paranoia

It turned out that he was overthinking everything.

From the beginning to the end, Guan Zhiwen and Song Kuanyu didn't feel that it was Song Wanzhou's fault that the two children would get together. Instead, they asked Song Jing alone.After all, they have been together day and night and have been a family member for more than ten years. They have a deep understanding of the two sons' personalities, who is stronger and who is more likely to regress.

It's just that when I first heard the news from other people, it was really shocking. Before they digested it, I asked Song Wanzhou to find out the real situation. A critical illness notice was issued.

The two were so busy that they both had to appease and blame Song Wanzhou's relatives while taking care of Tan Jing, who was seriously ill, so they had to be prepared.

He didn't look for Song Wanzhou and Song Jing immediately. Firstly, he wanted to calm down the two children, and secondly, he also allowed them to relax a bit.

But just when they remembered that it was time to chat, Song Wanzhou disappeared from home.

He seems to have left, but also seems not to leave.

The things that belonged to Song Wanzhou were left intact, but the child who had been standing quietly and smiling softly was gone.

They immediately contacted Song Jing who was still in Beijing, thinking that Song Wanzhou would contact him, but they didn't expect that Song Jing didn't know about it, and even asked them why Song Wanzhou didn't go to Beijing to accompany him after the college entrance examination.

When Song Wanzhou was determined not to let them find him, even calling the police was useless.

What's more, they were looking in the wrong direction at the beginning, thinking that Song Wanzhou had gone out of the province, and there was a sea of ​​people, like looking for a needle in a haystack. They didn't expect that Song Wanzhou had never left at all, and was always by their side, hiding cautiously and carefully. watching them.

I even sat in the coffee shop opposite the school every Friday afternoon, waiting for them to get off work, taking a look at them, and then watching them leave.

If Bai Yiyu hadn't been bumped into by Song Kuanyu, who had returned to the office due to business, when Bai Yiyu was secretly delivering the letter, they would still be in the dark, thinking that the letter was sent from somewhere else.

She went to the coffee shop that Bai Yiyu had mentioned.

The corner window on the second floor is exclusive to Song Wanzhou.

He would sit there every Friday, lowering his head and repeating the words 'I'm sorry' and 'May you all be safe and happy, and have a worry-free year'.

Thinking of Song Wanzhou sitting by the window, looking at their car, Guan Zhiwen's chest hurts.She promised to give Song Wanzhou a home, but she actually lost him in the end, so Song Wanzhou could only pay attention to them in such a humble way.

Guan Zhiwen's lips trembled, and he shed tears. Even Song Kuanyu's eyes were red, and he turned his face sideways, suppressing the unspeakable emotions.

"Yangyang, go home with Mom and Dad..."

The parents who have always been concerned in their hearts are standing in front of me, and they don't need to be sneaky, they can see it openly.

Song Wanzhou opened his mouth several times, but his throat was unbelievably hoarse, and his hands were shaking constantly, "Mom...Dad..."

Guan Zhiwen held Song Wanzhou's hand tightly, and hugged him into his arms, "Yangyang, mom is here... Mom is here..."

The two hugged each other in tears.

Song Jing and Song Kuanyu, one standing behind Song Wanzhou and the other behind Guan Zhiwen, looked at each other and smiled.

Song Kuanyu embraced the weeping Guan Zhiwen, and said softly, "Professor Guan, you can't cry all the time when you are happy." Then he rubbed Song Wanzhou's hair, "Yangyang too. Before your mother came, she always said She didn't cry, but it's fine now, the tears can't be stopped, but it hurts me so much."

Song Jing bent down, leaned on Song Wanzhou, and echoed, "Brother, why do you only hug Mom, and me?"

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of gloom.

At this moment, no matter how sad the feeling is, it should be joyful, and no matter how missing the crescent moon should be, it should be complete.

It was originally Song Wanzhou's preconceived misunderstanding, but when everything was said and done, the gap between the two generations would naturally be eliminated.

Reluctant to use his strength, Guan Zhiwen just flicked Song Wanzhou on the forehead, even if it was to blame Song Wanzhou for not coming home for so long, "Parents are educated intellectuals after all, and they are not oily. Barbarians who don't like salt, if you two really love each other and want to stay together for a lifetime, how can you disagree? Yangyang, you just think too much, you are too harsh on yourself, and you want to take all the responsibility on yourself. Little Jing is my child who was born in October of my pregnancy. How can I not know his bad habits? If he wants it, he must grab it. We are afraid that you don't want to, and you are forced to help You have been accommodating Song Jing all this time, and you have regressed in everything, and we are even more afraid that you will have to let Xiao Jing handle even relationship problems."

"Mom," Song Wanzhou looked into Guan Zhiwen's eyes with sincerity and determination, "I am willing. From the beginning to the end, I am willing."

All that needs to be said has been said, and the misunderstandings have been cleared up. They finally found Song Wanzhou. Guan Zhiwen and the others naturally couldn't let him continue to live outside, and insisted that Song Jing move back to the villa with Song Wanzhou. Can have a care.

Since it was proposed by Guan Zhiwen, Song Wanzhou would naturally agree.

After receiving Song Wanzhou's nod and promise, Guan Zhiwen left with Song Kuanyu contentedly, and went back to the villa first to tidy up the bedroom for the two sons.

Back at the small house they rented, Song Jing hugged Song Wanzhou from behind, clung to him, and said sullenly, "Brother, I was wrong."

Song Wanzhou was still immersed in the joy of being reunited with his parents, thinking about how to pack his luggage.Hearing what Song Jing said, he was obviously taken aback, turned his head, looked at Song Jing who was full of displeasure, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you secretly contact your parents behind my back?"

"That's right. You shouldn't have called Professor Guan and Mr. Song here." Song Jing tapped Song Wanzhou's forehead with the tip of his nose a few times, and the corners of his mouth curled down. , It’s too uncomfortable to move back. Your room has always been reserved for you, so we must sleep separately.”

Song Wanzhou was amused by Song Jing's aggrieved expression, and comforted him, "I'll go back on weekends, and I'm still here on weekdays. I used to be able to enter my bedroom with the door locked, why can't I now? What's more, I don't lock the door .”

As if thinking of something, he smiled and said to Song Jing, "Xiao Jing, wait a minute, I have something for you."

Song Wanzhou took out a letter from the drawer in the bedroom. It looked like it was old, and the outer envelope even started to turn yellow.

The recipient is Song Jing, but the sender is not written.

It seems to be a letter that has been written, but it has never been sent.

Song Jing took it from Song Wanzhou's hand, it was still a little heavy, and there should be other things inside.

"I should have sent you off a long time ago, but it was delayed by various things later, and it's not too late now." Song Wanzhou said lightly.

Although it wasn't an exquisite package, it was the most common cover bought at the post office, Song Jing was still reluctant to tear it, and carefully tore it along the seal.

Inside was a letterhead full of writing and a rough ring.

Maybe it's not even a ring, it's just a silver ring that has been preliminarily processed.

There is a string of incomprehensible characters engraved on the inner ring, and when you get closer, you can see that it is the abbreviation of Song Wanzhou and his name, z and sj are stacked together without distinguishing each other.

Simple rings are given a lot of love and become a little hot.

Song Jing's palms were sweating, and he looked at Song Wanzhou as if seeking proof, his eyes were wet, and his pupils were rippling, "Brother..."

It was rare to see Song Jing's dull side. Song Wanzhou opened Song Jing's clenched hand, took out the ring, and put it on Song Jing's right ring finger. It was just the right size. Fortunately, it fits well."

Song Jing glanced at his right hand in disbelief, his voice was slightly hoarse, "This is brother who wants to trap me, so I can't go back on my word."

"I won't regret it."

Just a long-term letter and a poorly crafted ring made Song Jing ecstatic, his whole body clamoring, wanting to rub his rib into his blood.

What he discovered next was completely beyond his expectations, and while he was ecstatic, he felt his heart was clenched, making him a little short of breath.

In front of Song Jing, Song Wanzhou unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his thin collarbone and the swollen tattoo on his chest. It’s too ostentatious, so I can only tattoo you on my heart.”

Song Jing's hand holding the envelope was trembling, he staggered two steps, walked up to Song Wanzhou, stretched out his hand, afraid of Song Wanzhou's pain, and did not dare to touch it directly, separated by a distance of one finger, carefully Tracing the letters representing him on Song Wanzhou's chest, "Does it hurt?"

Song Wanzhou held Song Jing's wrist and placed it on his chest, "It doesn't hurt."

The tattooed place was bright red, it was slightly hot, the swelling hadn't subsided, and it even looked a bit ugly, but Song Jing obsessively rubbed on Song Wanzhou's chest.

"nice words..."

Song Wanzhou held Song Jing's face in his hands, tiptoed slightly, and took the initiative to send his lips up, gently touching Song Jing's lips, and even licked them twice.

99 love words are not as good as a shallow kiss.

Song Jing's string of restraint was broken by this kiss that was not considered a kiss. He pushed the man against the wall a little irritably, and pinched Song Wanzhou's chin to deepen the kiss.

Song Wanzhou's back hurt from hitting the wall, but he just frowned slightly and didn't care about it. He wrapped his arms around Song Jing's hot neck and responded greenly.

After the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath. Song Jing looked deeply into Song Wanzhou's dark eyes, with a pious expression, and said solemnly, "Brother also has to wear the ring."

Song Wanzhou smiled, "Okay."

For Song Jing, the appearance of Song Wanzhou is probably a fire in his life, his most vain obsession.

Fortunately, it was infatuation, not delusion.

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