paranoia

In the quiet night, dim stars flickered faintly in the dark night sky.

After eating supper at the door, it was almost early morning. Most of the residents in the community were teachers and family members of the surrounding schools. They returned home early. A wall separated the two worlds. The bustling nightlife outside was no longer there. Inside the community, it was as usual. It was so quiet, only the street lamps for company.The cool October breeze brushed past the treetops, leaving only the rustling sound echoing the footsteps of the two on the stone brick road.

Song Jing walked in front with Song Wanzhou's schoolbag on his back, and Song Wanzhou followed him quietly by stepping on the shadow keeping a half-step distance.On both sides of the path, which is only one person wide, there are fish ponds full of water. The water surface is covered with yellow and green algae. Occasionally, one or two swimming fish emerge from the water surface.

Song Jing stood still, without looking back, raised his face to face the moonlight, casting a shadow, and whispered: "Brother."

A deep voice broke the silence of the night.

"Well, what's the matter?" Song Wanzhou also stopped and replied softly.

"Brother," Song Jing suddenly put the bag on his chest, squatted down, buried his head, and smiled, "Let me carry you."

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, lowered his eyelids slightly, quietly looked at Song Jing who was squatting in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Why do you want to carry me all of a sudden?"

"I suddenly want to carry my brother, can't I?" Song Jing kept squatting and turned around, then turned back, his smile deepened, and there seemed to be vast stars in his eyes under the moonlight, "When you were young, you always carried me and hugged me , as your younger brother today, I should also fulfill my brother's duties and take good care of you. I want to hug you, but you definitely don't agree, so I have to carry you on my back."

Not understanding what Song Jing's behavior was, Song Wanzhou looked embarrassed, thinking about how to refuse.

"Xiaojing, my elder brother is such an adult, and if he asks my younger brother to recite it, others will laugh at him."

"Brother, there is no one at night, so I won't be seen."

"I'm heavy, you can't carry it on your back."

"I am much stronger than my brother, and my mother also said that my brother should eat more."

"You will be very tired if you have to climb the stairs later."

"Then come down before climbing the stairs."

...

Song Jing was stuck in the middle of the path, and no matter what Song Wanzhou said to refuse, he could go around with a smile, but his tone was undeniable.

Song Wanzhou couldn't exhaust him, and it wasn't appropriate for the two of them to be stuck in a stalemate on the road. He shook his head, sighed, and said helplessly, "Then Xiaojing, don't think too much of brother." Holding his neck, not relaxing at all, quietly exerting force on his waist, lying on Song Jing's body, "Let me carry the schoolbag."

"No need," Song Jing circled Song Wanzhou's thighs and stood up effortlessly. He deliberately turned upside down, causing Song Wanzhou who was caught off guard to lose gravity. There was a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, "Brother, why are you so light, didn't you eat at school? My back hurts because of my bones."

Song Wanzhou patted Song Jing's back lightly, frowned slightly, half-doubted, and reproached in a low voice, "How can you be so exaggerated."

"No?" Song Jing shook his body deliberately like a prank child, and said with a smile.

"No."

Song Jing walked back deeply and shallowly, even at the top of the stairs, he didn't let him down, and tightened his hands around Song Wanzhou's legs: "Brother, hold on tight, if you fall down, you won't be able to go to school tomorrow."

No matter how strong Song Jing was, it was impossible for him to climb up to the fifth floor carrying Song Wanzhou, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, at one go. His steps became slower and slower, and he could hear heavy panting.

Song Wanzhou frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck, persuading him in a low voice: "That's enough, brother has felt your heart, put me down, and don't need a small background."

"Brother, this is just the beginning."

Song Jing panted heavily, walked slowly but insisted on not stopping, took a deep breath every time he turned a corner, held his breath and continued to climb.

Song Wanzhou was not put down until the door of the house, exhausted

Leaning on him with all her strength, she grinned and showed her teeth: "Brother, is it fun?"

"Almost fell, is it fun?"

Song Wanzhou didn't think it was fun at all. On the contrary, his whole heart was hanging in the air, following Song Jing's heavy breath, he danced so frighteningly, worried that if Song Jing staggered a little, the two of them would fall from the stairs. go down.No matter what posture he took, Song Jing would be injured.

Song Jing was young, he took a breath and came back, smiled and went to take a bath: "But I think it's fun to carry my brother, and I want it next time."

Bringing a new quilt cover from home, Song Jing no longer has any reason to pester Song Wanzhou to sleep together.

Song Wanzhou made the bed for him, ironed the school uniform to be worn on Monday, and under Song Jing's repeated assurances and pleadings, he helplessly solved the unfinished weekend homework for him until 02:30 in the morning , is the end of the day.

Before going to sleep, Song Jing stopped Song Wanzhou who was about to leave his room, his eyes met, there was starlight in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he lowered his voice: "Brother, are you happy today?"

Song Wanzhou nodded, pursed his lips and said softly, "Happy."

Today is naturally happy. Song Wanzhou has not spent the weekend in such a comfortable way for a long time. All distracting thoughts are left behind. He just needs to follow behind Song Jing who has already arranged everything, doing what he didn't have the opportunity or time to do in the past to his heart's content. There is nothing for him to worry about.Even though he accused Song Jing of being reckless and reckless when he was blowing his hair, he admitted that he was happy that Song Jing could carry him.Sticking against Song Jing's thick back, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes, he felt infinitely moved. It turns out that his younger brother has grown into a man unknowingly.

"Brother, do you think we can be together forever like today?"

Song Wanzhou didn't understand what he meant. They were brothers, so they would naturally live together for the rest of their lives. Even if they didn't live together in the future, they would often move around.If Song Jing is willing, they can also exchange identities by chance, like today, let Song Jing play the elder brother, and he will play the younger brother.He frowned slightly, nodded, and asked puzzledly, "Don't Xiaojing want to live with his brother?"

"I just want to live with my brother." Song Jing smiled, withdrew his hand in front of Song Wanzhou, lowered his head slightly, and rested it on Song Wanzhou's shoulder, smiling so that his beautiful red phoenix eyes curled up, "Brother ,very nice."

"Xiao Jing is also very good."

With Song Jing's breath on his body, Song Wanzhou lay on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

The scene in the dream was the same as last night, and the picture kept flashing back to when he was a child. The difference was that today there was a man standing beside him. Through the thick fog, his face could not be seen clearly. I feel that the man holding him is his younger brother, Song Jing, but Song Jing has grown up, but he has become smaller, so small that Song Jing needs to bend down to hold him.

Song Jinghan said nothing, and led Song Wanzhou from the time his parents left to the time his grandma left. He no longer felt grief and despair in his heart. Instead, it was as if a warm current flowed into his heart. He could smile and wave to his departed relatives. Make an appointment to meet early in the next life.

In the dream, Song Wanzhou could also feel the warmth of Song Jing's palm, tightly wrapping his fleshy little hand, his dream was no longer black and white, as the thick fog covering Song Jing's face dissipated for a moment , he finally heard Song Jing's voice.

Song Jing leaned down, pressed against his ear, and whispered, "Brother..."

Song Wanzhou's body was stiff and he couldn't move. He could only feel Song Jing's lips opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he said next.

The bell rang at 07:30 on time, and Song Wanzhou woke up.

He sat up from the bed. The door of Song Jing's bedroom was wide open, but he didn't hear any movement. He got up and saw that the quilt had been folded, and he had already gone out.

Song Wanzhou hasn't recovered from the dream yet, and while he hasn't forgotten the details, he thinks about what Song Jing said in the second half of the sentence, why the scratching/itching sensation in his ear is so real, as if someone really fell asleep under him and breathed into his ear.

When Song Jing came back with breakfast, Song Wanzhou was still sitting on his bed in a daze, with a blank expression

, as if not waking up.

"Brother, are you still awake?"

Song Wanzhou shook his head, his hazy eyes gradually cleared up, he ate his breakfast, and asked casually, "Did Xiaojing come to my room just now?"

Song Jing's left index finger holding the bowl trembled, and without showing any signs of expression, he smiled and said, "Why do you ask me that? You want me to blow your breath when I go out in the morning, and tell you?"

Life is just normal, Song Jing is still the same, he is not up to date, he is mysterious and doesn't know what he is doing. From time to time, he will tell Song Wanzhou that he will go back later, but he still keeps his promise, breakfast is all included, and he will take Song Wanzhou there on time. Going to school, she was the first one to stand at the school gate and wait for Song Wanzhou to leave school.

Sometimes after sending Song Wanzhou home at night, he would go out for a trip, and would not stay out overnight, always rushing back before Song Wanzhou went to bed, sweating profusely.

Song Wanzhou would not interfere too much with Song Jing's private life, and occasionally couldn't help but worry, and would ask him if he had gone to fight or made friends.

Song Jing shook his head, denied all of Song Wanzhou's conjectures, did not reveal anything, just smiled and said, "Secret."

Song Jing stayed at home when he didn't go out at night, and asked Song Wanzhou to help him with his homework. What puzzled Song Wanzhou was that Song Jing's books were always new, and they didn't even have their names. They didn't seem like they were issued by the school. , it looks a bit like a new one.

The day before Song Wanzhou's birthday, Song Jing didn't go out. Song Wanzhou explained to Song Jing the math test papers of the weekly exam in Song Jing's room. Looking back and forth, he found that the red crosses were indeed much less than before, but some places were really wrong. , the relatively difficult geometric analysis questions are answered smoothly, and the results are correct. On the contrary, the simple multiple-choice questions without calculation amount are ridiculously wrong.

Song Jing raised his head suddenly, twirling the pencil, and asked the question he had asked before again.

"Brother, where do you want to go to college?"