paranoia

In fact, Song Wanzhou had never thought about the future, he had already rejected Guan Zhiwen's proposal to let him study abroad.His grades are not bad, but they are not top-notch in the second middle school where there are many talents.

He does not covet grand ambitions, he is just an ordinary person who wants to go to an ordinary university, find an ordinary job after graduation, take care of his family, and live an ordinary life.

A flat talk is Song Wanzhou's only request.

"I don't know," Song Wanzhou's hand holding the test paper froze, his eyes drooped, and his mouth pursed involuntarily, "Anywhere is fine."

Hearing Song Wanzhou's uncertain answer, this time Song Jing didn't get angry anymore, stopped the pen he was spinning, and said with a seemingly calm smile, "Since brother doesn't know, why don't you come with me? "

The ending sound rose, as if begging for a positive reply.

"Together?" Song Wanzhou's slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and doubts appeared in his eyes, "Is there somewhere Xiaojing wants to go?"

Song Jing never expressed his thoughts at home, even if Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen asked them, Song Jing would always say 'I don't know', 'Whatever', 'It's okay', and never gave a serious answer Pass.

Song Jing tilted his head and looked at Song Jing intently. There was a little light in his dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth were subtly hooked, "There is a place I want to go."

Burned by Song Jing's overly serious gaze, Song Wanzhou slightly moved his eyes away, and softly asked, "Where?"

"Brother guess it yourself." Song Jing said with a smile.

Song Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been poked into a joke, and said with a faint smile, "How could brother guess?"

"I will always guess," Song Jing leaned on the chair wearily, stretched out his hand and twirled Song Wanzhou's hair hanging on his shoulders habitually, "Brother wants to be a doctor, then go to Beijing, I want to go too Come with me, okay?" The soft hair wrapped around his fingers made Song Jing's restless heart soften, "I want to go to Beijing to learn acting in the future, and my brother will accompany me when the time comes, is that okay?"

Beijing is the place where Song Wanzhou used to live. Song Jing wants to go with Song Wanzhou, walk the road he has walked, see the scenery he has seen, the nightmare that Song Wanzhou can't get rid of, buried in his heart, he Want to root out for his indecisive brother.

Hearing that Song Jing wanted to learn acting, Song Wanzhou pursed her thin lips and smiled: "The last time my brother said that I made you a star was just a joke, does Xiao Jing really want to be a star? Learning to act is very hard Yes, can Xiaojing hold on?"

Song Jing twiddled his hands, lowered his eyes, showing a sense of loss, his expression was gloomy, and he curled his lips, "Don't you think my brother doesn't want to accompany Xiao Jing? Do you think my grades are not up to standard?" The voice was a little lonely, "Or Brother's future didn't even consider me?"

"Xiao Jing is talking stupid again." Song Wanzhou put down the paper, took Song Jing's hand hanging by his side, spread it out in front of him, palm up, and covered his own palm, "Didn't brother already promise?" To stay with you all the time, we two brothers need to support each other."

Since Song Wanzhou came to the Song family, he promised the Song couple to take care of his younger brother. Now that the little glutinous rice dumpling has grown into an adult, he promised Song Jing that he would always accompany and take care of him.

The two are like seeds scattered in the soil. They were not originally born in the same tree, but they were brought to the same land by the wind, irrigated by the same rainwater, bathed in the same temperature of sunlight, and took root, sprouted, and grew branches. , grow into their own shapes, and once the upward-growing branches touch, they start to entangle, the more they struggle, the tighter the entanglement, they absorb nutrients from each other, grow and grow with each other, and depend on each other.

Song Jing's palm is a little bigger than Song Wanzhou's. Song Wanzhou's round fingertips just touched his fingertips, slightly staggered, and his slender fingers passed through the gap between Song Wanzhou's fingers. Holding Song Wanzhou's hand, he said firmly: "Then brother wait for me, I will do everything you want me to do, and I won't let you down."

The burning warmth of Song Jing's palm came from the palm of his hand. Song Wanzhou gently bent his knuckles and stuck them to the back of Song Jing's hand. You have to study hard, brother will go to Beijing to wait for you first."

With ten fingers clasped tightly and thumbs touching, the two of them made a promise.

Song Jing vowed that he would catch up with Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou promised that he would wait for Song Jing.

The alarm clock at zero o'clock rang, but Song Jing still hadn't let go of his hand, his eyes were deep and focused on the pool of water in Song Wanzhou's eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his smile went straight to his heart.

He said, "Song Wanzhou, happy birthday."

Song Wanzhou said, "Thank you."

In the morning, the first ray of sunlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the bed in the bedroom, and evenly spreads on the empty bed that has been made. The owners of the two bedrooms have already got up, wash up, eat breakfast, and prepare for school as usual.

"Well, okay, thank you mom." Song Wanzhou sat across from Song Jing, rubbed his eyelids, and yawned silently, "I'm eating breakfast, and Xiao Jing is already up. Well, he bought breakfast. Mom eats it Yet?"

Guan Zhiwen had a class for the first lecture, so he called Song Wanzhou before the class, sent his birthday wishes, and said softly: "Xiao Jing got up quite early, Mr. Song has no class in the morning, and he is still sleeping now. I didn't get up, so I asked him to call you at noon. Yangyang, is mom the first one to say happy birthday to you this year?"

For some reason, Guan Zhiwen has been stubbornly wanting to be the first to say happy birthday to Song Wanzhou, but he is not the first every year.

Song Wanzhou raised his eyes, glanced at Song Jing who was looking at his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, and said softly: "Xiao Jing said last night that my mother is the second this year, and I will call you next year. You are It's the first."

"Stinky boy, you move very fast." Guan Zhiwen said angrily.

"By the way, Mom, I might be back later tonight." Song Wanzhou fed a mouthful of steamed stuffed buns, his mouth was full of vinegar smell, and he frowned so sourly that he couldn't get up or down. He found a piece of paper and spat out the steamed stuffed buns. After taking a sip of soy milk, he finally recovered. Seeing Song Jing's smothered smile, he naturally knew who did it. He glanced at it and blamed him silently.

"I'm going to Xiaojing's school. There is a party, and Xiaojing has a program." I forgot to mention when I went home last week. I was usually busy and didn't find an opportunity. Although I didn't need to go home today, I still told Guan Zhiwen on the phone .

"Why didn't I hear Xiaojing mention it?"

"Xiao Jing may not be very embarrassed. I will record the video for you tonight." Facing Song Jing's puzzled gaze, Song Wanzhou lowered his voice and explained to him in a low voice.

Song Wanzhou hung up the phone, just as Song Jing had finished eating, he wiped his mouth, "Brother, I may not be able to spare time to pick you up at night, I will ask my friend to pick you up."

"No need." Song Wanzhou resolutely refused, not wanting to trouble outsiders.

Song Jing verbally agreed in the morning, and sent a text message to Song Wanzhou at night: [Brother, my friend is here. His name is Jiang Xinzhi. He is at the school gate. He has yellow hair and is easy to recognize. 】

The first time Song Wanzhou asked for leave, even Wu Tao was surprised and asked him if he was sick.

Song Wanzhou was really embarrassed to lie, but if he didn't lie, Wu Tao wouldn't grant leave, so he could only cough lightly with a shy face, nodded and admitted: "Yeah."

He was born fair, thin and frail, and usually honest and responsible. Wu Tao had no doubts about him, so he signed the leave slip, telling him to pay attention to safety on the way home, take medicine early, and remember to go to the hospital when he was seriously ill.

"Thank you teacher." Song Wanzhou felt deeply sorry, even the tips of his ears were red when he lied for the first time, he lowered his head and dared not speak much, for fear of being exposed.

Walking out of the school gate, there was a boy wearing a black hat facing the school gate with his back facing the school gate, a little yellow hair was exposed on the back of his head, and white earphones hung around his neck. Soot drifts in the wind.

Song Wanzhou had never met Song Jing's friends before, so he wasn't sure if the somewhat social boy in front of him was Jiang Xinzhi, so he stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Is Jiang Xinzhi?"

Jiang Xinzhi turned around and saw that it was Song Wanzhou, put away the cynicism on his face, pinched out the cigarette, and greeted with a smile: "Well, Brother Wanzhou, I am Song Jing's friend, you used to hold a parent meeting for him , seen you."

Song Wanzhou is not a person who only looks at appearances, but when Jiang Xinzhi heard him calling his brother, he felt a little weird in his heart. He didn't show it on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and smiled gently: "Call me Wanzhou." That's fine, don't be too restrictive."

Jiang Xinzhi's family car was parked not far away, and he led the way with his hands in his pockets.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, squatted down to pick up his discarded cigarette butt, wrapped it in a tissue, and followed Jiang Xinzhi quietly, waiting for a trash can before throwing it into it.

Jiang Xinzhi was very curious about Song Wanzhou. From the corner of his eye, he kept watching his every move. He saw him throwing cigarette butts into the trash can, curled up his mouth, and smiled nonchalantly, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He thought, Sure enough, they are two brothers who do the same thing.

When the two arrived, most of the party was already over, and the students who cultivated talents in the audience had a rare chance to relax. Taking advantage of the school celebration party, they were laughing, shouting, and applauding the students who performed passionately on the stage.

Song Jing's show was the last one. Song Wanzhou thought that Jiang Xinzhi would take him to find a seat in the auditorium below, but Jiang Xinzhi took him to the backstage preparation room.

Pushing open the door with the note 'Do Not Disturb', Song Wanzhou saw Song Jing resting on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Jiang Xinzhi walked over, knelt down, touched Song Jing's face affectionately, and said expressionlessly, "Brother Jing, your brother is here."

Song Wanzhou stood behind the two of them, feeling unexplainable and a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't express it, he just yelled softly: "Xiaojing."

Song Jing skipped a day's class and was so tired after being so busy, he fell asleep completely as soon as he closed his eyes, and opened his eyes slowly after hearing Song Wanzhou's voice vaguely.Seeing that it was really Song Wanzhou, with a smile in his tired eyes, he sat up from the sofa, completely ignoring Jiang Xinzhi who was squatting in front of him, grinned, and said with a smile: "Brother, come here!" gone."

The corners of Jiang Xinzhi's mouth froze, he turned his back and stood up, and said calmly, "Brother Jing, Dachuan and I are waiting for you outside."

Song Wanzhou staggered to let him pass, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Xiaojing, is it right for me to be here? Should I find a seat in the audience?"

"Brother, you are the protagonist tonight." Song Jing pulled Song Wanzhou to the corner, lifted the cloth cover that covered the dust, and revealed the brand new electronic organ underneath, "If you are not here, who should be here?"

Song Wanzhou showed surprise, "Did you buy Xiaojing?"

Song Jing slightly raised his eyebrows and nodded, "I bought it after saving money for a long time."

"Brother, come on stage with me later, the gift is only meaningful if you unwrap it yourself."

Song Wanzhou's eyes were moist, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved. It turned out that he was only a rehearsal in "Hutaoli" before, and the gift Song Jing specially prepared for him was actually to perform with him.

With a sore nose, she turned her face away and wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, the tails of her eyes were flushed, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Okay."

"Brother, didn't you tell me birthday stars can't cry? Why is your nose so red?"

There was a knock on the door, "Brother Jing, we'll be here soon."

Song Jing held Song Wanzhou's face, wiped away the tears from his eyelashes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Brother, it's time to go on stage, we can't let other people see my brother crying."

Song Wanzhou lowered her head in embarrassment: "Let's go."

When he got to the stage, he had already adjusted it. Although he didn't know what song Song Jing had prepared, he gave him a sheet of music from his pocket.

Song Wanzhou spread out the paper, the stave on it was obviously drawn by hand, and there was a note on the upper left corner: "Dream"

"Next, we invite the 'Warehouse' band from Class [-], Grade [-], to bring us an original song "Dream."

The prelude sounded, and the extra lights on the stage were turned off, leaving only a few spotlights shining on Song Jing's head. He changed into the small suit he brought from home on the spot, and pinned a red rose on his chest. The warm light shone on him There was a soft light, and the whole person was full of affection that did not match his age. Standing in front of the wheat, the tails of his eyes were raised, and his lips were slightly parted.

"

A face that can't be seen, a hand that can't be held

Only in dreams can I hug you

...

Just too young to get a response

...

I want the whole world to see it, and pick up the whole starry sky for you

...

"

The singing stopped, He Chuan and Jia Zhengfei both laughed and stopped, Jiang Xinzhi reluctantly lowered his hands, and the last 30 seconds were Song Wanzhou's solo.

Under the spotlight, Song Jing took out a fluorescent stick out of nowhere, waved to Song Wanzhou with a smile, took Mai in his hand, and whispered, "Brother, happy birthday."

Song Wanzhou looked at him in confusion.

The audience seemed to have been rehearsed in advance, one o'clock, two o'clock... All the students who educated talents held a fluorescent stick in their hands. The dots merged into lines, and the lines merged into planes. On the stage, Song Jing waved his hands together and shouted in unison: "Song Wanzhou, happy birthday."

Emotions welled up in his heart. He thought he was performing a gift, but he didn't expect Song Jing to arrange such an event behind his back. His nose was sour, and his eyes filled with tears in an instant. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears of emotion fell out of his eyes. on the keys.

At the curtain call, Song Jing held Song Wanzhou's hand tightly and stood on the far left. While bending over, he whispered in his ear: "I picked stars for you tonight, and I will give you thousands of stars tomorrow night." to you."

"Song Wanzhou, happy birthday."