paranoia

After the curtain call, Song Jing took Song Wanzhou, who was sobbing in a low voice, to a corner backstage, stroked his long hair, took out the rose on his chest and pinned it in his hair, and took a photo secretly while he was looking down. .

In the photo, Song Wanzhou lowered his head, with the delicate red rose pinned behind his ears obediently, the scattered hair on his forehead half covered his eyes, the corners of his red eyes drooped slightly, and a drop of slender and thick eyelashes hung like a feather fan Crystal clear teardrops were still hanging in the air, eyes were full of water, thin lips were pursed lightly, even cheeks were a little red from crying, one hand was tightly held by Song Jing, and the other was drooping weakly. On the side, the exposed white skin can be faintly seen through the thin collarbone.

It’s rare for someone to cry as well as smile. The whole person looks pitiful to me. It makes people feel like they are in a rose garden in the late autumn morning. Song Jing feels that in front of Song Wanzhou, every breath is more important than smoking spiritual opioids. Excited, more and more unable to restrain the inner restlessness.

Song Jing hid the photo in his private photo album, squatted down, held Song Wanzhou's trousers, and smiled from the bottom up to see him whose eyes were red from crying, "Brother, you look so beautiful when you cry. "The corners of her lips were raised, and she grinned. In her dark eyes, affection and passion/desire were intertwined, without any pretense, exposed in the air.Staring straight at Song Wanzhou's chin with tears still hanging, he smiled slyly, stretched out his index finger to wipe it off gently, stretched out his tongue and licked it carefully, and the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

It turned out that his brother's tears were also salty, just like him.

Song Jing stood up, couldn't help it, and directly hugged Song Wanzhou into his arms, and asked softly, "Brother, let me hug you for a while?" There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Wanzhou was still engrossed in the surprise just now, thinking about how to respond best, but was stunned by his sudden hug, his chest was pressed tightly, and Song Jing's strong heartbeat could be heard through the thin shirt, Her lips trembled slightly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she asked in a low voice, "Xiao Jing... what are you doing?"

Song Jing buried himself in Song Wanzhou's shoulder, leaned against his warm neck, felt the beating of the aorta under the skin, half-closed his eyes, took a deep breath of Song Wanzhou's exclusive breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, if you are crying now, when you go back, your mother will say that I bullied you again. Don't cry, brother."

"Xiaojing...you let go of me first..."

Song Wanzhou gently pushed away the person who was pressing his whole body weight on his shoulders. Song Jing's movements were too intimate, and the faintly hot neck made him feel unspeakably uneasy.Song Jingpu's scorching breath on his neck was like a pair of strong hands, holding his orderly beating heart tightly in his palms. Every time he exhaled, the grip tightened a little, until his whole heartbeat was disordered, and it beat fast Disturbing.

Song Wanzhou couldn't tell what kind of emotion the strange feeling in his heart belonged to. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy had nothing to do with it. Before he got the answer, his body took the first action.

He subconsciously took half a step back, leaning against the wall completely, his eyes glistening, his brows slightly frowned, and he looked at Song Jing defensively.

"What's wrong with brother? Don't you agree?" Song Jing blinked his eyelashes lightly, his eyes were clear, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he looked innocently at the panicked Song Wanzhou, "Then let's go back." Turning his back, his The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, with a happy expression on his face, and he successfully squeezed the wet fingertips.

Song Jing felt it.

He could feel the beating of Song Wanzhou's heartbeat.

This discovery made his blood boil, and the corners of his mouth couldn't restrain himself from rising.

Song Wanzhou's brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes were covered with mist, and he bit his lower lip tightly, unable to utter a word, so he could only follow behind Song Jing in a muffled voice.

He had a bad premonition in his heart that the precarious barrier between the two might push the distance between them further and further.

Yucai Middle School does not make up classes on Saturdays. After the party, all the students laugh and leave in the background of the school celebration fireworks. Those who live nearby go home together. Those who live in the school can choose to go to the classroom for self-study or go directly to the dormitory to rest.But Song Jing and his group had to stay and clean up the playground as the price for the 'nonsense' just now.

"Brother Jing! You are too dishonest." The tired and paralyzed He Chuan saw Song Jing and Song Wanzhou walking back and forth, and suddenly sat up from the green lawn, holding the broom, and said loudly, Our brothers left here, where did we go to be lazy? 'Fangtou' told us that if we don't clean up the sanitation today, we will take a [-]-character handwritten self-criticism in front of the teachers and students of the school on Monday morning Review your mistakes in person.”

'Fangtou' is the nickname of the director of Yucai's Academic Affairs Office. He has a face with Chinese characters, always has a straight face, and patrols everywhere with a ruler. If you make a wrong record, you will be punished, or even fired.This time he was able to get his nod and consent mainly due to Song Jing's pleading every day, and it took half a month before he reluctantly agreed, not just agreeing casually, Song Jing and his group must promise that they will never cause trouble or fight, And do the logistical work well.

He Chuan was not afraid of public criticism. He just didn't want to write it, so he had to write it by hand. If [-] words were written, his hand would be destroyed.

Seeing that the others were silent, he elbowed the taciturn Jia Zhengfei, "Dafei, do you think I'm right?"

Jia Zhengfei didn't listen to him at all, he nodded casually, lowered his head and continued playing his game.

Song Jing smiled, and took the broom he threw over, "Then you go to rest, I'll clean up the rest and treat you to supper."

Song Wanzhou buried his incomprehensible feelings deep in his heart, pursed his lips tightly, sighed silently, and walked over, "Xiaojing, let me do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jing bent down and rested his chin on the top of the broom, with a bright smile on his face, "Brother is the birthday star, there is no reason to let the birthday birthday sweep the floor, you just stand here and wait for me."

He Chuan was violent with his mouth, but his body was very honest. He cleaned up most of the rubbish on the playground, and there was not much work left, the main thing was to take out the rubbish.

Song Wanzhou stared blankly at Song Jing's back, stood there like a log, his head was blank, Song Jing's soft whispers resounded in his left ear, and Song Jing's breath seemed to linger in his right ear itching.

"Brother Jing, hello." Unable to bear the loneliness, He Chuan saw Song Wanzhou standing by himself, and thought he was shy, so he took the initiative to walk over, grinning, showing his teeth, and waved Waving, "My name is He Chuan, they all call me Chuanzi, sometimes they call me Fatty, you can call me whatever you want."

Jia Zhengfei, who was forced to come over by He Chuan, raised his head slightly, nodded politely, and said in a low voice, "My name is Jia Zhengfei, just call me Dafei."

Song Wanzhou withdrew his gaze, rippling at the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly, "Hello, my name is Song Wanzhou, just call me by name, don't be too particular."

Song Wanzhou acted very easy to get close to, which made He Chuan feel relieved. When he didn't see anyone, he thought he was as indifferent as Brother Jing, but he didn't expect his smile to be so kind, his words were gentle, and his temper The weird Song Jing is completely different, he looks like a big brother next door.

Seeing Jiang Xinzhi standing aside without making a sound, He Chuan laughed and said, "The one over there wearing a hat and playing handsome is 'Zhi Zhi', you should have met him this afternoon." Glancing at Jiang Xinzhi, he lowered his voice, " But don't tell him that he knows, he will kill people."

"We and Brother Jing are both in the same band. I'm the drummer, Da Fei is the bassist, and Zhizhi is the guitarist. The most handsome Jing Ge is naturally the lead singer, hahahahaha."

He Chuan is worthy of being the living treasure among the four. He made the absent-minded Song Wanzhou laugh with a few words, and his mood gradually relaxed. Listening to him talk about how Song Jing "cede land and pay compensation" in exchange for tonight's performance, and practice embarrassing things happened.

When Song Jing came back, he looked at Song Wanzhou with a faint smile on his face, curled his mouth, lying between the two of them as if nothing had happened, with his back to Song Wanzhou, and hated He Chuan who was chatting happily. , said in a deep voice, "What are you talking about with my brother?" His eyes were cold and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he wanted to pluck a piece of flesh out of He Chuan's body.

He Chuan swallowed unconsciously, hid behind the thin Jia Zhengfei, and argued: "Brother Jing, don't wrong me, I just chatted with my brother briefly, and I definitely didn't say anything bad about you."

"Brother?" Song Jing's brows became tighter and tighter, his face was not good-looking, "Who are you calling brother?"

"Then what do you want us to call! We...Song Wanzhou is your brother, and we are friends, so we shouldn't call him by his first name..." Looking at Song Jing's man-eating eyes, He Chuan's The voice became smaller and smaller.

Song Wanzhou tugged at the hem of Song Jing's suit, with a relaxed expression and a smile in his eyes, and said gently, "Xiaojing."

With just a shout, Song Jing understood what he meant, retracted the gloom in his eyes, turned around, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, as if he had been wronged, and said, "Isn't it to let brother Wait for me, why did you chat with Fatty and even recognize him as your younger brother, if he is your brother's younger brother, I am nothing."

He Chuan, who was standing aside, had his glasses broken. It was the first time he saw Song Jing's cute side. He never expected that Jing Ge, who could walk sideways in front of them, was afraid of him. No wonder he didn't mention Song Jing in front of them. Wanzhou, it turned out that he was afraid that speaking out would make him lose face and ruin his image.

Even Jia Zhengfei showed consternation and forgot to press the skill button.

"Xiaojing's friends are just shouting and playing, does Xiaojing have a taste?" Song Wanzhou joked softly.

Song Jing snorted softly from his nasal cavity, "My brother is mine."

"Brother Jing." Jiang Xinzhi put his hands in his hood and lowered the brim of his hat, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, "I have something to tell you."

Song Jing frowned slightly, turned his back to Song Wanzhou, patted He Chuan on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows lightly, and warned in a low voice, "Speak less in front of my brother."

Jiang Xinzhi and Song Jing walked in front side by side, He Chuan hooked up with Jia Zhengfei, and politely greeted Song Wanzhou together.

There was a distance of five or six steps between the two groups of people.

Listening to He Chuan's speech, Song Wanzhou couldn't help but lock his eyes on the two people who had been chatting in front, and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Jiang Xinzhi raised his face, stared at Song Jing seriously, and said in a calm voice, "Song Jing, you like Song Wanzhou. When did it start?"