paranoia

Song Jing stood still and turned around in displeasure. The girl behind him didn't expect him to stop suddenly, didn't stop the car for a while, and bumped into his arms.

"Cen Youfan, why are you following me?"

Song Jing pushed away the girl who took the opportunity to lie on his chest, his movements were not gentle or even rude at all.

The girl who was called didn't stand still, staggered a few steps back and fell to the ground.Cen Youfan was wearing a pleated short skirt today, and she would lose it all with a slight movement, and fell to the ground without noticing that the hem of the skirt touched the base of her thighs.

Song Jing quickly turned his head, frowned, untied the bag on his back and threw it on her, and said impatiently, "Be careful."

The girl sitting on the ground quickly exclaimed, blushing and using her schoolbag to block her sight, she adjusted her skirt before slowly standing up, holding the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, lowering her head, and said shyly, "Thank you, Song Jing."

Song Jing took his backpack from Cen Youfan, who refused to look up, and put it on his back again, and said coldly, "Thank me for what, I pushed you down."

Cen Youfan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I fell down by myself, it has nothing to do with you, thank you for your backpack."

Song Jing didn't want to get too entangled with her, turned around and looked up at the noisy alley in front of him, the supper stalls on both sides were full of unkind faces who were throwing fists and drinking.Someone looked up and saw two people not far away, Zui Xunxun and the person at the same table bowed their heads and whispered, with malicious smiles on the corners of their mouths, and then the other two also raised their heads to the direction where Song Jing and Cen Youfan were standing look up.

Song Jing moved half a step aside, blocking the well-dressed Cen Youfan behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Follow if you want, don't touch me."

Cen Youfan also noticed the movement in front of him. After meeting the strange man's eyes, he hid behind Song Jing in fear, and said like a mosquito, "Who are they?"

The three people at the wine table stood up, kicked away the plastic stools at their feet, whistled frivolously, and walked this way with their shoulders crossed.

The road ahead was blocked by the three of them, so Song Jing had no choice but to grab Cen Youfan's trembling hand and turn into the small alley on the left. The people behind saw the two running away, and quickly followed after them.

The alley was dark. The old street lamps had been scrapped a few years ago, and no one had come to repair them. The household garbage of the surrounding residents was piled up on both sides of the narrow alley. The two ran so fast that they couldn't see where they were going, and they would kick over from time to time. Trash cans, the garbage that has not been collected for a long time emits a stench,

Cen Youfan quickly covered his nose, unwilling to run in again, who knows if there will be something more disgusting in the depths,

The place where the two stopped was a dead end, Song Jing clenched his left fist and pounded on the wall, panting heavily.

Cen Youfan didn't know that he had never been here before, if he wanted to get out, he had to keep walking inside, he stubbornly stayed where he was and didn't want to move, but Song Jing had already been familiar with this alley when he was in elementary school.

Song Wanzhou's junior high school is also in No. [-] Middle School, and Song Jing's school time is exactly half an hour behind.Although Song Wanzhou asked Song Jing to wait obediently for him to pick him up at the gate of their school, Song Jing couldn't help but want to see his brother sooner, so he always sneaked into No. [-] Middle School, and this alley is the nearest road. He could walk out with his eyes closed.

After recovering, Song Jing pulled Cen Youfan's hand harder, and said impatiently, "Hurry up and leave."

Cen Youfan propped his hands on his legs, unwilling to move half a step: "They probably won't catch up."

As soon as the words fell, I heard the rough conversation of three people from far and near in the darkness.

"Did you find it? Where did the two little bastards go? They ran pretty fast."

"The little girl looks really juicy, but I can take it tonight for fun."

"Let's go over there and have a look. Just stay here and guard the mice, don't let them escape."

When Cen Youfan heard them mentioning himself, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, his legs trembled uncontrollably, he covered his mouth and asked Song Jing in a low voice what to do.

After all, the two of them were only 12-year-old children. Where did they ever encounter such a situation, even if Song Jing pinched his thigh to force himself to calm down, his legs felt a little weak.

In the past two years, Song Jing has basically fought against students who are not much different from his age, the oldest is only a high school student who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but now he has to deal with three adult men at the same time with an oil bottle.

Song Jing stood up, handed the backpack to Cen Youfan, and said in a low voice, "We'll run in the direction of that mouse later, he's alone, I'll hold him back, you take my bag and run to the main road, Keep running and turn right to the residential area. Make sure you are safe before calling someone back, do you hear me?"

Cen Youfan nodded and followed Song Jing, who was hunched over, and walked for a while. Through the moonlight, he vaguely saw a person standing against the wall in front of him, sparks flickering at the corner of his mouth.

Song Jing gestured to Cen Youfan, signaling her to squat on the bed, then quietly walked behind the mouse, raised his leg and kicked him on the back, shouting loudly: "Run!"

When Cen Youfan heard the signal, he stood up immediately, hugged Song Jing's backpack, bypassed the fallen mouse, and ran to the bright place ahead.

Song Jing saw that the person lying on the ground hadn't moved. He retracted his legs and was about to run with her, but he heard the sound of two other people chasing him from behind.Song Jing turned his head and glanced at Cen Youfan who hadn't run far, and kicked the mouse's stomach on the ground a few more times to ensure that he passed out completely.

Better to deal with two than three, he strode back, keeping his eyes straight ahead to make sure he could react immediately when the others appeared.

Those two people ran over from the corner, saw the mouse lying on the ground and Cen Youfan who had run away, picked up two sticks from the ground cursingly, and rushed towards Song Jing.

Song Jing knew that bare hands were no match for them, so he quickly picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground, knocked it against the wall, turned his head to dodge their waving sticks, and looked for an opportunity to knock the glass bottle on their heads.

No matter how sensitive he was, his physical strength was no match for two adults, and he gradually lost the wind, and was knocked on the back and stomach several times with muffled sounds.

Song Jing simply smashed the bottle, gritted his teeth and grabbed the stick of one of them. Mou slammed the broken bottle on his head with all his strength, and was beaten by the other person until his hands felt sticky with blood. Only then did he let go, turned his head and knelt down on the waist, threw him to the ground, grabbed his hair and hit the ground again and again.

Seeing that the person under him was still, Song Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the ground tired, his legs completely weak from the belated fear.

He was about to stand up when someone knocked hard on his head from behind. Song Jing was so dazed that he couldn't stand and fell to his knees.

The mouse clutching its stomach stepped on Song Jing's face, crushed it repeatedly, and spat on him: "Damn, if you dare to kick your grandpa, I will kill you today." After all, pick it up The stick on the ground hit Song Jing's vitals.

Song Jing protected his head, curled up his body as much as possible, and just when he was about to be unbearable, he heard a familiar voice in front of him: "Xiaojing!"

When Mouse saw someone coming, he threw away his stick and ran deep into the alley, ignoring the two people who were still lying on the ground.

Song Wanzhou hurried over to help Song Jing up on the ground, his hands covering his head were sticky, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Xiaojing...brother is late."

Song Jing couldn't open his eyes in pain, he felt a hot touch on his face, and then it slipped down his contact ah into his mouth, with a bit of salty iron smell.

He struggled to get up from Song Wanzhou's arms, grabbed Song Wanzhou's collar and pushed him away, and said darkly, "Go away, I don't want you to worry about it."

When Song Wanzhou arrived, he had already called 110, and at this moment the siren of a police car came from outside the alley, and he hurriedly caught up with Song Jing who was trembling in front of him and insisted on leaving by himself: "Xiao Jing, brother will take you to the hospital first. ", and then no matter how hard Song Jing struggled, he hugged him in his arms and walked slowly to the street.

After the cloudy eyes touched the long-lost brightness, Song Jing finally couldn't hold on and fainted in his brother's arms.

Song Wanzhou sat by the hospital bed, tightly grasping Song Jing's cold hands, looking at his brother's bruises all over, lowering his eyes in self-blame, feeling extremely guilty, couldn't help but think: If only he had come out earlier.

After coming out of the house, Song Wanzhou has been looking for the places where Song Jing usually goes, one by one.At first I thought he was just playing outside, so I checked all the Internet cafes and basketball courts around the neighborhood, but they all said that they didn't see Song Jing.So Song Wanzhou looked for the places Song Jing liked to go to when he was a child. There was no attached primary school, and neither did Yucai. Just as he was about to try his luck near the No. [-] Middle School, he saw Cen Youfan panickingly holding his brother's schoolbag.

Cen Youfan was also terrified, and couldn't get to the point for a long time, Song Wanzhou had no choice but to ask her to point in a general direction, took his brother's schoolbag from her arms, said thank you, and ran away.

But he still didn't have time to protect Song Jing, and saw him being beaten up in front of him by someone twice his size.

Song Wanzhou had the intention to kill people at that time, he thought, if he had run faster at that time, or if he hadn't delayed on the road for a while, his brother would not have been beaten like this.

It was he who failed to protect Song Jing.

The police had called just now, saying that they had caught the escaped man and asked Song Jing to record a statement after waking up.

Looking at the sleeping Song Jing, Song Wanzhou sighed, stood up and pinched the corner of the quilt for him, gently brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, revealing the smooth forehead underneath, and put warm palms on it to test He sat down on the seat after confirming that he no longer had a fever, lying on the bed and guarding his beloved brother.

"Xiaojing, brother is late."

Song Jing had a nightmare, dreaming that when he was a child, he was squatting at the door of his house waiting for Song Wanzhou to come home.

Waiting and waiting, from day to night, Guan Zhiwen came to hug him and asked him what he was doing. He cried and shouted why his brother hadn't come back, but Guan Zhiwen kissed him gently on the cheek, and said slowly: "We, Xiaojing, are dreaming again. Your mother is the only child. Where is your brother from?"

He woke up in shock and sat up, seeing Song Wanzhou who was asleep on the bed holding his hands, he was slightly relieved.

Song Jing tentatively waved his hand in front of Song Wanzhou, but the other party didn't wake up, his cold fingertips stroked back and forth along the fair face of the person in front of him, calling softly: "Brother..."