paranoia

Song Wanzhou didn't go back to the Song family's old house, but asked Bai Yiyu to stop in front of the gate of 'Heyi'.

Bai Yiyu didn't follow, he had to rush back to the base, looked at Song Wanzhou's back, and suddenly called out to him: "Wanzhou!"

Song Wanzhou turned around and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Bai Yiyu moved his mouth, put on his helmet, and lowered his voice: "Don't think too much." Then he waved his hand as a farewell, and rode away on his bike.

Before getting the access card, Song Wanzhou needs to register the resident information in the guard room.

"Building A 5-6, Song Jing."

The house was rented by Song Kuanyu to Song Jing, and he didn't go to see the house, so he naturally thought that Song Jing's name should be entered in the library.

The security guard entered Song Jing's name, but found no such person, raised his head and asked, "Are you sure? The only head of the household is Song Wanzhou."

"I'm Song Wanzhou, and Song Jing is my younger brother. We live together." Song Wanzhou took out his ID card and showed it to the security guard, who checked carefully before letting him into the community.

Different from the desertedness at the gate, the more you walk in, the more voices are spoken and the more lively it is.Perhaps because of the cooling down, more residents came out for activities after dinner. Most of them gathered in the activity area, watching their children playing and playing, and standing aside to chat with neighbors about their parents.

Song Wanzhou stopped and sat on a bench in the corner, enjoying the excitement of others.My mind is completely empty, I don't have any thoughts, but the corners of my mouth can't stop rising, and the shallow dimples are full of smiles and comfort.

He likes the days with a breath of life, plain and ordinary, and he hopes that living them will be a lifetime.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, the noisy crowd gradually dispersed. Song Wanzhou rubbed his flat stomach before remembering that he hadn't had dinner yet.

Carrying the instant food products bought in the supermarket, Song Wanzhou walked towards Building A.

There is no elevator installed in the old residential building, and even the corridor lights are broken. No wonder other residents rushed home before it was completely dark.Song Wanzhou's cell phone was out of battery, so he could only grope upstairs against the wall to prevent falling.

The steps are shorter than normal, which is convenient for the elderly. Song Wanzhou is a bit awkward to walk, two steps are made into one step, but the top step is left alone, always empty.

There are 17 steps in total.

After walking up to the fifth floor, he was already out of breath, and laughed secretly that he really lacked exercise, so he took out the key.

A dull and familiar voice came from the corner: "Brother?" The uncertain tentative voice was so small that the voice-activated light was not turned on.

There was a rustling sound as the clothes rubbed against each other, and the standing black figure approached and hugged Song Wanzhou violently: "Brother."

The light came on, and the dim light illuminated the two hugging each other at the door.

Song Jing changed his clothes, the black short sleeves were covered with dust, his arms exposed in the air tightly wrapped around Song Wanzhou, and his strong heartbeat could be heard from his chest.Song Jing was buried in the crescent of Song Wanzhou's neck, his cold face absorbing excess warmth from his body.

"Brother, it's so late for you to come back." Fragile and lost, along with hot tears, slipped from the exposed skin into the clothes, leaving a wet trace.

Song Wanzhou was taken aback by the sudden hug. Song Jing's aura was too strong, and he hadn't recovered from climbing the stairs. His body was soft, but he wanted to break free but hugged him tighter and tighter.

"Xiao Jing, why are you here?" Song Jing tried his best to keep calm, raised his hand to lightly fear the back of the person in front of him, and comforted Song Jing who was emotionally unstable at the moment, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Brother...Brother..." Song Jing just hugged Song Wanzhou and called his brother, the hands around him became tighter and tighter, as if seeing a lost and found gift.

The dust that was slapped was scattered in the air, and Song Wanzhou's nose was itchy: "What's wrong? Why is your body full of dust?"

Song Jing still didn't answer, Song Wanzhou sighed, and also rubbed Song Jing with his neck: "Let's go into the house."

Turn on the light in the living room, bent down to take out slippers from the shoe cabinet, Song Wanzhou could see clearly that the clothes on Song Jing were not clean at all, covered with a layer of dust, short-sleeved shorts exposed skin Blackened by the cold, the wound that appeared to be broken was even more touching.

His eyes were horrified, his hair was messed up, and he looked like he had just been in a fight.

The skin on the corner of his mouth was still dripping with blood, and the corners of his eyes were a little red. Song Jing said nothing, and stood behind Song Wanzhou with his head down, waiting to change his shoes.

Song Wanzhou frowned, took him to the sofa, and found cotton swabs and alcohol from the suitcase: "Did Xiaojing fight?"

Song Jing looked at Song Wanzhou who was squatting in front of him, nodded reluctantly, and curled his mouth: "Brother, it hurts so much."

"Why are you fighting again?" Song Wanzhou dipped a cotton swab in some alcohol, and wiped it along the edge of the wound from the inside out. He didn't hear the sound of suction. He raised his head and saw Song Jing's frowning brows, and exhaled lightly. "Are you still fighting?"

Song Jing didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, revealing a deep scratch.

"Don't you want to say it?" Song Wanzhou pinched Song Jing's index finger and middle finger, changed a clean cotton swab, and looked at the wound across the entire palm, which was obviously scratched by a sharp weapon. There was a pang in his heart, and unexplained emotions surged up The brain finally turned into a sigh and spit out from the sour nasal cavity.

Song Jing held Song Wanzhou with his backhand, and the alcohol mixed with the fresh blood stuck to the back of Song Wanzhou's hand. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his eyes lowered, and he said flatly, "Brother, I'm hungry."

There was nothing to eat in the new home, only a pack of instant noodles that Song Wanzhou bought, not even eggs for extra meals.

Due to limited conditions, Song Wanzhou directly boiled water with a hot water pot. He hadn't brought the pot from home, so he had to soak it in boiling water and served it on the table: "Wait a minute."

Song Wanzhou sat across from Song Jing, a little hot air came out from the edge of the bowl, blurring the expression on Song Jing's face.Pursing their lips lightly, the two seemed to have returned to their previous state. As long as Song Wanzhou didn't take the initiative to speak, Song Jing remained silent.

It's been a long time since I saw Song Jing injured. Song Wanzhou's whole heart is entangled, and he has clearly made up his mind to keep a reasonable distance from Song Jing.Now they are too close, whether it is relationship or behavior, the way they get along with other brothers is completely different, Song Jing is too dependent on him.

The habit engraved in his bones will not be changed for a while. When he thinks of Song Jing being angry, he wants to coax him, wants to compromise, even when he is alone, he still wonders what Song Jing is doing and whether he is still losing his temper .At this moment, seeing his younger brother who was on the top of his heart hurt himself like this in just a few hours, Song Wanzhou couldn't help but feel guilty besides self-blame.

Since Song Jing didn't want to say anything, Song Wanzhou didn't force him to ask. After waiting for 5 minutes, he pushed the instant noodles forward and wiped the chopsticks clean: "Okay, let's eat."

"Brother, won't you eat?" Song Jing raised his head and swallowed, blinking his eyelashes, and handed the chopsticks to Song Wanzhou first, like a child who has done something wrong.

Song Wanzhou stood up: "Brother has already eaten."

Walking to the balcony, closing the glass door, and calling Guan Zhiwen who was at home: "Mom."

An anxious voice came to my ears: "Wanzhou, have you seen Xiaojing? He came back from outside this morning with a bad complexion, and locked himself in the bedroom without saying a word. When your dad and I came home, He's not at home, he hasn't come back yet, he didn't bring his mobile phone and left it on the bed, and you can't get through to your phone in the afternoon, your father and I can't get in touch with him, we are almost dying of anxiety."

Song Wanzhou said softly, "Xiaojing is with me, don't worry, my phone is out of battery this afternoon."

Guan Zhiwen turned on the loudspeaker, and Song Wanzhou heard Song Kuanyu's surprised voice: "Didn't you go out with that kid Bai Yiyu? Why are you with Xiaojing again? Wanzhou, don't lie for your brother, the bastard will definitely run away Where did the trouble go?"

"I'm back," Song Wanzhou held onto the railing of the balcony, and glanced back at Song Jing who was eating instant noodles, his eyes fluctuated, "At 'Heyi', Xiaojing hasn't had dinner yet and is eating instant noodles. noodle."

Song Kuanyu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Guan Ziwen who was eager to say, "That kid Xiaojing must be in a bad mood today, let's come pick you up."

"No need, Mom, we will come back by ourselves tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jing just finished eating, Song Wanzhou put down his phone and continued to charge, packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

Song Jing

Follow behind: "brother, let me come."

Song Jing drove Song Wanzhou away, and began to wash the dishes clumsily with his own hands.

It was rare for Song Wanzhou not to persist, and went back to his room to rearrange his luggage.Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen tidied up very well, but they couldn't find what they wanted immediately, so they piled up the things on the bed and put them back into the closet according to their own habits.

Song Jing stood at the door after washing the dishes, did not come in, and whispered: "Brother, I finished washing."

Before he brought a change of clothes, Song Wanzhou found out his own clothes and gave them to him: "Go take a shower first."

It was the first time I used the bathroom, and the natural gas couldn't burn for a long time. Song Wanzhou heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, and knocked on the door: "Isn't it cold?"

A trembling voice came from inside: "It's not cold."

"The water heater seems to be broken. My brother will heat water for you."

Song Wanzhou asked Song Jing to put on his clothes first, and then boiled water for him with a kettle.

Song Jing came out wearing only a pair of underwear, his hair was wet, his mouth was purple from the cold, and he said tremblingly, "Brother, I didn't take my underwear."

Song Wanzhou avoided Song Jing's gaze, asked him to put on a bath towel to avoid catching cold, found a pair of underwear that he didn't wear much, and handed it to him: "It's a bit small, just make it up, and I'll buy it for you when the water is boiled."

"No need, I can wear it." Song Jing changed his normal, no longer dissatisfied like last time in the hospital, leaning against the wall, watching Song Wanzhou transport hot water back and forth.

I tried the temperature in the bathtub: "Come and try, don't wash for a long time, be careful of catching a cold."

After Song Jing took a bath, there was still more than half of the clean hot water in the bathtub.

"Brother, take a shower."

Song Wanzhou leaned back on the edge of the bathtub, his body from the neck down was soaked in warm water, and through the pores, all the tiredness was driven away.

Slowly sink your head into the water, slowly open your eyes just before you are about to suffocate, and get out of the water.

A lot of water flowed from the nasal cavity into the throat, causing severe choking.

"elder brother?"

"fine."

Song Wanzhou dried himself off, drained the water in the bathtub, watched the water half full flow out from the leak, forming a whirlpool, rinsed off the remaining foam with cold water, and waited until there was no movement outside before slowly waking up. Get out of the bathroom.

The arm was grabbed, Song Jing waited outside the door, his dark eyes were like unfathomable pools of water, and there was inexplicable emotion churning inside: "Brother."

"What's wrong?" Song Wanzhou's heart tightened, his blood flowed backwards, and his words trembled slightly.

Song Jing didn't propose to sleep together again, but just tightly held the wrist he wanted to retract, his eyes gleamed with water, full of loneliness, hesitantly said: "Brother, don't ignore me, okay?"

"Tell me what Xiaojing did wrong, and I will change it."