paranoia

Song Wanzhou's smile suddenly froze on his face, his eyelids drooped slightly, his hands were put on his sides in a daze, his index finger rubbed the seam of his trousers, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Song Jing, you entered my Room."

The tone is sure and stiff.

Song Jing heard his full name from Song Wanzhou for the first time, and was full of accusations.

He was not angry, but a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The hand in his trouser pocket clenched his fist, and he snapped his thumb hard, making a crisp sound. He clenched his gums, frowned, and asked again: "Song Wanzhou, answer me."

Song Wanzhou was in a bad mood last night, he forgot to lock the medicine bottle in the drawer, and just put it in the corner of the bedside table.He usually cleans the bedroom by himself, and other people will not enter without his permission, so he is not very worried about things being found.

But he never expected that Song Jing would enter his locked room while he was away, and find his sleeping pills.

Facing Song Jing's behavior of disrespecting his privacy so much, he couldn't pretend to be calm for a while, and his brows were slightly frowned, trying to suppress the troubled emotions in his heart.

Song Jing stood opposite him from afar, looking at his slightly angry and flushed face, feeling indescribable in his heart, thinking that the other party would be angry one day, and waiting for Song Wanzhou to explain clearly why he had to take medicine.

However, Song Wanzhou didn't make a sound for a long time, he kept breathing deeply to calm down, and lowered his eyes to not look at Song Jing.

In the evening, the wind blew with the heat of the ground, thick clouds piled up in the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain. The two of them didn't speak, only the cars whizzing by on the road next to them and the laughter from the community.

The two of them refused to speak first, and they didn't go back, waiting for the other to give them a reasonable explanation. They kept their original distance and stood by the side of the road in a stalemate.

'drip-drip-drip'

There was a sound of horns from behind Song Jing, and a brand new wine-red sports car stopped beside them, and then the driver's window opened, and a familiar voice came: "Yangyang! Xiaojing!"

Song Wanzhou turned around, with a smile on his face again, and greeted her: "Sister-in-law."

Song Raoshuang pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose to the top of his head, revealing a delicate face, the corners of his mouth were turned up, and his red lips were slightly parted: "What are the two little guys doing standing on the side of the road? Come up, sister-in-law will drive you back."

Then the windows of the back seat also opened. First, she stretched out a pair of small hands and waved at them. Then Song Mu, who was grinning wide, poked her head out, narrowed her eyes, and grabbed her new ball head with both hands. Show off to her two older brothers: "Brother! Second brother! Look!"

Song Wanzhou smiled, and made a thumbs up gesture to her, Song Mu immediately beckoned him to get in the car quickly, and bought some good things for him to see.

Song Jing looked at the smile on Song Wanzhou's face, glanced at his mouth, kicked away the stones on the side of the road unhappily, walked to Song Wanzhou's side, bumped him on the shoulder, and left with a sullen face.

"Xiao Jing..."

Song Wanzhou just called for someone, but didn't speak. He reached out to grab his arm, but it was opened.

Song Raoshuang blew his whistle when Song Raoshuang rushed away. Seeing the disappointment on Song Wanzhou's face, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with Xiaojing? Or is Xiaojing losing his temper again?"

Song Wanzhou turned around and twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's not his fault, it's my fault."

Song Mu who was sitting in the back pouted and said, "It must be the second brother! The elder brother can't do anything wrong."

Song Raoshuang nodded, and tapped on the steering wheel with his newly manicured hands: "You child, when did you say it was your own fault?"

Shaking his head, Song Wanzhou smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you go first, I'll go after him."

Before he left, Song Raoshuang called to him: "Leave him alone, come up quickly, there are guests at home tonight, and there is not enough manpower. I just went shopping in the supermarket. You can help me later."

Song Wanzhou glanced at Song Jing's walking figure, felt a little uncomfortable, sighed, and got into the car.

The trunk was full of food, Song Kuanyu was waiting in the parking garage, and the three of them worked together to carry the things to the courtyard.

Song Wanzhou looked at the barbecue table set up in the yard, and asked Guan Zhiwen who was trying to light a fire beside him: "Mom, are you going to have a barbecue tonight?"

Guan Zhiwen took a puff of cigarettes, coughed until his face flushed red: "Ahem, cough... Aunt Yan Jiu, who taught you how to play the piano when you were young, is coming. You go to the room and wait, and call you when she arrives."

He said he was waiting in the house, but Song Wanzhou got into the kitchen and helped them process the ingredients, cleaning the melons and fruits for the guests.

Song Mu followed behind Song Wanzhou like a little tail, and took the opportunity to tell him something interesting about last week in elementary school, and at the end it suddenly occurred to him that there was still one thing that he hadn't reported to him.

"Brother, you were away last week, and no one came to pick me up on Friday. I met a strange uncle at the gate of the elementary school. He stared at me for a long time, didn't speak, stuffed me with a bag of candies and left. gone."

Song Wanzhou paused his potato peeling hand, raised his head to look at the innocent Song Mu, and asked softly, "Mu Mu, do you want candy from a strange uncle?"

Song Mu fiddled with the toy in his hand, pouting his lips begging for praise: "Of course not, don't mess around with things belonging to strange uncles, Mu Mu remembers."

With water on his hands, Song Wanzhou asked Song Mu to find a towel, wiped his head, then rubbed Song Mu's proud little head, and sent him to the living room to play. There were many things in the kitchen, Can't take care of her.

After everything was packed, the family sat in the courtyard and chatted.

Guan Zhiwen, who had just washed his face, urged Song Kuanyu, who finally took a breath, to go to the gate of the community to see if Yan Jiu hadn't been here for a long time and lost his way.

Song Wanzhou took over Guan Zhiwen's job and stood aside to light a fire. The smoke smudged his eyes, and he couldn't stop crying. Fortunately, his grandma brought him a wet towel and covered his mouth to make him feel better.

Guan Zhiwen came over, leaned beside her, and said in a low voice, "Yangyang, Mommy asked you something, you can just say what's on your mind."

Song Wanzhou's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Guan Zhiwen had also found out, and he didn't dare to move the hand holding the coal, trying to find a suitable reason in his mind.

"Do you still want to learn piano?"

Hearing that it wasn't sleeping pills, Song Wanzhou let out a deep breath and asked her what's wrong with a smile.

Guan Zhiwen looked at Song Wanzhou who was so relaxed that he couldn't tell what he liked, and explained carefully: "This time Yan Jiu came to say goodbye to us, she got an offer, and she will go abroad for further studies at the end of this month, she asked me to ask Ask if you still want to learn from her. If you have this intention, Mom and Dad will arrange for you. It mainly depends on what you want, and we don't force you."

Song Wanzhou refused without even thinking about it: "No need, I just studied it seriously for a few years when I was a child, and now I might almost forget it, so I don't want to waste Teacher Yan's time."

"It's good to study high school here, but if you go abroad, you might not be able to keep up."

Guan Zhiwen wanted to tell him something to make him think about it again, but Song Wanzhou changed the subject and talked about the stranger Song Mu had just mentioned.

"Mom, remember to pick up Twilight from now on, she is very innocent and easily deceived."

Guan Zhiwen and the others hadn't heard about this from Song Mu before, but now that they thought about it, they were still a little scared, so they agreed repeatedly.

When Yan Jiu and her husband came, the dinner officially started.

Song Jing hasn't come down since he came home, and the others can't call him, wanting Song Wanzhou to go.

In the end, Song Wanzhou didn't go either, and said blandly, "Xiaojing should have just finished eating and isn't hungry yet. Let's prepare it for him when he's hungry."

Song Wanzhou, who has always been the most caring person, said so, and the others began to barbecue lively.

Song Wanzhou felt sick to his stomach, so he didn't eat much. He mainly baked it for the adults and took it away.

Yan Jiu drank some red wine, blushing on his face, and quietly pulled Song Wanzhou aside to ask his opinion.

Song Wanzhou smiled, but still refused.

Although it was a pity, Yan Jiu didn't say anything else, but hoped that he would think carefully.

After the venue was over and the garbage was cleaned up, Song Wanzhou dragged his exhausted body upstairs.

Song Jing closed it tightly as expected, Song Wanzhou raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, and asked the people in the room if they were hungry, and if they wanted to cook something for him, after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, sighed lightly, and put it down. hands.

He was supposed to go back to school today, but he took a leave of absence. He had to get up early tomorrow, and Song Wanzhou had to go to bed early, otherwise he would not be able to concentrate in class.

But lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep, always thinking about some irrelevant things, rubbing the body of the empty bottle, and there was an indentation on it that could not be recovered.

Just as he was about to get up to go out for a glass of milk, he heard the doorknob being twisted.

Song Jing opened the door and came in, then locked the door behind him.

Song Wanzhou frowned tightly: "Xiaojing? Where did you get the key? Are you hungry? Go out and wait, I'll go down and cook you a supper."

Song Jing approached slowly, stood by the bed, looked down at Song Wanzhou condescendingly, snatched the empty medicine bottle hidden behind him, crushed it completely, and said coldly: "No one is bothering you now, you should give an explanation Bar."

Song Wanzhou felt uncomfortable with the overly aggressive Song Jing: "Xiao Jing, what happened to you today?"

Song Jing put his hands on Song Wanzhou's thin shoulders, and said forcefully, viciously: "You don't want to say yes, I'll help you."

"Do you feel tired living with us now? You need to take care of everyone's emotions."

"Song Wanzhou, you are not a person who likes to laugh at all! The one who is silent is the real you."

"Aren't you tired of pretending to be indifferent every day?"

"Now you can't pretend anymore? It's already reached the point where you need to take medicine."

Song Jing pushed him to the bed, grabbed his hands tightly, supported him, stared at Song Wanzhou's face, not letting go of the panic that appeared on his face.

Song Wanzhou looked at the other party's eyes that seemed to be eating people, and couldn't struggle at all. The oppressive feeling on his face made him unable to control his emotions, and shouted: "Xiaojing!"

However, Song Jing was unmoved, without waiting for any explanation from Song Wanzhou, finally smiled decadently, lay on his brother's chest bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Song Wanzhou, your heart beats so slowly, it will be because of other things. Do people become violent?"

"Probably."

"Go, go wherever you want."

"Leave us alone."