paranoia

It started to rain lightly again in Hangzhou, and the patter started before dawn.When people wake up in the morning, they find that the whole city is covered in drizzle and mist, adding a bit of idleness, making people forget that today is Monday, and the comfortable temperature is really suitable for snoozing for a while.

Last night was rather stuffy, and Song Jing hugged and fell asleep. His brother's body temperature was high, and he covered his head with sweat, and he woke up in the middle of the night and opened the window.In the morning, the cool wind came in, lifted the curtains, and blew on the two people who were hugging each other tightly.

Song Jing woke up before it rained, rolled up the quilt for Song Jing, looked at the spit-out Jinger outside the window, stepped on the corner to turn off the alarm clock that Song Wanzhou set last night, and then quietly waited for him to stay in bed rarely brother opened his eyes.Perhaps it was because of the cooling down, Song Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, he let out a few whispers like a kitten, and began to arch toward the heat source, feeling the temperature from his face before slowly calming down.

"Aqiu~"

Song Wanzhou's nose itched, and he was awakened by his own sneezing. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already bright outside, the rain was getting heavier, and the droplets were falling down the window in streams.He quickly sat up, with tears in his eyes from yawning. When he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was dry and sore, and his words were a little hoarse.

"Morning, Xiaojing, what time is it? The alarm clock hasn't sounded yet."

Song Jing also pretended to have just woken up, and threw the alarm clock by the bedside to Song Wanzhou who was a little dazed and still out of state.

The dizziness swelled, the eyelids felt heavy, and the whole person was in a state of falling asleep again, but when he took the alarm clock and took a closer look, all the drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he got out of bed quickly.

"Xiaojing, hurry up, get up, it's already past seven o'clock, and the morning self-study has started for a while, if you delay for a few more minutes, you will be late for the first lecture in the morning."

Song Jing sat up unhurriedly, looked at Song Wanzhou who had started to fold the quilt in a panic, and said, "Brother, you have a cold."

"No...cough cough cough"

Song Wanzhou's denial was interrupted by his own cough before he could utter a word. He touched his jaw, his tonsils were a little swollen, and even swallowing saliva hurt a little. They were all red, and they beat their chests in an attempt to relieve the symptoms.

In the end, it was Song Jing who went downstairs and brought up a cup of warm water. While patting Song Wanzhou's back, he slowly fed the water into his mouth.

Seeing the redness on Song Wanzhou's face gradually fade, Song Jing put the cup aside and asked, "Is it better?"

"It's much better, thank you Xiaojing."

Song Jing continued: "Brother, do you want to go to the hospital first? It's just that it doesn't matter if you don't go to school in the morning."

Song Wanzhou looked up and blamed: "Brother will be in his third year of high school next year, so there is no delay. Xiaojing himself can't delay, you are almost in the third year of junior high school, you should study hard, you know? Come back on weekends to make up for your lessons."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Song Jing didn't say anything, just said 'oh', and then changed his clothes in front of Song Wanzhou.

Originally, it was not unusual for Song Jing to change clothes in front of him. Even when he was a child, he used to bathe Song Jing. It seems that when he grew up, he loved to compare. Seeing that Song Jing was obviously better than himself and had a close-fitting body. Song Wanzhou turned his head in embarrassment, waiting for him to change into boxers before turning back.

"Xiao Jing, it's cooling down today. Will it be cold if you wear short sleeves? Does your school have thick clothes? Do you want to bring two long sleeves and a coat?"

Song Jing looked at the white and black outfit on his body, and didn't think it was too cold, but he still brought the satchel and put it in front of Song Wanzhou: "I don't know how to pack things, brother will pack them for me."

"Why is Xiao Jing still as confused as when he was a child?" Song Wanzhou was like an old grandmother, constantly filling Song Jing's backpack with clothes, and chanting that he must pay attention to the temperature and temperature at school. A cold, let him take care of himself, don't catch a cold.

Song Jing didn't feel itchy ears. Anyway, when Song Wanzhou said something, he responded "Oh, I see." When he saw that the schoolbag was no longer full and Song Wanzhou still had to put it in, he said slowly: "It seems to be already 07:30."

Sure enough, Song Wanzhou's speed became faster, and he kept urging Song Jing to wash up quickly. After tidying up for him, he went back to his room to change clothes.

Song Jing didn't go to wash up, and followed Song Wanzhou to his bedroom with a faint smile on his face, sat on the bed and stared at the back who was rummaging through the closet, and asked, "Did you still have nightmares last night?"

"No, slept well."

Song Wanzhou took off his pajamas, revealing his white and thin back. There was a slender scar on his waist, which couldn't be seen at first glance, but the flesh-colored trace could be seen clearly only when he looked closely.

Song Jing stretched out his hand to hold Song Wanzhou's waist, and kept rubbing the scar. He didn't stop until his fingertips became hot and the scar turned red. He lowered his eyelids, and his face was not very good: "This..."

Song Wanzhou smiled, took Song Jing's hand away, put on his clothes, rubbed his brother's short hair, and said softly: "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore, I didn't think it would leave a scar, You can't tell anyway, so don't worry about Xiaojing."

This scar was not caused in the orphanage, it was when Song Wanzhou first came to the Song family, Song Jing was not very sensible, and the sharp corner of the discarded toy brushed and left a bloody gash, Song Wanzhou naturally couldn't bear it. I will take it to heart, no one said it, and when he saw it again, it had already left a mark.

He looked at the gradually frowning eyebrows on Song Jing's face, and quickly held his younger brother's fingers that were still frozen in the air. He didn't mean to blame him, but simply wanted to change the subject: "Look, Xiaojing, brother really slept well last night. Too familiar, my hair is messy when I wake up in the morning, can you help me comb it?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Song Wanzhou took out a wooden comb from the drawer and handed it to Song Jing, who was pursing his lips, and brought him to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, with the corners of his mouth raised, indicating that he could start.

The tassels hanging on the wooden comb were part of the blessing bag that Song Wanzhou bought to celebrate Song Wanzhou’s education and travel to Tibet the year before last. Giving it to Song Jing, and leaving tassels to hang on the comb, it can be regarded as a bit of blessing.

Originally thought that both of them were standing, and Song Jing would be difficult to operate because of his height, but unexpectedly, his younger brother was a section taller than him unknowingly, so he couldn't help but joke a few words: "Xiao Jing is growing so fast now , will you be half a head taller than your brother in two days?"

Song Jing pinched the wooden comb, looked at the two people who were not much different in height in the mirror: "It's not enough."

Song Wanzhou always had a faint smile on his face, and it was convenient to find a bench to sit on: "Then brother should drink more milk, otherwise brother will overtake you."

"No way," Song Jing was afraid of hurting him, so he pressed down on the root of the hair and sorted out the knotted ends of the hair a little bit, and then slowly held each strand in his hand, put down the wooden comb, and used his fingers Shutting through the hair non-stop, obsessed with the softness of Song Wanzhou's hair, "Do you want to tie it up?"

Song Jing bent down, pressed Song Wanzhou's face sideways, looked at the two people in the mirror, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Didn't my brother say he wanted short hair when he was young? Why did he grow long hair again?"

Before Song Wanzhou could answer, Song Jing suddenly smiled again, his fingertips wrapped around his hair, and his eyes fell on Song Wanzhou's lips: "It's good, I like elder brother with long hair."

"It's just a pity."

"What's the matter?" Song Wanzhou was also confused by Song Jing, his face was too close, and he could feel the fluff on the other's face.

"It's nothing." Song Jing withdrew his gaze, and stood up for Song Wanzhou on his own initiative, "Okay."

Song Wanzhou looked at the visibly refreshed look in the mirror, said thank you, and then urged Song Jing to wash up quickly.

Song Jing yawned, rubbed his eyes, and walked outside unhurriedly: "I'll see you off later."

Song Wanzhou thought to himself, shouldn't he send him off by himself?But he still hooked the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a smile: "Well, okay, go and brush your teeth."

It was almost eight o'clock when the two of them finished tidying up. When they went downstairs, they happened to meet Song Raoshuang, mother and daughter, who were about to go out.

Song Mu had already tied up his shoelaces, but when he saw Song Wanzhou coming down together, he took off his shoes and rushed over to try to him, but was stopped by Song Jing first.

"Brother, you really slept with the second brother! The second brother didn't admit it before! You are too much, you two are on good terms, and you forgot to play with your poor sister all weekend! Now you have to go to school again , I haven't seen anyone for a whole week, and Twilight is angry! Hmph!"

The little girl has a big temper and usually doesn't get angry, but if she really provokes her, she can't be coaxed for a long time.Song Wanzhou had no choice but to squat on the bed, following Song Mu's movements of turning his head, his tone was soft and hoarse after catching a cold: "Then brother is sending Mu Mu to school today, okay? Mu Mu don't be angry with the two brothers You see, my brother has caught a cold."

Song Raoshuang, who was standing in the entrance and was answering the phone, looked at the two brothers who were obviously on good terms, so he simply put Song Mu's schoolbag on the shoe cabinet, waved to Song Mu, and walked out with the bag: "Mu Mu, then follow the two brothers." My brother and I go to school together, and my mother will leave first, and I will wait for Aunt Xie to pick you up at night, do you understand?"

Xiao Xie is Song Raoshuang's life assistant. She has been with her since Song Raoshuang started acting, and everyone in the Song family knows each other. When everyone is busy, the nanny or mother-in-law will pick them up, or Xiao Xie will pick up Song Raoshuang's place where Song Raoshuang is acting.

Song Mu hugged Song Wanzhou's thigh, and said a little waywardly, "Why does Mom always throw me to Aunt Xie?"

Although it was getting late, Song Wanzhou asked the nanny to pack two sandwiches, and ate them with Song Jing on the way.

There were only two umbrellas left at the door, and one of them was broken. Song Mu was wearing a raincoat and rain boots, so he was not afraid of her getting caught in the rain. Now only he and Song Jing shared an umbrella.

"Xiaojing and brother hold an umbrella?" Song Wanzhou shook the umbrella towards Song Jing.

"I'll come." Song Jing took the umbrella, opened it, and tilted slightly to give Song Wanzhou more than half of the space.

Song Wanzhou asked Song Mu to stand beside her and lead her. On rainy days, the road was slippery and she fell easily.

Not long after, Song Mu broke free from his hand, and ran forward by himself: "If you don't hold hands with brother, all the rain on the umbrella will fall on Mu Mu!"

With a 'hum', Song Mu turned around, stepped on the small puddle on the ground, jumped and continued walking.

It was only then that Song Wanzhou noticed that Song Jing was holding an umbrella, two-thirds of it was tilted to his side, but his other arm was already wet.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, and immediately straightened the umbrella handle that was too tilted, and said, "Xiaojing, the umbrella is crooked."

"You've caught a cold." Song Jing was still looking neither salty nor insipid. After Song Wanzhou straightened up, he immediately leaned back. "Brother, if you get closer, you won't get wet."

When approaching the door, Song Wanzhou suddenly remembered something: "Xiaojing."

"Hmm." Song Jingping stared ahead, slowing down his pace, trying to keep pace with Song Wanzhou.

"Did you replace the new boards in the yard?"

Song Jing nodded without denying it, and asked instead, "Do you like it?"

Song Wanzhou stretched out his hand to catch the water droplets falling from the edge of the umbrella, and evoked an extremely gentle smile: "Xiaojing's writing has become much prettier."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the umbrella surface with crackling noises, but the two standing under the umbrella calmed down tacitly, listening to the sound of the rain and the cheers of Song Mu playing in the water in front of him.

On a rainy day, it is rare to feel comfortable.