paranoia

Song Jing turned his head, put his hand on his chin, raised it slightly, stared seriously at Song Wanzhou who was thinking hard with his head down, and said flatly, "Brother, why do you think someone hates you?" His lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and his eyes were filled with a smile, "They won't hate you, nor can they like you, brother, don't worry."

Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and fingered his index finger. His nails, which had not been cut for two or three days, grew longer, with a milky white circle around the edges.With his hands lightly resting on his legs, he looked even fairer against the black trousers.

Just now Jiang Xinzhi looked at him with disgust and anger clearly written in his eyes. Song Wanzhou couldn't figure out what actions or words he had inadvertently provoked him since the first time he met him at the school gate. It was not convenient for Song Wanzhou to ask about Song Jing's relationship directly, so he had to keep silent.

Thinking that there may be a generation gap between myself and the current children.Junior high school students are already at a sensitive stage of development, and any words or deeds may touch the minefield of emotions. Compared with his moody younger brother, Jiang Xinzhi's situation seems to be better handled.

Song Wanzhou sighed silently, he was still not good at interacting with people, his hands were restrained, and he cared too much about other people's opinions, which affected himself instead.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when the two returned to the old house, and Song Wanzhou's birthday was almost over.

The lights were not turned on at home, and Song Wanzhou didn't call back in advance. He just pretended that they had already gone to sleep, and whispered to Song Jing to make him change his shoes less.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw a black figure running over from the corner of the living room. Before Song Wanzhou could stand still, he quickly stopped Song Wanzhou's waist and tried to hug him with all his strength, but his feet were still a few feet away from the ground. Seconds later, Hei Ying groaned and completely put Song Wanzhou on the ground.

Familiar laughter and heavy breathing came from the darkness: "Okay, don't hide, no one can hug you."

"Yangyang has grown up a lot, I can't hold her at all."

Every year when it is the turn of the children in the family to celebrate their birthdays, there will be such a fuss, which is the sense of ritual that Guan Zhiwen likes to pursue.Song Wanzhou and Song Jing have long been used to it, and now they don't feel the sense of surprise at all. Every time they are hugged, they are afraid that Song Kuanyu will slip away accidentally.Except for Song Mu, who was still young, who thought it was very fresh, and Song Jing who was not interested would usually directly refuse, and only Song Wanzhou, who was relatively light in weight, would cooperate symbolically.

Song Jing turned on the chandelier in the living room with a 'snap', only to see Song Kuanyu in pajamas leaning against the back of the sofa with his back propped up, taking off his glasses, his expression was not very good.

Guan Zhiwen's condemnation came from the kitchen: "Mr. Song, tell me about you. You forgot to call Yangyang at noon, and you can't even make a surprise at night."

"Professor Guan, don't talk about it, this time I really lost my waist." Song Kuanyu's voice trembled slightly, as if his gums were chattering in pain.

I heard that Guan Zhiwen, who was hiding in the kitchen, came out anxiously, supported Song Kuanyu, and tapped the waist supported by him in doubt. Hearing his puffing sound, he frowned slightly and softened his attitude, "Really? Waist flashing."

Surprise suddenly turned into fright, Guan Zhiwen quickly helped him back to his room to rest.

In a cold sweat, Song Kuanyu took out a gift box from his arms and put it in Song Wanzhou's hand, and smiled awkwardly: "Yangyang has really grown up now, after holding you for so many years, this year he can't hold you anymore. This is a gift from your father, as the old saying goes, just be safe and happy."

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Dad." Song Wanzhou solemnly accepted the gift, and helped Guan Zhiwen send Song Kuanyu back to the bedroom.

Guan Zhiwen and Song Kuanyu went upstairs, the dim candlelight in the kitchen was still on, Song Wanzhou held the gift box in his hand and gestured to Song Jing downstairs to turn off the lights at home.

The living room became dark again, and Song Wanzhou called softly to the kitchen, "Grandma, I'm back."

Song Raoshuang and Song Mu didn't have time to come back tonight, they had already called Song Wanzhou at noon, said they were sorry, and sent birthday wishes.On the phone, Song Mu didn't forget to show off where she went to play today, and promised Song Wanzhou that she would bring him a gift when she came back from Shanghai.Song Wanzhou naturally heard Yu Duo's voice in the background.

"Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to Yangyang~" Tan Jing's brows were peaceful, and her smile was even more amiable. Slowly pushed in front of Song Wanzhou, "Yangyang has already grown up."

"Time flies so fast." Tan Jing sighed, "When I first met you, you were less than one meter long, as thin as a little monkey spirit, and you were afraid of life, cowardly hiding behind Zhiwen, not daring to explore Say hello to grandma in the early days. Unexpectedly, it will be ten years in a flash, and Yang Yang has been calling "grandma" for ten years, and now he has really grown up." As he spoke, the eyes of the old man turned red, " Look grandma, I'm so old-fashioned, there are so many good things to say on Yang Yang's birthday, so I have to say something that makes people cry."

Tan Jing turned her head slightly to hide her tears, and folded the hands of Song Jing and Song Wanzhou together, stroking the back of Song Wanzhou's back with her old and gentle palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Grandma is getting old, I just look forward to seeing Yang Yang and Xiao Jing grow up soon."

Listening to Tan Jing's words, Song Wanzhou's eyes turned red unconsciously, and he slightly turned his head to look at Song Jing who had been silent all along.

I was full of emotions in my heart. I still remember that when Tan Jing saw him for the first time, she thought that Guan Zhiwen and the others brought back a little girl and called her granddaughter. He thought that Tan Jing would not like him as a boy. Thinking that she still loves him as her own grandson, she will never lack him for any good things, and often gives him more than Song Jing's.

"Grandma, don't cry." Song Jing wiped away the tears from the old man's eye bags with a smile, turned his palms and clasped them tightly with Song Wanzhou, "I promised to take care of my brother."

Waiting for Song Kuanyu, who was up to his waist, to lie down, Guan Zhiwen took her and Song Raoshuang's gift and went downstairs. Seeing Tan Jing sobbing softly, he knew that she was thinking about Song Wanzhou's childhood again, so he hurriedly greeted Song Wanzhou Make a wish while the candle is still burning.

Song Jing released Song Wanzhou's hand at the right time, and put his back behind his back with a calm expression.

Song Wanzhou closed her eyes, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips parted slightly, and whispered, "I hope the new year will be smooth and the family will be healthy..."

Tan Jing interrupted his wish before he finished speaking: "Don't read it out, Xiaojing, it won't work."

Sure enough, Song Wanzhou shut his mouth, and silently finished the rest in his heart: Xiaojing can fulfill his wish.

Amid the applause, Song Wanzhou blew out the eighteen candles in one breath.

Song Jing turned on the light, and Tan Jing and Guan Zhiwen took out the presents behind them one after another.

The elderly are superstitious that jade can keep people safe, so every year different jade ornaments are consecrated.Song Raoshuang was closer to them and knew what young people like, so he gave Song Wanzhou a VR somatosensory machine.

"Yangyang, mom didn't make any special preparations this year." She waited for Song Wanzhou to open the gift box, smiling, "You're going to be in your third year of high school soon, this is the pocket money mom has saved for you over the years, and I will leave it for you to graduate happily Have a game."

Every birthday is the same process, but recalling the first birthday just arrived at Song's house, the past is vivid in my memory, as if it was yesterday.

When Guan Zhiwen was cutting the cake, he deliberately asked Song Wanzhou: "Yangyang, who do you think is the best gift this year?"

According to Song Wanzhou's answers in previous years, he definitely said "both are equally good" and "like them all".Today he smiled faintly, glanced at Song Jing who was sitting on the sofa, and said softly and clearly: "Xiao Jing gave the best gift this year."

It was rare to get a different answer in one year. Guan Zhiwen and the others were very curious about what kind of gift would make Song Wanzhou applaud. Usually Song Jing is not like a delicate child. Tonight, I didn’t see the gift in his hand. I thought he didn't prepare the things, but I didn't expect to send them out long ago.

But Song Wanzhou smiled and shook his head, "Secret."

Song Jing unconsciously laughed lowly, staring straight at Song Wanzhou's eyes brimming with joy, and following his words, "Secret."

The secret belongs to Song Wanzhou and Song Jing's secret on his birthday.

When the clock struck zero o'clock, Song Wanzhou's birthday had passed.

Guan Zhiwen pushed Song Wanzhou upstairs who wanted to help clean up, "Go to rest early, because I have class tomorrow morning, it's too late to wake up."

Song Jing took a shower first, and waited outside Song Wanzhou's bedroom door with a towel on his head.Due to the dripping hair, the white T-shirt he was wearing was clinging to his waist, revealing faint muscle lines.

Song Wanzhou came out of the bathroom wiping his hair and saw Song Jing standing outside his bedroom door after midnight, thinking he had something to say, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with Xiaojing? Why hasn't he slept yet?"

"Wait for brother." Song Jing raised his head and followed Song Wanzhou into the bedroom confidently.

Song Wanzhou looked at his wet top, frowned slightly, and sighed, "The weather is cold, and if you don't dry your hair, you will catch a cold."

"So I came to look for my brother." Song Jing sat on the bed, raised his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there seemed to be stars shining in his deep eyes, "Didn't brother dry himself?" He pulled him to sit beside him and imitated Song Wanzhou's usual way of wiping his hair, gently dabbing at the end of Song Wanzhou's hair with a dry towel.

Song Wanzhou's wet hair was scattered on his shoulders, and water droplets slid from the tips of the hair to the depths of his thin collarbone.

Song Jing's eyes sank, he stared at Song Wanzhou's open neckline, wiped his hair, swallowed, then looked away, met Song Wanzhou's gloomy gaze, and asked softly, "Brother, what are you doing?" Are you thinking about grandma?"

Song Wanzhou's birthday was Wen Shu's death day, Song Jing remembered.

Song Wanzhou looked out of the window in a daze, nodded slightly, hummed 'hmm' from his nasal cavity, and said in a low voice, "A little bit."

Song Jing put the towel on Song Wanzhou's head, showed him what he had held in his hand, shook it, and said with a chuckle, "Brother, what do you think this is?"

Song Wanzhou removed the blindfolded towel, saw the familiar object in Song Jing's palm, and blinked, "Amulet?"

"When did Xiaojing ask for it?"

"I asked for it specially for my brother. Brother, I'll put it on for you." Song Jing climbed onto the bed, knelt behind Song Wanzhou, picked up his long hair, ran his fingers around his cold neck, and put it on the red string. Put a dead button on the end, "I went to see my grandma in the morning, chatted with her, and showed her the amulet."

"Brother, guess what grandma said?" Song Jing pressed Song Wanzhou's shoulders, pressed his chest against his thin back, and met his twinkling eyes with a sideways face.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, his lips trembling slightly: "What did you say?"

"Grandma said, let you live a good life with the good boy named Song Jing." Looking at Song Wanzhou's pupils constricted due to nervousness, Song Jing grinned, smirked, and patted his fair cheek, "Brother, teasing you."

"Grandma said, I wish you peace and happiness, and you will have a bright future every year."