Overwinter

Chapter 73

Soaking in hot springs in winter is a very enjoyable thing. The hot air tightly wraps the body ravaged by the cold winter, melts away the roughness of the body, and then drills in along the bone seam, wrapping the whole body in warmth.

Song Zhuangtong felt quite at ease in the hot spring pool. He leaned against the wall of the pool with his arms open, enjoying the comfortable hot spring in a lazy posture.

Wen Yan's entire face was flushed by the heat, and the shoulders exposed to the water were also covered with a thin layer of red, and the water slid along the white and tender shoulders, leaving a piece of wetness.

Song Zhuangtong's heart moved, and he leaned a little closer to Wen Yan. The moment his palm covered Wen Yan's shoulder, the person in his arms was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he fell into the water uncontrollably. Song Zhuangtong quickly embraced Wen Yan. His waist, which made it easier for him to eat tofu openly.

Wen Yan is really like a piece of tofu, it's slippery in the warm water, so tender and slippery, it's hard to let go when you get started.

After being touched and pinched for a while, Wen Yan's face became more and more red, and he stared at Song Zhuangtong: "Take your hands away."

Song Zhuangtong was very dignified, he said: "I will support you, be careful not to fall."

What does it mean to hold on, hold on, and stick your hands to your buttocks?

Wen Yan gritted his teeth, grabbed Song Zhuangtong's wrist under the water, and whispered, "Song Zhuangtong!"

How can Song Zhuangtong really be a beast here, Wen Yan's skin is so thin, and they haven't reconciled for a long time, Wen Yan's indulgence towards him is relatively low, if he really wants to mess around, he has to wait until his relationship gets better in the future , and then bring Wen Yan over to soak in the hot spring.

Although he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do less than doing things. Song Zhuangtong covered Wen Yan's back with his palm to protect him, so he didn't get hurt.The water was slippery, and it was difficult to hold onto anything. The strange and familiar feeling made Wen Yan bite his lower lip tightly, holding back the cry, but couldn't help the physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

When Song Zhuangtong fished him out of the water, Wen Yan turned red all over. He grabbed Song Zhuangtong's arm in shame and anger, and asked him, "Can you tell them to come over to change the water?"

Song Zhuangtong touched his ear reassuringly, and said: "This is a natural hot spring, it will flow, and it will be washed away long ago when others come."

Song Jing had already had fun with Lao Wan at the barbecue, and when Song Zhuangtong and Wen Yan came over after taking a shower and changing clothes, he monopolized a barbecue grill, and his face was blackened.

Seeing Wen Yan and Song Zhuangtong coming over, he excitedly held up the grilled meat dish and handed it to Wen Yan.

"You boy, I have taught you how to bake for so long, and you can't bear to give me a whole bunch. You really have no conscience." Lao Wan yelled not far away.

Song Jing smiled embarrassedly when he heard the words, and after Song Zhuangtong and Wen Yan tasted it, he turned to look expectantly, waiting for their comments.

Although it was scorched and completely cold, Wen Yan still nodded and praised: "It's delicious."

Encouraged, Song Jing was overjoyed, and ran back to the grill again, continuing to fiddle with the charred leeks.

Played here with them for two days, and the next afternoon everyone drove their own car back to Beijing to prepare for the New Year.

Beijing’s New Year’s Eve is full of atmosphere. Red lanterns are hung early in the old courtyard house, couplets are pasted on the doorframe of the old house full of ancient charm, and the powerful regular script writes the New Year’s vision. Under the peace, Mr. Song still hopes Here comes Song Jing.

"Song Jing is really allowed to go to Song's house for dinner?" Wen Yan asked Song Zhuangtong with some uncertainty.

Song Zhuangtong turned the steering wheel to leave, he said flatly: "The old man has such a large sum of money, all of it will be left to Song Jing, let him taste the sweetness, anyway, he won't live for a few years."

Old man Song still kept a hand. He didn't show his face when Song Jing was imprisoned. Now Song Jing still treats him with the same attitude as before. It's not close, and he's a little scared, but no matter what, he treats him like a grandfather.And after Song Zhuangtong made such a fuss last time, Mr. Song didn't dare to do anything to Song Jing anymore, and even took the initiative to ask Song Jing if he wanted to change Song Jing to a better psychiatrist.

Song Zhuangtong had his own plans, and Wen Yan didn't ask much, and sent Song Jing away, and Song Zhuangtong took Wen Yan to a restaurant he had booked before.This place is also overcrowded on New Year's Eve, the tables are full of people, it seems that the double seats in their small private room are a bit deserted.

"We are like two widows and orphans without children."

Song Zhuangtong chuckled lightly and said, "This is better than the world of two people."

Afraid of being scolded by Wen Yan, he held back and didn't say, this kid Song Jing, I don't know how many times he made them unable to have a good and sweet world between the two of them.

Song Zhuangtong didn't order too many dishes, and the food served was basically Wen Yan's favorite food. The relaxed dinner made them feel good. The meal celebrating the end of the year always brings some relief. More than 300 days have passed, leaving There are too many regrets and worries, it seems that such a reunion meal has been marked with an end, and tomorrow is a new day.

Without scenes and polite words, a New Year's Eve meal was no different from a normal date. After dinner, the two walked slowly from the restaurant to the parking lot side by side.

"Go and buy some fruit, there is only one rotten pear left at home." Wen Yan suggested.

Song Zhuangtong nodded, and after going to the fruit shop with Wen Yan to choose some fruits, the two walked slowly towards the parking lot.

New Year's greetings were constantly flashing on the big screen not far away, and the atmosphere of the New Year was flying over the entire city. After eating a full stomach, the two of them felt warm all over.

Song Zhuangtong suddenly grabbed Wen Yan with his free hand, pulled him towards him.

"What are you doing?" Wen Yan was taken aback by him, turned around and asked.

Song Zhuangtong also looked at him and said, "I want to lead him away."

In fact, there are not many people on the street at this moment. The city of Beijing is bustling and noisy as always. The similar thing is that the people on the street are staying with people they want to welcome the New Year with.

Wen Yan suddenly thought of Liang Yi who just sent him a message not long ago. In the past two New Years, Liang Yi was the first person I saw every year and year after year. I don't know how he is doing this year.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a little lost again.

It is very difficult to repeatedly give up the life you have adapted to, especially for a sensitive person like Wen Yan. The new environment will remind him of the torment when he left the old life last time, thus diluting the joy brought by the new environment and comfort.

Sensing Wen Yan's emotional change, Song Zhuangtong slowed down and asked him aloud, "What are you thinking?"

Wen Yan looked up at him, with complicated emotions brewing in his eyes, and after a while, he replied, "I'm thinking about what will happen in the future."

This question fell beyond Song Zhuangtong's imagination, he was only stunned for a moment, and then took out a key from his pocket.

"I originally wanted to give it to you on the first day of the new year, but I thought it would be hard for you to refuse me on the first day of the new year." He put the key in Wen Yan's palm, "I bought a store, and the decoration hasn't been done yet, so I'll accompany you when the time comes Go get it, you can use this store for whatever you want, a flower shop, a coffee shop, or a cram school, whatever you like."

After Wen Yan recovered from his astonishment, he was amused by his words again.

"Why are all the cram schools here?"

Song Zhuangtong shrugged and said, "Maybe you still want to teach or something."

Wen Yan squeezed the key tightly and asked him, "When did you prepare it?"

"I bought it after I picked you up." Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan's expression, and said, "If something happened to your father, I don't know when I can bring you back."

Wen Yan stared silently at a spot of light on the ground, hearing noisy voices, he just kept his posture and listened quietly to Song Zhuangtong's words.

"Although it's a bit unkind, I still want to thank his old man."

It is indeed a bit too unkind.

Wen Yan didn't hold back, and chuckled twice.

The atmosphere calmed down a bit, Song Zhuangtong grabbed Wen Yan's hand again, his fingertips were a little cold, Song Zhuangtong wrapped his hand around him, and stuffed it into his pocket: "You can do whatever you want, but the only requirement is to let me Arrange it into your future, you must stay by my side."

As if realizing that his tone was a bit tough, Song Zhuangtong softened his words again and said, "Wen Yan, we agreed before that we will celebrate the New Year together every year."

As he spoke, Song Zhuangtong scratched his hair in distress.

"Every time I come to this time, I feel a little annoyed that I am stupid. Someday I will ask Lao Wan to learn from me, how to coax my wife with a smooth tongue."

Wen Yan asked back: "Old Wan has a date?"

Song Zhuangtong paused and said, "No."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head regretfully and said, "He can't even find a partner, let me teach him next time."