paranoia

Song Jing stayed in the room and didn't know what he was busy with. He didn't come out all morning. Before lunch, Song Wanzhou received a call from Guan Zhiwen.

"Is Yangyang at home?"

Song Wanzhou agreed lightly: "Well, I've been back for a while."

"Have you seen Xiaojing?"

Song Wanzhou opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Well, I'm studying upstairs."

Guan Zhiwen on the other end of the phone laughed out loud, with a bit of reproach in his tone: "Yangyang failed in his studies, and actually lied to mom for your ignorant brother."

The lie was easily exposed, Song Wanzhou was a little embarrassed, and a little anxious to speak: "Mom is not, no..."

"I know that Yangyang is not bad, so you don't need to help him lie to me. Just stay at home. I might come back later today. Last night, grandma said that she was not feeling well. Today we will take her to the hospital for a check-up. Before I leave, I will tell Xiaojing Yes, take care of yourselves. I'll ask the nanny to cook for you early."

When Song Wanzhou heard that Tan Jing was not feeling well, her heart tightened and she asked what was wrong.

Guan Zhiwen only said that it was an old problem, and the test results hadn't come out yet, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he didn't need to go to the hospital. He did his homework at home, watched Song Jing, and didn't let him go out and cause trouble again.

Song Wanzhou complied and asked them to tell him something.

Guan Zhiwen heard his flustered tone, sighed lightly, and said lightly: "Yangyang, you are still just a child, don't carry things that should be your biggest concern on your shoulders, take it easy, you can be like Xiao Jing It’s not necessary to be so mature if you are ignorant occasionally, just leave some things to adults.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Wanzhou sat in front of the desk in a daze.He is used to studying in a place with plenty of light. During the day, he always opens the curtains to let the sunlight shine in. However, his direction is towards the west, and he can only see the setting sun.When the weather is good, the warm orange sun fills the whole room, which is a little regretful, but it can also calm his heart a little.

There is no wind and no sun, it is a cloudy day.

Song Wanzhou closed the window, drew the curtains, moved the eye protection lamp on the bedside table to the desk, turned it on to the maximum setting, and the faint white light was still shining on the open workbook.He let go of the unfinished homework for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the hot lampshade, and took it away after his fingertips felt hot. After waking up, he simply closed the book, stood up and went downstairs.

When passing by Song Jing's room, he accidentally found that he had not closed the door, the window was wide open, he was not doing his homework, and was lying motionless on the bed.

Song Wanzhou didn't disturb his rest, but quietly closed the door for him and went downstairs.

Before the nanny came, Song Wanzhou sat in the empty living room for a while, his heart still not calm down, his index finger was still hot, he changed his shoes and went to the garden.

The two old osmanthus trees in the corner have a slow flowering period and are old. Their shriveled trunks are entangled with each other. It is hard to tell whether it is one tree or two trees. Only when you get closer can you smell the faint fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing.

A few square meters of sunflowers were planted next to the osmanthus tree. The seeds were the ones that Song Jing held in his hand back then.There is also a sign next to it, on which are the handprints of two people painted with crayons. After a long time, the words written on it can no longer be seen clearly after being washed by the rain.

Song Wanzhou stretched out his hand to caress the mottled wooden board, and whispered the words on it: "Xiaojing loves brother forever."

The words were written by Song Kuanyu for Song Jing. He was too young to speak clearly, but he hugged Song Kuanyu's calf and insisted on adding his own next to Song Wanzhou's name.

No one came to take care of it for a long time, weeds were overgrown, the ground was covered with withered and yellow leaves, and willows were planted inadvertently to make shade. These sunflowers grew exceptionally well, probably because the yard was full of sunlight, and one was even taller than Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou squatted down and weeded the grass. The place was not big, but the grass grew luxuriantly. Although it was not heavy work, he was still sweating when he stood up. The sweat dripped on the ground and was quickly absorbed by the soil. He raised his head and exhaled heavily.

The wind picked up and blew the ends of his hair. Song Wanzhou closed his eyes to feel the cool wind taking away the heat from his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that the curtains in Song Jing's room had been drawn and were still shaking.

When the nanny came, he had just cleaned up, poured water on it, looked at the fruits of his labor, smiled with satisfaction, washed his hands and followed the nanny into the house.

Song Wanzhou had just finished working, he was more energetic, and wanted to help, but the nanny would not let him move, and pushed him upstairs to take a shower.

He took the clothes and smelled it, and it did smell of sweat, so he had to go upstairs and let her cook it and call himself.

He took a change of clothes and prepared to take a shower, but found that the bathroom door was closed. Song Wanzhou knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Is Xiaojing there?"

No one should.

After careful consideration, Song Wanzhou let go of the doorknob. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the person he called was behind him. The wet hair on his face was still steaming. The front was wet, and the young man's faint muscle lines were exposed at the neckline, and he said coldly: "Why are you calling me?"

"I thought you were in the bathroom," Song Wanzhou found a dry towel for him, "Don't catch a cold."

Song Jing refused to pick it up and let the water wet his clothes.

Song Wanzhou smiled helplessly and said, "Why is it still like when I was a child?" Then he pushed him to the bedroom and asked him to sit on the bed and wipe his hair.

Song Jing habitually closed his eyes and lowered his head, feeling Song Wanzhou's gentle movements, and was about to speak when he heard the nanny shouting from downstairs.

"Let's go, let's eat."

The two sat at the dinner table in silence, and returned to the previous state. Song Wanzhou occasionally asked him how his week was, but Song Jing either kept silent or just perfunctory.

Song Wanzhou simply kept his mouth shut, fearing that talking too many people would offend others.

After eating, Song Jing went out the door, and when he came back, his shoes were stained with mud, and he went upstairs with a package.

Song Wanzhou looked at the exercise book left by Song Jing on the tea table. The paper was brand new, and his name was not even written on the cover.He held it, but the door was not closed, so he knocked on the door anyway, and asked Song Jing who was playing games in a low voice: "Xiao Jing, do you want me to help you with your homework? I happen to be free."

Song Jing took off the headset, just said "no", and agreed again after turning a corner.

Song Wanzhou was pleasantly surprised by Song Jingsong's relaxed attitude, and brought a bench from outside to sit next to him.

He unfolded the workbook and asked him what he couldn't do. Song Jing pointed randomly, and he pointed to eleven of the twelve questions on a page.

Song Wanzhou smiled, took out a rubber band from his pocket to tie up his hair, took out a piece of white paper and spread it in front of the two of them, and the steps to solve each problem were neatly written on the paper.

He was very careful and dedicated in his lectures, even if it was Song Jing's random fingering of the basic questions, he would not say anything to blame. He only looked at the questions in his lowered eyes, and he didn't notice Song Jing's focus on his face at all.

"understand?"

Song Jing closed his eyes, said nothing, and pursed his mouth lightly.

Song Wanzhou pretended that he didn't understand, but he was too embarrassed to speak, so he said it again.

After three times, Song Jing nodded, and then took out an English test paper from his schoolbag. There was only his name on it, and he didn't do a single question. He scored zero: "I don't understand anything."

Song Wanzhou didn't ask him why he didn't take the exam, and he knew that Song Jing couldn't tell.

Tell him each question one by one, from the most basic grammar to the context, and only after seeing Song Jingjing's head will he talk about the next question. When it comes to the composition "Li Hua's Ideal", Song Jing suddenly pressed Song Wanzhou The hand gesturing on the test paper, the corner of the mouth moved slightly, swallowed, and asked, "Where do you want to go to university?"

Song Wanzhou didn't raise his head, and didn't answer, his brows were lightly drawn, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyelashes blinked slowly after a long time, as if he was thinking or escaping.

Song Jing pressed his hand hard, and asked the same question relentlessly.

Song Wanzhou smiled slightly, but the starlight in his eyes gradually dimmed: "It's in Hangzhou."

Song Jing was a little angry, and his tone was obviously upset and questioning: "Song Wanzhou, don't you want to continue studying piano? Don't you like it? Why don't you learn what you like?"

Now it was Song Wanzhou's turn to be silent. Playing the piano was just his hobby, and he might not be able to make any achievements if he continued his studies. If he moved out in the future, he would not be able to rely on it to support himself.But Song Jing insisted on finding out why, so Song Wanzhou could only give a wry smile and said, "I don't really like it either."

Song Jing didn't believe his nonsense, grabbed Song Wanzhou's wrist, stood up and looked down at him with distant eyes: "Song Wanzhou, are you tired every day?"

Feeling the pain from his wrist, he smiled warmly and faintly: "It's good."

After staring at each other for a while, the expression on Song Wanzhou's face remained unchanged. Song Jing frowned and shook off his hand, rushing out the door.

As soon as Song Jing left, Song Wanzhou slumped on a chair, his straight back slightly bent, and sat quietly for a while, annotating each question in the blank space of the test paper he left, before closing the door and going out.

Song Wanzhou called Bai Yiyu before going to bed at night, but no one answered for a long time, thinking that he might have gone to the base, so he put the phone aside and prepared to go to bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Bai Yiyu called: "Wanzhou, what's wrong?"

Song Wanzhou swallowed a sleeping pill with cold water, licked his dry lips, and asked, "Ayu, how was your dinner today? Have you met anyone?"

"See you. He still asked you."

Bai Yiyu's side was a bit noisy, the sound of typing on the keyboard mixed with the shouts of the teenagers, hitting Song Wanzhou's eardrums.

"What did you ask?"

A loud voice came from the phone, "Have a meeting!", Bai Yiyu squatted on the ground covering the phone and muttered softly, "Wanzhou, wait a minute, the captain is calling me."

Song Wanzhou said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

He didn't close the bedroom door, Song Jing didn't come back for dinner, and he didn't answer the phone. He just came back from outside now, and when he heard him closing the door, Song Wanzhou was relieved, got up and closed the door softly.

Turning on the bedside lamp, my scalded fingers stretched towards the lampshade uncontrollably, unwilling to take it away even when it was hot, I felt burning pain from my fingertips, but there was a smile in my tired eyes.