Overwinter

Chapter 86 is a family

On the day Song Zhuangtong came back, the temperature dropped sharply. The cold in late autumn is different from the biting winter. The chilly cold always inadvertently invades the clothes and gets into every inch of the skin.

Song Zhuangtong, who originally came here to teach others, had no choice but to take up the responsibility of taking care of others and get rid of the messy things in his mind.

Seeing Wen Yan strenuously leaning against the bed, sucking on his blocked nose, Song Zhuangtong said, "Don't you know how to add clothes to cool down? Seeing that you are getting older and younger, Song Jing knows to bring a coat to go go to school."

"I found that you are more verbose than before." Wen Yan hoarsely said, "You are also more fierce than before."

Although the tone was fierce, but the action was quite gentle. After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Wen Yan shook his head and said, "I can't taste the taste, so I don't want to drink it anymore."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him, then raised his head and drank the remaining porridge in one gulp, and put the bowl on the bedside table.

Obviously very sleepy, Wen Yan, who didn't see that he made a mistake in housework, raised his hand and said softly, "If it's dry, it can't be washed off."

When he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, Song Zhuangtong was a little surprised by his proficiency. He was never a person who did housework by himself before. After being with Wen Yan, the aunt who did housework has quit, and only one is left who occasionally does housework at home. The cook for dinner, but Wen Yan basically did the cooking himself, and he was next to him as a helper, and washed the dishes after the meal.

I still vividly remember the appearance of clumsily not knowing how to wash the dishes in front of Wen Yan. Now I have learned a lot of dishwashing skills, and after a long period of training, I gradually took over a part of the family.

Wen Yan was already asleep when he returned to the room, and Song Zhuangtong helped him tuck the corner of the quilt.

Song Jing recently took the school bus to and from school. He will not run around outside for fun, and he will go home on time. It's just a little late today. I probably didn't expect Song Zhuangtong to come home. The person frozen at the door looks like It was the prisoner who had committed something wrong and was caught, his eyes were wide open, and he was speechless looking at Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong frowned and asked, "Are you dumb?"

Song Jing swallowed, and whispered, "Dad."

"Your father Wen is sick, go out for dinner tonight." Song Zhuangtong picked up the coat on the hanger, put it on his hand, and when he was holding the doorknob, he was annoyed by Song Jing's dumbfounded appearance at the door , "Deaf?"

Song Jing hurriedly shook his head, took off his schoolbag and threw it on the sofa, then quickly ran to the door to change his shoes, and followed Song Zhuangtong out.

I don't know if it's the child's rebellious period. Song Zhuangtong feels that Song Jing doesn't like everything. He shrinks back and dare not do anything. He stutters when he speaks, his eyes are erratic, and it takes a long time to respond to a question.

Song Zhuangtong squeezed the center of his brows, and realized that he was so angry in his heart that he didn't like everything. Obviously, Song Jing was like this before, so why is he doing it now?

Do you have vicious eyes like you are critical of your employees?

Song Jing didn't notice Song Zhuangtong's repeated mentality. He was disturbed because of the home visit that the head teacher said after school.

It would have been nice if Papa Wen was alone at home, but it happens that Papa is also back...

After the father and son finished their meal, they packed light soup for Wen Yan. On the way home, Song Jing carried the packing box. On the way to the parking lot, he was frightened twice by speeding vehicles. The neck is scratched to the side.

"Look at the road."

The tone was fierce and urgent, and Song Jing became even more nervous.

Teacher Wang arrived earlier than the two of them, and Wen Yan just woke up in a daze, and went to open the door after hearing the bell.

Seeing Wen Yan who was only wearing light blue pajamas, Teacher Wang's eyes widened in astonishment. Facing Wen Yan who was equally astonished, she hurriedly said, "You, hello, I'm here for a home visit."

Wen Yan was still a little dizzy right now, he opened the door and said, "Please come in."

After arranging for Teacher Wang to sit on the sofa for a while, Wen Yan went into the room to change his clothes. Seeing him so formal, Teacher Wang felt a little embarrassed.

"To bother you."

Wen Yan shook his head with a smile, and asked her, "Would you like coffee or tea?"

"The water will be fine, thank you." Although she was rejected last time when she asked Wen Yan, she was still a little uncontrollably nervous and looking forward to Wen Yan. After all, she didn't expect to meet Wen Yan today, and she just fell asleep. Awake, drooping hair, unsuspecting Wen Yan.

"Is Song Jing not at home?"

As soon as the words were finished, the combination lock outside the door sounded, and the two looked over in unison.

Song Zhuangtong looked at some strange faces in the living room, turned his gaze to Wen Yan, frowned and said, "Why did you come out? Go to bed and lie down."

"Ms. Wang is here to visit." Wen Yan introduced.

Only then did Song Zhuangtong think of her, and said, "Hello."

The tall man took off his coat, his dark gray sweater was stretched out by his bulging chest muscles, and his black trousers made his legs look [-] meters long. After sitting on the sofa, he clasped his hands in front of his knees, and his body leaned forward slightly. The feeling of oppression is inexplicably tense.

"Song Jing, go back to your room—"

Realizing that the teacher was here, Song Zhuangtong changed his talking to homework, which made Wen Yan turn his head and look at him with a half-smile.

When someone entered the room, Song Zhuangtong asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Teacher Wang was sitting upright. She took out her notebook and said with a smile, "Today is a routine home visit. Song Jing is very good at school."

Hearing this, Song Zhuangtong nodded and said to Wen Yan, "Then go eat something, then go back to your room to rest."

Wen Yan refused, "I want to talk here."

Song Zhuangtong couldn't hold him back, Wen Yan stayed, and he snatched away the work of negotiating with Teacher Wang. The two of them could chat, and the more they talked, the more they talked.Wen Yan also knows Song Jing better than Song Zhuangtong imagined, he can accurately tell Song Jing's likes and dislikes and some inconspicuous eccentricities.

He likes Song Jing, and he likes Song Jing even more because of himself.

"How is Song Jing studying at school?" Song Zhuangtong interrupted suddenly.

Teacher Wang said: "The learning situation is not very ideal, and he often loses his mind in class."

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, Song Zhuangtong said, "Let's find a cram school for him."

"We are cracking down on cram schools now, and we don't recommend that children's holidays be filled with heavy learning tasks."

Wen Yan didn't expect that Song Zhuangtong was also interested in studying Song Jing, so he leaned on the sofa with great interest, and his smiling eyes stayed on Song Zhuangtong.

Song Zhuangtong took the initiative in the conversation, and Teacher Wang wanted to communicate more with Song Jing's father.

Although his father didn't seem to communicate well.

The quiet home visit went smoothly, and the temperature inside the house was moderate. Wen Yan soon dozed off in such an environment. He leaned on the sofa, his head fell sideways uncontrollably.

Just in time to ask about Song Jing's mother, when Teacher Wang looked up, he saw Song Zhuangtong holding Wen Yan's head with one palm, and gently resting him on his shoulder.

The gentle demeanor made her forget to breathe for a moment, and after her head stopped for half a second, everything became clear and clear in an instant like the sky clearing away the clouds and mist.

"Then that's about the end of what I'm going to say, so I won't disturb your rest." Teacher Wang paused for a while and said softly.

Song Zhuangtong looked up at her and said, "Thank you for coming home to visit."

Without the sense of oppression and calmness of the old teachers, Teacher Wang is full of enthusiasm and expectations of young people. She smiled and said, "It's okay, this is what we should do."

"Very few teachers will visit Song Jing's home. He is a bit special, but he has improved a lot now."

Teacher Wang said: "No matter how special the children are, they are all children in our class."

Song Zhuangtong frowned slightly, and slightly hooked his lips towards her.

The door lock of the living room clicked, and Song Zhuangtong lowered his head and kissed Wen Yan's forehead. He fixed his eyes on the place where Teacher Wang had been sitting for a while, and then said softly, "Fortunately, I fell asleep."

Song Jing took the bed blanket, dragged it from the floor to the sofa, and looked at Song Zhuangtong with nervous eyes.

Song Zhuangtong thought for a while, and said with relief: "Your teacher likes you quite a lot, and even came to visit your home in person, which is very responsible."

Song Jing pointed to Wen Yan: "Father Wen also visited my home."

Song Zhuangtong rubbed his hair with a smile, and said, "Father Wen doesn't need to visit your home, he is a family with us."

The first thing Mrs. Wang did when she got home from her home visit was to fill in the contents of the home visit while her memory was still there. She quickly filled in the student information, the pen tip paused in the column of family status, and the two men sitting on the sofa gave She was a little shocked, and after thinking for a moment, she wrote lightly.

"Father: Song Zhuangtong, Wen Yan."

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