paranoia

"Brother Jing, it's really you who dare to skip class on Monday. You didn't see the stinky face of the old class, asking people where you went, I thought you handed in the leave note." Jiang Xinzhi said He took out the key to open the door, humming a little song, and couldn't help but tease Song Jing who was standing by the window blowing the cool breeze, "I said I'll give you a key, but you don't want it, how long have you been waiting?"

"Not long." Song Jing followed behind Jiang Xinzhi, took off his satchel and threw it on the sofa, "I'll go out, and you call Chuanzi and the others over. You practice first, and I'll be right back."

"Brother Jing!" Jiang Xinzhi chased him out, and Song Jing disappeared around the corner before he could say the last half of the sentence "Do you want me to come together?" He sighed and called He Chuan and Jia Zhengfei again, telling them Come here quickly.

The shops in the No. [-] Middle School area are all supported by students, and there is a lot of noise during meal times, but now it is during the morning class of students, and some restaurants have not yet opened stores, only a few vendors pushing breakfast carts to sell.Song Jing hadn't been here much before, and he didn't even know whether to go left or right when he went downstairs, so he found a pharmacy with a bigger shop at the end of the street based on his feeling.

"welcome."

The door automatically detects someone coming in and out, and the mechanical female voice reminds the staff in the pharmacy to come and guide them.

Song Jing didn't like someone who kept introducing irrelevant things to his ears. Before the shopping guide approached, he waved impatiently and came to the shelf of over-the-counter medicines with a basket.The medicines in the pharmacy are classified in a relatively detailed manner. There are several kinds of medicines for treating colds. Song Jing usually does not go out to buy these things by himself. Put those with the word "cold" in the basket.

The cashier scanned the QR codes one by one, and asked half-jokingly: "Did the teacher ask you to buy cold medicine to prevent the flu?"

"No."

Song Jing came to the gate of No. [-] Middle School with a big bag of cold medicine, wondering if he should go in, or grab someone to bring it for him.

"Students from which school?" The guard uncle looked at his obviously unfamiliar face, walked out of the guard room, and stopped Song Jing who wanted to go in directly, "Sorry, it's not the time for visiting, and it's only open on weekends."

"I won't go in," Song Jing gestured towards him with the things in his hands, "Can you bring them to Song Wanzhou from Class [-]?"

"Oh oh oh, it's a delivery, bring it in."

After getting an affirmative reply, Song Jing carried the things into the guard room and turned around to leave.

The guard was also curious and asked him, "Don't leave a note or something?"

"no need."

The pace of life in No. [-] Middle School is fast. As soon as the school bell rings, the students rush to the cafeteria non-stop, and they have to hurry up to review their textbooks after eating.Song Wanzhou was dizzy all morning, the more he drank the water, the thirstier he became, and he didn't have any appetite for lunch, so he just stayed in the classroom to make up for the late lessons.

"Where are you here?" Class teacher Wu Tao came over and knocked on Song Wanzhou's desk, "The guard just called me and said that someone brought you something this morning."

Song Wanzhou thanked him politely, and walked towards the guard full of doubts, thinking that it was Bai Yiyu who brought something over.

"Are you Song Wanzhou?"

Song Wanzhou nodded: "Uncle, I'm Song Wanzhou from the [-]th class of high school. Our class teacher notified me to come here."

"Here," the security guard pointed to the table in the corner, "A student brought it to you in the morning. He didn't say who he is, but he said you'll know it when you see it. Check to see if it belongs to you. Come here, sign and take it away.”

Song Wanzhou carried the heavy bag, opened it, and found that it was full of cold medicine, and he knew who made it without even thinking about it.

Back in the dormitory, I took out all the medicines, took two amoxicillin, put the rest in the cabinet, and asked my auntie to borrow a phone number to call Song Jing.

As soon as he got connected, he heard a burst of loud music, Song Wanzhou frowned subconsciously, and was hung up before he could say anything.

Thinking it might be because of an unfamiliar number, I sent a text message in advance and called again: "Xiaojing

, it's me, brother.Are you not at school? "

Song Jing signaled Jiang Xinzhi to stop, walked out of the audition room, walked to the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air: "At school."

Hearing the sudden stop of the music on the opposite side, Song Wanzhou thought it was music playing in Song Jing's dormitory, but didn't investigate further, and asked, "Did you bring the medicine this morning?"

Song Jing glanced at Jiang Xinzhi who was following him, his eyes signaled him to keep quiet, and he said in a calm voice, "No, I asked someone else to help deliver it."

"I thought it was you," Song Wanzhou heaved a sigh of relief, wondering if Song Jing skipped class again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Wanzhou's tone of voice was always so gentle, like a breeze blowing on his face. Listening to the tone in the microphone, which was obviously much lighter than before, Song Jinggang's frowning eyebrows were easily smoothed out again, and the corners of his mouth were slightly lifted by the end of his eyes: "Eat!" Yes, brother, have you taken medicine? Is it useful?"

Song Wanzhou stood on the balcony, looking at his succulents that had just absorbed the rain and grew well, couldn't help but touch their delicate tops, with an unconscious smile rippling from the corner of his mouth, and softly reprimanded him for not doing it at all. Can't take care of my younger brother: "National Day will be released this week" It's almost ready.How did you buy so much?When will this be eaten? ", Seeing that he didn't speak, I thought it was upset, "We have a holiday on Friday, what about your school? "

"It's also on Friday."

"Well, then go back early." Song Wanzhou felt a headache when he thought of Song Jing's zero-score English test paper, sighed silently, and couldn't help but want to worry, "Don't forget to wear the National Day homework. "

Song Jing snorted 'um' from his nasal cavity, and then added: "I'll pick you up, we let it go early."

"No, you go back first."

Song Jing didn't listen to Song Wanzhou's refusal at all, and only insisted on his own ideas, with a strong tone: "I'll pick you up."

"Okay." Song Wanzhou finally compromised. He knew his brother's temper, and if he refused twice, he would lose his temper.

Song Jing listened for a few more minutes to Song Wanzhou's vague 'concerns' about his studies. Before hanging up the phone, he still told him not to play with his mobile phone. He didn't express his opinion, but just answered.

Jiang Xinzhi observed the change of expression on Song Jing's face, saw the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head glaringly, and waited until Song Jing hung up the phone before raising his head again, grinning, still the same way With a nonchalant smile, he deliberately patted the other person's chest twice: "Brother Jing, don't we have a holiday on Saturday morning? How do you say we have a holiday on Friday? Are you going to skip class again?"

"Don't skip class. Ask for leave, sick leave, and remember to write a note for me." Song Wanzhou put away his phone, went back to the audition room, picked up his bag, and kicked He Chuan, who was lying on the ground panting, "Go back?" ?”

Jiang Xinzhi thought that he was going to practice again when he came in, and he took all the picks: "Brother Jing, are you going back now? Chuanzi and the others just came here, and they haven't even touched their hands yet. Why don't you just go back at night, since they're all running away anyway. It's morning."

"I won't skip class anymore," Song Jing kicked He Chuan again, and looked at Jia Zhengfei who was playing games beside him, "I invite you to have lunch, do you want to go?"

He Chuan rubbed his stomach that had been grunting for a long time, and immediately stood up from the ground, picked up his schoolbag, hugged Jia Zhengfei and Jiang Xinzhi with his left and right hands, and rushed outside: "Let's go, let's eat! Brother Jing treats guests, we must must go."

Jiang Xinzhi pursed his lips, and elbowed He Chuan's solid chest: "Chuanzi, your belly is so big, you still want to eat. Next month's No. 20 is the party, you missed a few beats just now , Do you still want to get out of the order?"

He Chuan is just a nice guy, no matter how much you joke with him, you won't get angry, and you won't even raise your tone of voice: "Don't, Young Master Jiang, why didn't Brother Jing talk about me today, but you said I came? We Let’s eat first, let’s eat first. Brother Jing is not in a hurry, what’s the matter with me, fat man, let’s make do with it.”

Jia Zhengfei looked at the word 'failure' on the screen, frowned slightly, and made up the knife without any sympathy: "Song Jing doesn't want to take off the order, that's because he doesn't want it, fat man, what's your name?"

"Da Fei, why do you even talk about me!"

Jiang Xinzhi was troubled by He Chuan

The ear hurts, and as soon as I raised my head, I saw the inexplicably familiar figure standing in front of the Bawang Beef Noodle Shop. He walked up to Song Jing and whispered, "Brother Jing, do you think that is the monitor in front of my cousin's class? It's us. The one I beat up last time seems to be called Fu Youmou."

He Chuan and Jia Zhengfei at the back also heard the movement, and poked their heads to look forward, especially He Chuan, who tilted his head left and right, and snapped his fingers. A fight was about to hit Song Jing who was not moving: " Brother Jing, beat him up, kid."

Song Jing looked at another familiar face standing beside Fu Youmou, gave a 'tsk' sound, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Just a greeting."

Fu Youmou also noticed Song Jing, took the people beside him back, and said in a low voice, "Just do what I just told you." The man nodded quickly, and ran away with his schoolbag in his arms.

Jiang Xinzhi saw that Fu Youmou was about to run away, so he hurried over and caught him: "Are you going to run again? Why, did you do something wrong again, afraid that we will find out?"

Fu Youmou pursed his lips tightly, showing fear on his face, with a look of being surrounded by bad boys, he said tremblingly, "What do you want?"

Jiang Xinzhi didn't notice it himself. He has yellow hair, and there are obvious tattoos on his exposed arms. Coupled with the fierce face on his face, this appearance is a typical bullying in the eyes of other uninformed people.

Song Jing, who was standing aside, coughed lightly to remind the impulsive Jiang Xinzhi: "Long time no see, have you cleaned your mouth recently?"

Fu Youmou thought that this was near No. [-] Middle School, Song Jing and the others didn't dare to mess around, and were about to shout, but He Chuan covered their mouths, and joined forces with Jia Zhengfei to lead them into the alley.

"Brother Jing, what do you say today?" Jiang Xinzhi deliberately rolled up his sleeves, and looked disdainfully at the second middle school students who were whispering around him.

"Just check if his mouth is clean." Song Jing put his satchel on his back, raised his legs and followed, "If it's not clean, I'll just wash it for him. Don't delay me going back to school."