Zhuangtong's neck tightly and bit down on it. The salty taste of his bite made Wen Yan frowned.

"You sweat a lot."

Song Zhuangtong's hair grew a lot, the black hair was constantly blown by the wind, and two of his forehead hair flew in front of Wen Yan.

Wen Yan puffed out his cheeks and blew violently, only to be completely blown by a gust of cold wind.

Wen Yan quickly burrowed into Song Zhuangtong's neck, letting him play around behind him, and Song Zhuangtong firmly carried him on his back.

Tired of playing, Wen Yan let out a long sigh, and rubbed against Song Zhuangtong like a kitten.

The kitten even brought its lips up for kisses, one after another, making Song Zhuangtong's heart itch so badly.

After a long time, he whispered, "Song Zhuangtong, I like you so much."

Song Zhuangtong pursed his lips, but deliberately said: "You like me just by carrying you?"

Wen Yan arched his back with the tip of his nose, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not just this..."

Song Zhuangtong shook his head twice, frightened the person on his body to hug him even tighter, then took the opportunity to rub his buttocks, and said intimidatingly, "What else? Tell me everything, don't leave anyone behind. "

Wen Yan's illness was not fully recovered, and Song Zhuangtong returned to Beijing. His sister suddenly had an emotional outburst in a nursing home abroad, and had a very serious self-harm behavior. Fearing that she would really die outside, Mr. Song quickly took her back and lived in the hospital. In a private hospital in Beijing.

As soon as Song Zhuangtong returned to Beijing, it fell to Wen Yan to pick up Song Jing.

Just in time to take the opportunity to go out and breathe fresh air, the familiar maple trees in the school had few leaves left, crumbling in the wind.This year's winter has not yet arrived, and the temperature is already so low. I don't know how hard it will be in winter.

Wen Yan suddenly thought of Song Zhuangtong, who was thousands of miles away, and felt warm in his heart.

No matter how cold it is, he is not afraid now.

The days are like water from an unscrewed faucet, ticking by evenly and smoothly according to the original rhythm.

On the day Song Zhuangtong came back, Song Jing had an accident at school.

Unable to contact Song Zhuangtong who was on the plane to send his sister to Hangzhou and Shanghai for medical treatment, and Wen Yan was picking up Song Jing during this time, the head teacher simply called him and asked him to take Song Jing back for a checkup.

Wen Yan was taken aback by the sudden call. After he stabilized his mind, he picked up the car keys and walked out while asking about the situation.

"I'm not very clear. He seems to have a nosebleed without warning. In fact, he had it once last week, but it stopped quickly. I just thought he was going to get angry for the change of seasons, but today he had a nosebleed again. Stop it." I can't stop it, it's too scary.

"He was really withdrawn and didn't trust me very much. He wasted a lot of time in the infirmary. Fortunately, he didn't have any more nosebleeds in the end. It really scared me to death."

Wen Yan ran through two red lights and rushed to the school. Song Jing was sitting in the infirmary. His school uniform jacket was stained red with blood, and he was still clutching a crumpled bloody paper. Sitting restlessly in the corner of the infirmary.

Wen Yan was so distressed that he waved to him: "Song Jing, hurry up, let's go home."

The rapid heartbeat could not be slowed down for a long time. After bringing Song Jing into the car, Wen Yan felt dizzy for a while. He held the door for half a minute before opening the driver's door and getting into the car.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Wen Yan looked at Song Jing and asked in a low voice.

Song Jing was probably also frightened by so much blood. He sat blankly in the passenger seat, clutching his fingers nervously, with a serious and fearful expression.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and touched the back of Song Jing's head, then softened his tone: "Song Jing, don't be afraid, tell Teacher Wen what's wrong with you."

Teacher Wen's name brought Song Jing back to his senses, he turned his head stiffly to look at Wen Yan, caught off guard, big tears fell from Song Jing's eyes, and hit the bloody school uniform directly.

Knowing that the child was frightened, Wen Yan hurriedly unfastened his seat belt and hugged him into his arms, patted Song Jing's back with his palms, and comforted him: "It's all right, it's all right now."