paranoia

The effect of the sleeping pill didn't last for too long, and taking just one pill was a bit little for Song Wanzhou who had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. He managed to sleep for an hour or two, and woke up again in the early morning.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze, my whole body was exhausted, but my mind was very energetic. I wanted to take another pill and continue to fall asleep, but found that the medicine bottle was empty.Sighing, Song Wanzhou sat up, changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes, and prepared to go for a walk in the yard as usual.

The door of Song Jing's bedroom was not closed. Song Wanzhou glanced in through the moonlight outside the window, saw the quilt kicked to the ground by him, walked in softly, picked up the quilt, and covered it carefully on the curled up body. on Song Jing.

Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing who still liked to sleep on his side like when he was a child, and had to hold something in his arms to fall asleep. He couldn't help but smile dotingly on his mouth. Sure enough, Song Jing was still that cute younger brother.

He just squatted on the ground and looked at his sleeping brother with his head tilted. The brows that were usually frowned were relaxed, and his facial features looked softer, as if he was having a sweet dream. His mouth opened and closed and murmured silently.

Song Wanzhou subconsciously brushed away the broken hair sticking to his face for him, remembering that Song Jing was more dependent on himself when he was a child, and wanted to be together when he was sleeping, obviously it would be good to just say it, but he always had to give his behavior a reason Tag of.

What a tsundere.

Smiling in relief, she really couldn't feel the slightest dislike towards Song Jing, no matter how dependent, or loathed he was towards him.

After Song Wanzhou sat on the ground for a while, he walked out of Song Jing's bedroom lightly, closed the door, and turned to meet Song Mu who was up at night.

Song Mu rubbed her sleepy eyes, watching her elder brother come out of the second brother's room, Tong Yan Wuji asked in a low voice: "Brother, why did you come out of the second brother's room? Did you sleep together?"

"Just passing by, go to sleep." Song Wanzhou rubbed Song Mu's messy sleeping hair, brought her back to her own bedroom, said good night, and went out.

In order not to wake up the rest of the family, he didn't turn on the light, and groped to sit on the rocking chair in the garden under the faint moonlight. With a little effort, his bare feet swayed with the rocking chair.

There was a large temperature difference between day and night, and at night a cool breeze blew into Song Wanzhou's thin clothes. The corners of his mouth had a comfortable arc, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the quiet time that belonged to him alone.

A barking sound from a dog in the distance woke him up, who had fallen asleep unconsciously. He covered his mouth and yawned before slowly getting off the rocking chair.

Passing by the sunflower field, I felt something changed. Looking back, I found that the board seemed to have been replaced by a bigger one.It was dark at night and it was hard to see what was changed. Song Wanzhou touched along the card, chuckled, rinsed his feet with cold water, dried them with the towel hanging next to him, and entered the house.

Without looking at what time it is, she lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and silently said to herself, "Good night."

The next day, Song Wanzhou was the first to wake up as usual, followed the nanny to arrange breakfast, and went upstairs to call Song Jing who was lying in bed after everyone else had taken their seats.

Knocking on his bedroom door, Song Wanzhou didn't go to the bathroom until he heard the dull sound of heavy objects being thrown on the door, and adjusted the water temperature for him.

After Song Jing took a long time to take a shower, the others had already eaten and went to their own things.

Seeing Song Jing go downstairs, Song Wanzhou, who was chatting with Song Kuanyu, stood up, walked to the dining table, touched Song Jing's porridge bowl with the back of his hand, it was a bit cold, and took it to the kitchen to change it for him.

Song Jing sat on the stool, rubbed his dizzy temples, and ate the breakfast left on the table.

Song Wanzhou brought the already hot porridge, and was about to shake his hand, but was grabbed by the stinky Song Jing.

Looking at the scar on his index finger, Song Jing frowned, swallowed the bun he was chewing, and asked coldly, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Rubbing the bright red scar on his index finger with his thumb, Song Wanzhou smiled gently and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally burned it."

Song Jing picked up the bowl and took a sip. It was warm and not hot, and he raised it and said, "How did you do it?"

Song Wanzhou couldn't find a suitable excuse, so he could only perfunctory: "It's been a long time, it's nothing, eat quickly, or it will be cold again later."

Song Jing didn't ask any more questions about Song Wanzhou's deliberate concealment, but felt that his mouth was tasteless, and the steamed buns that he ate just now became unpalatable, he chewed them twice and spit them out on the plate.

With a bad complexion, he followed Song Wanzhou upstairs.

Song Wanzhou lowered his head and was sending a message to Bai Yiyu. Before dinner, he called to ask if he was free in the morning. He went out to have a cup of milk tea, just to make up for the last meal.

Put away the phone, just turned around and saw Song Jing standing behind him with a sullen face.

Song Wanzhou always had a faint smile on his face, it was hard to tell whether it was sincerity or alienation, and his words were always polite and appropriate, taking care of everyone's feelings: "Xiaojing, I'm going out later, what do you want? Food? I'll bring it back for you in the afternoon."

Song Jing and his brother looked at each other, and asked impatiently, "Where are you going?"

"Go out to eat, and I won't be back at noon. I have already told my mother and others."

Hearing that Song Wanzhou was going out for dinner, the word "Han Junjing" instantly appeared in Song Jing's mind, and he frowned even more, asking, "With whom?", he grabbed Song Wanzhou's wrist and snatched away his hand. cell phone.

Seeing that he was chatting with Bai Yiyu, his expression softened slightly, but his thin lips were still tightly pressed together.

"What's the matter? Ah Yu just paid his salary and said he would treat me to a meal."

"It's nothing." Song Jing let go of Song Wanzhou's already red wrist, returned the phone to him, and walked forward uncomfortably, "Come back after dinner, I want to eat siu mai."

Song Wanzhou came down and asked him which restaurant he wanted, and whether it was the siu mai from the time-honored restaurant he ate before.

Song Jing couldn't remember which one it was, so he just said nonsense, nodded casually, and closed the bedroom door.

Playing the game didn't feel good, and he lost several times. Song Jing was a little angry, and went straight out of the lobby, throwing the mic on the table.

Seeing the English test paper he took out from his schoolbag yesterday, picked it up and unfolded it, looking at the densely written annotations on it, Song Jing bit his lower lip lightly, folded it twice and put it away.

Go to the stairs and shout down: "Song Wanzhou is gone?"

Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen were watching TV on the sofa. Hearing this, he frowned and said unkindly, "That's your brother!"

Guan Zhiwen comforted the angry Song Kuanyu, and softly answered her son's question: "I just left, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Song Jing paced to the door of Song Wanzhou's bedroom, took out the backup key from his trouser pocket, skillfully opened the double-turn door, walked into his bedroom, and locked it.

The layout was as usual, Song Jing stretched out his hand from the textbooks spread out on the desk to the neatly made sheets, pursed his lips lightly, and lay flat on the bed full of Song Wanzhou's life.

He picked up the two pillows that Song Wanzhou had slept on at the head of the bed, hugged one in his arms, pressed the other hard on his face, breathed heavily the smell that didn't belong to him, and whispered softly the title buried in his heart: " Brother... brother..."

He kept it warm for a while, until his nose became hot and his body changed. He suddenly threw away the pillow in his hand, showing disgust on his face.

Song Jing looked at the wrinkled pillow that had been trampled by him, and cursed secretly: "Pervert."

Standing up from the bed in a hurry, he was too flustered and bumped into the bedside table.

'patta'

The white medicine bottle hidden in the corner was knocked to the ground and rolled to Song Jing's feet.

He bent down to pick it up, and the large characters of 'Lorazepam' stung his eyes.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and checked its function online.

Lorazepam: Indicated for the short-term treatment of anxiety symptoms and anxiety associated with depressive symptoms.

Song Jing unscrewed the bottle, and there was no unfinished tablet except for the dry bag still shaking.

My heart was on fire, and I squeezed the bottle tightly until it collapsed. I couldn't help but think, is Song Wanzhou so aggrieved when he stays in the Song family? !It has reached the point where it needs to take sleeping pills to relieve it.

He called Song Wanzhou directly and asked where he was.

Song Wanzhou's gentle voice rang beside his ears in an unhurried manner: "I just saw Ah Yu, what's wrong with Xiaojing?"

The tone is relaxed and joyful, an emotion that can only be felt when getting along with others.

Song Jing put down his veined hand decadently, hung up the phone without saying anything, stood facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the room for a long time, restored everything to its original state, opened the door and walked out.

"Second brother, why are you in the elder brother's room?"

A crisp voice sounded in the corridor, like a basin of cold water being poured on Song Jing's body. He suddenly woke up, his face changed suddenly, and he walked straight forward, ignoring Song Mu who kept asking questions behind him.

Looking at the second brother with a stinky face, Song Mu curled his lips and said, "Eldest brother went to the second brother's room last night and didn't tell Mu Mu. Now that the second brother goes to the eldest brother's room, he still doesn't tell Mu Mu. Are you both the same?" Don't like me anymore!"

Song Jing stood still, turned around and grabbed Song Mu's shoulder: "What did you just say?"

Song Mu unhappily opened Song Jing's hand, rubbed his sore shoulder, turned his head and muttered: "Second brother, can't you be gentle!"

Song Jing squatted on the bed to apologize to her and asked her to repeat what she just said.

"I said! Big brother went to your room last night. I saw it. I thought you were sleeping together. Big brother didn't tell me what to do after he came out." Song Mu pouted, her eyes turned round and round, " Second brother, don't tell Mu Mu when you go to the eldest brother's room!"

Song Jing continued to ask: "Last night? When?"

"It was late at that time, and I got up to go to the toilet."

Song Jing walked outside the door of his room, groping in his heart what Song Mu said just now, thinking of the dream he had last night, and the familiar touch on his face in a trance, his heart felt hot, he grabbed his phone and went out: "I won't be back at noon."

Song Kuanyu's angry voice sounded behind him: "Professor Guan, look at your son's attitude, it's getting worse and worse now!"

"Mr. Song, isn't it your son?!"