paranoia

"Mom," Song Kuanyu put the luggage aside, carefully took the child in Tan Jing's arms, and kissed his side face, "Why did you bring Xiaojing out so late, it's cold at night, be careful of catching a cold."

Song Raoshuang took off her peaked cap and pinched it in her hands, standing aside waiting to be criticized, but Tan Jing didn't even look at her, all she could think about was her 'good granddaughter' who had never been masked before. Then entered the house.

Tan Jing stood on tiptoe and was still looking behind, and said with a smile: "Aren't you anxious to see my good granddaughter!"

When she saw Guan Zhiwen and Song Wanzhou following her, she couldn't help smiling, and hurriedly walked a few steps forward to see her good granddaughter.

Song Wanzhou heard Tan Jing calling him, and hid behind Guan Zhiwen in embarrassment. It seemed that grandma really didn't look forward to his arrival very much.

"Why did Yang Yang see grandma and hide instead?"

"Mom," Guan Zhiwen supported Song Wanzhou's restless shoulders, "Yangyang is a little shy."

Tan Jing stretched out her hand to hug Song Wanzhou, with a kind face on her face, she said, "Yangyang, I'm grandma."

Song Wanzhou tightly grasped Guan Zhiwen's trouser legs, stretched out his hand to hold Tan Jing's generous index finger, shook it up and down, and said timidly, "Hi, grandma."

The more Tan Jing looked at the child, the more pleasing her eyes became. With a smile on her face, she took out a small red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into Song Wanzhou's hand, and said softly, "You must keep this little red envelope, it is the first gift from grandma. After accepting it, you will officially be a child of our Song family."

Although Song Wanzhou was embarrassed, he still accepted it.

Guan Zhiwen pulled Tan Jing aside to speak, his eyes looked back and forth in the bright courtyard, and finally fell on the young boy in Song Kuanyu's arms.

On a midsummer night, a soft and gentle wind blows from the courtyard, sending the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from the yard to the house one by one.

As if aware of his probing eyes, Song Kuanyu hugged the child, squatted on the ground, and talked to him: "Yangyang, do you still remember, when Dad named you this afternoon, did you say a poem?"

Song Wanzhou nodded, and slowly recited the poem: "Jijing reveals the bright far shore, and the evening sky and green mountains fall to Fangzhou."

"It's amazing," Song Kuanyu patted Song Wanzhou's head rewardingly, "I named you 'Wanzhou', do you know who 'Song Jing' is?"

Song Wanzhou looked at the sleeping baby and whispered, "Brother."

"Then get along well with your brother from now on, okay?"

It just so happened that Song Jing rubbed his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, seeing Song Wanzhou standing in front of him, he asked Song Kuanyu in a childish voice, "Papa, sister?"

Because of his handsome appearance and long hair, Song Wanzhou was often mistaken for a girl. He had already gotten used to it, and explained to Song Jing softly, "Brother, I'm an older brother."

He didn't know how Guan Zhiwen explained to Tan Jing, after they came back, they started calling him a good grandson instead of a good granddaughter.

After tidying up, Song Wanzhou lay down on the bed and buried himself in the dry and warm pillow and took a deep breath. The fragrance of the laundry detergent on the newly changed pillow cover hadn't dissipated yet, and it entered his nostrils.

The sense of unreality made him unwilling to raise his head, and he couldn't help thinking, is all this real?

Song Wanzhou couldn't believe it, and repeatedly opened and closed his eyes.When I closed my eyes, I didn't want to open them at all. I was afraid that a bamboo stick would hit my body in the next second. Fortunately, I opened my eyes and was still in my new home.

The central air conditioner shows that the current temperature is 26°C, which protects him from the sweltering midsummer in Hangzhou with a wall, leaving a comfortable and cozy little world.

Song Wanzhou officially became a member of the Song family, Song Jing's elder brother who was six years younger than him.

He didn't know until breakfast the next day that Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen were both professors in the Chinese Department of the university, and his sister-in-law Song Raoshuang was studying for a Ph.D. abroad.

They are not in the old house on weekdays, only Tan Jing, grandparents, and her mother-in-law are responsible for taking care of Song Jing's daily life.

Song Jing was still young and clingy, within a few days he and Song Wanzhou became intimate, and Pidiandian followed behind him, softly calling for his brother to let him hug him.

No matter what Song Wanzhou was doing, when he heard Song Jing calling him, he would immediately put down the things in his hands, hold him in his arms, and play with him.

While playing with building blocks on the ground with Song Jing, Song Wanzhou suddenly remembered that when he was young, he also had such a brother who was always with him.When he was taken away by his uncle, he promised Han Junjing that he would come back to Hangzhou to visit him every year during the Chinese New Year, but he broke the contract and never went back once, and he didn't know if brother Xiao Han was still waiting for him.

Even if he returns to Hangzhou now, Song Wanzhou never thinks about going back again, he is now 'Song Wanzhou', he needs to say goodbye to his previous identity, he thinks maybe the other party has forgotten him.

Because it was slow to get Song Wanzhou's household registration, the elementary school had already started for a month before he could officially enter school as a transfer student.

Since getting acquainted with Song Wanzhou, Song Jing couldn't do without him.In the past, the work was originally done by the mother-in-law, but it all fell to Song Wanzhou.

In addition to playing with him, I also fed him liquid food, changed diapers, and told him bedtime stories to lull him to sleep.

Every time Song Wanzhou let Song Jing ride on her neck, Tan Jing would sit on the master chair and embroider insoles, teasing Song Wanzhou, saying that he was about to become a babysitter.

Even when the Song couple came back on weekends and saw their inseparable way of getting along, they had to say a few words, asking Song Wanzhou if he spoiled Song Jing too much.

Song Wanzhou smiled and said every time, it should be done.

Only he himself knows that this is what he owes to Song Jing. He took away the love of Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen, so he can only treat Song Jing better and give him all his love without reservation. Just be more comfortable.

During the National Day, Guan Zhiwen took Song Wanzhou to buy stationery and new clothes, and cut his hair short to prepare for school a week later.

Song Wanzhou was sitting in the barber shop, looking at the broken hair all over the floor, without any distress, but Song Jing, who insisted on following, was very reluctant, picked up his cut hair from the ground, and made a gesture to sew it back on for him .

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to gently hug Song Jing, let him sit in his arms, smiled indulgently, and asked him, "Does my brother not like my brother's short hair? Does my brother not look good with short hair?"

Song Jing reluctantly held the long hair in his hand, muffled his head, and remained silent for a while. After Song Wanzhou's hair was completely cut, he held the rubbing hair and slid off him.

Song Wanzhou knew that this was a sign of Song Jing's displeasure, so he asked the barber for a red string, tied Song Jing's hair tightly, and handed it to him again.

"My brother gave it to you. From now on, only my brother will see his long hair, okay?"

Song Jing finally felt a little happier, took Song Wanzhou's hand again, and went to choose stationery with him.

Every time Guan Zhiwen asked Song Wanzhou which one he liked, he would lower his head and ask Song Jing which one he liked.

Song Jing randomly pointed, and Song Wanzhou followed suit.

Guan Zhiwen asked Song Jing not to mess around, Song Wanzhou said it was okay, he liked it like this.

As soon as he got home, Song Jing immediately hid in the bedroom, took out his treasure box from under the bed, put the hair tied with the red string at the bottom, and put it together with his most precious toys.

After putting the lid on, he felt that it was not enough, so he pulled a few hairs from his head and put them next to Song Wanzhou's hair again.

The day Song Wanzhou left home to go to elementary school, Song Jing cried so hard that he pulled Song Wanzhou's trouser legs to prevent him from leaving, insisting on being with him.

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to ask Song Kuanyu to wait for him in the car first, then squatted on the ground, hugged Song Jing into his arms, patted him on the back, just like his grandmother patted him, and said dotingly: "Brother will come back as soon as school is over." OK?"

Song Jing still doesn't understand what it means to go to school, but seeing Song Wanzhou carrying a heavy schoolbag and not allowing him to accompany him, and crying doesn't work, he is extremely upset and feels empty.

Song Wanzhou couldn't coax her well, so she had to promise to sleep with Song Jing tonight, and then got into the car under his reluctant gaze.