paranoia

"I named the seed, hope.-"

After Guan Zhiwen finished making the phone call, the three of them came to the waiting area. Song Kuanyu said someone was coming to pick him up, and he saw a silver Ferrari passing by, then backed up and rolled down the window, revealing half a piece of paper with a coffee bag. With a face in black sunglasses, he yelled crisply: "Brother!"

"Why did you drive this car?" Song Kuanyu looked at the sporty sports car parked in front of him, frowned, with a sense of reproach, "Show off."

The strange woman opened the car door, and the early morning wind blew up her thin coat, revealing her hot figure inside. A pair of square-framed sunglasses covered most of her face, and her red lips smiled lightly, blowing her face away from the wind. With messy hair pinned behind her ears, she stepped on a pair of red high-heeled shoes 'da da da' and walked towards them.

"When did you dye your hair?" Song Kuanyu handed Song Wanzhou to Guan Zhiwen, opened the trunk and began to move the luggage into it, "I started acting like a demon as soon as I left? Does mom know? Song Raoshuang, your skin is itchy again right?!"

The person who was called took off his sunglasses and pinned it to his chest without any haste, took Guan Zhiwen's arm familiarly, blew a kiss to her, and said lazily, "Isn't this waiting for you to go back with your sister-in-law~ This is Yang Yang ?”

Guan Zhiwen held Song Wanzhou in his arms, looked at Song Raoshuang's newly dyed silver-gray hair, and jokingly said, "Yangyang sees that you, Sister Shuang'er, are beautiful again, so you broke up with the big star from last time?"

Song Raoshuang snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Smelly scumbag, I don't deserve to dump him, but sister-in-law is better for Shuang'er~"

After making sure the trunk was closed, Song Kuanyu spread his hands and said, "Don't be poor, give me the key."

The road back to the old house will take more than two hours at least, plus it is early in the morning, Song Kuanyu is worried about letting Song Raoshuang, a novice, drive for such a long time, it is better for him to drive for the sake of safety.

Song Wanzhou was arranged to sit in the back seat with Guan Zhiwen. From the very beginning, she was a little restless, twitching her fingers awkwardly, secretly looking at the young woman sitting in the front passenger seat who was chatting with Song Kuanyu.

Guan Zhiwen put away his phone, looked up at Song Wanzhou, and said softly, "What's wrong with Yangyang? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you still want to go to the toilet?"

"I don't want to go to the toilet." Song Wanzhou put the little hand on his lap neatly, his back was straight, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he was secretly sizing up Song Raoshuang.

"Afraid of me?" Song Raoshuang took off the blindfold, turned his head and stared at Song Wanzhou's disturbed little face after being exposed with interest, "Am I scary?"

Song Wanzhou blushed, waved his hands quickly, and said in a panic, "No, no! It's my sister-in-law who is too beautiful."

For a while, the three adults in the car were all amused. Song Kuanyu caught a glimpse of Song Wanzhou's blushing face from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help adding a sentence: "Yangyang didn't look like this when he saw his mother." Shy, is it because my mother is not a beauty?"

Guan Zhiwen received the signal from Song Kuanyu, deliberately covered his face with his mobile phone, his tone changed and he began to choke aside, snorting and said: "Yangyang really dislikes mom, it's all because she's not pretty enough, Yangyang Yang doesn't even praise mom, woo woo woo woo."

Song Wanzhou panicked for a moment, his face became even redder, he waved his hands in the air randomly, and explained anxiously: "No, no, mother is beautiful, sister-in-law is also beautiful, Yang Yang likes mother the most."

Song Raoshuang said coldly, "Then you don't like me?"

"I like it, I like it." Song Wanzhou was teased so much that he was about to cry, with his mouth curled up in unspeakable grievance.

Seeing that Song Wanzhou's face turned pale with fright, Guan Zhiwen took a look at Song Kuanyu, the instigator, and quickly smiled and hugged him in his arms: "Oh, oh, Yangyang is not wronged, mom and sister-in-law are teasing you. Blame dad, mom will beat him for you."

Occasionally, Song Kuanyu, who was a good showman, was hammered twice by Guan Zhiwen viciously. He was honest and drove his car peacefully.

"Sister-in-law," after dripping two drops of eye drops, Song Raoshuang raised his head, his gray-stained long straight hair slid down the armchair, he closed his eyes and thought about how to speak, "Did you tell Yang Yang about Xiaojing? "

"I went to get in touch with Yangyang, and I forgot about it!" Guan Zhiwen scratched his hair angrily, tilted his head and looked at Song Wanzhou who was full of doubts in apology, "Mom originally asked for help before boarding the plane." I told you something, but I forgot."

Song Wanzhou played with his fidgety fingers, and spoke as calmly as possible: "What's the matter?"

Guan Zhiwen suddenly remembered when he first met Song Wanzhou, he changed the subject and said mysteriously: "Secret, we will know when Yang Yang arrives."

Song Wanzhou was so tormented by Guan Zhiwen's secret that he couldn't fall asleep in the car with his eyes closed, so he simply opened his eyes and looked outside the car.

The gray sky didn't even have a single star. Song Wanzhou lowered his head in frustration when he couldn't see his grandma and parents today.

Song Raoshuang hadn't slept all this time, seeing Song Wanzhou lying on the window in a daze, asked curiously, "Why didn't you sleep?"

"Sister," Song Wanzhou's face was covered by the loose long hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly, "Have you seen the stars? Do you believe that dead people can become stars?"

Song Raoshuang thought for three seconds, nodded, took out a Christmas tree keychain from his bag and handed it to Song Wanzhou, and said flatly: "This is a gift from the most important person ever to me." The last gift for me, I take it out every time I think of him."

Song Wanzhou cherished the keychain, fearing that it would be broken accidentally, he asked cautiously, "Where did he go?"

"Oh, he hasn't been born yet, hahahahahahaha," Song Raoshuang succeeded in teasing Song Wanzhou again, and sighed in a pretentious manner, "Baby, my sister-in-law, I'm destined to be single for the rest of my life."

Song Wanzhou returned the keychain to Song Raoshuang again, not being affected by her joke at all, she curled her lips to speak up for her: "How can my sister be so beautiful?"

Song Raoshuang glanced up and down at Song Wanzhou, then stretched out his hands to pinch his tender cheeks and tugged at him with mischief, and said pointedly: "You will know later, being beautiful is not a good thing."

"Okay, don't tease the children, put on your hat and live longer." Song Kuanyu saw the brightly lit old house from a distance, slowed down the speed of the car, called Guan Zhiwen who was asleep, and went out of the glove box He pulled out a black baseball cap and put it on Song Raoshuang's flamboyant hair.

After parking the car outside the villa, Song Kuanyu got out of the car first to get the luggage, and Song Raoshuang also went down to help.

"Yangyang, don't be nervous," Guan Zhiwen smiled, gently stroking Song Wanzhou's restless little head, "Do you want your mother to hug you?"

Song Wanzhou said that he was not nervous, his palms were already sweating while clutching his trousers, and he followed Guan Zhiwen slowly and got out of the car.

"Mom?" Song Wanzhou walked at the end, stepping on the stone steps in the courtyard step by step, pausing after each step, "Will grandma like me?"

Song Wanzhou has never met his own grandma, and grandma said that his father has never seen it either, so he doesn't know if grandma is the same as grandma, who would smile at him gently and hide a piece of delicious chocolate biscuit for him without telling his parents .

Guan Zhiwen deliberately stopped in place and waited for Song Wanzhou to come over slowly, took his sweaty little hand, and said softly: "Yangyang, don't worry, grandma will like you, and there will be more and more in the future." People like you."

The further you go, the brighter the light.

Song Wanzhou saw an old woman standing at the door from a distance, who seemed to be holding something in her arms, and was waving in their direction.

When he got closer, he realized that he was holding a sleeping baby in his arms.