paranoia

Song Wanzhou didn't sleep for a long time when he was woken up by the sound of conversation. When he opened his eyes, he saw an empty hospital bed. He woke up instantly, rubbing his tired eyes and went out to look for his younger brother who woke up at some time.

Song Jing leaned back on the railing of the corridor, squinting at Jiang Xinzhi who was standing beside him, fidgeting: "It's so late, why are you here? Cen Youfan told you?"

Jiang Xinzhi's fingers itched after not smoking for a while, and he really wanted to take one out of his pocket to light it, but he was afraid of being scolded by the person next to him, so he endured it and scratched his hair: "My cousin made a fuss when she went back. It's quite fierce, it's hard to know, no, I think the house is noisy, so I went out for a stroll and took a look at you."

Song Jing didn't speak, and looked down at the crowded hall on the first floor. It was already late at night, and there were still so many people who needed to be sent to the hospital urgently, which reminded him of the night before Song Wanzhou's entrance exam.

The same hospital, the same late night, the same anxious Song Wanzhou.

That night Song Jing was lying on the bed and suddenly had a stomachache. There was no one else in the house except Song Wanzhou. The pain made his mouth turn white. Even though he bit his lower lip hard, he couldn't ignore the pain coming from his abdomen.

He had no choice but to get up from the bed and knock on the door of Song Wanzhou's bedroom next door.

Song Wanzhou is going to take the high school entrance examination the next day, and he is still reading at night. He wants to review the knowledge points a few more times, try to get a higher score in the test, and have the initiative in choosing a school.

When I opened the door, I saw Song Jing lift up his clothes, revealing his bulging belly, crying with tears in his eyes, "Brother...Brother, my stomach hurts..."

Song Wanzhou pressed lightly on his stomach, and Song Jing cried out in pain. He quickly picked him up, grabbed the key and ran to the hospital.

The Song family's old house was located in a remote location, still some distance from the main street, and there was no way to get a car in the middle of the night. Song Wanzhou had to run for more than ten minutes with Song Jing, who was making a fuss, before seeing a car passing by.

After getting a taxi, he rushed to the hospital without any delay. After paying the money, he immediately rushed into the hall holding Song Jing, who had fainted from the pain, and stopped the security guard who was patrolling the door. He anxiously asked which floor the emergency department was on. Hold the person and climb the stairs to the fourth floor.

The doctor looked at the sweating Song Wanzhou, and quickly took the person in his arms. After a quick examination, he found that Song Jing had eaten expired milk by mistake and caused food poisoning. He had to do gastric lavage and infusion until three or four in the morning. was sent to the general ward.

Song Wanzhou stayed in the hospital all night to take care of the comatose Song Jing, until Guan Zhiwen and the others came back from other places, he narrowed his eyes for a while, and Song Kuanyu hurriedly took him home to get his ID card and exam admission ticket, and rushed to the hospital. After passing two red lights, I arrived at the test center before the latest admission time.

Song Jing looked at the bandage wrapped around his hand, and the crappy bow on it was his brother's masterpiece, and couldn't help but think: Why did Song Wanzhou treat himself so well, so good that no one would refuse him? Chance.

"Brother Jing," Jiang Xinzhi put away his phone and looked at Song Jing who was in a trance, "Cen Youfan said he would treat you to dinner. To thank you, would you like to go?"

Song Jing stroked the bow and said coldly, "No."

Jiang Xinzhi quickly tapped on the keyboard of the mobile phone, lowered his head and said, "Then I refused for you. By the way, did you take it seriously last time when you asked me to help you find a house? It just so happens that my friend has a set on hand." , two rooms and one living room, it’s near our Yucai, do you want it? If you want it, I’ll tell him and ask him to keep it for you.”

It was pitch black outside the glass windows of the hall, and taxis stopped at the entrance of the hospital from time to time, and two or three panicked people got off, and there were only a few street lights on the sidewalks on both sides of the street not far away, and drunks who were staggering and drinking too much.

Song Jing looked up at the faintly shining stars in the darkness, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Go back first, we'll talk about it next time."

After sending Jiang Xinzhi away, he slowly walked back to the ward, and saw Song Wanzhou who had woken up sitting on the bed with his head lowered. Hearing his footsteps, he immediately raised his head and looked at himself in surprise.

"Where have you been, Xiaojing?"

Song Jing turned his head and walked out: "It's none of your business."

Song Wanzhou stood up from the bed, stopped in front of Song Jing who was unable to move, and asked softly, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Song Jing glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, the pointer had already pointed to 2, and said coldly: "No, you can go back by yourself."

Song Wanzhou looked at his younger brother who was unknowingly taller than him, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "I won't go back tonight, I already called my father and asked him to call the nanny to take care of Song Mu. Don't worry, I didn't say anything." Your injury."

Song Jing frowned slightly, and said, "Song Wanzhou, why are you being so nice to me?"

Song Wanzhou lowered his head and smiled slightly, his light eyebrows curved, his dark eyes were as deep and docile as the bustling midnight starry sky outside, making people want to sink into it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I am your brother, I am No one is good to you, who is good to you."

Song Jing turned his head away from looking at him, and said in a deep voice, "I want to take a bath and drink porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat."

"Then Xiaojing will stay in the hospital by himself for a while. My brother will get you clothes when he goes back, and cook porridge for you by the way. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I'm here to call you."

After Song Wanzhou left, Song Jing half lay on the bed, raised his hands to cover his lonely eyes, and muttered, "Who wants to be your younger brother..."

Song Wanzhou waited at the door for a long time, but when the taxi arrived, people crowded into it, so he had to stand by the side of the road and call someone.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Wanzhou? Why are you calling so late, what's the matter?"

Song Wanzhou heard the other party yawn, "Ayu, is it convenient for you now? I'm in the hospital near your house. My brother is hospitalized. I'll go back and cook some food for him. Can you drive here?" send me?"

"Huh? That little bastard got into trouble again? Wait, I'll be right over."

Song Wanzhou was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the hospital. Within 5 minutes, there was a roar from far and near, and a black motorcycle stopped right in front of him.

The person above propped one leg on the ground, let go of the car handle, took off the helmet, and revealed the handsome face inside.

With a pair of beautiful eyes, Bai Yiyu threw the other helmet hanging in front of Song Wanzhou, "Come on."

After Song Wanzhou put on his helmet, Bai Yiyu started, "Wanzhou, hug me, let's go!"

"Ayu, slow down, your heart is not good."

Bai Yiyu yelled deliberately: "What are you talking about! I can't hear you!"

Song Wanzhou patted him on the back and yelled into his ear, "I say! Slow down! You have a bad heart!"

Bai Yiyu laughed loudly, still maintaining the original speed, shouting: "I can't hear! My ears are not good! Hahahaha"

After graduating from elementary school, Bai Yiyu gave up the opportunity to go to No. 800 Middle School, and went to a vocational school in the north of the city to continue her studies for a monthly subsidy of [-] yuan.Although Vocational Middle School is far away from No. [-] Middle School, he would go to No. [-] Middle School every Friday night to find Song Wanzhou, put the delicious snacks he discovered recently in his schoolbag, and sneak in sneaking in pretending to be a student from No. [-] Middle School Send warmth to his good brother.

It was already 10:30 for Song Wanzhou's evening self-study, and Bai Yiyu was waiting for him in his dormitory.

Bai Yiyu was very generous, and distributed most of the snacks he brought to Song Wanzhou among his roommates. After a long time, the other three people also recognized him as Song Wanzhou's friend, and would help them hide it from their auntie. .

Song Wanzhou usually has a lot of work to do, and he has to take care of two young children at home on weekends. The two of them don't have much time to see each other, so they take advantage of Friday night to lie in bed together and chat about the interesting things that happened this week.

Most of the time it was Bai Yiyu who was talking, and Song Wanzhou occasionally echoed.

Although the other three people in the dormitory were surprised that he had a friend in middle school, from Song Wanzhou's point of view, no matter where Bai Yiyu was, he was also the kind-hearted Bai Yiyu who always thought of others, and the two of them would always be good friends friend.

"Wanzhou, I won't go in, my parents must be asleep, I'll go and not wake them up."

"Let's go, they're not at home, but Twilight is here."

Song Wanzhou dragged Bai Yiyu, who was unwilling to move at the gate of the courtyard, into the house, and asked him to go to his room to sleep for a while, and call him when he was ready.

Bai Yiyu was lying on Song Wanzhou's bed, playing with the handmade ceramic cup on the bedside table, and lowered his voice to Song Wanzhou who was packing clothes, "Why do you still keep this?"

Song Wanzhou raised his head to take a look, then lowered his head and said nonchalantly, "Drink water, otherwise why keep it."

This ceramic cup is Bai Yiyu's first birthday present to Song Wanzhou.

He didn't have any extra money to buy beautifully packaged gifts and greeting cards for Song Wanzhou, so he went to the pottery shop in the market a week in advance to teach him how to do it. It took him two days in the shop to move the master and teach him. He made a ceramic mug out.

Every day after school, he went to the store to turn mud, and destroyed several before making a slightly readable one. In the bottom of the cup class, Song Wanzhou's name was abbreviated, and he stood by the fire until the cup was formed. I bought boxes and greeting cards and packed them myself, just waiting to surprise Song Wanzhou on his birthday.

On the day of Song Wanzhou's birthday, Guan Zhiwen invited Bai Yiyu to his house for a meal to celebrate as usual. During the gift-giving session, seeing the gifts from other people in his family, Bai Yiyu was embarrassed to take out the cups and greeting cards he had handmade Yes, but Song Wanzhou had already been warned, so he had to blush and ask Song Wanzhou to wait for him to leave before tearing it down.

Although Song Wanzhou told Bai Yiyu the next day that he liked the birthday gift he gave him very much, Bai Yiyu always thought he was comforting herself, but he never thought that he would use it all the time.

"Wan Zhou, I will keep all the gifts you gave me."

Song Wanzhou laughed softly: "How could it be lost? Ah Yu, what are you talking about. Go to sleep, I will call you in half an hour, and I will go downstairs to cook some porridge for my brother."

"okay!"

Bai Yiyu took off his shoes and got into bed, and within a while, he heard his soft snoring.