paranoia

Today is the day of the final exam of the attached primary school. Many parents came to the school gate early to cheer for their children, waiting to go home together after the exam.Due to the sudden snowfall last night, the temperature dropped sharply. Many parents couldn't help stamping their feet while wearing gloves.

Song Jing's immature face was flushed with cold, the little hand held by Tan Jing was icy cold, his lips were blue and trembling uncontrollably, and asked to the empty campus: "Brother?"

Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen had classes at school today and couldn't come, so they asked Tan Jing to pick up the children.As a result, as soon as Song Jing saw his grandma going out, he clamored to be with her, but Tan Jing couldn't resist him, so she had to wrap her up three layers tightly and take her with her.

The cold wind blowing outside made my ears hurt. I originally wanted to wait in the car and get in the car directly after Song Wanzhou came out.As soon as Song Jing saw a familiar building, he insisted on getting out of the car, shouting for his brother, and stepped back and forth on the snow at the entrance of the attached small gate, leaving a long series of small footprints.

As long as Song Wanzhou took the exam, the two grandparents waited outside for as long.

The bell rang, and a female voice came from the radio: "The exam is over, please stop answering the questions. The exam is over, please..."

Not long after, all the students who were taking the exam in the attached primary school came out of the classroom one after another, happily celebrating the coming of winter vacation.

Song Wanzhou sat on the seat to pack his things, put all the textbooks into his schoolbag, and saw Bai Yiyu coming in from the back door with a pen in his mouth, with a relaxed expression on his face, he couldn't help asking: "Ah Yu, how did you do in the exam? Progress?"

Bai Yiyu took the ballpoint pen from the tip of her pouty lips, pondered for a while, leaned against Song Wanzhou's desk, smiled and said indifferently: "Um, if there is no accident, the countdown No. Great score for 2!"

If the last one who did not take the exam because of diarrhea during the midterm exam had diarrhea again.

Li Min, the class teacher, explained the precautions for the winter vacation. The winter vacation homework was passed on from the students in the front row one by one. Take it home in your schoolbag.

"Wanzhou, are you at home during the winter vacation?"

Song Wanzhou stuffed a few exercise books into his heavy schoolbag, tilted his head, and said, "Yes, I want to take care of my younger brother. Ah Yu, what about you? Do you have any arrangements?"

Bai Yiyu scratched her hair, and said embarrassedly: "Me? Maybe go to set up a stall with grandma. Wanzhou, if I have time, I will go and play with you. If not, we can only see you at the beginning of school."

Li Min announced the official holiday, and asked all the children to pay attention to safety and finish their homework.Before he finished speaking, the students below started applauding and ran outside in a swarm.

"Then I'm leaving first?" Song Kuanyu said last night that his grandma would come to pick him up, so as soon as Li Min announced the holiday, he couldn't wait to leave. The temperature dropped today, and he was afraid that grandma would get cold or fall when she was old.

Bai Yiyu picked up the empty schoolbag hanging from the chair and stood up, walking side by side with Song Wanzhou, "Wait for me, I'm going to the market today to find my grandma, and I'll go back with her later."

"Brother!" Song Jing laid his hands on the iron railing, eagerly looking for a familiar figure in the crowd, waiting wave after wave, and most of the parents standing outside the door dispersed, and he still hadn't seen the person he was thinking of. Brother, his immature hands were flushed red from the cold iron railings.The moment he saw him coming out, he ran out and went straight to Song Wanzhou's direction.

When he ran closer, he realized that there was still an unfamiliar face standing beside Song Wanzhou. Song Jing stood still, pulled his face, his two thick eyebrows were tightly frowned on that small face, and stared unhappily at the two walking side by side. people.

"Xiaojing? Why are you here?" Song Wanzhou saw Xiaotuanzi not far away, and immediately walked over to hug him, covering Song Jing's frozen face with his warm hands, "Where's grandma?"

Song Jing turned his head and snorted, ignored him, and looked at Bai Yiyu standing behind him dissatisfied.

There are no other children in Bai Yiyu's family, he is the only one, seeing Song Wanzhou's younger brother who looks like a glutinous rice dumpling is very strange, and he wants to reach out to touch his cold white face, "Wanzhou, is this the younger brother you mentioned? Still so young?"

"Well," Song Wanzhou gently wiped off Song Jing's snot with his warm fingertips, "Song Jing, my younger brother."

Song Jing opened the person Bai Yiyu stretched out in front of him, and his fleshy little hands were tightly wrapped around Song Wanzhou's neck, declaring his sovereignty.

Although I don't know why Song Jing is suddenly unhappy, Song Wanzhou still holds him in his arms. Although there is only a thin layer of snow on the ground, it is easy for him to catch a cold if he walks on the accumulated water for a long time. Every time Song Jing catches a cold and falls ill It's going to last a long time, and it's terribly uncomfortable.

"Why is Xiaojing being hugged by my brother again? Slippery on the ground and be careful not to fall, come down quickly." Tan Jing was chatting with other parents at the door, and when she saw her grandson coming out, she immediately went over to take the schoolbag on her back, "How is Yang Yang doing in the exam?" ? Hey, why is the schoolbag so heavy? Did the teacher assign a lot of homework?"

Song Wanzhou didn't put Song Jing down, but hugged him a little tighter, and said, "Grandma, I'll recite it myself. I've recited all the books, and I still have winter vacation homework."

Bai Yiyu walked to the school gate, waved goodbye to Song Wanzhou who was hugging Song Jing, and said, "Wanzhou, I'm leaving then! Call!"

It was inconvenient for Song Wanzhou to hold Song Jing with both hands, so he nodded, letting Bai Yiyu come and play with him when he had time.

It was only when Bai Yiyu was no longer in sight that Song Jing's expression softened. He kissed his brother's face and muttered, "Brother, don't contact me."

Song Wanzhou rubbed the kissed face against Song Jing's unhappy face, and said softly, "Xiao Jing, that's brother's friend, don't say such things."

The driver, Old Liu, saw Tan Jing and the others coming, so he quickly turned on the air conditioner in the car, came out to take their schoolbags for them, and said with a smile: "The young master is on winter vacation, and the young master will not be arguing every day to come to school I'm looking for you, hahahahaha."

Tan Jing sat in the co-pilot and Lao Liu set up a stall just chatting with other parents, while the two brothers Song Wanzhou sat in the back seat and were playing the game of 'whoever blinks first loses'.

Song Jing, who had lost several times in a row, pouted unhappy, and sat on the child seat insisting on touching Song Wanzhou's eyelids to make him close them.

Song Wanzhou closed his eyes as a gesture, kissed his brother's cold little hand, held it in his hand and covered it with a smile: "Ah, I closed my eyes, Xiaojing won, Xiaojing is really good !"

As soon as Song Jing heard that he had won, he kept laughing, completely forgot what he was angry with just now, and played non-stop with Song Wanzhou, and when he got out of the car, he still puffed his cheeks and opened his eyes to the maximum, competing with his brother .

Song Kuanyu and his wife came back before dinner, holding the roast duck that Song Wanzhou had been talking about for a long time to celebrate his successful completion of this semester's study tasks.

"Yangyang is going to take the No.1 exam again this time?" Guan Zhiwen held a goblet, shaking the wine-red liquid inside, his eyes were full of tenderness and admiration, "Why is our Yangyang so smart?"

Song Wanzhou thought that the topic of the composition this time was to ask them to write a short poem. He had never written it before, and he was not sure. He didn't dare to say that he did well in the exam, so he could only nod his head and say that it was not bad. .

At the dinner table, the three parents chatted about the embarrassing things about the students Song Kuanyu met in class, and Guan Zhiwen was drunk and joked that Song Kuanyu was still the Mr. Song who could not do anything about the Nai students.

When the adults were chatting, Song Wanzhou concentrated on feeding Song Jing, and only after he was full did he start to eat the roast duck that made him drool. The crispy outside and tender inside made him unable to resist eating several pieces. Stop, the mouth is full of oil.

When talking about Guan Zhiwen's new colleagues, Song Kuanyu reached out his hand to clink the wine glass with Guan Zhiwen, and asked Song Wanzhou who was eating for advice: "It just so happens that the winter vacation is free, Yang Yang wants to continue learning piano? Your mother I just met a friend who teaches piano, and I can ask her to teach you at home."

"Is it possible?" Song Wanzhou's eyes lit up when he heard that he could continue to learn the piano, "Is daddy real? Will it be expensive?"

Tan Jing rubbed his little head, and said kindly: "Look at how excited you are, can Mom and Dad still lie to you?"

After the matter of learning the piano was settled, Song Wanzhou couldn't wait to finish the winter vacation homework on the first day of winter vacation, so that he could keep studying for the rest of the time.

At night, Song Wanzhou wiped the dust accumulated on the keys, cleaning every crevice.

Song Jing was bored waiting aside, hugging his brother's trouser legs, raised his head and looked at him eagerly, his mouth narrowed: "I want to play, play with my brother."

"Does Xiaojing want to learn too?" Song Wanzhou put down the towel, picked him up and put him on the piano bench, took his short hand and slid it on the black and white keys, "Brother will teach you?"

Song Wanzhou took Song Jing to play "Little Star", the first piece Yan Fei taught him that year.

Song Jing didn't like to sit properly in front of the piano. After playing for a while, he slid off the stool and squatted on the ground to continue playing with his building blocks.

Song Wanzhou was taught piano by a female teacher, surnamed Yan, named Yan Jiu, and she asked Song Wanzhou to call her Teacher Yan.She only comes on weekends. She first teaches Song Jing a few new pieces, and then lets him practice by himself. When she comes next time, she will check how he is playing. If he plays well, he will teach him a new one. Just hit the palm of your hand.

Song Wanzhou was beaten only once, because he didn't memorize the melody, and Yan Jiu beat his palm with an iron ruler until his palm was red and swollen.Although his palms were numb with pain, he didn't cry or complain. After Yan Jiu left, he silently played the piano in the corner of the living room, practicing the piece he didn't remember.

Sometimes it takes a whole day to play, sleep and eat, no one can shout, only when Song Jing is hugging his leg and acting like a baby, he will move away from the piano and play with him for a while.

For him, the piano is not only a hobby, but also a sustenance.Because this is the only thing Yan Fei and Wang Jingyi left him, so he has to practice it to the best, so that they can be proud of themselves.

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Later, Song Wanzhou's composition was selected by Li Min as an excellent example, and he specially copied it on rice paper and pasted it on the blackboard behind for other students to read.

Song Wanzhou wrote:

"

I am a sunny flower in the mold field, looking for light alone.

When the light shines on me, I am hot.

When the light is removed, I am cold.

The sun shines in, the rain hits my withered branches, and I'm about to be reborn.

God gave me a seed indifferently, and I was irrigated by the same sunshine and rain, and finally broke through the soil and sprouted.

I named the seeds, hopefully.

"