paranoia

At the beginning of the day when the lights came on and the dusk fell, a bicycle crossed the streets and alleys with few pedestrians.The breeze was blowing, lifting a few strands of hair from the boy's forehead on the back seat of the bicycle, passing through the collar, lifting the boy's clothes, kissing his skin, and revealing the faint melancholy between his brows to the early autumn night.

"Brother, didn't you say that the results will be announced today? Why did you release them so early?" Song Jing took the initiative to speak.

His deep voice was like a pair of hands lightly clasping the barrier covering Song Wanzhou's body, waiting for the people inside to respond.

However, Song Wanzhou kept his head down since he got in the car, immersed in his own world, didn't hear what Song Jing said, and just nodded dully.

Song Jing turned his head and looked at Song Wanzhou, whose face was full of worries, frowned, and stepped on the pedals a little harder, riding on the road with small stones.Sure enough, Song Wanzhou, who was distracted in the back seat, staggered twice, subconsciously hugged Song Jing's waist, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Xiaojing?"

Across the sycamore trees beside the sidewalk, the dim lights of the street lamps flickered in and out, shining on Song Jing's face, making his face even more lonely.

He curled his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Brother, I should ask you this question. What's wrong with you?" There was a flash of unhappiness in his eyes, and his voice was deep, "Did you meet someone at school? I have been absent-minded all the time." , I talked to you, but you ignored me."

"No," Song Wanzhou defended in a low voice, "it's just..."

Just what, Song Wanzhou hesitated to open his mouth.

The letter Cen Youfan asked him to hand over became a hot potato, and Song Wanzhou hid it in his schoolbag. He didn't know when to hand it over to Song Jing.

It was originally a simple matter, he only needed to transfer it to Song Jing as Cen Youfan asked, and then told Cen Youfan Song Jing's reply.But Song Wanzhou tried again and again, wanting to keep the letter that should belong to Song Jing in the schoolbag for a little longer, so we can talk about it later.

The hesitation in Song Wanzhou's words hit Song Jing's ears especially harshly, his face was gloomy, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The autumn wind blew into Song Jing's empty atrium through the gap between the bodies of the two teenagers, bringing with him irritability, and the bloody smell on the tip of his tongue made him feel frustrated.

Stretching out his long legs, he turned his body sideways and parked his bicycle downstairs. Song Jing frowned, rang the bell, and sounded a reminder, "Brother, we're here."

Song Wanzhou woke up like a dream, blinked his hazy eyes, slowly let go of his hands still around Song Jing's waist, got out of the car, staggered back a little while being carried by his schoolbag, and stabilized his heels , stood aside and waited for Song Jing to lock the car.

Song Jing stood behind Song Wanzhou, looked at his slightly hunched back due to the weight of the backpack, took his hand out of his pocket, passed through the gap between the backpack and Song Wanzhou's sweaty back, and lifted it up slightly. After a while, let the shoulder straps separate from Song Wanzhou's red shoulders, with a blank face, he said flatly, "I'll help you carry it."

The sweat-soaked shirt was clinging to his thin back, and the evening wind at the alley blew gently, causing a slight tremor, Song Wanzhou subconsciously dodged forward, protecting the schoolbag with the envelope, "Xiaojing, it's okay, no need .”

Song Wanzhou's unusual words and deeds and straightforward refusal completely hurt Song Jing's already irritable heart. His chest heaved and he gritted his teeth faintly. building.

Looking at Song Jing's obviously displeased back, Song Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, bit his lips lightly, and whispered: "Xiaojing..."

The only answer to him was Song Jing's footsteps stepping hard on the steps, echoing to the alley.

Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes, squeezed the shoulder strap of his backpack tightly, and followed Song Jing's footprints.

He knew that Song Jing was angry, but he couldn't explain it. He sighed in his heart, and his steps were heavy, relying on Song Jing's temper to come and go quickly, and he would give him the letter after he calmed down a little.

Song Wanzhou thought to himself, he must be crazy, otherwise why didn't he explain and make Song Jing angry, it was obviously just a small matter, he dodged it, made it unclear, and hurt Song Jing.

No one spoke, did not take the initiative to declare war, but the silent cold war spread to every corner of the two rooms and one living room.

The two sat opposite each other at the dining table, and Song Jing picked out the onion, ginger, and garlic in the bowl as usual, and a dish of shredded pork with onions, all the onions fell into his bowl, and all the meat was picked up by Song Wanzhou.

Song Jing had a sullen face and silently fiddled with the rice grains in the bowl. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Wanzhou's eyes raised from time to time. Whenever the two met their eyes, Song Wanzhou would immediately move away, as if he had something to say. appearance.

"I'm full." Song Jing was so angry that he simply put down the bowl and chopsticks. The porcelain collided with the table glass, making a crisp sound. He stood up and saw the untouched food in Song Wanzhou's bowl, his teeth itched with anger , clenched his fists with both hands, and finally let go in discouragement, "Mom said not to go back to the old house today, they are all in the hospital."

Song Wanzhou nodded slightly, then put down the bowl and chopsticks.

The two took a taxi to the hospital. Guan Zhiwen was sitting by the bed and was peeling apples for Song Kuanyu. Seeing the two brothers coming in one after the other, he reprimanded softly: "Grandma will come over later, didn't I ask you to do your homework at home? Stop coming?"

"I don't have much homework, so it's the same when I go back to do it at night." Song Wanzhou put the specially bought bananas beside the hospital bed, peeled them and handed them to Song Kuanyu, then took the apples that Guan Zhiwen peeled in half, and peeled off the remaining peel "Is Daddy feeling better?"

Song Kuanyu, who doesn't like apples, glanced at Guan Zhiwen triumphantly, pointing out, "It's still Yang Yang who knows how to hurt people."

Guan Zhiwen quietly put his hand into the quilt, twisted the flesh on Song Kuanyu's thigh, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your father just refuses to accept his old age. The doctor said that it would be good if you can just shut up and rest for two days."

Song Jing has been sitting on a stool in the corner since he entered the ward, playing with his mobile phone in silence, making crackling noises for some reason.

Listening to the interaction between the three, he glanced at Song Wanzhou who looked calm, frowned, and left the ward with his mobile phone in his hand.

Song Kuanyu thought that Song Jing was throwing a temper tantrum because he didn't catch up with it, "What are you talking about today, little brat?"

Neither he nor Guan Zhiwen could understand, only Song Wanzhou knew the reason.

"I made Xiaojing angry." He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and explained.

Where did Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen believe?Every time it was Song Wanzhou who found excuses for Song Jing.

"Yangyang, don't get used to Xiaojing all the time, he's not a child anymore." Thinking of the intimacy of the two brothers in the morning, Guan Zhiwen's eyelids twitched, and he reminded softly.

Song Wanzhou helped Guan Zhiwen take care of Song Kuanyu all afternoon. Song Jing leaned against the railing of the corridor facing the door of the ward with a dark face, and refused to answer anyone who called him.

Even Song Kuanyu, who was unresponsive, noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not right. After they left, he raised his eyebrows at Guan Zhiwen, "Professor Guan, Xiaojing and Yangyang are fighting again?"

Guan Zhiwen used a toothpick to stuff the leftover apple pieces she ate into Song Kuanyu's mouth, which was not concealed, and gouged him out. He said in a bad tone, "Eating can't stop your mouth."

After returning from the hospital, Song Jing slammed the bedroom door with a bang without saying a word.

Song Wanzhou returned to the bedroom with shrugged eyelids, sat on the bed, took out the 'culprit' hidden in the book, hesitated, finally stood up holding a corner of the pink letter paper, pursed his lips, and lightly Knock on Song Jing's door.

"Xiao Jing, can you come in?" He asked softly.

No one answered.

Song Wanzhou twisted the door, but couldn't open it, and Song Jing locked the door from the inside.He rubbed the edge of the envelope with his fingertips repeatedly, and the four water chestnuts had long lost their original sharpness, and there were many rough edges.

Song Wanzhou called again, but Song Jing still ignored him.

He sighed, really hurt Soo-kyung.

Unable to deliver the letter, Song Wanzhou locked himself in the room, biting his lower lip tightly.

He thought to himself that he might really have learned badly, and even after doing bad things, he would be lucky because of Song Jing's indifference.

What a fluke, he couldn't tell.

It was late at night, the originally closed door opened, Song Jing walked out with a sullen face, pried open Song Wanzhou's door with a wire, and walked in lightly.

Song Wanzhou was already asleep, lying curled up on his side on the bed, with half of his face sunk in the soft pillow, one hand half covering his eyes, and the other lightly resting on the lamp shade that was still on on the bedside table. It was an extremely uncomfortable sleeping position, but unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep.

Song Jing squatted on the side of the bed with his mouth curled up, gently took away Song Wanzhou's hand covering his face, saw the faint tear stains on his face, swallowed, and softened his heart, stretched out his hand and carefully stroked the tear stains from the corner of his eyes to Lip beads, thin lips slightly opened and closed, silently said: Brother, you are so disobedient.

He held Song Wanzhou's hand outside, traced the outline of his face, couldn't move his eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to make up for everything he had missed all day.

Song Wanzhou didn't sleep well, frowning, and moved slightly under Song Jing's focused and burning gaze, but he didn't wake up.

Gently turning off the desk lamp, Song Jing stood up, and through the moonlight outside the window, he saw that there seemed to be something hidden under the pillow, half of which was exposed.

Song Jing pulled it out, vaguely discerning that the painting on the cover was a love heart, frowned, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, the disgusting smell of strong perfume came over his face, and he wrinkled even more .

With his back to the moonlight, an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, with a cold and alienated sneer on his face, he snorted, so it was this kind of thing that made his brother worry about it alone without telling him all day.

Song Jing wished he could wake Song Wanzhou up immediately and tear it to pieces in front of him.

He wanted to see who took aim at his exclusive item again.

Song Jing roughly opened the envelope, crumpled the love sticker on it in his hands, and pulled out the love letter that was full of pages.

His pupils shrank terribly, and there was flame in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn the paper directly.

Looking at the obviously unfamiliar handwriting on it, Song Jing was taken aback just as he saw the first row, and soon understood what was going on. After reading it carefully, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a smile appeared again.

It turned out that Song Wanzhou was worried about this.

Song Jing smiled strangely, the flames in his eyes were burning brighter and brighter, and a strange burning sensation suddenly appeared in his lower abdomen. He found a new love sticker and pasted it on, and then carefully put it back to its original position.

He licked his index finger wet, gently rubbed away the wrinkles between Song Wanzhou's eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Brother is so cute even when he's jealous."

"What to do, brother, I really can't help it..."