Overwinter

Chapter 66

The messy foreign festivals and Chinese festivals came together, and the business in Wen Yan's shop suddenly boomed.Wen Yan's flower shop is quite well-known in this area because of the postings of several of his regular female customers.

He does not sell expensive prices, and each bunch of flowers is wrapped beautifully.

With so many orders, it was difficult for Wen Yan to finish alone in one day, but near the end of the term, he didn't want to delay Liang Yi's study, so he could only work alone from dawn to dusk, and he was exhausted these days.

"Tomorrow weekend, I can come and help." Liang Yi said.

Wen Yan shook his head and refused, "The weekends of high school students cannot be considered holidays, especially high school students who are about to take the exam."

"Then I don't work with my salary, and I feel very sorry."

"Come over and help me when you are on vacation. When you graduate, you will still have a whole summer vacation to help me with work. I will make up for it." Wen Yan concentrated on trimming the side branches of the flowers in his hand. The flowers have just arrived, tender Very bright, the color is so bright and beautiful, "Go to school quickly, it will be too late."

Near the end of the year, Song Jing also began to have winter vacation.When he was called to the office to talk about Song Jing's grades, Song Zhuangtong saw the distressed expression on the face of the young head teacher and found it a bit funny. After all, when a child's grades are poor, parents are easy to angrily question him. teacher's.

Especially Song Jing's parents seem to be a person who gets angry easily.

"His grades have not been very good. This kid is not willing to study." Song Zhuangtong said calmly, "Will this grade affect your salary or something?"

When asked directly about salary, the head teacher hurriedly shook his head and said, "No."

Song Zhuangtong nodded lightly and said, "That's good."

Song Jing's Chinese performance was a bit ugly, and Song Zhuangtong reasonably suspected that he had handed in a blank paper.After the turmoil of the last operation, Song Jing became even more repellent about going to school. It was difficult for him to stay in a place with a lot of strangers.After nearly a year of psychological counseling, the doctor said that if he wants to get better slowly, he still needs to stay at school, but Song Jing's basic foundation is already poor, and he has missed more than a year of classes. If you can't keep up with your study progress, your grades will drop again and again.

Song Zhuangtong was quite open-minded. He lowered his eyes and read the comments from the homeroom teacher to Song Jing. Inexplicably, he remembered Wen Yan's final evaluation of Song Jing before: You are a child with your own closed world, and you can observe many things that are easily overlooked. Small place, although taciturn, but very well-behaved and obedient, I hope you will trust the teacher more in the new semester, and be more outgoing and brave.

As if Wen Yan was whispering in his ear with a gentle voice, Song Zhuangtong couldn't help but slightly hooked his lips, put his arm around Song Jing's shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Song Jing, have you become More outgoing, more courageous?"

Song Jing looked at him inexplicably.

Song Zhuangtong scolded the silly boy in his heart.After bringing him home, he found a luggage bag from the cabinet and handed it to Song Jing: "Go and pack your luggage yourself, Dad will take you out for a few days."

Song Jing still looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue and urged: "Hurry up, don't take Lego, you can't put it down."

On the afternoon when he got the report, Song Zhuangtong drove Song Jing to Wen Yan's flower shop.

Song Jing got out of the car suspiciously. The unfamiliar street made him look at Song Zhuangtong nervously. While leading the people across the road, Song Zhuangtong wrapped his hands around the back of his head and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will take you Go to Teacher Wen."

Wen Yan is currently grinding coffee beans in the store. After he has a complete set of high-end coffee machines sent by Changyu, his latest new goal is to find a time to get a barista certificate. However, the store is busy recently and it is hard to get it. Take a new machine and practice your hands in your free time.

The door was pushed open unexpectedly, and Wen Yan looked up subconsciously, and he was stunned for a moment by the immature and defensive eyes in his memory.

"Song Jing?"

He had grown a lot taller, and at first he had a strange look on his face, but after staring at Wen Yan for half a minute, he smiled a little more.He took two steps forward a little faster, then turned his head to look at Song Zhuangtong with a questioning look, Song Zhuangtong nodded to him, and Song Jingcai walked towards Wen Yan.

When he came to the front, he just stood there holding hands nervously.Teacher Wen, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was sitting among several clusters of brilliant flowers, with a gentle expression, beckoning to him, "Come here, and show Teacher Wen how much taller he has grown."

Song Zhuangtong also walked to the two of them naturally, and put his palm on Song Jing's shoulder, looking at Wen Yan with a gentle expression, his brows and eyes were full of smiles.He instantly understood why those who were unwilling to divorce mostly used their children as a breakthrough point.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Go eat first." Song Zhuangtong said, not giving Wen Yan a chance to refuse, and he added, "Song Jing didn't eat much at noon, so he was already hungry."

Wen Yan looked at him helplessly, as if accusing him of foul play.

Song Zhuangtong smiled at the corners of his eyes, rubbed the back of Song Jing's head with his hands, and said, "Song Jing, ask Teacher Wen to come and eat with us."

Song Jing didn't speak, but looked at Wen Yan eagerly, how could Wen Yan refuse such a look.

"Let's go."

Song Jing was a little overjoyed, and opened the door first and walked towards the car. Song Zhuangtong pushed the door gentlemanly and waited for Wen Yan to go out.

"I haven't seen him so happy for a long time." Song Zhuangtong said coldly when Wen Yan locked the door.

Wen Yan looked at him suspiciously.

"During the operation, my dad locked him in the ward and threatened me. He didn't let me see him for several days, and he didn't know how many sarcastic remarks he made to him in secret." Song Zhuangtong recalled in a low voice, "The day we quarreled -"

He paused for a moment, then corrected him: "The day I called you, he was placed on the operating table, and the operation could not start until my father gave an order."

These words made Wen Yan frowned, and his heart became heavy.They were innocent blood relatives, but they were treated like this as a bargaining chip. He took a deep look at Song Zhuangtong, and the question he couldn't ask seemed to be stuck in his throat, and even breathing was painful.

The cool wind on the street brushed away the broken hair on Wen Yan's forehead, and Song Zhuangtong couldn't help but reach out to smooth his fine eyebrows.

"Actually, it was your phone call that made me explode. I realized that blind obedience is just connivance. After all, I never thought that this matter would hurt you."

Wen Yan subconsciously wanted to refute a few words, but he felt that it was really boring, so in the end he just sighed lightly and said, "It's all in the past."

As he spoke, he wrapped his coat tightly around his body, and walked towards the opposite side of the road. Before taking two steps, his wrist was grabbed by Song Zhuangtong, who was following quickly behind him.The familiar force made Wen Yan's wrist turn red instantly, and there was some pain as he struggled.

"It's never been with me."

The gesture of seeking peace suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his domineering appearance.

Seeing Song Zhuangtong quickly get into the driver's seat, Song Jing in the back seat had lowered the window and looked at him expectantly, Wen Yan bit the bullet and got into the passenger seat.

To Wen Yan's surprise, Song Zhuangtong skillfully drove the car to the chicken shop with pork belly that he often went to. The one I often eat in the house is more mellow and thicker.

I don't know how Song Zhuangtong found this place, I guess he did enough homework, Wen Yan didn't dare to think about how many days and nights he had been exposed to his gaze.

The business in the store was very good at the moment, and they had to wait for more than 20 minutes for the food to be served. Fortunately, Song Jing was sitting between the two of them, and the conversation could revolve around him, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Wen Yan looked at Song Jing in shock after mentioning the pitifully low Chinese scores on the report card he got today.

Seeing that he was angry but didn't dare to speak harshly, Song Zhuangtong laughed until his shoulders shook, he covered his lips and coughed lightly twice.Wen Yan glanced at him, and said coolly, "You didn't seriously supervise his study, did you?"

"I'm different from you. How can I have that patience?" Song Zhuangtong scooped up a spoonful of chicken for each of them, and said lightly, "It seems that this family still can't live without Mama Wen."

Wen Yan: "..."