Overwinter

Chapter 24

Zhang Yu didn't stay here for long, after he was urged to go back by his father's phone calls, Wen Yan's house became clean and tidy again.

Taking advantage of the sun to wash the sheets, Wen Yan said casually that Zhang Yu also complained about the ugly color of his sheets, Song Zhuangtong said sharply: "You two sleep together?"

"That's right, isn't it just a bed?" Wen Yan said.

Song Zhuangtong's face smelled bad.

"He can also sleep on the sofa, your sofa is very comfortable."

"Why let others squeeze the sofa when you can sleep?" Wen Yan glanced at him, "It feels like you are complaining that I let you sleep on the sofa, don't you?"

Song Zhuangtong said lightly: "Nothing."

Wen Yan hung up the sheets, his pale fingers wrinkled from the water, he walked to the sofa and sat down lazily.

"My sofa is really comfortable. I bought it myself. The sofa that came with the house was too small to lie on."

When Wen Yan was alone at home, occasionally watching a drama in the living room and seeing sleepiness, he would just lie down on the sofa and sleep.

"The sofa in my home is also comfortable." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan glanced at him: "Do you still let me sleep on the sofa in such a big room?"

"You haven't slept in my house either."

He has to come back every time, as if his house is some kind of wolf's den, and if he leaves a second later, he will be eaten to pieces.

"I don't like sleeping in other people's homes." Wen Yan said.

He has been out alone for so many years, and has never stayed in anyone's house. He is used to living alone. When he first got up and saw someone lying on the sofa, he had to take it easy.

The sunny day didn't last long, and the rainstorm in early summer always came unexpectedly. It was a little difficult for Song Zhuangtong to drive to school.He thought of the bed sheets that Wen Yan had dried in the morning, and felt that he was going to be assimilated by Wen Yan, and the breath of life was getting heavier and heavier, and what he was worried about was that the bed sheets were probably washed for nothing.

The car was stuck at the intersection for a long time, Song Zhuangtong picked up his phone repeatedly to check the time, and the text messages he sent to Wen Yan were delayed, so he frowned nervously.

Song Zhuangtong turned to the news in the group and found out that because the rain came too fast, parents had already picked up their children one after another in the last class.

Song Zhuangtong called Wen Yan.

No one picked up.

His car was moving towards the school at a slow speed. The torrential rain outside hit the window glass with absolute pressure, and the loud thunder and rain made the humming car feel impatient.

Song Zhuangtong parked the car at the school gate, took out a folding umbrella from the trunk, and ran into the school against the rain.

There were not many students left in the classroom, and the math teacher was guarding the classroom, but Wen Yan was nowhere to be seen.

After receiving Song Jing, Song Zhuangtong asked her, "Where is Teacher Wen?"

"Ms. Wen is not feeling well. She is resting in the office."

Song Zhuangtong nodded, and took Song Jing's hand to Wen Yan's office to find him.

The office is very quiet, only a small light is on, against the already dark and gloomy sky at only three or four o'clock.Wen Yan lay motionless on the table, Song Zhuangtong called him, but there was no response, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

The scalding temperature was transmitted to Song Zhuangtong's palm through a thin layer of clothes. He frowned suddenly and pushed Wen Yan harder.

Still no response, Song Zhuangtong couldn't tell whether he had fallen asleep or passed out.

"Hold the schoolbag by yourself."

As he said that, Song Zhuangtong helped the person lying on the table up, then took his two arms and dragged him to his back, supported Wen Yan's body firmly with both hands, bowed his head and said to Song Jing: "Take him Take the umbrella."

Carrying people to the teaching building, Song Zhuangtong glanced at the rain curtain with a headache. There is still a long distance from the security booth, and it is very difficult to find someone to help.

He said to Song Jing, "Pass me the umbrella."

Song Jing grabbed the strap of his schoolbag tightly and kept his eyes on Wen Yan.

"Song Jing, give me the umbrella."

Song Jing slowly raised the umbrella in his hand, Song Zhuangtong wrapped Wen Yan's two limp arms around his neck, the hot body behind him kept coming through his clothes, Song Zhuangtong shifted most of the weight to his right hand, freeing up After leaving his left hand, he turned Wen Yan over completely, from behind to the front, and held him firmly in his arms in a frontal hugging posture.

The right hand was very strong, and Wen Yan still unconsciously leaned his head on his shoulder. Song Zhuangtong supported his buttocks, hugged him in his arms, raised the umbrella with his left hand, and told Song Jing: "Wait here Me, don't wander around."

In the gloomy heavy rain, the wide and strong back was split several times by the rain, but there was no hesitation.

It was not easy to carry someone into the car in the heavy rain, Song Zhuangtong gritted his teeth tightly, the muscles on his arms were already congested and swelled, and the tendons were clearly concave and convex.Fortunately, the security guard at the security booth noticed his difficult movements, helped him hold up the umbrella, and opened the car door.

Song Zhuangtong's eyes were blurred by water, he put the person on the back seat, and after placing Wen Yan, he suddenly felt a heat on his wrist.

Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if it was a fever, physical tears were already rushing out of his eyes, and his voice sounded weak.

"Song... Song Zhuangtong."

Song Zhuangtong pushed back the wet hair in front of his forehead, his moist breath was intertwined, his fingers slid from his forehead to his warm lips, Song Zhuangtong's eyes dimmed a bit, he bent down and gently rubbed Wen Yan with his lips Yes, said softly: "I'm here."

After picking up Song Jing in the car, Song Zhuangtong was completely wet. He called the family doctor while driving home. Even the aunt who was off work was called back by him to take care of Song Jing.

When I got home, the doctor hadn't arrived yet.

Song Zhuangtong handed Song Jing over to his aunt, and asked her to help him take a bath and have a meal. Song Jing was also very obedient today, and followed his aunt obediently without saying a word.

Song Zhuangtong changed out of his wet clothes, he didn't dare to bathe Wen Yan, people with high fever couldn't stand it.After turning up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, Song Zhuangtong sat on the edge of the bed and meditated for a while, then lifted the quilt.

Wen Yan never left any clothes at his house, so Song Zhuangtong pulled out his own clothes and changed them for him. Although he had told himself to keep his mind clear, the touch of his palms made his back tense, and he couldn't even breathe. Dare to be too heavy, for fear of accidentally puncturing Wen Yan's soft tofu.

After finally changing his clothes, Song Zhuangtong felt that he was going to have a fever.

When the family doctor arrived, Song Zhuangtong frowned and said, "Didn't I say I was in a hurry? Why are you still so slow."

The family doctor has already asked about the situation on the phone, and he said: "How urgent can an adult have a fever?"

After the examination, the doctor gave Wen Yan two bottles of water.

"Is it really a fever? I haven't seen anyone who has a fever and is in a coma." Song Zhuangtong stood aside like a supervisor and watched the whole process, and asked.

The family doctor was also familiar with him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Zhuangtong squinted at him: "Just talk about the business."

"It's true that he has a fever. It's just that his physical function is too poor. Fever is not a minor illness for him. I don't have equipment, so I can't find out much. It's better to go to the hospital to have a look."

Song Zhuangtong frowned, staring at the pale person on the bed.

"The weaker a person is, the less he can get sick. Sickness is wear and tear. This is the same as a car. If there is too much wear and tear, it can only be scrapped."

After Yoyo finished speaking, the doctor was very satisfied with his appropriate metaphor. Unexpectedly, he saw Song Zhuangtong's cold and urgent eyes in the next second. He was choked and added: "But I prescribed medicine for him, take care of him." Just rest, wait until the fever subsides and the person wakes up, give him something to eat. The recovery time may be longer, but it's not a big deal."

Song Zhuangtong said coldly: "Okay, I understand, you can go back."

"You don't want me to eat?"

Before waiting for an answer, the doctor who packed up the medicines and equipment looked up at Song Zhuangtong. The man was putting the hand of the person on the bed under the quilt with very gentle movements, and even patted it soothingly.

He had never seen Song Zhuangtong's tenderness before, so he couldn't help but glanced at the person on the bed again.

Wait...is this a man?