paranoia

Song Wanzhou's heart beat a beat slower, his brows were lightly drawn, his eyes were lowered, and he said flatly, "Xiaojing is not Jack, and you won't die either."

"You'll meet the person you love the most, not necessarily Ennis," he added.

Song Jing stood behind Song Wanzhou, pulled off his wrinkled hat, lowered his head slightly, pressed close to Song Wanzhou's cheek, turned his head, and said softly: "If I leave with others, what will Ennis do?" What? He's so lonely."

The boy's warm breath sprayed on his eardrums, Song Wanzhou felt itchy, took a few steps forward, and said flatly, "Ennis will have the life he should live."

The redundant disputes are meaningless, Song Wanzhou is not Ennis, Song Jing is not Jack, they are just a pair of ordinary brothers.

A brother who is not his own, but closer than his own.

Song Jing took the initiative to change the subject, put away his aggressive tone, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "Brother, are you hungry? I made a restaurant reservation online."

Song Jingming obviously doesn't like sweets, but most of the caramel-flavored popcorn he bought just now was fed into Song Wanzhou's stomach. No appetite.Today was to play with Song Jing, since he was hungry and wanted to eat, so it was natural to go with him and eat less.

"Brother, hold this." Song Jing suddenly stopped, leaned in front of Song Wanzhou, and pulled the shoulder bag strap on his chest, "Didn't you say that I will be a brother for a day, I want to lead my brother along."

Song Wanzhou's fingers on his side moved slightly, looking at Song Jing's expectant look, not knowing what kind of evil he was, but he still grabbed Song Jing's shoulder strap.

Song Jing smiled contentedly, took Song Wanzhou out, and said lightly, "Brother, don't let go." From time to time, he turned his head to see if Song Wanzhou's hand was still holding on to his shoulder strap, "Brother, don't let go." It's okay, I'll take you back."

Walking back to the bustling street from the quiet alley, there are more pedestrians on the street, and they always pass by with their heads down. Song Wanzhou's hands holding the shoulder straps are tightened. Felt like they were looking at him and Soo Kyung, and the hand he put on Soo Kyung.His back was itchy and he didn't dare to turn his head back. He was a little restrained, his palms were sweating, his lips were dry, he pursed his lips lightly, and simply lowered his head and followed Song Jing.

If I had known that he was in the car, I shouldn't have agreed to Song Jing's request, saying that I want to switch roles for a day, so that he can also enjoy the fun of being a younger brother.

Song Wanzhou only thought that Song Jing was joking, but he never expected that he would actually follow through on everything he said, asking for his opinion on everything first.Apart from still calling him brother, he really treats his younger brother like a child, and wants to lead him away. I really don't know if he is afraid that Song Wanzhou will feel insecure, or he himself will feel insecure.Song Wanzhou didn't feel any fun, but felt a little awkward. He was used to taking care of Song Jing unilaterally from the perspective of his brother, but it was strange to let him suddenly feel his usual behavior from the perspective of Song Jing. He felt that Song Jing had overdone everything, and even his eyes were not quite right. There were too many emotions in it that he couldn't understand.

"Xiaojing," Song Wanzhou felt a little uneasy, his eyes swayed, his lips trembled slightly, "Are you..."

is it something?Too much?Still too weird?

Song Wanzhou couldn't ask, because Song Jing's lost and sad expression that night was engraved in his mind for a long time, and he couldn't get rid of it for a long time. Recently, he always recalled that scene, pondering what Song Jing said when he came out of the closet.

For a moment, he even thought, if he was also gay, would he casually tell the people around him like Song Jing?Does he dare?Or does he dare to face incomprehensible eyes?

Especially after watching "Brokeback Mountain", he blamed him for having a strong sense of substitution, and dared not revisit the ending a second time, but the sense of reality of the plot made him unforgettable.

The road Song Jing chose was too difficult, and the living environment was such that both sides of the road were full of thorns, and even the voice of support was minimal.He can now be regarded as the only insider and supporter of Song Jing's sexual orientation. Song Jing's personality is sensitive and changeable, and it is hard to confide his thoughts to him like before. people push

further away.

If possible, Song Wanzhou is willing to stand up to all criticisms for Song Jing. This is what he should do. He owes Song Jing and the entire Song family.

Song Jing turned around, "What's wrong, brother?" Don't pay attention to Song Wanzhou's wind-blown hair, lowered his voice, a little lonely, "You don't seem to be very happy? Are you not satisfied? Or I didn't dress up well. Your role?"

His eyes were full of sincerity, and his eyes met. Song Wanzhou moved his eyes away first, and said softly: "It's nothing, I'm hungry, I want to ask if you've arrived."

Song Jing can do whatever he wants, as long as he is with him.

"Here we are," Song Jing pointed forward, "here."

Looking from a distance, there are a few big words 'Hutaoli' on the wooden shop sign. It doesn't look like a restaurant, but it looks a bit like a bar. Standing outside, you can hear bursts of music, and there seems to be a band singing inside.

"Xiaojing, isn't this a bar?"

Song Wanzhou nodded, and led the people inside: "It's not what my brother thinks, it's also a restaurant inside."

There is a waiter in uniform at the door, no need to ask, just look at the two of them, walk in front, and guide them to a seat.

It was the first time Song Wanzhou came to this kind of restaurant, and sat side by side with Song Jing on a wooden bench in the corner.Unlike Song Jing's naturalness, his eyes are erratic, and he looks around with his mouth pursed. The walls are decorated with various wine bottles. Even at noon, the lights inside are still relatively dim. There are old-fashioned hanging lamps on the wall. For decoration, the light beams of the whole venue are all on the stage located in the south.

The song I listened to when I came in has been played, there is no gap, and I cut to the next one.

In addition to eating, most of the customers mainly enjoy the relaxed and cozy atmosphere inside. Order a glass of non-alcoholic cocktail to get a whole afternoon of leisure time.

Song Jing held the menu and asked Song Wanzhou: "What do you want to eat, brother?"

After watching for a long time, he only ordered a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling water for the two of them.

Looking away, Song Wanzhou took a sip of lemonade, smiled slightly and said, "Eat what you want, I'm not very hungry yet."

Asking Song Jing to follow his ideas, the dishes served were all Song Wanzhou's usual favorite dishes. Song Jing was not picky about eating, even if it was pineapple sweet and sour pork, he still got a piece of it.Mingming saw his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he smiled at Song Wanzhou and said it was delicious.

The resident band seems to be quite famous. Many people don’t eat and just sit in the audience to listen to their singing. Song Wanzhou doesn’t have much research on pop music. He usually listens to it from Song Jing. I can only ask Song Jing.

Wipe off the sweet sauce on the meat and give it to Song Jing, and said lightly: "Xiao Jing, do you know them?"

"Brother, do you want to go on stage?" Song Jing deliberately listened and said with a smile.

Song Wanzhou frowned, tapped the back of Song Jing's hand with the end of his chopsticks, and said angrily, "I'm joking with brother again."

"No, I'm asking seriously."

Song Wanzhou shook his head: "It's not suitable for me."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Song Jing made more effort, and curled his mouth, "Brother, can't you come with me? I also want to be on stage."

Song Jing started acting coquettishly again, coaxing him, Song Wanzhou couldn't hold back his babbling, so he let go: "It counts as I accompany you, don't think brother is ashamed."

Song Jing called the waiter, "Excuse me," pointing to himself and Song Wanzhou, "Can we go on stage?"

The waiter smiled and arranged for them.

The atmosphere in Hutaoli is relatively good. Some people volunteered to perform on stage, even half-grown children. Naturally, there will be a supportive audience waiting patiently for them to choose a song.

Song Jing handed the phone to the waiter and asked him to help record a video.

The resident band withdrew the lead singer and keyboard player, and Song Wanzhou was incomplete, so he could only serve as an accompaniment for Song Jing.It was also the first time for him to touch an electronic keyboard, and after trying out the feel for a while, he gestured to Song Jing to indicate that he was ready.

Song Wanzhou participated in competitions when he was a child and often went on stage, so he didn't suffer from stage fright, but seeing Song Jing's confident appearance was a bit emotional.The two brothers took the stage together for the first time in public.

When he practiced the piano, Song Jing also loved to babble beside him. After the competition, he was also the first to run on stage to give himself flowers. Singing.

Song Jing has passed the voice change period, and his voice is lower than that of his peers. When singing, his eyes are slightly lowered, and he is not nervous at all.He sang the ending song of "Brokeback Mountain", and his pronunciation was very accurate. From time to time, he turned his head and smiled at Song Wanzhou, perhaps to show off to him, and Song Wanzhou returned his faint smile.

Amid the applause of the audience, the two stepped off the stage to check out and leave.

Song Jing looked at the phone repeatedly, with a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising: "Brother, is it fun?"

From the perspective of the performance itself, Song Wanzhou enjoyed it quite a bit. Although he had only heard the song "He Was A Friend Mine" once, there was a score online, and there were no mistakes.

After dinner, Song Jing took Song Wanzhou to go shopping again. He had nothing to buy, so he took two cups of milk tea and walked around the commercial street, pestering Song Wanzhou to tell him about the school.

On the way home, Song Wanzhou's legs went limp, but Song Jing was still full of energy. He didn't exercise too much, so he couldn't compare to the younger Song Jing.

"Where did the two of you children go without saying a word, and you can't get through the phone." Guan Zhiwen was standing at the door of the house, saw the two people walking from a distance, and reproached softly.

Song Jing naturally put his arms around Song Wanzhou's shoulders, and said with a smile, "I pestered my brother to play outside all day."

Guan Zhiwen patted Song Jing on the back and asked him to let go: "Did you pester your brother to buy you something again?"

Song Wanzhou shook his head and smiled faintly: "No."

Seeing the two brothers reconciled, Guan Zhiwen was very relieved, and deliberately said: "After you two brothers reconciled, you have learned to protect each other, right?"

Song Wanzhou glanced at Song Jing, and found that the other party was also looking at him, and quietly moved his eyes away without making a sound.

After dinner and packing, Song Kuanyu sent the two brothers back to the rental house.

After the evening self-study, Song Jing took Song Wanzhou to eat barbecue outside the community.

Song Wanzhou suddenly thought that Song Jing, who was usually invisible all day long, had been with him all day, "Xiao Jing, don't you play with your friends?"

"But I just want to be with my brother." Song Jing pushed the peeled shrimp on the plate to Song Wanzhou. Xingguang, "I promised my parents to take care of my brother."

"My parents are watching from the sky, brother, I will not break the contract."

"One day, I will take off the starlight and show it to you."