paranoia

"No, Xiaojing, you think too much." Song Wanzhou gently took Song Jing's hand away, "It's just that I didn't rest much last night, and my spirits are not very good."

Song Jing wanted to say something, but Song Kuanyu downstairs was already urging him.

Song Wanzhou responded, and walked ahead, let Song Jing get in the car first, and went to return the dormitory key by himself.

Bai Yiyu also went to the house they rented, looking at Song Wanzhou who was sitting quietly in front of the co-pilot, he always felt that the atmosphere was not right today.

Song Jing, who was at an arm's length away from him, stared forward, not knowing what he was looking at, his eyebrows, thin lips tightly pursed, and jaw slightly raised, all expressing his bad mood.

"Wanzhou, do you have any plans for the weekend?" There were four people sitting in the car, but no one spoke. Bai Yiyu was almost suffocated by the oppressive air in the car, so he had to ask Song Wanzhou for help.

"Can I visit Ayu's base?" Song Wanzhou turned from the right side, revealing half of his face, with lowered eyes, and asked Bai Yiyu gently for his opinion.

Naturally, Bai Yiyu was very happy. He had asked Song Wanzhou a long time ago, and wanted to take him to the base. The captain coach was also very interested in the friends he often mentioned, but Song Wanzhou had always wanted to stay at home with Song Wanzhou. Jing Xue declined the reason.Inviting him out is nothing more than the feeling that Song Wanzhou always stays at home and doesn't go out very much. Apart from him, he has no other friends to talk to, and he has to study usually because he is too stressed and won't know how to relax.

"Go after packing up today? It just so happens that the coach is not here. Our captain made an appointment with **N Lianmai tonight to play a new game." Bai Yiyu suddenly thought that Song Wanzhou couldn't play games, so he changed his words, "If you don't know how to play games, you can't play games." It’s okay, there’s still a dinner party, last time the competition sponsor pulled a whole box of snacks, and they haven’t finished eating yet.”

"Other teammates also have friends who want to come, so don't be shy about Wanzhou, and you can meet new friends."

The more Bai Yiyu talked, the more excited he became. Song Jing, who was sitting next to him, had a gloomy face, his brows became more and more tightly wrinkled, his pupils were deep and deep, completely ignoring other people, staring straight ahead obliquely, and the corners of his mouth moved: "Brother won't help me with my homework today. ?"

"Isn't today Saturday?"

Feeling the obvious coldness in the words, Bai Yiyu shut up, and the car became quiet again.

Song Kuanyu also felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, turned his head and smiled and said, "Xiaojing, it's rare that your brother wants to go out, so don't cling to him. If you want to do your homework, Dad will help you. Anyway, Dad is also a university professor, tutoring junior high school students. There is still more than enough homework, let your brother go out and have fun today. I am quite tired from studying, so I can take advantage of the holiday to breathe a sigh of relief."

He glanced at Song Wanzhou, who was exceptionally quiet today: "Wanzhou, take a good rest, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Song Wanzhou nodded, lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned his head from the left: "Xiaojing."

Song Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his unhappy mouth: "Brother, will you stay with me at home?" Invisibly giving people a pressure, people are smiling, but their eyes are strong, and no one can refuse.

"It's been a long time since I played with my peers. I'll come back tomorrow. If there's anything I don't understand, circle it up. I'll help you see it then."

It is an explanation and an explanation.

Then Song Jing didn't pay the bill, just as Song Wanzhou finished speaking, he stopped the forced smile on his face, looked out the window, and said coldly: "So my brother only wants to be with his peers. "

There was no dedicated parking lot in the old residential building, so Song Kuanyu could only park on the side of the road. Song Jing stopped a taxi as soon as he got out of the car, and walked away with a dark face without saying a word.

"Xiao Jing is still so tempered." Song Kuanyu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I said I shouldn't let you and your mother spoil him like this. You see, it's only been a few days, and he started to lose his temper."

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips, looked at the direction where the taxi disappeared, and explained: "Xiao Jing should play with his friends more, he has grown up, and shouldn't always follow me."

Song Kuanyu went to the property management of the community to register the residence information, and asked Song Wanzhou and Bai Yiyu to move some light things to open the door first.

The selected neighborhood is really quiet, and no one is there on weekends

Strolling outside, occasionally only a few elderly people walked slowly with their dogs. When they saw Song Wanzhou and the two who were carrying luggage, they stopped to say hello and asked if they were new residents.

Song Wanzhou walked in front, Bai Yiyu yelled twice, but didn't agree.

It was inconvenient to hold a cardboard box, trot to catch up, poked someone who was distracted with his elbow, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? I've been in a trance since just now, did I snore and didn't fall asleep last night?"

Shaking his head: "It's okay."

Bai Yiyu looked at the haggard look on Song Wanzhou's face, but was still worried: "What's the matter with you and Xiaojing, Wanzhou? Didn't you still be fine last week? Why are there conflicts again? Did Xiaojing mess up again? If you If you don’t have the heart to teach him a lesson, I’ll help you.”

"It's not Xiaojing, it's me." Song Wanzhou paused while dragging the suitcase, moved the corners of his mouth bitterly, lowered his eyes to hide his self-blame, "Xiaojing stayed with me for a long time, it's not good."

"Didn't you still feel that Song Jing was not used to being clingy to you before? What's the matter now?"

Sighing, looking at the straight path under his feet, with old banyan trees intertwined intricately on both sides, he said softly: "Xiaojing has grown up and is different."

Bai Yiyu didn't ask any more questions, Song Wanzhou naturally had his own reasons for doing so.

The two of them had just moved their things to the ground, and before they started tidying up, Song Kuanyu, who arrived later, started to push people away: "Okay, okay, I don't need you to do it, your mother will be here later, go out to play by yourself. If you don't go home at night, you will be outside. Pay attention to safety, and don't play too late, especially Xiaoyu, don't stay up all the time when you are not in good health, you know?"

Bai Yiyu nodded vigorously, grinned, and said with a bright smile: "Okay, uncle."

Song Kuanyu moved the cardboard boxes piled up at the door to the living room: "By the way, do you want me to pick them up tomorrow?"

Bai Yiyu proudly took out his keys from his butt pocket: "No need, uncle, I have a car too."

"Is Xiaoyu an adult? Can she drive now?"

Bai Yiyu scratched her head in embarrassment: "Motorcycle."

Song Wanzhou smiled: "Father, it's fine, I'll come back tomorrow by myself."

"That's fine. It just so happens that your sister-in-law is coming back too. She's going to the airport to pick her up. Come back early and we'll eat outside at noon." Song Kuanyu was worried that the child would have no extra money for playing outside, so he specially smoked a few hundred yuan to let Song Wanzhou arranges it by herself.

Standing at the intersection waiting for a taxi, Bai Yiyu pursed his lips and hesitated: "Wanzhou, I know I shouldn't talk too much, but that kid Xiaojing seems to be more worried than you think."

Guan Zhiwen was wearing earrings when he heard a noise from downstairs, poked his head out from the bedroom, and saw Song Jing with a dark complexion appearing at the stairs.

"Why did Xiaojing come back? Didn't your dad say that he was going to start fire over there at noon? Mom just packed up and was about to go there. Have you finished packing up? Where's your brother?"

"Song Wanzhou won't come back." Song Jing walked quickly, and the only answer to her remaining questions was the sound of the door closing.

Guan Zhiwen followed, knocked on the door, and asked softly, "Son, what's the matter?"

No one answered her anymore.

Song Jing stood at the door, holding the doorknob tightly, locked it behind his back, his eyes were full of anger, his breath became heavier, he wanted to smash everything he saw, and finally curled up the corners of his mouth sullenly, and let out a cold snort.

Walking along the desk where the two of them sat and studied together, their fingers left scratches on the solid wood desk.

Turning around, he didn't pay attention to knocking over the photo frame. With a bang, glass shards splashed all over the floor, and the photos and specimens fell out.

Song Jing squatted down and twisted the dry rose petals. With a little force on his index finger, it turned into powder and scattered in the air with the wind. The powder from his fingertips rubbed against the lines on his fingertips.

He suddenly laughed and crushed the remaining petals repeatedly.

Squeezing the photo tightly, glass shards pierced the skin, Song Jing tilted his head and squeezed the wound hard, bright blood dripped on the shriveled stamens.

"Brother, you are really not good at all."

"Aqiu" Song Wanzhou had an itchy nose, took the tissue handed over by the person in front of him, turned his head and blew in embarrassment.

Bai Yiyu asked worriedly: "Wanzhou, you don't have a cold, you keep sneezing."

Song Wanzhou waved his hand: "It should be because the water in the morning bath is too cold, it's fine."

He stretched out his other hand and smiled slightly, "I'm Song Wanzhou, I was sorry just now."

"Zhou Qi, the current captain of EGW, the boss of Heart." Zhou Qi shook hands politely, and then let go, with a hearty smile on his face, "Sit whatever you want."

Fearing that Song Wanzhou didn't understand, Bai Yiyu added: "Heart is my code name, everyone calls it that. Our captain is Soul, known as the God of Soul, and the two sleeping over there are our team's Sin and Guan Chao. "

"White, Min Yi."

"There are two more who went to pick up friends and haven't come back yet."

Song Wanzhou originally thought that the e-sports players would sit in front of the computer and play games every day, but he didn't expect that after sitting in their base for several hours, no one sat up, and all of them were playing with their mobile phones.

Even the captain stood by the window and didn't know who he was talking to, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

Bai Yiyu took Song Wanzhou to visit all four floors of the base: "The first floor is where the young trainees train, the second floor is where our first team trains and there is a rest area, and the third floor is where we sleep. The fourth floor is where the captains and coaches rest."

Although they are just friends they met for the first time, Bai Yiyu's teammates are very enthusiastic about Song Wanzhou and invite him to play together.They don't have any pretensions of the star team, they usually wear short sleeves with big pants, but when the temperature has dropped these days, they turn on the central air conditioner and still wear short sleeves and big pants.

Bai Yiyu secretly told Song Wanzhou that they would only dress nicely when they were going to show their faces in the live broadcast. The sponsor required at least 150 hours of live broadcast every month. They worked overtime at the beginning of the month to complete the task, and then released it in the second half of the month. self.

Song Wanzhou felt that it was very easy to get along with them. Although most of the topics involved games and he didn't understand them very well, they would stop to explain to Song Wanzhou and took good care of him.

It's been a long time since I played with my peers. Although Song Wanzhou feels very natural, his heart is still empty. His mind is full of the back of Song Jing who lost his temper, loss and anger.

The original intention was to come out to meet a few more friends and spend the night outside, but before Bai Yiyu's other two teammates came back, Song Wanzhou couldn't help asking to leave.

"Wanzhou, didn't you tell your uncle that you will go back tomorrow?"

Song Wanzhou stood at the door and looked into the distance. As night fell, the traffic on the riverside bridge was getting bigger and bigger.

It's the evening peak.

"Ayu, I'm sorry..."

Bai Yiyu didn't ask what he was sorry for, and returned to the room and threw the helmet to him: "Let's go, I'll take you back."