paranoia

"Brother Jing, isn't your brother Song Wanzhou at home this weekend? Why are you free to ask me out?"

The blond-haired boy with Beats white headphones hanging around his neck squatted on the stone pier in Times Square, straightened his black hat, threw the nearly burnt cigarette in his hand on the ground, half-closed his eyes and stared at the front with a gloomy face. Song Jing.

Hearing the name in his mind, Song Jing frowned, and the slender Danfeng said: "Jiang Xinzhi, did I frankly tell you not to mention his name?"

The partial-born boy didn't take Song Jing's words seriously, with a nonchalant smile on his mouth, he lifted his sleeves to reveal the deer head tattoo on his right arm, stood up from the stone pier, stepped on the cigarette butt and crushed the fine sparks: "Don't say it, don't say it. So what's the idea of ​​Young Master Song calling me out today?"

Song Jing pursed his dry lower lip, looked at the crowded square, and remained silent.

Jiang Xinzhi's hands were itchy, so he took out a bag of jiaozi from his pocket, shook one and handed it to Song Jing, and said with a smile, "Do you want to go to an Internet cafe? Or a 'warehouse'?"

Feeling that he didn't want to go back anyway, and had nowhere to go, Song Jingza nodded, squashed the soda in his hand, threw it into the recyclable trash can, and kicked Jiang Xinzhi who was standing idly: "Sooner or later you will be beaten to death."

Jiang Xinzhi looked at Song Jing's direction, smiled, put away the undelivered cigarettes and followed him, and put his arms around his shoulders: "It's just right, Chuanzi and Dafei are here, let's get together and practice our hands. "

Song Jing took the hand on his shoulder displeased, and said meaningfully; "Just don't bring irrelevant people casually."

Jiang Xinzhi took advantage of the situation and put his hand into his trouser pocket, kicked away the stones on the ground, with some marks on the front of the brand new sneakers, and briskly signed the ticket: "Don't worry, I know you don't like it. No one has notified you this time. Just the four of us."

"Better so."

Song Mu was bouncing ahead with the snacks that Song Wanzhou bought just now in his hand, stopping from time to time, turning his head and shouting: "Brother, hurry up!"

Deciding that the lunch menu is curry rice, Song Wanzhou bought a large bag of fresh potatoes, carrots and beef from the supermarket. Before paying the bill, he remembered that there seemed to be no tomatoes at home, so he turned around again.When he came out of the supermarket again, his hands were red and sore from being strangled by the overstuffed shopping bags.

As soon as she opened the door and entered the room, Song Mu didn't even have time to put on her slippers, so she couldn't wait to throw herself on the sofa and eat some snacks.

Song Wanzhou put the fruits and vegetables into the fresh-keeping room, caught a glimpse of the cleanly eaten dinner plate in the sink, and raised the corner of his mouth in an inconspicuous arc. -

He took out Song Mu's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them next to the sofa, turned around and walked upstairs, and before taking two steps, he heard Song Mu shouting from below: "Brother, don't look, the second brother is not here."

Song Wanzhou froze for a moment, then said flatly, "Yes, I'll go up and change."

Passing by Song Jing's room, Song Wanzhou twisted the handle, loosened it, and said to himself, "It's really not here."

Song Wanzhou took off his shirt and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with his back bent. His beautiful butterfly bones were slightly raised, and there was a long scarlet scar across his thin back, which made his fair skin look too sick.Dip a little ointment with cold fingertips and lightly dab it near the red marks. The menthol ingredient in the ointment acts on the transparent skin, and the coolness overwhelms the original hotness, which makes Song Wanzhou gasp.

Changing off the blood-stained shirt, Song Wanzhou washed and hung the dirty clothes that Song Jing threw in the laundry room on the balcony.

When he went downstairs, Song Mu was still lying on the sofa in the same posture as before, watching TV fascinated, and slapped the sofa with laughter while eating Miao Crispy Corn.

Song Wanzhou went over and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, drove her back to the room to do her homework amidst Song Mu's exclamation, and confiscated the snacks she was holding on to.

After Song Mu mumbled and went upstairs, Song Wanzhou was free to sit in front of the piano that had been abandoned for a long time.

The learning tasks in No. [-] Middle School are heavy and the pace is fast. Students like Song Mu who can only get in through hard work can only keep spinning like a spinning top every day in order to survive in No. [-] Middle School, which is full of masters and gods of learning. The heels are not close to the end of the crane, so he hasn't touched the piano keys for a long time.

Song Wanzhou closed his eyes tightly, felt the familiar touch of his fingers on the keys, and showed a happy expression. He didn't need to read the score at all, and let his muscle memory play one after another.

Playing the piano is a deep-rooted habit for him, and it is also a way to relieve stress and forget troubles.

It's been a long time since I heard the familiar piano sound from downstairs. Song Mu, who had already lost his hair when he saw the homework, simply threw it aside and ran downstairs to squat beside Song Wanzhou, shaking his head to the tune and becoming his most loyal fan.

Song Wanzhou opened his eyes: "Have you finished your homework?"

To Song Mu, this was simply a question of death. In order to avoid answering, she hugged Song Wanzhou's hand, clamoring that she was hungry and wanted to eat.

Song Wanzhou knew that since she was always eating snacks, she definitely didn't want to do her homework, but she was so entangled that she had no choice but to get up and cook for her.

Song Mu knelt and sat at the dining table, looking at the three dishes and one soup that the two of them couldn't finish eating, picked up dried beans for a while, stirred them in the tomato and egg soup for a while, and couldn't help but mutter: "Brother, why did you cook it all?" Is it what the second brother likes to eat?"

Song Jing didn't come back at noon, Song Wanzhou still left a meal for him as usual, and he could just heat it up when he came back, but in the end, the meal was still there, and the person still didn't come back.

Song Wanzhou was really worried about not replying to messages and not answering calls. After coaxing Song Mu to sleep, he locked the door behind him and went out with his mobile phone and ID card.

In the evening, in the practice room of an independent residential building near the No. [-] Middle School, there were sounds of drum sticks rising and falling, and the sound of cymbals and drum heads vibrating in the air.

After playing for about ten minutes, the drum stopped, and a thick and rough male voice sounded: "Brother Jing, is this okay?"

Standing in front of the drum stand, Song Jing frowned tightly, rubbing his hands back and forth on his chin, and was about to say something, when he saw the exhausted and paralyzed drummer He Chuan lying on the ground, lifting his shirt and fanning his face with his stomach full. The white flesh trembled greatly following his movements: "Brother Jing, if you can't do it, you have to. We've been practicing all afternoon, so at least let Fatty me rest for a while."

Jiang Xinzhi, who was resting on the sofa, stood up and fiddled with the pick, and said with a smile, "Brother Jing, let's come? Let Chuanzi and the others take a break, or there will be trouble later."

Song Jing had no choice but to agree. The air-conditioned room hadn't been installed yet. Although it was almost October, they hadn't rested since Song Jing arrived. The clothes on my body have long been drenched with sweat.

Song Jing simply took off his clothes, his upper body was bare, sweat was all over his face and neck, he closed his eyes and held the microphone tightly, and slowly opened his voice to the sound of the accompaniment.

When Jiang Xinzhi heard that it was not the original song, he immediately changed the tune with him.

"

Three centimeters of sunshine and three centimeters of air

blocked in front of my eyes like a glass

Block your label, only footprints are left

...

The faint scent of grass in your hair

your eyes evaporate into clouds

Thank you for not being able to live in your eyes

That's why I can hug your back

...

"

At the end of the song, Song Jing slowly opened his eyes, with a lingering loneliness in his eyes, I don't know if it was because of something on his mind or because he was in the scene.

Jiang Xinzhi took the bass on the bed, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and threw it on Song Jing, panting heavily: "Brother Jing, take a break, don't tire your throat, why did you suddenly sing a song?" "Back View", I almost didn't realize it."

Song Jing unscrewed the water bottle, raised his head and filled half of the bottle violently. The rest of the water poured down from the top of his drenched head. He threw the empty bottle to He Chuan who was lying on the ground, shook his head and picked up his own from the sofa. Put on your clothes.

"It's nothing, I suddenly want to sing."

He Chuan was so hot that he just leaned on the wall facing inward, his fleshy face was flushed with heat, and he couldn't help muttering: "Got it, why doesn't the place you rent even have an air conditioner? It’s not even summer yet, so if it’s summer, wouldn’t it make me fat to die here?”

Guitarist Jia Zhengfei, who lay flat on the sofa and was silent for a long time, also echoed: "Okawa talks a lot, the air conditioner can't be disturbed."

"You are still good at making arrangements? You went there when I was looking at the house." Jiang Xinzhi kicked alone, "Brother Jing, will you go back tonight? If you don't, let's go to the Internet cafe after dinner?"

Song Jing looked at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock. He shook his head, picked up the backpack that was thrown on the ground, said, "You guys go on your own, I'll go back first.", and left.

After Song Jing left, He Chuan, who was lying on the wall, said with a smile, "Got it, Brother Jing won't go, let's go three times, Da Fei will definitely go."

Internet addicted teenager Jia Zhengfei nodded vigorously, saying that it would be fine to let him stay overnight.

Jiang Xinzhi cursed, "Fuck you, remember to lock the door when you leave." Then he picked up the hat on the ground, covered his messy yellow hair, and chased him out.

By the time he chased him out, Song Jing was no longer in sight.

Song Jing was walking along the path home with his bag on his back. The dim street lamps shone on his head, elongating his shadow on the ground. It was already past ten o'clock when he called Jiang Xinzhi this morning, and he ate at the table indiscriminately. Seeing that Song Wanzhou was coming back soon, he hurried out, left his mobile phone and keys on the bed and forgot to take them away, and had no cash on him, so he had to walk back, which was not far anyway.

He lowered his head, sweat dripped to the ground along the slightly curly hair on his forehead, a gust of evening wind blew, and the smell of sweat from his body entered his nostrils, and he snored uncomfortably, hindering the pace of his feet.

A female voice came from the door of the educational tutoring institution on the left: "Song Jing? Why are you here?"

When Song Jing heard someone calling him, he didn't turn his head and continued walking. Seeing that he ignored him, the girl smiled indifferently, and followed behind him: "Let's go together, I was thinking about whether I should take a taxi at such a late hour. car, I saw you in the end."

"Do you think we are destined for each other?"