Overwinter

Chapter 80

Song Jing got up early in the morning, and carefully listened to the door for a while, but there was no sound inside. He didn't dare to knock on the door to disturb him, so he moved out a small Lego from the room, squatted at the door of Songzhuang Tong's room, dismantled it and Reassemble it again.

The sun had just rushed over the hill, and a small piece of light appeared on the edge of the city. The child who was used to enough sleep quickly dozed off, so when Wen Yan woke up in the morning and opened the door, he was startled by Song Jing who was sleeping by the door one jump.

"Song Jing, why did you fall asleep here?" Wen Yan squatted by the door and pushed the sleeping person.

The feeling of sleeping with your neck tilted was uncomfortable. When Song Jing was pushed awake, his whole neck was sore. He looked at Wen Yan sleepily, and then unconsciously yawned a little.

Wen Yan saw that he was cute, pinched Song Jing's nose, and asked again: "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Song Jing looked into the room with his head, Wen Yan pushed the door open so that Song Jing could see the arched shape in the bed, and he said: "Your father is still not feeling well, I will send you to school first, and then send the doctor Bring him back to see a doctor."

Song Jing clenched the Lego in his hand tightly, his fingertips turned white, he opened his mouth, walked a little staggeringly into the room for two steps, stopped again, and looked up at Wen Yan.

"I don't want to go to school today," he whispered.

Wen Yan thought about it for half a minute and asked him, "Do you want to stay and take care of your father with me?"

Song Jingzhong nodded emphatically, Wen Yan touched his forehead twice with the palm of his hand, and said, "That's great, with your help, now I'll pick up the doctor and buy breakfast by the way, you can wait for him to wake up at home, is that okay? "

The patient tone unique to Mr. Wen made Song Jing feel more at ease. He nodded with confidence, and then dragged his small stool to sit beside Song Zhuangtong's bed.

When the sound of closing the door was heard, Song Jing stood up cautiously. After glancing at his father sleeping soundly on the bed, he gently picked up the Lego that had just dropped at the door, and put it back in his pocket.

Wanting to prove that he is a reliable kid, but unable to find an audience, Song Jing decided to finish the Lego that made his heart itch first.Before it was even warm, the person on the bed suddenly coughed violently, causing the Lego in Song Jing's hand to drop onto his lap in fright.

Song Zhuangtong followed the movement and looked over, the frightened Song Jing made him frown slightly.

"Why didn't you go to school?" Song Zhuangtong's voice was hoarse.

Song Jing paused for a long time without uttering a word, and Song Zhuangtong asked again, "Where's Papa Wen?"

Song Jing whispered: "He went to buy breakfast."

Song Zhuangtong's throat was very dry. After holding his forehead for a while, he still said, "Bring me a glass of water."

Song Jing stood up immediately, and all the Lego blocks that fell on his lap fell to the ground.Looking at the mess by the bed, he didn't dare to stay longer, ran out the door, and poured a glass of cold water for Song Zhuangtong with his own Tom Cat water glass.

The cold water in the morning made people uncomfortable, Song Zhuangtong only took a sip to wet his throat, so that his voice would not be heavy and hoarse like an old truck in disrepair.

I don't know if it was because the air conditioner was blowing for a while last night, but Song Zhuangtong felt that he felt even more uncomfortable today, and his head hurt so badly when he moved.He was leaning against the bed, his head was hurting badly at the moment, his dry eyeballs were wrapped in warm eyelids, and some sour tears soon came out, he didn't say a word, letting his thoughts drift.

Song Jing was squatting on the edge of the bed to pick up his building blocks, and a few of them rolled under the bed. The posture of pouting his butt was very funny. He reached under the bed for a long time but couldn't find the building blocks. He was panting. He raised his head angrily, and met Song Zhuangtong with scarlet eyes.

His expression is a bit fierce.

Song Jing swallowed nervously: "..."

"When Papa Wen comes back, ask him to take you to school."

Today's father seemed to be in a particularly bad mood, his tense face was full of hostility, his thick brows were tightly knitted, and his swirling eyes were firmly grasping Song Jing's eyes, which were very similar to Song Ruxuan's.

Song Jing clenched the building blocks in his hand, silently looked away, and stared at the toe of the shoe.

"Did you hear that?"

The commanding tone was very scary. Song Zhuangtong, who had always favored Song Jing to heaven, suddenly changed his personality. Song Jing pursed his lips to swallow the grievance in his heart. He was stiff and dared not speak out.

Song Zhuangtong was very annoyed, with a few waves of anger running around in his chest, and Song Jing's non-communicating attitude made him even more angry, and now he felt a little bit complaining about Wen Yan in his heart. So empty, how could Song Zhuangtong treat Song Jing in a good mood.

Just as he was about to yell a few more words in a more aggressive tone, there was the sound of the room door being unscrewed, and Song Zhuangtong's voice stuck in his throat stopped abruptly. He was full of anger, and was bumped by Wen Yan.

"You are..." Wen Yan came in with the porridge, he asked a little uncertainly, "Teaching people?"

Song Zhuangtong closed his eyes, covered up his emotions, and supported his forehead, "Send him to school."

"He said he wanted to stay and help take care of you. I've already asked the head teacher for leave." Wen Yan said softly.

"What can he do to help? It's just one more person for you to take care of."

The tone was really not pleasant, even Wen Yan was taken aback by him now, Song Zhuangtong opened his eyes while drinking, the extremely impatient tone and red-eyed frowning expression looked a bit bluffing, Song Jing was taken aback. He was so frightened that he took two small steps back, Wen Yan put his palm against Song Jing's back, gently embraced him in his arms, and whispered in Song Jing's ear, "Can you go have breakfast first? "

Song Jing's eyes were as red as a rabbit, he looked at Wen Yan innocently, and finally nodded lightly under Wen Yan's comforting gaze, and before going out, he took another look at Song Zhuangtong, who closed his eyes and refused to say more. Song Jing was even more hurt, and two tears rolled out in an instant.

"I've never seen him look so sad." Wen Yan opened the lid of the porridge while talking, "Let me help you wash up first."

Song Zhuangtong sat up with a straight face, his head was really hurting badly, the painkiller had little effect, every movement felt uncomfortable like a needle stuck in his head, his lips were pale, and even when he was washing his face was expressionless.Wen Yan reached out and touched his chin, then said in disgust, "I'll shave for you, unshaven."

Song Zhuangtong hummed in a low voice, and after Wen Yan raised his hand, he asked the question casually.

"Why did you treat Song Jing so fiercely today? It frightened him."

Song Zhuangtong tensed his jaw, trying to avoid the topic, but saw Wen Yan staring at him through the mirror, and finally said: "I know I can't blame him at all, but I can't control it."

Wen Yan's movements slowed down, he looked at Song Zhuangtong with some surprise, and said seriously: "I didn't expect you to have such an idea."

Song Zhuangtong tightened his throat and said, "It didn't exist."

It's just that those eyes are too similar to Song Ruxuan, but apart from the eyes, the obvious features that don't belong to Song Ruxuan's genes make Song Zhuangtong unconsciously think of that man. If that incident hadn't happened and Song Jing hadn't appeared, wouldn't Song Ruxuan have thought of him as Such a painful way to die.

Wen Yan gently wiped off the stubble and foam on Song Zhuangtong's chin, then took a piece of wet paper to wipe off the skin of his chin, and then leaned up to peck him, Song Zhuangtong lowered his eyes, staring at Wen Yan, slowly He said: "Do you still have to comfort me after you have disgusted me?"

Wen Yan was amused by him, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.After washing up, Song Zhuangtong sat beside him and drank porridge by himself. The prolonged headache made him lose his appetite, but Wen Yan forced him to drink half a bowl before going back to bed to lie down.

The family doctor drove back to the clinic by himself to get some medicine, and then arrived at their house. It happened that Song Zhuangtong had eaten something, and it was easier to take the medicine and drink water. After everything was done, Song Zhuangtong was given a few bottles. Sealed on the bed.

At Song Zhuangtong's request, some painkillers were added to the potion, and he soon became drowsy, but the excruciating pain prevented him from sleeping soundly.

Wen Yan looked distressed, but he couldn't share it for him, so he could only stay by the bed all the time, and when Song Zhuangtong made any movement, he immediately went over to ask about the situation.

During the long morning, he didn't dare to lose his mind casually. He was afraid that Song Zhuangtong would feel uncomfortable, and he was afraid of missing the time to change the bottle. Wen Yan forced himself to swipe his phone for a while. Suddenly there was a small sound at the door. Song Jing, who opened the door of the room, had one hand on the door, and the other was struggling to hold a large bowl.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yan asked softly.

He must have cried, Song Jing's eyelids were swollen very high, he took a cautious look at Song Zhuangtong, and then stuffed the bowl in Wen Yan's arms.

Wen Yan lowered his head and took a look. This is a bowl of crookedly cut apples. The skins are not very clean, and there are still several pieces that have oxidized yellow. It seems that it took a lot of time.

When Wen Yan looked at him again, tears welled up in Song Jing's eyes again. His eyes were red, and his hands were tightly clutching his clothes.

"When your father wakes up, I'll feed him, okay?" Wen Yan asked.

Song Jing nodded immediately, tears kept falling as he nodded, looking pitiful.