paranoia

As soon as Song Wanzhou got his phone on Saturday morning, he was bombarded with text messages from Song Jing just after turning it on.

"Is school over yet?"

"Where?"

"Come back?"

...

Song Wanzhou thought he had something urgent to do, so he immediately dialed the number, and the other party connected quickly, before he could speak, his voice was a little irritable: "Song Wanzhou, why did you turn off the phone?"

"Xiao Jing, what's the matter? Just after school, the phone is with the teacher."

Song Jing paused for a second, and his tone was slightly loose: "Are you going home today?"

The corner of Song Wanzhou's mouth raised a slight smile: "Well, if I want to come back, I will come back in the afternoon and eat outside at noon."

"with who?"

Song Wanzhou heard that his voice had risen, thinking that he hadn't had time to tell him about Han Junjing, and replied softly: "Do you still remember the Han Junjing I told you about? He will pick me up later to eat with Ayu a meal."

When he was in elementary school, Song Jing had heard Han Junjing's name from Bai Yiyu, and knew about Song Wanzhou's relationship with him, but he didn't know that the two would meet again, and even made an appointment for today's dinner.

"Don't go."

Song Wanzhou had never heard such a blunt tone from his younger brother, so he was anxious and asked, "Xiaojing, what's the matter?"

"Song Wanzhou, I said I won't let you go."

Song Wanzhou only thought that his child had lost his temper and didn't care. He said in relief, "Is there no one at home? I'll be back after dinner."

"Doo-doo-doo"

Song Jing didn't give him any chance to ask questions, so he hung up the phone directly, looked at the black screen interface, sighed softly, took out the note with Han Junjing's phone number, and called him.

The voice of Han Junjing and the wind and rain came to Song Wanzhou's ears along the network cable, a little distorted but still so gentle, like willow leaves blown by the breeze, making shallow waves on the water surface without lightness or itching.

Song Wanzhou stood in the corridor, looking at the pots of succulents that he had brought from home on the balcony. He usually didn’t have much time to cook them, so he just drenched the soil when it was rainy. Extraordinarily good, crisp and strong upward growth.

Song Wanzhou hesitated and said, "Have you gone out yet?"

Han Junjing on the other end of the phone thought he had been waiting for a long time, and explained: "It's almost there, wait a little longer."

Song Wanzhou dug in the seams of the tiles, and the irregular cement grains were dunked by him: "No...not..."

Listening to the hesitant voice of the other party, Han Junjing continued to ask: "Is there something you want me to bring?"

"Xiao Han... Brother Xiao Han, don't come to pick me up today."

Song Wanzhou managed to call out that title coyly, but the other party stopped talking.

The phone was not hung up, he could hear Han Junjing's even and powerful breathing, and it took him a long time to say: "Yangyang doesn't want to see me?"

Song Wanzhou thought about Song Jing's tone just now, and wondered: "No, it's my younger brother. He is anxious to call me back. I'm worried about him."

Han Junjing paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Yangyang, I am also very anxious to call you, I want to see you."

Song Wanzhou didn't know how to reject people, let alone Han Junjing. Feeling guilty, he quickly explained: "Brother Xiao Han, I'm sorry, I don't worry about him being alone at home. How about I treat you tomorrow? Please go out for dinner alone .”

Han Junjing's heavy breath fell on Song Wanzhou's ears, but he finally let go and said regretfully, "Then remember to call me tomorrow when you are free."

After Song Wanzhou hung up the phone, he teased the fleshy tender tips twice, and smiled helplessly at them: "It's really free."

When he entered the dormitory, Bai Yiyu was still sleeping, lying carelessly on the bed, his restless head came out from the gap in the iron guardrail, his white legs were hanging in the air, sleeping on his side pressed his chest, and his breathing was a little short of breath. .

Song Wanzhou protected Bai Yiyu's head and pushed him in without any surprise, then tugged his ears clockwise, and said softly, "Ah Yu got up."

Bai Yiyu felt itchy, as if a feather had scratched the soles of his feet, frowned, moved his ears, groaned twice, rubbed his swollen eyelids, opened his eyes with difficulty and said, "Wan Zhou, don't you still eat? Is it early? I'm so sleepy."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes tightly again and lay on his side facing the edge of the bed.

Song Wanzhou turned him over, lay face up on the bed, patted his red-stained face on the mat, and said softly, "Ayu, I can't go to eat anymore, Xiaojing looks for it."

Bai Yiyu suddenly woke up from a doze, sat up from the bed suddenly, stared at her misty eyes, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is Xiaojing looking for you again? If you don't go to eat, what should I do? I I’ve been eating a big meal in my dreams all night!” After finishing speaking, he stuck out his tongue and rubbed around his darkened lips.

He himself didn't feel anything unusual, but Song Wanzhou, who was standing by the bed, was a little anxious seeing his appearance, quickly poured a glass of warm water from a thermos, and familiarly found the medicine he usually took from Bai Yiyu's schoolbag, and poured it Put two in the palm of his hand to make him open his mouth, feed them in, and take another sip of water. After watching him swallow them all, he felt relieved and asked, "Ah Yu, do you want to eat?"

Bai Yiyu had difficulty taking the medicine. His esophagus was narrow, and the capsules tended to stick. He felt a little uncomfortable. He drank all the water Song Wanzhou had left, and sat quietly on the bed with his head up.

Song Wanzhou didn't go anywhere. After waiting for a few minutes, he was relieved when Bai Yiyu's face softened, and went to get him another glass of water.

"I seem to be a little hungry." Bai Yiyu stretched into his pajamas, rubbed his withered stomach, and yawned, "I don't know if he still remembers me. Then give me the phone number, and I will contact him myself. If you want to see me, you have to eat."

Song Wanzhou entered Han Junjing's phone number into Bai Yiyu's phone, and handed it to him after noting the name.

Bai Yiyu sat on the edge of the bed, dangling her white legs, took the phone, passed the number in her mouth, raised her eyes and asked, "Then how do you go back? If you're not in a hurry, I'll see you off."

"No need," Song Wanzhou put his homework into his schoolbag, and also packed two bags of candy Bai Yiyu brought him, "I'll take a taxi back later."

Bai Yiyu scratched her curly hair, and went to wash up at Song Wanzhou's urging.

After tidying up, the two separated at the school gate. Before getting into the car, Song Wanzhou told Bai Yiyu to slow down, and asked him to see Han Junjing to say hello and explain to him.

Bai Yiyu complied, raised his right hand to his ear, and imitated the scenes of heroes waving goodbye in European and American movies, waving at him at a 45° angle in a dignified manner, and said in a confident voice: "I promise to complete the task."

Before arriving home, Song Wanzhou specially sent a text message to Song Jing, telling him that he was coming soon.

Song Jing didn't return.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Song Jing's immature but mature voice from the sofa: "I'm hungry, I want to eat noodles."

Song Jingkeo sat on the sofa facing the hallway, with his mobile phone on the coffee table, staring straight at Song Wanzhou who was changing his shoes, like a baby who is observing whether the prey will escape for the first time. Lion, dangerous and impatiently lurking.

Song Wanzhou came closer, put down his schoolbag, and asked, "Where are Mom and the others?"

"not here."

Although Song Jing's tone was not very gentle, it was better than the unfamiliarity and isolation some time ago. Song Wanzhou smiled uncontrollably and sat beside him.

After Song Wanzhou stopped talking, the air suddenly became quiet, and Song Jing said again: "I'm hungry."

Song Wanzhou looked up at the clock which was just before ten o'clock, and asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

Song Jing tightened his stomach and pulled his clothes slightly: "I didn't eat."

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to get up to cook noodles for him, open the refrigerator, and found that there was no cooked beef, poked his head out and asked, "Xiaojing, is Yangchun noodles okay? There is no beef at home."

"Ah."

Song Jing stood at the door of the kitchen, watching his brother busy up and down for him, frying eggs, seasoning, and watching that the eggs in the pot were not too old, he would not eat them.

After it was cooked, he stretched out his hand to serve it himself, but Song Wanzhou hurriedly called to him: "It's hot." Then he took the noodle bowl out without wearing gloves.

There are not many people in the family who love to eat noodles, Song Jing is one of them, and the noodles left in the cupboard are only enough for one person, and they all fall into Song Jing's bowl.

Just as Song Jing picked up the first chopsticks, Song Wanzhou sat down next to him and looked at him: "Is it delicious?"

Song Jing didn't answer, looking at the empty table in front of Song Wanzhou, stood up and took an empty bowl from the kitchen, picked out half of it and said, "I can't finish it."

Song Wanzhou punctured the runny eggs he picked up in the bowl, half of them for each person.

Halfway through eating, Song Jing suddenly stopped his chopsticks and asked, "When did Han Junjing come to see you?"

Song Wanzhou told Song Jing what happened that night again, Song Jing didn't say a word during the whole process, but his brows raised gradually.

Song Jing fiddled with the runny eggs in the bowl, observing Song Wanzhou's expression calmly: "Then you want to go?"

Song Wanzhou speaks gracefully, and eats even more gracefully. There are only a few noodles in a chopstick. He has to divide them several times before wrapping them in his mouth, and then chewing slowly for a long time before swallowing them.

"Where are you going?"

The corner of Song Wanzhou's mouth was stained with sauce, without realizing it, Song Wanzhou tilted his head and couldn't see it, and awkwardly pulled a piece of paper for him, and asked him to continue without explaining what he was asked to do.

"Are you going to follow him?"

Song Wanzhou smiled and shook his head: "I won't leave."

Song Jing asked him why, and it was obvious that Han Junjing was his former partner and could bring him back to his former relatives and friends.

"Xiaojing, the past is over. Mom and Dad are very kind to me, and you are to me too. You have kindness to me. Whether you like it or not, I will stay and repay the kindness."

Song Jing put down his chopsticks heavily, and said coldly, "No, I'm not good to you."

Looking at Song Jing's indifferent back, Song Wanzhou didn't understand what he said that touched the minefield of adolescents again, and the brotherhood that had finally broken through the ice fell to the freezing point as he turned around.

Song Wanzhou ate the remaining noodles in Song Jing's bowl, put the bowl and chopsticks away into the sink, and laughed at himself, "How could it be unnecessary?"