Overwinter

Chapter 64

Wen Yan bought a small one-bedroom house. It is not far from the city center, so he doesn’t need to go to the supermarket to buy things as before. The house is also very close to the flower shop. The car he bought before has been left unused The parking lot is long.

Thinking that it was a home that no one visited at ordinary times, and that there would be no visitors on sick days, Wen Yan ignored the successive ringing of the doorbell, put the quilt over his head, and fell into a deep sleep.

At about four o'clock, Wen Yan woke up in a daze, and heard the doorbell ringing tirelessly again. Wen Yan nestled under the quilt and thought for a long time before he dullly realized that it was his own doorbell ringing.

I have been pressing it since I was a little sober until now, probably a very patient guest, Wen Yan walked slowly to the entrance and opened the door.

Not a very patient customer.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?"

"How did you come?"

No one answered anyone's question first, but Song Zhuangtong walked into Wen Yan's house naturally, carrying a lot of messy things in his hands, looking at the furnishings in the house unceremoniously, while putting the things in his hands to Put it on the coffee table.

The wind outside the door was very cold, and Wen Yan was wearing little clothes. After he closed the door, he looked at Song Zhuangtong who was as comfortable as in his own home with a bit of a headache, and said, "I asked why you are here?"

"The noodles are about to fall off, you haven't come to open the door for too long."

Wen Yan sighed, and watched Song Zhuangtong take out the packed noodles and put them on the table. After opening the lid, the fragrance spread in the room.It must have been waiting for a long time, the noodles were already in the soup, and when Song Zhuangtong caught two chopsticks, steam came out.

Wen Yan only drank half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and now his stomach was really hungry. He watched Song Zhuangtong unpack and wipe the disposable chopsticks handed to him, and chose to fill up first. Let's talk about the stomach.

The noodles in clear soup do not lose their fragrance, and the soft noodles melt instantly between the lips and teeth. There are also clean small seafood inside, full of scallions, which is just right for Wen Yan who doesn't want to work hard.After eating half a bowl, he gently put down the bowl in his hand, and said to Song Zhuangtong, "How much? I'll transfer it to you."

Song Zhuangtong didn't refuse. He showed the QR code of his WeChat friend and handed it to Wen Yan, saying, "25."

"The payment code is fine." After speaking, Wen Yan got up and went to the bedroom to get his phone.

When he came out with his mobile phone, Song Zhuangtong had already taken off his coat, and began to organize all the things he bought, putting all the vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator.

Song Zhuangtong, who was busy in the kitchen wearing only a black sweater, made Wen Yan's breathing slightly stagnant. When Song Zhuangtong turned his smiling eyes over, Wen Yan blinked his eyes away with difficulty, and hinted to himself that he was just sick and too fragile That's all.

"It's just a cold, right? Don't you have a fever?" As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong walked up to him, and put his palm on Wen Yan's forehead affectionately. Just as he touched it, Wen Yan turned his head away.

"I'll transfer the money to you." The weak voice could only pretend to be a little cold by the tone.

Song Zhuangtong said: "Mr. Wen, you can add me first."

Wen Yan was a little annoyed by his faceless look, and he said, "Give me the payment code."

"Add it and turn it."

"Then I won't give it."

"It's fine if you don't give it. Come here, and I bought this for you." He said, he took out a pure black scarf from a paper bag with a small white logo on the tail, and his vision was much better this time.Wen Yan frowned, and stood still.

"Song Zhuangtong, I think it's impolite to enter your ex-boyfriend's house so grandly."

Song Zhuangtong, who didn't know what "politeness" was, was very satisfied with the scarf he had chosen, so he got up and wrapped it around Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's frowning and resisting action made him dizzy, his precarious body was tightly encircled by Song Zhuangtong's powerful arms, and the smell that belonged to Song Zhuangtong wrapped Wen Yan, but his sense of smell was dull at the moment, his eyes were sour and moist It's a little hard to open.

His voice was limp, and his hands couldn't use his strength. Wen Yan's refusal seemed very pitiful.

"You leave my house first."

From Song Zhuangtong's point of view, this refusal wasn't even a tickle. He squatted down a bit, reached Wen Yan's knee with his elbow, and picked him up with all his strength. The weight in his hand made him raise his eyebrows : "You're actually a little fatter."

Wen Yan blushed so badly, he didn't know if it was driven by a cold or anger.

Although the gesture of hugging someone is rude, the gesture of putting him under the quilt is very gentle. Song Zhuangtong even tucked the corner of the quilt for Wen Yan thoughtfully.

"Lie down for a while, and I'll make some medicine for you."

After such a toss, Wen Yan became very dizzy, and the scarf that he hadn't pulled off just now was squeezed under the quilt, which made him very uncomfortable. Wen Yan was extremely irritable, and directly yelled at Song Zhuangtong: "Take the scarf away, I feel so uncomfortable .”

Song Zhuangtong turned around and came back to fetch the scarf for him, and he muttered in a low voice, "I've grown my temper."

And it's not because you're so annoying.

Wen Yan closed his sour eyes, and Song Zhuangtong boiled water to make medicine outside after leaving the room.

Wen Yan was also in the commotion and fell into a drowsy sleep.

After sleeping until after nine o'clock in the evening, her limbs were a little sore from sleep, Wen Yan yawned slowly, and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.Warm white light came in through the gap in the door, Wen Yan sat up slowly, put a coat on his body, and pushed open the door.

Song Zhuangtong unceremoniously fell asleep on the sofa in his house.

The tall man huddled in the sofa looked a bit pitiful, and he was covered with a coat he wore.It was only when Song Zhuangtong finally calmed down that Wen Yan could take a closer look at him with frowns.

His tired expression relaxed a lot after falling asleep, a lot of stubble appeared on his chin, and he looked a little more masculine. He folded his arms, thinking that he had not slept well, and frowned.

Wen Yan sighed softly, and pushed Song Zhuangtong's arm: "Get up quickly."

Song Zhuangtong opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at the person in front of him.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to be a little obsessed, unable to tell whether the Wen Yan in front of him was real or not, so he reached out to touch Wen Yan's face.

"Hurry up and go home." Wen Yan drove her away without any politeness.

After Song Zhuangtong's deep black eyes were focused, he regained his fierce and oppressive aura. He stared at Wen Yan for a long time, finally sat up and said, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Wen Yan shook his head and said, "No need, you will make me very distressed if you appear in front of me frequently."

"Are you very distressed?" Song Zhuangtong's throat was slightly choked, but he quickly suppressed his emotions, rubbed his face with his hands, and said, "Then you will wait to be troubled for the rest of your life."

These words inexplicably made Wen Yan's nose sour, and the extremely sensitive and fragile emotions due to illness always come very quickly, Wen Yan blinked his eyes with difficulty, stood up slowly, turned his head away, and said: "It's getting so dark , let’s go quickly.”

After he closed the door casually, the room fell into silence again.

Wen Yan let out a turbid breath, and walked towards the kitchen with slightly heavy steps.

The sentence just now would be distressing, Wen Yan originally wanted to say that it was embarrassing, but he was afraid of giving Song Zhuangtong hints that he shouldn't have, which caused them to maintain an awkward state of not wanting to break up.

Song Zhuangtong, who suddenly broke into his peaceful life, really had too much influence.Wen Yan failed to drive him away as firmly as Zhou Yuanbai, so Song Zhuangtong took advantage of the opportunity and stayed at home for most of the day.

Wen Yan's heart was in a mess and heavy, and he couldn't explain why or what to do.

Wen Yan was lost in thought while stirring the porridge in the pot.

There was a sudden tinkling of the bell outside the door, very anxious.

Wen Yan raised his eyes abruptly, a trace of imperceptible expectation flashed in his eyes, he walked to the door and looked at the cat's eyes, it was really Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong with snow on his shoulders.

Wen Yan opened the door.

"The road was blocked by heavy snow, and I couldn't go back."

Song Zhuangtong's smug expression made Wen Yan feel like cursing, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then you go to a hotel."

"I can't get out of the community, where can I stay in a hotel?" Song Zhuangtong patted the snow on his shoulder, and his eyes were bright when he looked up at Wen Yan, "Today I will trouble Teacher Wen to take me in."