Overwinter

Chapter 8 Chapter 1

The thick soup was constantly tumbling, and it didn't know when it was snowing outside, and the rustling snowflakes hit the transparent windows.A white mist rose from several tables in the store, and everyone at each table spoke in a low voice, even though the snowflakes were falling outside, it was still warm inside.

The potatoes had been boiled so soft that they could be broken with a slight poke of chopsticks. Song Zhuangtong clamped several times, until a whole piece of potato was crushed. He pressed his cheek a little irritably. Yan took a colander and scooped him a spoonful of vegetables.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him and scooped up the potatoes.

Wen Yan poured all the dishes into his bowl and said, "I'll give it all to you."

Song Zhuangtong said: "Thank you, Mr. Wen."

"You are eating outside with me, what will Song Jing do later?" Wen Yan asked.

"There is an aunt at home who prepared it for him." Song Zhuangtong paused, and then said, "But my aunt has been on leave for the past few days, so I'll go back and order him a takeaway later."

"It's not healthy to eat takeaway." Wen Yan said, "When you leave, ask the waiter to pack a soup for you. Go back and put some noodles in the soup for him, and sprinkle some chopped green onion. It's delicious and nutritious."

The soup was completely boiled at this moment, and the thick and fragrant smell wafted through the whole shop amidst the churning of the broth.There are some medicinal herbs in the soup, but the taste is not strong. The soup is slightly hot when you eat it, and it is very comfortable to slide through your throat.

Song Zhuangtong glanced at Wen Yan through the dense fog.Wen Yan had already taken off his heavy coat, and he was wearing a beige sweater underneath. His right sleeve was rolled up, revealing a lotus-white forearm. He lowered his head to bite the pork belly on the chopsticks. It should be a pig. Belly burning his mouth, he frowned slightly, subconsciously grinding his bright red lips with his teeth.

Song Zhuangtong said: "It's a little troublesome, but it's easy to order takeaway."

"No trouble, I'll help you with it later." Wen Yan said, "Is it convenient? I just happened to go to see how Song Jing's homework is doing."

Song Zhuangtong narrowed his eyes and said, "It's convenient, there's nothing inconvenient about it."

Wen Yan drank two bowls of soup and filled his stomach without eating a mouthful. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Song Zhuangtong followed suit.

"Let's go."

Wen Yan asked the waiter for a packaged chicken soup wrapped in pork belly. After packing it, he was going to the front desk to pay the bill. He was opening WeChat to make payment, but Song Zhuangtong on the side directly reached out to scan the code, and Wen Yan didn't have time Stop it, the cash register has already beeped and swept away the money.

"Didn't you agree that I would invite you?"

"It was agreed to invite me to eat wontons, but not to invite me to eat this." Song Zhuangtong stuffed his phone into his pocket and said, "Let's go, Song Jing is going to be hungry."

For some reason, Wen Yan has gotten used to the feeling of being led by the nose by Song Zhuangtong. It may be because he is too strong. Although Wen Yan is less afraid than when they first met, as soon as Song Zhuangtong opens his mouth, Wen Yan is very happy. It's hard to say no to him.

The snow on the road had already been traced by the wheels. Song Zhuangtong slowed down the speed of the car, and Wen Yan suddenly remembered something: "My bicycle is still in school."

"It's snowing, so you can't ride a bicycle anymore." Song Zhuangtong turned to look at him, "Why don't you buy a car if you still ride a bicycle in such cold weather? A cheaper electric car will do."

Wen Yan's expression seemed to stagnate for a moment. As soon as certain memories flashed in his mind, he subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple, slowly feeling the sensation of eardrums pulsating.

"I don't like driving very much." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong is very good at repairing cars and driving. The car he chose is also very comfortable. The car has a light leather smell, but the smell of nicotine left in the car is even stronger.

The smell of smoke was the same as that of Song Zhuangtong, and it was a bit different from the smell of other people. It is estimated that Song Zhuangtong also sprayed men's perfume occasionally. The smell of nicotine was mixed in it, and it didn't smell too bad.

"arrive."

There is a garage in the compound, and there is another car parked in it, a sports car.

Wen Yan couldn't help but take a second look, Song Zhuangtong said: "That car is not suitable for driving in winter."

"The car is very handsome." Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong led him from the garage to the house: "When summer comes, I have a chance to take Teacher Wen for a ride."

Wen Yan followed him into the house, this time Song Zhuangtong got him a pair of slippers that fit his feet.

Wen Yan looked at him curiously.

"I bought it for you after your home visit last time." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan thought it was a little funny: "I've already done my home visit once a semester, so why did I buy shoes?"

Song Zhuangtong pretended not to hear him, and called Song Jing to the room.The empty and cold hall was shrouded in warm yellow lights, which gave off a little warmth. Song Zhuangtong took him to the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator for noodles.

"Auntie should put it here."

"Noodles should be in the cabinet." Wen Yan squatted down and opened the locker to take a look, and sure enough, he found a bundle of noodles that hadn't been unpacked.

Teacher Wen, who was about to make a move, paused and said, "Tang seems to be in the car."

Song Zhuangtong took off his coat and said, "I'll get it."

He is really strong, his shoulders look as wide as Wen Yan's two shoulders, and his inverted triangle figure is fully outlined by the lamb wool bottoming shirt inside.Wen Yan looked a little longer enviously, then squeezed his arms like chicken wings, and sighed softly.

Wen Yan was not physically able to exercise since he was a child. In addition to that car accident, he often fell ill after the root cause of the disease.

Song Jing didn't know when he came out of the room. He stood on the sofa with some hesitation for a while, and when he looked towards the kitchen, his gaze collided with Wen Yan's who was walking outside.

Song Jing's eyes seemed to light up.

"Song Jing, why aren't you wearing shoes?" Wen Yan walked up to him and knelt down, "Go and put on your shoes."

The head teacher's natural sense of oppression made Song Jing react subconsciously - go back to the room and put on his shoes.

"He listens to you." Song Zhuangtong carried the soup into the room, looked at Song Jing's back, and said.

Wen Yan smiled: "I'm actually pretty fierce in class. When I get really serious, the children in our class are all afraid of me."

Song Zhuangtong seemed a little unconvinced: "Mr. Wen is still a murderer?"

He looks too harmless, just like a white-haired kitten with neatly trimmed toenails, even if you provoke him, you will only get a slap with a soft paw, which only itches, not at all. pain.

Wen Yan put the soup into the pot to boil, then put the noodles in, and simply laid an egg on top.

"It's very simple, right?" Wen Yan quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, "If you find it troublesome in the future, you don't have to add eggs."

He was wearing an apron, a head shorter than Song Zhuangtong, with black hair falling obediently on his forehead, just as quiet as when he first came to the house, but he didn't look so careful today.Wen Yan hung the apron back to its original place and said, "Give it to Song Jing later, I'll go back first."

"I'll see you off later." Song Zhuangtong stood in front of him, as if blocked by a wall.

Wen Yan refused: "You can just stay with Song Jing at home. I'll take a taxi and go back to school to get my bicycle. I didn't lock it, so I left it at the school gate."

Song Zhuangtong seemed to have nothing to say, he lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then said, "Didn't you want to read Song Jing's homework?"

It was only then that Wen Yan remembered: "Oh yes, let's wait for him to finish eating first."

Song Jing had a bit of a hard time eating this meal. Although the head teacher's gaze was gentle, it made him very nervous, while the gaze from his father had a lazy and oppressive feeling.Song Jing ate slowly, but he ate even more slowly when he was stared at. The noodles were about to fall off, and he was still eating slowly.

Song Zhuangtong couldn't bear the problem that he didn't know how to eat, so he couldn't help but said: "Open your mouth and eat, one mouthful of noodles will melt you."

Song Jing buried his head even lower, and his whole face was going to be thrown into the job bowl.

Song Zhuangtong grabbed him by the collar and pulled Song Jing out.This one bowed his head, Song Jing's face was covered with noodle soup.Wen Yan immediately tore two pieces of paper and wiped his face.

"It's okay, it's okay to eat slowly."

Song Jing glanced at Song Zhuangtong cautiously. Song Zhuangtong had never been able to grasp the pace of talking to Song Jing. He coughed lightly and got up to get the key on the table.

"You stay at home, I'll help you get the bike." Song Zhuangtong said, "I'll be right back."