paranoia

As night fell, several street lamps in the community were lit, and the soft lights could barely illuminate the stone brick path. The children who had been playing for a day were reluctant to say goodbye to their friends, and followed their parents towards home. Passing by the door, Song Wanzhou didn't see the words hidden in his stomach reaching Song Wanzhou's ears with laughter all day long. He sat quietly on the rocking chair, sighed silently, and put down his phone.

I just called Guan Zhiwen who is far away in Wuhan. The other party heard that Song Jing wanted to move out because he didn’t get along well with his roommate. He was shocked at first and didn’t quite agree, but he finally let go after discussing with Song Kuanyu for a long time. Let the older brother Song Wanzhou comfort Song Jing who may be traumatized.After all, if you are still a teenager, if you are bullied on campus, you will definitely not want to tell your older parents, and you will be more willing to get close to your elder brother. It is best to draw out all the distress in your heart to avoid secondary psychological trauma.

Recalling just now when Song Jing heard that he was willing to accompany him, his face first showed surprise, then he didn't believe it, and asked Song Wanzhou not to lie to him, as if he had been deceived, which made him very distressed.

Song Wanzhou felt that he might have misunderstood Song Jing, and there might be a reason for his eccentric and changeable temper in the past.

Song Jing's faint sentence "Brother, don't lie" made Song Wanzhou feel deeply guilty. For so long, he never knew that Song Jing was so unhappy in Yucai, and he never mentioned it, holding it in his heart .Thinking of the suffering he suffered when he was a child, Song Wanzhou blamed himself more and more, and felt that he cared too little, which made Song Jing forced to move out to live alone.

No wonder the other party only changed his attitude towards himself at home. The person who was the most trustworthy and dependent did not notice his change. Naturally, the teenager in the sensitive period was very hurt.

When Song Wanzhou returned to the room, he saw Song Jing sitting by the window, his eyes drooping, and the furrows between his brows were tightly furrowed. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head, and the corners of his mouth that were originally slanted upwards, said flatly: "Brother .”

"Xiao Jing, what's the matter?" Song Wanzhou walked over, knelt down, looked at Song Jing at the same level, stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead, and traced back and forth along the wrinkles, "If you wrinkle again, you will become a little old man."

Song Jing moved his face closer, saw the panic flashing in Song Wanzhou's eyes, and twirled his hair in his hands, curling his mouth: "I finished my homework, it's so difficult, if you don't teach me Just go out."

"I called my mother just now, and she and my father agreed." Song Wanzhou stiffened his body, telling himself that Song Jing was just insecure, but the sparkle in his eyes couldn't stop trembling, and he retreated a little bit calmly. He stood up and calmed down, "Why not? Have you marked it? Let me take a look for you first. You go to take a shower first, and I will tell you later."

Song Jing stood at the door for a long time with a change of clothes, and said lightly, "Brother, don't force yourself."

A message came from the phone with a beep, a text message from Jiang Xinzhi, saying that he had been covered for him, and the life aunt didn't realize that he was not in the dormitory.

He replied with an 'um', and by the way mentioned whether the suite that Jiang Xinzhi mentioned last time was still there, if it was there, he wanted it, and if it wasn't, it didn't matter.

After sending a message, Jiang Xinzhi simply called and said, "Brother Jing, are you going to move out of the house? Are you having such an unpleasant fight with your brother?"

Song Jing glanced at the brightly lit bedroom, walked downstairs in a low voice, and asked the other party: "When did my brother and I get unhappy?"

"Didn't you not even mention your brother's name last time?"

"No," Song Jing rubbed Song Wanzhou's water glass around, and took a sip of the rim where he just drank, "Don't ask, I'll move out of the dormitory in a while."

Jiang Xinzhi insisted on mentioning Song Wanzhou, and asked the reason clearly, which made Song Jing very upset: "Jiang Xinzhi, as a friend, are you taking too much care?", the phone call broke up, and the house was not clear.

Sitting downstairs for a long time, Song Jing didn't go to take a shower until the gloom in his heart dissipated.

"Xiao Jing, you kept it well." Seeing Song Jing coming back from the shower, Song Wanzhou smiled and asked him to come over and point to the thing in his hand, "Is this the one I made for you when I was young, or is it something you made later on yourself?" did it?"

In Song Wanzhou's hands is a group photo of the two of them taken on Song Jing's third birthday.At that time, Song Wanzhou was only eight years old, and he held Song Jing, who was five years younger than him, tightly in his arms. The two smiled brightly, with white cream on their faces.Especially Song Jing, who kept hanging on his brother's neck, didn't even look at the camera when the shutter was pressed, his eyes were all on his brother, grinning, his face rippling with happiness.

On the back of the photo frame is a rose specimen. The first rose Song Jing got, used the specimen method to keep its most beautiful moment forever, and placed it within Song Jing's field of vision.

"Brother made it." Song Jing pulled the stool away, looked down at the notes Song Wanzhou had written for him, and said without any ups and downs in his voice, "Don't you remember?"

"Xiaojing is joking again that brother is older than you. How could he not remember the little gift that brother gave you? You underestimate brother." Song Wanzhou wiped the dust off the photo frame and placed it on the Looking at the two little people smiling carefree in the photo, I smiled with relief, and couldn't help but stroke my once small brother back and forth.

Song Jing raised his head and looked at the smile on his face: "I don't want to be younger than you either."

While sleeping, Song Jing kept Song Wanzhou again: "Brother won't you sleep with me tonight? Stop having nightmares?"

I slept in school for a week, but I have been restless. There are always dark fragments in my dreams, and I often wake up in the middle of the night, and I can’t take medicine.He has already promised Song Jing that if he wants to reduce his dependence on drugs, he must abide by the agreement.

Song Jing continued: "Brother, do you mind sleeping with me? Because I grow up?"

Every word of Song Jing hit Song Wanzhou's heart, and if he let go a little bit, Song Wanzhou couldn't say no, he could only follow his will.

Turning off the light, Song Jing hugged Song Wanzhou tightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Is brother obedient? Are you still taking medicine?"

"Why does Xiaojing look like an adult, now I'm starting to take care of my brother." Song Wanzhou moved his body impatiently, his tone was soft, and he smiled, "I haven't eaten, but I haven't slept well, and I still doze off in the morning." It was discovered by the head teacher."

Song Jing's breath landed on Song Wanzhou's ear, itching: "Then brother is going to call me brother?"

Song Wanzhou felt a little unwell, touched his hot earlobe, and suddenly remembered that Bai Yiyu gave him two tickets when he came. The game on October [-]rd, both of them happened to be free, so naturally he thought of asking his brother first. don't go.

"Xiaojing, are you going? Ah Yu's first public competition."

Song Jing retracted the hand on Song Wanzhou's waist, like an insecure little lion rubbing back and forth on his brother's chest coquettishly: "Brother, do you want me to go?"

"If I don't go with you, who will I go with?"

Song Wanzhou touched Song Jing's cold earlobe, it was soft, "Xiaojing, go to sleep."

After Song Wanzhou fell asleep, Song Jing opened his eyes again, placed a light kiss on his reddened earlobe, and sighed at the little fluff inside: "Brother can only stay with me."

The next day Song Kuanyu took time to call Song Jing again and asked him if he was serious. After getting an affirmative reply, the two of them went out to live. It was a certainty. Let them study hard at home and help him arrange it when they came back.

Song Jing really seemed to have grown up overnight, and suddenly put away his previous temper and became much gentler.During the day, he pestered Song Wanzhou to study, and took him to play games together, and at night, he pestered him to sleep together. It seemed that everything was back on track. Song Jing's previous rebellion was like a small episode in Song Wanzhou's dream. After Song Jing came here, he was still that soft and glutinous little dumpling, but now the dumpling is taller than him.

Early in the morning on the [-]rd, Song Wanzhou and Song Jing went out. Bai Yiyu was preparing to play today, so he didn't have time to pick them up, so he drank a bowl of soy milk outside and took a taxi to the competition venue.

Hearing Song Jing's still yawning sound, Song Wanzhou smiled and pinched his nose: "Did you be told not to play games for so long last night?"

Song Jing held his hand back and put it on his face: "But isn't my brother also with me? Why aren't you sleepy at all?"

Song Wanzhou is full of energy, with a comfortable smile on his face

: "Maybe because I slept soundly?"

Seeing the iconic logo of the E-sports Cultural Center, the two got out of the car, and they watched the crowds of spectators outside the door. Obviously, Song Wanzhou and the two were the least excited, and they followed the crowd and moved slowly inside.

Send a message to Bai Yiyu first, tell him that they have arrived, so that he doesn't have to come out, and he can play with peace of mind.

"Xiao Jing, what do you want to do in the future?" Responding to Bai Yiyu's message, he suddenly remembered that he had never asked Song Jing what he thought, so he put away his phone and looked up, "Ah Yu just told me that he might become a professional in the future. What about you, any ideas?"

Song Jing was looking at the excited crowd at the front, subconsciously pulled Song Wanzhou in, and asked, "What about you?"

"Doctor." This was the first time Song Wanzhou voluntarily expressed his thoughts, quickly and without any hesitation.

Song Jing didn't ask him the reason, leaned on his brother and went inside, thought for a while, then grinned and said, "Then can I be a patient? Then I have a legitimate reason to look for you when my brother is at work."

Song Wanzhou looked at the light in his eyes, and joked along with him: "Xiao Jing can be a star, you are so handsome, you will definitely be liked by many people."

"The most important thing is," Song Wanzhou looked around with a smile on his face, "Sister-in-law said that celebrities can be hospitalized and ask for leave."

It was rare for Song Wanzhou to make jokes with such a relaxed expression. Song Jing stared at him for a long time, and waited until the person's smile faded away, then said lightly: "Okay."