paranoia

Song Wanzhou put the cake in the fresh-keeping layer, put on an apron to prepare dinner, looked at the few ingredients left in the refrigerator, felt a little bit uneasy, poked his head out and asked Song Jing who was sitting on the sofa: "Xiaojing, I will give you this afternoon Mom and the others have confirmed by calling. Grandma is at home, sister-in-law and Twilight have gone to Shanghai, and mom and dad are in Wuhan. They may not come back until the [-]rd. I have to take care of you these days. What do you want to eat at night? The nanny called?"

Hearing that Song Jing stopped typing, turned his head and raised his eyebrows lightly: "I want to eat whatever my brother cooks."

Although Song Wanzhou can cook, but after all, he doesn't know how much, let alone how delicious it is. Thinking that he has given Song Jing a takeaway meal at noon, he feels ashamed and brings up the idea of ​​calling the nanny over again .The nanny of the Song family is about the same age as Tan Jing, and has been working diligently for more than 20 years. She is said to be a nanny, but she is already considered a half-family member.Now the children and grandchildren live in a nearby community, because the Song family is often away, so she is usually at her own home, and if someone returns, she will call her, but most of the time they do it themselves, only if there are not enough people It's time to call out for a hand.

So Song Jing simply said "Let mother-in-law have a good rest for two days", and completely sealed Song Wanzhou's mouth.Seeing that he was still in a daze and couldn't think of what to eat, Song Jing stood up and walked behind him, picked up the shoulder strap of his apron, and said indifferently: "Loose."

"what?"

Song Wanzhou turned around and bumped into Song Jing, who was bending over, took a small step back, frowned anxiously and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Jing didn't speak, but gently lifted Song Wanzhou's hair in front of his forehead, revealing the reddish fair skin underneath, and stretched out his hand obsessively: "It's red." His cold fingertips rubbed along the swelling After a circle, he quickly retracted the gaze of Song Wanzhou who hesitated to speak, and lowered his head to tie the loose apron strings together.

Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing, who had a serious expression in front of him, and felt complicated about his slightly mature intimacy. It was different from the feeling when Han Junjing picked his hair before. There seemed to be a trace of indescribable emotion in Song Jing's eyes. It made him instinctively afraid, and wanted to avoid it, so he moved awkwardly, and then Song Jing grabbed his waist and pressed it tightly.

"Not fastened."

Song Wanzhou's lips were tightly pursed, his front teeth were biting his lower lip, the sharp pain awakened his ability to think, recalling just now that his younger brother's eyes were agitated with joy besides worry, as if he was leaving Song Wanzhou his own. Imprint is excited.

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Fortunately, Song Jing finally stood up after dismantling the system twice, without any abnormality on his face, and said calmly, "Okay."

Turning his head to look at the bow tie behind him, which was obviously better than his own, Song Wanzhou smiled slightly, the smile was very shallow, it seemed that only the corners of his eyes were crooked: "Xiaojing's tie is very beautiful, much better than my brother."

That indifferent and unfamiliar smile deepened the curve of Song Jing's mouth, and he joked, "Brother doesn't seem very happy?"

Song Jing, who was still considerate just now, put on a playful expression on his face, coupled with his oppressive eyes, Song Wanzhou couldn't answer his words, and was stunned.

After a moment of silence, Song Jing looked away indifferently, glanced at the eggs on the chopping board, and said blankly, "I want fried rice with eggs." After speaking, he left the kitchen.

Song Wanzhou closed his eyes and opened them again, his heart was beating abnormally, his perception told him that Song Jing's expression was unusual, but he couldn't explain clearly, he couldn't find a reasonable reason to explain the throbbing in his eyes.Shaking his head, he still chose to forget, probably because he might have misunderstood it, so he had to leave it as a small episode and concentrate on preparing the egg fried rice at Song Jingjing.

It didn't take much time to make scrambled eggs and fried rice. As soon as Song Jing stretched out his hand to twist the door, he was interrupted by Song Wanzhou's shout from downstairs. He frowned slightly, turned around and went downstairs.

Song Wanzhou squeezed two glasses of fresh orange juice on purpose, and when he saw Song Jing going downstairs, he asked suspiciously, "Why did you go upstairs?" Sour radish dissolves greasy.

"Just go up." Song Jing took a sip of the tomato and egg soup while Song Wanzhou entered the kitchen, frowned, put down the spoon calmly, and picked up the

The table mat took over for Song Wanzhou.

During the formal meal, no one took the initiative to bring up the topic, and each other was silent.Ever since both of them sat down, Song Wanzhou had been thinking about what the teacher in charge said in the morning. He lowered his eyes, licked his dry lips, and thought about how to speak. He looked at Song who was concentrating on eating. Scene, he just couldn't say a word of doubt.

From the corner of the eye, he saw that the person next to him didn't move the spoon, he raised his eyes to look at Song Wanzhou, who was obviously concerned, then lowered his head and continued to eat the remaining egg fried rice on the plate without saying a word.

Seeing that Song Jing was eating so deliciously, Song Wanzhou thought that his cooking skills had improved, so he took a bite into his mouth, and his whole mouth was saying no, so he couldn't help finding a piece of paper for the food he cooked himself Spit it out, look at Song Jing with a calm expression, and ask carefully: "Xiao Jing, isn't it very salty?"

Song Jing finished his last bite before slowly opening his mouth: "It's okay."

Seeing that Song Wanzhou didn't move the spoon again, Song Jing put the empty plate into the sink, took out the cake he just bought from the refrigerator, put it on the table, and said nonchalantly, "Eat this if you don't want to eat it." Song Wanzhou moved the plate in front of him.

When Song Jing ate up another plate, Song Wanzhou didn't even finish a pudding, so he went to clean the bowl by himself.

After sucking up the water from his hand, Song Wanzhou was just as distracted as before, showing dissatisfaction, pressed his hand, and said forcefully, "Do you have something to ask me?"

Feeling the coldness coming from the back of his hand, Song Wanzhou woke up: "What?"

"It's nothing." Song Jing let go of his hand and ate all the pudding Song Wanzhou hadn't finished. "Brother, come and help me with my lessons when I'm full. There's a lot of homework."

When Song Wanzhou entered Song Jing's room, he crossed his long legs on the desk, leaned back on the computer chair, closed his eyes, shook his head rhythmically, and hummed some unknown song tune.Opening his eyes, he saw Song Wanzhou walking in, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, put his legs away, moved from the computer chair to the small stool next to him, and patted: "Brother, sit down."

"What is Xiaojing singing?" Song Wanzhou sat down, took the second-year math test paper that Song Jing handed over, and skimmed it roughly. He had a little idea of ​​explaining the outline in his mind, and found a draft paper to start gesturing.

"It's nothing." Song Jing leaned on the table and turned his head to look at Song Wanzhou's soft side face.His skin, which has been staying indoors all year round without sun exposure, is too fair, and he can even see the cyan color of the blood vessels on his face. His thick and long eyelashes gently sweep over his skin with his breath, as if dissatisfied with the excessive red crosses on the test paper. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

Song Wanzhou sighed softly, spread out the test paper helplessly, and started from the most basic part: "Xiao Jing, let's take our time, don't worry, and don't worry."

Song Jing looked at the carefully prepared test paper and nodded.

After finishing speaking on a test paper, Song Wanzhou took out the junior high school overcoming difficult points test paper that he had prepared and asked Song Jing to do a few pages first to get a feel for it.

While he was working on the question, Song Wanzhou slowly threw out what he had already prepared: "Xiao Jing, don't go out alone recently."

Song Jing didn't raise his head, and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

Song Wanzhou went on to say: "A classmate named Fu Youmou in our next class was beaten. He came back and said that he was blackmailed. His parents all went to school. It was quite serious. We haven't found out yet. Who hit it."

Hearing the name of 'Fu Youmou', Song Jing didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to calculate what should be wrong and what should not be wrong: "Leave him alone."

Song Wanzhou carefully observed Song Jing's expression and hand movements, and he was relieved when he found that there was nothing abnormal. The corner of his mouth involuntarily pulled a relaxed smile: "You do it first, and I'll get you a glass of water."

After receiving the water, Song Wanzhou came back to see that Song Jing was doing the questions very seriously. Song Wanzhou put down his mind and took out his homework, and sat next to him, supervising Song Jing, and at the same time, he could finish the homework earlier.

"Brother, I want to move out."

One sentence broke the peace between the two of them. Song Wanzhou stopped writing, turned his head suspiciously, and looked at Song Jing who was not serious as a joke. His blood froze and his heart tightened. He asked, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly

Want to go out and live?Is it because my brother did something wrong? "

"I don't want to live on campus," Song Jing twirled his pen casually, as if he had already prepared, "I don't get along well with my roommates. I want to live outside the campus."

Hearing that he didn't move out from home, Song Wanzhou's expression softened a little, he moved his cold fingers, and asked instead: "Is someone bullying you? Why do you suddenly want to live outside? It's so dangerous outside, just now brother Didn’t you talk about the example of the class next door, your parents don’t feel at ease living outside, and my brother is even more worried about your safety.”

Song Jing stopped writing, grabbed the armrests on both sides of the computer chair with both hands, and pulled Song Wanzhou closer: "Then brother also moved out of school, will you live with me?"

Song Wanzhou sat on the computer chair and was obviously much taller than Song Jing. Song Jing held his hand tightly, lowered his head, and looked into those deep and focused eyes. His breathing stopped suddenly. He forced a smile and said: " Xiao Jing, stop joking, brother is not with you at school, it's so troublesome to go back and forth."

Song Jing's originally aggressive Danfeng eyes drooped slightly, and he looked a little pitiful. He pouted, as if he had been wronged, and threw himself into Song Wanzhou's arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and wrapped his arms around his warm belly. Rubbing back and forth: "Brother, the people in the dormitory don't like me, I'm not happy living here, I want to live outside. If you're worried about me, come and stay with me, okay? I'm sure I will be very obedient."

The boy's rare coquettishness reached Song Wanzhou's ears, and he couldn't even say a word of refusal. He was stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down, so he could only stroke Song Jing's hair, hesitating: "But..."

Feeling the looseness in his words, Song Jing exerted more strength in his hands, buried in Song Wanzhou's arms, unwilling to raise his head, and said in a deep voice, "Then I'll live outside by myself."

"Xiaojing..." Song Wanzhou let go of the hands on his waist, and Song Jing sat up, as if he hadn't said those words just now, and continued to work on the question nonchalantly, but the expression on his face became serious.

Song Wanzhou kept staring at Song Jing, smacking the bullied mouth on his mouth, and thinking of the big change in his personality, he hesitated and said, "Brother should accompany you."