paranoia

After saying goodbye to Han Junjing and the others, Song Wanzhou and the others walked back. The shopping mall was not far from home, and it took more than ten minutes to avoid taking a taxi.

I don't know which shop played the song "Back View". The melodious tune reached Song Wanzhou's ears, and he hummed along with it unconsciously. It was only after the song ended that he remembered that it was Song Jing's favorite song.

Recalling that during lunch, Bai Yiyu was very enthusiastic towards Han Junjing, which made Song Wanzhou a little confused. He had the impression that although Bai Yiyu had a good personality and his friends liked him, he had never seen him treat anyone like that. Shangxin, You Qi and Han Junjing haven't known each other for a long time.

"Xiao Jing." He wanted to ask Song Jing's opinion, but suddenly realized that the other party was only in his teens, so he changed his words, "It's nothing."

Song Jing stood still and lowered his eyes: "Brother, is it because I'm unhappy that I'm leaving early?" His voice was low, as if admitting his mistake.

After eating just now, according to Bai Yiyu's arrangement, he wanted to take advantage of the time off to watch a movie, but Song Jing pestered Song Wanzhou not long after eating, asking when he would go back.Song Wanzhou felt that it was not good to leave early, so he persisted until the meal was over, and then he apologized and offered to go back with Song Jing first.

Although Bai Yiyu felt it was a pity, she still agreed and asked Song Wanzhou to meet again next time.

"No." Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing, who was depressed, and felt uncomfortable. He was really not good at dealing with children in sensitive periods, so he didn't know what to say, "Brother won't be angry because of Xiao Jing."

Song Jing, who received Song Wanzhou's verbal promise, raised his head, the corner of his mouth curled up, and there was a little satisfaction hidden in his dark eyes.

"Brother must keep his word."

Song Wanzhou will be in his third year of high school soon, and the National Day holiday is two days shorter than Song Jing's. He has already started packing his luggage on the night of the [-]th, and will take the leave the next day.

Song Jing squatted in front of Song Wanzhou, looking through his suitcase: "Brother, did you forget something?"

The weather forecast said that the temperature would continue to drop in the coming week, so Song Wanzhou deliberately found a suitcase and packed it with thicker clothes. He even brought a thin quilt because he was afraid of the cold.

Checked again and found nothing missing.

"I brought them all."

Song Jing sighed and said regretfully: "It seems that I was not taken with me."

Originally, I was wondering if the pajamas in Song Jing’s room were not put on, but it turned out that there was a hint of coquettishness in the words, as if he had been poked into a joke, and suddenly he laughed: "If Xiao Jing is still as young as he was when he was a child In a small ball, my brother can put you in his pocket and carry you with you." Song Wanzhou smiled and gestured that when he saw Song Jing just now, his arms and legs were as small as a lotus root.Every time he recalled his childhood, there was always a faint smile on his face, making people want to reach out and poke the shallow dimples on both sides of his mouth.

Song Jing leaned on the suitcase and said, "Don't you want the big dumpling?" His voice was muffled like an abandoned puppy.

"Has the house been rented yet?" Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing, who was rambunctious, and shook his head helplessly.In the morning Song Kuanyu took Song Jing out to look at the house, saying that his old friend had vacated a flat with two bedrooms and one living room, and if Song Wanzhou lived there, it would be just right.

After Song Kuanyu and his wife returned from a business trip on the [-]rd, the four of them held a small family meeting, mainly to discuss the matter of Song Jing living off-campus.Although they agreed verbally, they still wanted to ask the reason. After all, they couldn't let the two children live outside by themselves.

Song Jing didn't say much, he just said that he didn't want to live in the dormitory, and let them ask questions and answer questions.

Song Kuanyu, as the representative who held the most parent-teacher meetings for Song Jing, couldn't believe that his youngest son's personality changed drastically after a few days of seeing each other. He still remembered the viciousness of this boy's beating, and the head teacher couldn't stop him.But he couldn't say it directly. If it was true that school violence caused him to have such a gloomy personality before, he, as a parent, should also be responsible.

He only asked: "I live outside, can I listen to your brother?"

Song Jingjing nodded as a reply.Guan Zhiwen looked at Song Kuanyu who still wanted to ask why, so he stood up to smooth things over. No matter how she was a mother, she was biased towards her son, and she disliked Mr. Song a few words.

Health, make him shut up.

In a meeting of four people, all three of them are in the same group, what else can Song Kuanyu say?I had no choice but to put the matter of renting a house on the agenda, go through the day-study procedures for Song Jing first, and then let Song Wanzhou do it after seeing his performance.Song Wanzhou is under a lot of pressure from studying, so he has to get used to it first. If he lives outside and travels back and forth, it will definitely take a lot of time.Song Wanzhou's attitude cannot be ignored just to make things right for Song Jing.

"Brother, Dad has rented a house for me, when will you move out?" Song Jing stood up and helped Song Wanzhou pull the suitcase and put it in the corner.

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips lightly and thought for a while: "Let's have a weekend next week."

After getting the exact time, the corners of Song Jing's lips curled up: "Then I'll pick you up."

Sleeping at night, Song Wanzhou was a little bit insomnia lying on the bed, but it was much better than before. He was used to sleeping with Song Jing, and his parents felt a little uncomfortable sleeping separately when they came back.

He turned off the bedside lamp, and when he was about to sleep, Song Jing slipped in through the door with his pillow in his arms.

Standing in front of Song Wanzhou with the light behind him: "Brother, if I don't sleep with you, I won't be able to sleep."

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to move inside, leaving a wider space for Song Jing.His bed was not as big as that in Song Jing's room, and the two of them were a bit cramped when they fell asleep.

Song Jing just hugged him tightly, and after a while, there was even breathing. Song Wanzhou thought he was asleep, closed his eyes and moved a little further in, and heard Song Jing's unconscious murmur.

When he was talking in his sleep, he leaned closer to listen.

"Brother, I can't wait any longer."

It was rare for Guan Zhiwen to get up early and find that Song Wanzhou hadn't woken up yet. He opened the door and saw the two brothers Song Wanzhou and Song Jing sleeping together in their arms.

After closing the door, she walked back to the bedroom, nestled under the quilt and hugged Song Kuanyu who was reading the newspaper early in the morning: "Mr. Song."

Song Kuanyu adjusted his glasses and coughed lightly: "What's wrong?"

Guan Zhiwen pondered over the scene he had just seen, and hesitantly said, "When did Xiao Jing and Yang Yang reconcile? Didn't you say that Xiao Jing lost his temper at home?"

Song Kuanyu was also about to talk about this matter, put away the newspaper, and looked at Guan Zhiwen who was also puzzled seriously: "Professor Guan, Yang Yang has such a soft personality, if this little bastard Song Jing really causes trouble outside, can he Can you handle it? Let me tell you, it’s better for Song Jing to live outside by himself, so as not to affect his brother. Yang Yang is a person who doesn’t know how to refuse, and he must be at a disadvantage when they are together.”

Guan Zhiwen sighed: "Yangyang is too addicted to Xiaojing, he has gotten used to it all these years, and he still thinks Xiaojing is the little glutinous rice dumpling when he was a child."

Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen had a heated discussion in their own room, their voices became louder and louder, and the sound came out through the open door.

Song Wanzhou's ears were itchy, and he gradually woke up. Song Jing's hand on his waist firmly surrounded him, and he wanted to get up but was afraid of waking him up.After waiting for a while, the person behind him moved twice, his warm breath was on his neck, and he felt itchy, and he heard his younger brother's low voice: "Brother, good morning."

He bent over, and Song Jing retracted the hands around his waist, sticking them tightly.

Song Wanzhou felt a strange feeling coming from the tailbone, which gradually became apparent. Song Jing was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, doing nothing else. As a boy, he naturally understood what was going on with Song Jing.

A little embarrassed, I deliberately held my breath, pulled my belly in and straightened my waist.

Song Jing seemed to be unable to leave him, so he quickly posted it, rubbing his face against the back of his head: "Brother..."

"Xiaojing? Are you awake?"

No one answered him, Song Wanzhou's ears turned red, and he tried his best to ignore it.

After waiting for a long time, I heard Song Jing's slightly sober voice: "Brother, why are you still sweating after the temperature has dropped?"

The strange feeling coming from behind has disappeared, Song Wanzhou heaved a sigh of relief: "Xiao Jing is hugged too tightly, it is a bit hot."

Song Jing hugged him even tighter: "But I'm not hot at all."

The sound of Guan Zhiwen urging them to get up came from downstairs, Song Wanzhou felt relieved, sat up from the bed and changed his clothes: "I'll go down first and help mom prepare breakfast

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Song Jing who stayed on the bed stretched out his hand to caress back and forth on the other side of the bed which was still warm, his eyes were entwined with passionate emotion.

Song Wanzhou only went to school in the afternoon. At noon, Song Kuanyu took his family of four out for dinner. He also took Song Wanzhou and Guan Zhiwen, who had never seen the house, to see if there was anything missing during the holiday.

Considering that Song Wanzhou has evening self-study, there is no Songjing Junior High School yet, the location of the house is relatively close to No. [-] Middle School, and the surrounding area is surrounded by residential buildings. Song Kuanyu specifically inquired about it. Most of the residents are teachers and family members of the surrounding schools. , relatively quiet, suitable for study.

An ordinary two-bedroom apartment is much smaller than the two-story independent villa at home, but it has all the necessary hardware and equipment, and each room has a desk, so there is no need to worry about Song Jing disturbing Song Wanzhou.Guan Zhiwen was more careful, worried that the two of them would be hungry, so he asked Song Kuanyu to provide a microwave oven and a refrigerator, bring some food from home on weekends, and heat it up a little when they were hungry.I also specifically dismantled the TV and disconnected the Internet, mainly worrying about the ticking time bomb Song Jing, afraid that he would mess around when no one was watching, and forget to study because he was too busy playing.Although it is not that difficult to get promoted in the first grade, but I will soon be a junior in the third grade, and I should stop playing.

Song Wanzhou was quite satisfied, the two bedrooms faced the sun, and he could smell the sun by opening the windows during the day and coming back at night.

The only dissatisfaction may be that the sound insulation effect is not good. The two bedrooms can be heard even when the door is closed. Considering that they are all a family, there is nothing that cannot be heard by the other party. Just be careful not to disturb each other.

After the visit, Song Kuanyu drove Song Wanzhou to the school, Song Jing followed them to buy furniture, and cleaned the place where he was going to live inside and out.

Before leaving, Song Jing called to Song Wanzhou: "Brother, I'll wait for you at home, don't make me wait too long."

As soon as Song Wanzhou entered the classroom and put down his schoolbag, his deskmate came over and said mysteriously in a low voice, "Song Wanzhou, you don't know yet, do you?"

The other students in the class had already arrived, and it was rare that they didn't bury their heads in their studies. They were all whispering about interesting things about the National Day holiday.Song Wanzhou came late, thought it was the head teacher who came to announce something, shook his head, and waited for him to continue.

The tablemate saw that he was also out of state, and elbowed him with an insider's appearance, and his voice became even lower: "Didn't you say last time that Senior Han Junjing would not be able to find time to show us around. Although you didn't People took it, we went anyway, guess what I saw?"

Song Wanzhou sorted out his homework, without looking up: "What do you see?"

"I saw this little boy behind the senior. I didn't see the face, but I saw that the thin arms and legs were quite white, but the hairstyle was a bit ugly."

According to the description in his mouth, thinking that Bai Yiyu said before that he was going to Zhejiang University, Song Wanzhou guessed that the person at the same table should be him, nodded and wanted to hear what the other party had to say: "And then?"

"I didn't see clearly from that far away, but looking at that little boy's stickiness, the two of them must have a good relationship." The tablemate glanced at the gentle-looking Song Wanzhou, "Do you think they are the same?"

The tone of the deskmate sounded particularly unhappy, Song Wanzhou clapped his hands: "Which one?"

"It's homosexuality, the kind that boys like boys!"