paranoia

Chapter 20

Bai Yiyu sent Song Wanzhou to the gate of the hospital and left first. The next morning, he had to help his grandma out of the stall. The old man was too old to do heavy work. Only when Bai Yiyu was at home on weekends, the grandparents and grandchildren pushed the braised vegetable stalls at the gate of the community to earn money for living expenses.

The hospital was unusually quiet after four o'clock in the morning, only the footsteps of the doctor on duty coming out to make rounds from time to time and the sound of heavy breathing from each ward.

With his hands full, Song Wanzhou opened Song Jing's ward lightly, without turning on the light, and found that he was already lying down by the faint light in the corridor. Putting the porridge aside, he found a stool and sat down.

Song Jing's sleeping face could not be seen clearly in the dark, Song Wanzhou couldn't fall asleep anyway, lay on the bed lightly, turned his head to his younger brother, and said softly: "Xiaojing, brother failed to protect you well, it's very natural Please get well soon. It doesn’t matter even if you ignore me, you must take care of yourself in the future.”

The person under him turned over and said in a hoarse voice, "Song Wanzhou, it has nothing to do with your injuries. Why do you always put your arms around yourself?"

"Ah?" Song Wanzhou didn't expect Song Jing to be awake, so he sat up quickly, "Why didn't he sleep?"

Song Jing stretched out his hand to the side and turned on the light in the ward. The sudden bright environment caused Song Wanzhou to squint his eyes subconsciously, raised his hand and rubbed it a few times, and heard his brother's sleepy voice above his head: " Where are my clothes?"

Song Wanzhou picked up the backpack at his feet and handed it to Song Jing who stood up: "The clothes, trousers and clean underwear are inside, and I brought you a new bath towel, you can use it after you wash your hair."

Song Jing didn't speak, grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.Not long after, he heard his furious voice from the bathroom: "Song Wanzhou, these are not my underwear!"

Hearing his shout, Song Wanzhou put down the hot porridge in his hand, went outside the bathroom, knocked on the glass door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jing opened a slit and threw out a black object. Song Wanzhou caught it and took a closer look. It wasn't Song Jing's underwear, but his own. He probably put it away in a hurry and didn't see it clearly.

"Xiaojing, can't you force yourself to wear it?"

Song Wanzhou stood outside the door, looking at the shadow reflected on the frosted glass window, waited for a few seconds for the other party's reply, but to no avail, he said again: "Then I'll go back and get it for you now, just wait a while."

After all, Song Wanzhou picked up his phone and was about to leave.

Seeing the shadow disappearing outside the door, Song Jing was naked, hammered the door, and said irritably, "No need."

Song Wanzhou passed the underwear in again, walked to the bed and continued to cool the porridge in the bowl.

The porridge was cold, and the people inside hadn't come out yet. Song Wanzhou knocked on the door lightly and asked, "Have you finished washing yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling inside. Song Wanzhou thought it was his brother who was unable to move and fell, so he asked him if he was okay, and then Song Jing's hoarse voice came: "It's nothing."

After waiting for quite a while, Song Jing came out wiping his hair.

Song Wanzhou asked him to sit on the bed, handed him the porridge, took out a hair dryer from his bag, and said, "Drink it, I boiled it just now, it's not hot."

Originally wanted to dry Song Jing's hair, but was rejected, so he had to pick up the wet towel that was thrown on the bed and walk to the bathroom.

After Song Jing drank two bowls of porridge, his expression eased a little. Sitting on the bed and watching Song Wanzhou washing his clothes in the bathroom, he asked without thinking: "Song Wanzhou, do you care about me?"

Song Wanzhou was rubbing his underwear. Hearing this, he smiled lightly and said, "Yes. Of course, brother cares about you the most."

Song Jing asked again: "Then do you care if I fall in love?"

Song Wanzhou put down the clothes in his hand, wiped the water on his body, walked out, and said, "Xiaojing is in a relationship?"

Song Jing met Song Wanzhou's puzzled gaze, didn't say anything, just hummed a "hmmm" from his nasal cavity. '

Song Wanzhou didn't seem to have expected the other party to admit it so quickly, and he froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer his words, before slowly opening his mouth: "Is that girl tonight? Did you get hurt to protect her?"

Seeing that Song Jing didn't make a sound, he took it as his acquiescence, sat across from Song Jing, took away the bowl he had drunk, and said softly: "Xiao Jing, you are too young to fall in love. "

"Xiao Jing, it's not that my brother cares about you, it's just that you are still too young. When you get older, my brother will stop talking about you,"

"If you like other girls, you can wait until you are older and you are able to take responsibility before telling her."

Song Wanzhou just thinks that the word "falling in love" is too mature for Song Jing, who is only 12 years old. I don't know if it's because he studied late. At Song Jing's age, he was still in the fifth grade of elementary school. In addition to dealing with Bai Yiyu during the day, the day's life is to stay with Song Jing, never thinking of contacting the opposite sex, let alone puppy love.

Song Jing was silent for a long time with downcast eyes, and finally said lightly: "Sleep.", and lay down with his back to Song Wanzhou.

Seeing that he really fell asleep, Song Wanzhou closed the bathroom door, gently cleaned the clothes he had changed, and hung them to dry before lying on the bedside and squinting his eyes to rest for a while.

Song Jing was going to go through the discharge procedures early the next morning. Song Wanzhou thought that he had a slight concussion and should stay in the hospital for a few more days to recuperate, but he couldn't hold him back and agreed.

As soon as he got out of the hospital, Song Jing took a taxi and left without saying where he was going.

When Song Wanzhou came home, Song Mu just woke up, with toothpaste foam in his mouth, he said inarticulately, "Brother, where is the second brother? Didn't he come back with you?"

"Go out to play."

Song Mu pouted, dissatisfied: "My brother went out to look for him for so long, why did he go out to play again?! Second brother is really good or bad!"

Song Wanzhou took out the clothes that were not completely dry out of the bag, hung them on the balcony, took out fresh milk from the refrigerator and poured it on himself: "Mu Mu, mom and the others are coming back today, at noon, do you want to have a drink with me?" Brother to pick it up together?"

As soon as Song Mu heard that her mother was coming back, she hurriedly washed up, casually took a piece of toast from the refrigerator, and pushed Song Wanzhou who was drinking Song Jing's leftover porridge on the table last night, and said excitedly: "Brother, Let's go."

Song Wanzhou scratched Song Mu's little nose, and said with a light smile, "It's still early, does Mu Mu miss mother so much?"

Song Mu held the toast skin she didn't like to eat in her mouth, narrowed her eyes in a smile, held her face in both hands and shook it from side to side, and said, "That's right! Mu Mu misses her mother so much!"

The two of them went out at Song Mu's urging before ten o'clock. Before getting into the taxi, Song Wanzhou bought a bouquet of lilies at the flower shop in front of the community.

It wasn't eleven o'clock when we arrived at the airport, it was relatively early, and the airport was very boring, Song Mu couldn't sit still on the bench, and was about to slide on the ground in a while.

Song Wanzhou bought a box of Go, and shook it at her, the black and white pieces swayed in the box and made a crisp collision sound: "Brother, can you play backgammon with Mu Mu?"

After playing until 11:30, Song Wanzhou looked at the time, put away backgammon, and led Song Mu to the airport pick-up port.

Not long after, I saw the three laughing and laughing. Song Mu was held in Song Wanzhou's arms, and he yelled at Song Raoshuang: "Mom!", and then asked Song Wanzhou to put him down, and walked towards Song Raoshuang run away.

Song Raoshuang squatted on the bed, was thrown into his arms, hugged her good daughter tightly, and asked with a smile: "Let my mother take a look, is our Mu Mu getting cuter and cuter? Have you listened to my brother recently?" ?”

Song Mu kissed Song Raoshuang hard on the face, and proudly said: "Mu Mu listens to my brother the most!"

Song Wanzhou went to the back and handed the lily in his arms to Guan Zhiwen, and took the luggage from Tan Jing's hand: "Grandma, is there fun outside?"

Tan Jing unfolded the silk scarf hanging around her neck, twirled it around in front of Song Wanzhou, and said cheerfully, "It's fun. The silk scarf looks good. Grandma bought one for each of you."

Guan Zhiwen asked in a low voice, "Where is Song Jing?"

Around Song Wanzhou's neck was the silk scarf that Tan Jing gave him, and the corners of his lips curled up into a beautiful arc, and he said softly, "I went to study at a classmate's house."

This Sunday, they had to go back to school at [-] pm. Song Wanzhou didn't go out to eat with them. After escorting them to the place safely, he returned home with his luggage.After waiting for a while, before Song Jing came back, he cooked a bowl of noodles casually, and left after eating.

Not long after the evening self-study started, Wu Tao, the class teacher, suddenly came in and tapped on the blackboard to signal everyone to look up.

"Students, let me delay for a few minutes. I will be in my third year of high school soon. I specially invite a few of your seniors and sisters from Zhejiang University to tell you about their learning experience. Listen carefully. Next, let us give you a round of applause."

The students who had buried their heads in the questions raised their heads and applauded excitedly when they heard that the outstanding seniors and sisters were sharing their learning experience.

The boy who took the lead to walk in had a neat short hair, the corners of his eyebrows were like ribs, his hooked nose was straight, and he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which offset the trace of unruliness and added a bookish look. When he woke up, his eyes glowed, and he looked extremely gentle.

With slender legs, he strode onto the podium, gently picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote his name on the dark green blackboard vigorously.

"Students, hello everyone, I am Han Junjing, the senior who is three years above you."

The three people who came in behind also wrote down their names, and then said a few words briefly.

"Hi everybody, I'm..."

...

Sitting dozing off in the corner of the last row, Song Wanzhou woke up instantly when he heard the familiar name, raised his head, and looked at the man standing in front of the classroom.

He held a stack of documents in his arms, and when others were introducing themselves, they posted them on everyone's desks one by one. When someone asked him for his contact information, Han Junjing smiled and said nothing.Compared with when he was a child, his face has not changed much, and his facial features are still the same as in memory, but they have grown longer and look more three-dimensional.

It turned out that he was already in college.

Before walking to his side, Song Wanzhou quickly lowered his head, pretending to be doing homework.

A pair of well-knit hands stretched out in front of Song Wanzhou, and a man's magnetic voice came from above his head: "Primary brother, here you are."

Song Wanzhou still didn't look up, and whispered, "Thank you."

Han Junjing was curious about this junior who didn't dare to look at him, squatted on the bed to look at his hidden face, and said softly: "You look familiar, junior, have we met somewhere? My name is Han Junjing, how about you?" "

Song Wanzhou's dodging eyes met Han Junjing's elegant and docile eyes, and he said, "Song Wanzhou."

A gentle wind blew outside the window, stirring his soft hair. The freshly washed hair in the afternoon had a mint fragrance that lingered in his nose.

The squatting boy suddenly laughed, looked at Song Wanzhou unscrupulously, put his warm palm on his flustered head, and spoke softly.

"Yangyang, it really is you."

"finally found you."

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