paranoia

Because the National Day holiday started in the afternoon, the first lecture was temporarily transferred from English class to math class taught by head teacher Wu Tao. In a class of 45 minutes, three monthly exam papers were taught for 10 minutes, and the rest of the time was changed to a class meeting. The parents of No. [-] Middle School reported that the students in the school were bullied by people outside the school.

"Students, you should also pay attention to safety when you are having fun, especially don't go to remote places alone. I don't want the phenomenon of being blackmailed by gangsters like the monitor of the class next door to happen in our class. You must contact your parents, don't be bored, did you hear me?"

"heard it."

The students below didn't take it seriously, they agreed quickly, turned around and started arranging with their deskmates where to go for the seven-day long vacation.Song Wanzhou has never participated in private activities held in the class, and usually no one will invite him. Unexpectedly, today, the table next to him would ask him about his arrangements for the National Day holiday, and asked him if he would like to go to Zhejiang University with them. Take a tour.

Song Wanzhou felt a little surprised, but still declined with a smile: "I'm really sorry, I have to give my brother extra lessons at home."

The tablemate was not forgiving, and tried his best to attract Song Wanzhou to join the group: "Song Wanzhou, the senior who came last time, you two know each other. He just happens to be a tour guide for us and introduces his major. Several students in the class are ready to study. What about Zhejiang University?"

Thinking of troublesome Han Junjing, Song Wanzhou wanted to refuse even more, but he couldn't hold back his classmates' request, so he finally promised to help them contact Han Junjing, and if the other party had time, he would write back to them.

Wu Tao was still talking about the precautions for the National Day holiday on the podium, while Song Wanzhou was packing his schoolbag while waiting for news from Song Jing.An hour ago, Song Jing started to ask himself when school was over. Song Wanzhou was afraid that he would come early, so he deliberately said it was half an hour late, but he did not expect that the class meeting was also delayed by half an hour. He repeatedly checked the time on his phone , worried that Song Jing would wait outside for a long time.

After finally announcing the end of the class meeting and the official National Day holiday, Song Wanzhou followed the flow of people out through the back door.Standing at the front door, Wu Tao continued to explain earnestly: "Safety is the most important thing, do you hear me?" When he saw Song Wanzhou coming, he patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to stay and ask a few words.

After all the other students in the class had left, Wu Tao said slowly, "You've heard about the incident with the students in the next class, right?"

Song Wanzhou didn't know what it meant that the class teacher could keep him here to ask about this matter, so he nodded in doubt.

Wu Tao leaned on the corridor balcony, turned his head, and whispered, "Your brother beat Fu Youmou before, didn't he?"

Song Wanzhou's heart tightened, he nodded, then shook his head, trying to defend his brother: "That's because Xiaojing was ignorant before, my brother was at school the day Fu Youmou was beaten, and I beat him at noon Telephone."

"Don't be nervous," Wu Tao pressed Song Wanzhou's shoulder and patted it twice, "Just asking. The other party didn't say who hit him, but said he was scared, but parents have come to school several times to make trouble. As a teacher, you have to be careful. The whole grade knows about your younger brother beating him before, so I'm afraid his parents will think about it."

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, and pursed his mouth: "Teacher, my brother is not a bad boy." Then he said 'Happy National Day' and walked out of school with his schoolbag on his back.

Hangzhou, which has been under continuous light rain for a week, finally hoped for a sunny day on Friday. All the clouds were blown away by the strong wind, and the scorching sun beat directly on the ground.The citizens who came out to bask in the sun with their benches in the morning, were scalded by the temperature of their bodies and hurried home before lunch time, leaving only damp quilts hanging on the railing to emit damp heat.

The accumulated water at the gate of No. [-] Middle School was evaporated by the high temperature, leaving a pool of light yellow water stains. Song Jing squatted beside the flowers at the school gate, paying attention to the faces of people coming and going at the school gate, and waited until only a few sporadic people were still going. When he was walking outside, the corner of his mouth twitched, he frowned impatiently, stood up and deliberately walked to a conspicuous place.

He arrived more than an hour earlier than the time agreed in the text message. When he came over, he bought a mango shaved ice at the intersection.The ice has already turned into water, dripping down the plastic bag to the ground, and people who like to eat mangoes have not yet seen it.

have come out.After waiting for a while, the guard recognized him first and called people to come in for shade. Song Jing shook his head and took out a hat from his school bag to put it on. He continued to stand under the sun with his black T-shirt stuck to his back. , leaving a mark after soaking in sweat.

Song Wanzhou thought about what Wu Tao said just now, lowered his head, stared at the mud on the toe of his shoes, and wandered into the rainy Monday.

He was the one who watched Song Jing get into the car. He felt that Song Jing had nothing to do with this matter, but he still couldn't let go.Looking at the head teacher's reaction, he also understood the skepticism of others towards Song Jing. He was afraid that Fu Youmou's agitated parents would come to Song Jing directly.Song Wanzhou was a little worried that something that never happened would be forced on Song Jing's head.

Stepping faster, looking at the figure outside the gate, Song Wanzhou hurried over: "Xiaojing."

Song Jing looked at Song Wanzhou's flushed face, took off his hat and put it on his head: "Brother, go home."

No complaints, no mention of how long I had been waiting.

What Song Wanzhou originally wanted to ask was completely forgotten when he saw Song Jing's sweaty clothes. He took the wet bag in his hand and said casually, "How long have you been here? Why are you carrying a bag of garbage? Did you not find the trash can?"

Song Jing tightened the lanyard of the satchel, pinned it to his chest, put his hands in his pockets, paid attention to Song Wanzhou's red neck, and said indifferently: "I didn't find it, I will lose it later. Do you want to eat shaved ice?" "

Song Wanzhou threw the things into the trash can, took Song Jing's clothes with his free hand, and fanned him up and down: "Is it still hot?"

Song Jing slowed down and nodded: "Go back after dinner, there is no one at home."

Song Wanzhou knew that Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen would go out for meetings and business trips from time to time, but Tan Jing and Song Raoshuang's mother and daughter were not at home, so she couldn't help but worry.Normally, Guan Zhiwen would call the head teacher to inform him of anything, but he didn't receive a single call this week, so naturally she didn't know.

Song Jing glanced at Song Wanzhou, who had anxiety written all over his face, and said lightly, "Don't worry, grandma will live in her hometown for a while, and my sister-in-law asked her assistant to take Song Mu to her place to play for a couple of days."

Song Wanzhou snorted "um" from his nasal cavity, took out a tissue and handed it to Song Jing whose forehead was wet with broken hair: "Do you want to cut your hair, it's a bit long."

Song Jing snorted the short hair that he hadn't taken care of for a long time, and played with Song Wanzhou's sweaty hair with his sweaty hands, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he made a haircut on purpose: "Then first, brother hair cut off."

Song Wanzhou took off the rubber band, let his hair hang loose on his shoulders, picked out a strand and squinted at it.Under the sun, the chestnut-yellow hair glowed with a faint golden light.He smiled slightly, and his slender and thick eyelashes drooped slightly with the corners of his eyes: "Will Xiaojing cut it for brother?"

"Don't cut it." Song Jing looked at Song Wanzhou Yin's open collar with burning eyes, and naturally pulled it for him, picked up the two hairs that fell from his shoulders and pinched them in his hands, "I don't want to eat outside , want to eat tomato beef brisket noodles."

After returning home, Song Wanzhou pushed Song Jing to let him take a bath first, pinching his nose on purpose: "Xiao Jing stinks."

After he reluctantly went in, Song Wanzhou put away his changed clothes and threw them into the washing machine, took out the beef that was not used up last time from the refrigerator, mixed it with tomatoes and let it suffocate in the pot first.

He was tasting the taste, when he heard the phone ringing in the living room, he ran out quickly and found that it was Bai Yiyu's call: "Hello, Ayu."

From the other end came Bai Yiyu's annoyed voice: "Wanzhou, is your school on holiday this week?"

Only then did Song Wanzhou remember that he forgot to tell him that he had a holiday on Friday, and quickly apologized: "Ayu, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, where are you now?"

Bai Yiyu let out a long sigh, kicked the stones at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School and walked back: "I should have asked you earlier. There will be a friendly match in a few days. I originally wanted to say that I would send you tickets, but I have been so busy recently that I forgot Tomorrow is National Day."

"Or you can come to me, it happens that there is no one at home."

Song Jing was wiping his wet hair when he came down the stairs and heard Song Wanzhou

Said he didn't have one at home, water drops slipped from the tip of his nose along his frowning eyebrows, and standing behind him with thin lips tightly pressed, he asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

As soon as Song Wanzhou hung up the phone and turned around, he met Song Jing's sharp eyes and was startled. Looking at his soaked clothes, he smiled and pushed him down on the sofa to get him to blow dry his hair habitually: "Yes Ah Yu called. I forgot to tell him that we were on vacation, and he ran to deliver the tickets to me, but found that the school gates were locked, so I called people to my house for dinner, and let him have a rest. He has been busy lately Staying up late, still yawning on the phone."

"Oh," Song Jing's expression softened, and he handed the towel to Song Wanzhou, "Can his body stay up late?"

Song Wanzhou pursed his lips lightly, took a long breath from his nasal cavity, and said with a worried face, "Yes, but if Ah Yu wants to do it, just follow his heart."

Song Jing stopped talking. He had no position to express his opinion. He lowered his head slightly so that his brother could rub his hair. There was a strange smell in the kitchen. He sniffed and asked, "Brother, what are you cooking? It seems that there is something mushy. taste."

Song Wanzhou quickly put down the blower, ran into the kitchen and saw the boiled bottom of the pot, smiled wryly and dumped the unrecognizable food into the trash can, washed his hands and said apologetically, "It seems that I can only eat takeaway."

Bai Yiyu's locomotive arrived at Song's house one step ahead of the takeaway battery car, and he looked for water as soon as he entered the door. He gulped down two mouthfuls of warm water, and felt his smoky throat come alive.Seeing Song Jing sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, he sat over curiously: "Xiao Jing, your school is also on holiday? No..."

Song Jing raised his eyes and interrupted him: "Well, it's a holiday."

Song Wanzhou found his own clothes from upstairs and put them on the sofa, looked at Bai Yiyu's newly shaved cut head, and said with a smile, "Why do you want to shave a cut head?"

Bai Yiyu put his hands on the still prickly hair, and grinned with his face up, showing his teeth in a smile: "Handsome?"

Song Jing took a look and then lowered his head: "Yixiu."

Bai Yiyu didn't care about it like a kid five years younger than herself, stood up, picked up Song Wanzhou's clothes and walked to the bathroom, and said mysteriously, "Wanzhou, I'll tell you something important later."

Just when the doorbell rang, the takeaway arrived.Song Wanzhou smiled and said, "Go to bed before you eat, look at the dark circles under your eyes, fans should feel distressed."

Bai Yiyu snorted, curled her lips, and said aggrievedly: "They don't feel sorry for me. They always scold me, why do they feel bad?"