paranoia

Song Jing approached step by step, pushing Song Wanzhou to the corner of the aisle, lowered his head slightly, followed Song Wanzhou's avoiding eyes, and curled his mouth: "Brother, are you okay?"

It was holding hands before, carefully held in front of his chest, his eyes were full of injuries, he put himself in a very low position, begging Song Jingneng to look at him.

Facing Song Jing's constant questioning of the reason, Song Wanzhou's eyes flickered, a little shaken, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all, worried that once he met Song Jing's eyes, his finally settled mood would have ripples again.

Tightly pursing his lips, unable to utter a word, the scabbed wound on Song Jing's calf opened again at some point in his sight, and the bright red blood mixed into the unwiped water and flowed down the muscle line. His feet dripped on the clean white floor.

The sound from above the head became smaller and smaller, Song Jing's head was pressed against the wall, and his hot breath was on Song Wanzhou's neck.

"Brother, please promise me, I'm so tired and sleepy."

Song Wanzhou was silent for a few minutes, and when Song Jing was completely still, he let out a long breath, raised his hand and gently placed it on his wet hair, and said softly: "Xiaojing did nothing wrong, it's my brother's fault. "

"Brother is good, everything is good." The voice was muffled, with a little milky sound.

Hearing his words, Song Wanzhou felt even more uncomfortable, his nose was sore, his eyes were filled with water at some point, blurring his vision: "Is it okay if brother let you down?"

Song Jingjing nodded, and put Song Wanzhou's hand on his chest: "Did brother feel it? I didn't lie to you."

Under the warm touch, the steady and powerful heartbeat and the sound of the clock hanging on the wall unexpectedly coincided, 'bang-bang-bang', like heavy petals blooming in the middle of the night, the air flows, someone is asleep, but Song Wanzhou just woke up.

Song Jing let go of his hand and took half a step back: "Brother, don't you believe me?"

"Letter." Song Wanzhou stepped forward, hugged Song Jing lightly, blinked his eyelashes, and crystal clear tears fell down, "Brother letter."

The corners of Song Jing's mouth raised, rubbed against each other, and said excitedly: "Then brother, don't ignore me from now on, okay?"

"it is good."

Song Jing's room was empty, with only mattresses, no extra sheets and quilt covers.Lying on the sofa, blinking his eyes, he waved his hands: "Brother, go to bed, good night."

Song Wanzhou was funny and helpless, wiped the blood on Song Jing's calf with a wet tissue, and covered him with the quilt: "If it's cold, wake up brother, I'll change with you."

He opened the bedroom door specially, and half of the sofa could be seen at the end of the bed. Song Jing turned his back to him, tossing and turning, sleeping uncomfortably.

After waiting for a while, Song Jing didn't cry out for the cold, nor did he come to call him. Song Wanzhou sat on the bed with his eyes open, not feeling sleepy.

Late at night is not the best time to think. When all the negative emotions come to mind, you can't list them one by one.

Usually Song Jing would pester him to sleep together, but today he seemed to have noticed his avoidance, and before he could speak, he offered to spend the night on the sofa, his mouth was careless, but his eyes were full of disappointment.

Song Wanzhou looked at the quiet back not far away, lowered his eyes, and couldn't help wondering if he really thought too much, and now it hurt Song Jing's heart instead.

I didn't sleep all night, and I didn't feel a little tired until it was almost five o'clock.As soon as he closed his eyes, Song Jing's lost appearance immediately appeared in front of his eyes, no matter how many times he repeated it, he couldn't shake it off.

Guilt tormented his spirit.

Going lightly to the living room, Song Jing has turned over and is lying on the sofa, his slender body can't be stretched, one leg is half hanging in the air, and the quilt that covered him when he got up in the middle of the night slipped to the ground, Song Jing curled up Rubbing her body, as if feeling cold and feeling insecure, she hugged the pillow tightly.

It was still early, and he couldn't bear to wake him up, Song Wanzhou gently picked up the quilt from the ground, covered him again, sat on the ground, and watched his brother sleep soundly.

Song Wanzhou smiled silently, looked at his brows that were tightly frowned even in sleep, and guessed why he was unhappy in his dream because of something.

It was getting brighter, and the soft light of the morning illuminated the whole room.Just about to stand up, the sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Song Wanzhou's hand, and said in a voice hoarse after catching a cold, "Brother, good morning."

"Aren't you happy today?"

Song Wanzhou sighed, it was a complete compromise, he shook Song Jing's hand comfortingly, and pulled him up from the sofa: "Go to my bed and sleep for a while, I'll go out and buy breakfast."

"Brother finally paid attention to me." Song Jing showed surprise, the corners of his mouth raised high, like a child who got candy early in the morning, and excitedly followed behind Song Wanzhou, "So can I sleep with my brother?" ?”

"Xiaojing." Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, "When you grow up, you shouldn't still sleep with your brother, others will laugh at you. When you get home later, bring the extra sheets, so you don't have to sleep with him Crowded on the sofa."

Song Jing stopped Song Wanzhou unhappily: "Who is joking? Is someone talking nonsense again?"

"Brother just said, don't be unhappy, no one is laughing at you." Song Wanzhou perfunctory, drove Song Jing to the bedroom, took the key and went out by himself.

Carrying the buns and soy milk back, I thought Song Jing was still sleeping, but when I entered the door, I found that someone was already awake, and I didn't know who I was talking to on the balcony.

Seeing Song Wanzhou come back, he immediately hung up the phone, walked over to catch the breakfast, and opened the seasoning packet.

"Who are you calling?" Song Wanzhou took out Song Jing's favorite meat buns and put them on his plate.

Song Jing took one bite at a time and rummaged through the remaining steamed buns: "Scam call. Brother, why didn't you buy your favorite bean sprout buns?"

"There is nothing to sell at the gate of the community." Song Jing is not picky about food, as long as he can eat, he doesn't care.

Song Jing was taken aback, saying that he would go shopping tomorrow.

Song Wanzhou only thought he was joking, and said with a smile: "This is the only one around, and you have to walk a long way to see the second one. Can Xiaojing get up in the morning?"

Song Jing winked and said mysteriously, "Brother, I have a car."

Song Wanzhou cooperated with him and asked in surprise, "What car?"

Divide the last meat bun into two, put it on Song Wanzhou's plate, put the rest in his mouth, and whispered, "Bicycle."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, Song Wanzhou frowned slightly: "Where did you get the bicycle?"

Song Jing said lightly, "I bought it."

Seeing that Song Wanzhou still didn't believe it, after washing the dishes, Song Jing called Song Wanzhou to look at the car together.

Song Wanzhou followed Song Jing half-believingly, and there was a [-]% new mountain bike parked at the entrance of the corridor downstairs of the residents, and he didn't notice it at all last night.A few letters were newly sprayed on the frame with paint to block the original trademark. There were obvious traces of modification, a rear seat was added, and the chainring of the transmission system was also replaced with a hollow type.

Song Wanzhou from the brake performance inspection to the tire aging, [-]% new is overestimated, and the degree of wear of the parts has been used for at least one year.Worried that Song Jing was tricked by someone and mistakenly bought an old car as a new one, he tentatively asked, "You just bought it?"

Song Jingjing nodded, and patted the rear seat cushion proudly: "I just bought it. It's a new car. The boss also added the back seat for me. I'm very enthusiastic."

The last thing Song Wanzhou wanted happened. He moved his mouth, trying not to dampen Song Jing's enthusiasm, changed the subject, and asked softly, "Why do you want to buy a car?"

"Brother, I promised to take you to school and buy breakfast. If I don't have a car, I won't be able to make it in time." Song Jing looked at Song Wanzhou with deep eyes and focused attention, "I've paid for this month's living expenses."

Although Song Wanzhou and Song Jing both have to go home every week, Song Kuanyu directly gives them living expenses and pocket money at the beginning of the month, allowing them to allocate them reasonably, and they can ask for more when they run out, but it must be made clear that all the money is spent. Where did it go.

At the beginning of the month, Song Jing spent all his money on bicycles.

Song Jing lowered his eyes and said with little confidence: "The rest of the day can only depend on my brother. If my brother doesn't eat with me, I will only be hungry."

Song Wanzhou shook his head helplessly. Song Jing was indeed still a child, and he didn't care about financial strength when buying things. He must have bought them without telling Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen. If he asked for more money, Song Jing would definitely not want to.

After promising not to tell his parents, Song Wanzhou quietly asked him how much the price was. Song Jing took his hand and wrote a '4' on his palm.

Not four hundred, but four thousand.

Song Wanzhou was so shocked that he couldn't speak, their pocket money was only [-], and Song Jing actually paid twice the pocket money, and was tricked into buying a second-hand mountain bike, thinking it was a new car.

Usually he is not a person who knows how to save money, he spends as much as he has, and the extra two thousand is definitely not his own money.

"Where did the rest of the money come from?"

Song Jing pursed his lips lightly: "I borrowed it, and I will give it to him next month."

"So next month I have to rely on my brother."

Song Wanzhou still wanted to ask something, but thinking of Song Jing was also sincere, his sincere eyes made it impossible to say anything accusatory, and he sighed silently, so he could only plan how to support two people with his own living expenses.

You can't tell the parents, there is no other way but to save as much as possible.

"Xiaojing, let's have lunch at home from now on."

Song Jing said excitedly: "Then I'll pick up my brother."

Looking at the Jiji in his eyes, Song Wanzhou couldn't say no, so he could only nod his head lightly, which was regarded as his agreement.

Pushing the cart outside, the two of them prepared to go back to the old house.

"Brother, I'll take you." Walking to the entrance of the community, Song Jing got into the car first, and turned around to greet Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou himself does not know how to ride a bicycle, nor has he ever sat on the back seat of a bicycle, so he is a little hesitant.

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll just slow down."

It would not be possible for Song Jing to ride back, he took a taxi.

Song Wanzhou took a deep breath, supported the tilted body, and slowly sat up with his legs apart.

Holding the iron frame of the back seat, before he was ready, Song Jing pedaled directly, riding harder and harder, and the bicycle shook slightly.

When he hit a stone, with a jerk, Song Wanzhou let go of his hand in shock.

"Brother hold me tight and speed up."

There was a downhill road ahead, Song Wanzhou's heart beat faster, he wrapped his arms around Song Jing's waist tightly, leaned his face against his back, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiaojing, slow down."

The downhill road couldn't slow down, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Song Wanzhou didn't dare to let go of his hand.

Song Jing held the car with one hand, and brought Song Wanzhou's hand inward. The broken hair on his forehead was lifted by the wind, and the corners of his raised lips had never been flattened since the beginning. He opened and closed his mouth and said softly. In a word.

The wind was too strong, and the nervous Song Wanzhou didn't hear a word.