paranoia

Song Jing tightly squeezed Song Wanzhou's wrist, and dragged him into the crowd with strides. He didn't let go until he couldn't see the storefront, let alone Han Junjing, and put his hands in his pockets.

Song Wanzhou rubbed his sore wrist, his eyes were full of doubts, and he asked him gently what was wrong.

Song Jingjian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he closed his mouth immediately before turning around, and walked towards the bus stop.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Wanzhou immediately ran after him, following him, paying special attention to the expression on his face.

He doesn't chase people away, doesn't curse people, just doesn't talk, his face is livid and he just walks forward. Looking at him, Song Wanzhou thought that Song Jing was throwing a tantrum with him, maybe he provoked the other party somewhere. , sighed, and got on the bus home with him.

After getting in the car, Song Jing walked back without any pause, sat in the penultimate row by the window, and looked out the window with his head tilted.

Song Wanzhou apologized to the master, and checked in for the two of them. He was going to sit in the last row behind his younger brother, but when he saw Song Jingzheng and the back of his head in an awkward position, he smiled silently, and went back to Stand up in the back row and sit down next to Song Jing.

"Since Xiaojing doesn't refuse, then brother will sit here."

Song Jing still turned his head away from him.

Even if he didn't know exactly what angered the other party, caused him to sulk, and suddenly became angry, the first task was to coax the person well.

Song Wanzhou was lying on the front seat, with his face tilted towards Song Jing's direction, full of smiles, his shoulder-length hair rippling in the air following his swaying movements, and at the same time tickling Song Jing's restless heart.

Seeing Song Jing's even worse expression when talking about Han Junjing, Song Wanzhou understood what was going on, changed his words, and began to tell him the interesting story Bai Yiyu told him.

Sure enough, as long as Han Junjing was not mentioned, Song Jing would turn his head to signal him that there was someone sitting in the front row and tell him not to lie down.

Song Wanzhou would not ask why Song Jing didn't like Han Junjing, he had his own ideas, and he couldn't force him to accept Han Junjing just because he was his friend.

There were not many people on the bus, and it was uncomfortable to sit in the back seat after a slight bump, especially since Song Wanzhou had just eaten and almost vomited the food in his stomach after shaking it twice.

Song Jing quietly opened the car window, but just passed by a garbage truck singing nursery rhymes, he closed the window immediately, and opened it slowly after guessing that it was smelly outside.

A series of small actions were seen by Song Wanzhou, who saw through them without revealing them, and enjoyed his brother's rare caring.

The wind came in through the open car window, spread it on Song Wanzhou's upturned face, pulled his bangs on his forehead, and flew back with his hair.

Song Wanzhou's eyes were filled with a soft light, as if a smile could overflow, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and sitting next to his brother, he caught a glimpse of him sneaking glances at him from time to time, and then turned his head away immediately, trying not to let himself laugh out loud , Simply close your eyes and pretend to sleep.

The chair on the bus was very hard, which made my neck sore and my eyelids twitched uncontrollably. When Song Wanzhou was about to put it on, he felt Song Jing's cold hands holding his head against his straight shoulders. .

Song Wanzhou secretly rejoiced that his younger brother had grown up and knew how to take care of others. Since they were about the same height, he tilted his head awkwardly to lean on Song Jing's arrowhead.

When he heard that there were still two stations to arrive, Song Wanzhou slowly opened his eyes, pretended to just wake up, stretched his arms slightly, and asked softly, "Did I sleep on Xiaojing just now?" ?”

Song Jing looked out the window and said coldly: "No." However, the tips of his ears turned red.

Looking at the familiar street, Song Wanzhou asked, "Did you come out after lunch?"

"Eat."

Song Jing naturally didn't eat, but insisted on getting into an awkward situation with his brother, his stomach couldn't take it anymore, so he anxiously answered for him.With a grunt, Song Wanzhou smiled slightly and stood up: "Let's go, let's eat."

Song Wanzhou rang the bell, walked in front, and called Song Jing softly.

Although Song Jing had a bad face, he still got out of the car with him.

He raised his hand to check the time, it was already past three o'clock, it was an awkward meal time.Those who had lunch left early, and dinner was a bit too early. Business was quiet in the afternoon. Most shops were closed and went back to take a nap before preparing dinner. Not many shops on both sides of the street were still open.

Song Wanzhou asked "Are you hungry?", but still got a cold "Not hungry."

He smiled, and led Song Jing to turn left and right in the streets and alleys, and came to the small shop they liked to go to when they were young.

The small shop is built by a pushcart. The owner is a resident of the same community as them. After retirement, he has nothing to do. His wife leaves early, and his children and grandchildren are not around. I was bored, so I came up with the idea of ​​finding something to do to pass the time.

Originally it only sold breakfast, but later because the business was so good, it was open all day to take care of regular customers.

The things that are sold are homemade by the old lady herself. They are not expensive, even cheap. They are all fresh ingredients that she picked up when she went to the supermarket early in the morning, and paid a lot of money, just to chat with the neighbors when eating. a few words.After a long time, everyone is used to sitting together in front of the old lady's booth to eat some small mouthfuls, drink some soy milk, and mainly have a place to get together and chat.

When there were more people taking care of the business, the stools on the stalls were not enough, so they simply took down a shop at the corner of the street, where everyone complained when they were not doing business.

There was a huge parasol at the door, and the old lady was lying on the grandfather's chair at the door, dozing off unsteadily.

Song Wanzhou approached the squatting bed, held the old lady's strong old hand, and shouted with a smile, "Grandma, get up and start business."

The old lady didn't fall asleep at all, she saw Song Wanzhou and his younger brother a long time ago, she held Song Wanzhou behind her back with her gentle hand, and patted on it: "Which kid is this coming to eat so late?"

Song Wanzhou nodded, brushed his broken hair behind his ears, and smiled brightly at the old lady: "Grandma, it's me."

The old lady rubbed her heavy eyelids, picked up the presbyopic glasses at the table and put them on, and after a closer look, she found that it was a familiar face she hadn't seen for a long time. She was pleasantly surprised: "This is our Yangyang! How tall is it? My brother is here where?"

Song Wanzhou moved to the side, revealing Song Jing's face: "It's in the back. Xiao Jing hasn't had lunch yet, so he wanted to eat a bowl of tofu nao, and then eat a piece of siu mai that grandma made with your own hands. "

"Our Yangyang is good at coaxing people." The old lady took off the blanket on her lap, stood up from the grand teacher's chair, rubbed Song Wanzhou's head, put him on and walked inside, "Outside the sun , just sit inside and wait, and chat with my old lady by the way, grandma will serve you two snacks right away, it’s absolutely hot.”

The old lady asked about Tan Jing's recent situation, and when she heard that she was feeling unwell, she sighed and said with a smile: "Old people are like this, Yang Yang, don't worry too much."

Song Wanzhou responded and took the hot tofu nao she handed over.

One portion is sweet, the other portion is salty, as usual, Song Jing doesn't like sugar, so the big salty portion is naturally his.

Song Jing saw that his brother kept stirring the tofu with a spoon, and stopped feeding it after a bite or two. It seemed that he was already full and couldn't eat any more, so he insisted on staying with him.

He finished his own bowl in two or three strokes, then grabbed Song Wanzhou's bowl and said, "I'm not full."

Song Wanzhou hastily pulled a paper towel and put it under the spoon, looked at the unsightly tofu nao in his bowl, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, I just stirred up the white sugar. Xiaojing, I'll give you another bowl Bar?"

"No, that's it."

Song Jing picked up the bowl and poured it directly into his mouth, rolling his tongue for fear of tasting the sweetness.When he put down the bowl, all the tofu nao with some saliva on Song Wanzhou slipped into his stomach.

The old lady waited until the bowls of the two had bottomed out before bringing out the fragrant siu mai from the steamer. The taste in memory made Song Wanzhou salivate. He was taken away by Song Jing.

Didn't eat half of it.

Song Wanzhou looked at his devouring appearance, and thought he was not full, so when he was paying the bill, he asked the old lady for a sprout bag, which he packed for Song Jing to eat on the way.

The two of them chatted with the old lady for a while in the store, mainly because Song Wanzhou was paying attention to the old lady's body, while Song Jing was sitting on the sidelines listening to the song.

When we were walking home, the setting sun was just setting, the sky was full of red clouds, and the orange light spread on the road and shone on people, adding a touch of warmth and comfort.

Song Jingyuan was walking behind Song Wanzhou with his bag in his pocket, looking at his brother's thin figure in the setting sun, he recalled the bad things in his mind.

Song Wanzhou walked up to him and said with a smile, "I still want to walk side by side with Xiaojing."

He smiled so contentedly that even the pool of water in his eyes rippled, perhaps because he hadn't been able to walk home with Song Jing so comfortably for a long time, he tilted his head and wanted to spend more time with his brother. Say a few words.

The greetings of the elders to their children are naturally unconventional. After asking questions, they began to ask about Song Jing's study situation. Remembering the English test paper he didn't do a single question last time, Song Wanzhou was inexplicably worried, thinking to himself whether his brother was It's not that I'm too far away from myself, so my studies are left behind.

In fact, Song Jing's grades are still above average in their school, and he is usually busy with playing a band, so he can take it back for work if he can cope with it during the exam.The English test paper that Song Wanzhou saw, on the day of the test, Song Jing happened to have something to do, so he asked for leave and didn't go, but Song Wanzhou didn't know about it.

Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing's plain face, and tentatively asked softly, "Then brother will come back to make up lessons for you on weekends?"

Song Jing didn't rush to agree. He raised his eyes and asked the people beside him, "Aren't you going anywhere?"

Song Wanzhou nodded: "Well, where can brother go? If I want to give you extra lessons, I don't even want to go out."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Jing turned his head away, the corners of his mouth still raised, and deliberately slowed down, not wanting to be discovered.

Song Wanzhou walked in front, turned around and saw that Song Jing hadn't followed, stood there and shouted, waiting for him.

The ball of wool that Song Jing had been pressing on his heart suddenly rolled out and entangled him continuously, making him upset.

"Song Wanzhou!"

Song Wanzhou hadn't been surprised at him calling him by his name when he suddenly got up, and still smiled: "Huh?"

Song Jing couldn't resist Song Wanzhou's smiling face, he paused, and his words were full of pressing questions: "Are you taking sleeping pills?"