paranoia

"Brother Wanzhou."

Jiao Didi's voice sounded again behind him, reaching Song Wanzhou's ears through the noisy noise of the hospital hall. It was obviously just an intimate call, but Song Wanzhou's body stiffened, his brows slightly frowned, and he hesitated to turn around.

The corners of Song Jing's raised lips froze on his face, his eyes were filled with coldness, he moved half a step behind Song Wanzhou, taking advantage of his height to block his figure, hugged Song Wanzhou's shoulders and continued walking forward as if no one was around.

Cen Youfan, who stood at the door and didn't get a response, looked at the two people who had already walked to the elevator, and pouted. The person who just walked past was clearly Song Wanzhou.

The boy next to her asked what was wrong, Cen Youfan rolled his eyes lightly, then immediately put away the impatience in his eyes, hugged his arm, raised his face, curved his eyebrows, raised a beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, and pouted He said nonchalantly, "No, I was wrong."

Song Wanzhou didn't ask Song Jing why he held onto his shoulders just now to prevent him from turning around, but just lowered his head and followed him into the elevator with heavy steps.

He thought, he still needs to reconsider his words, not to be too blunt, which will hurt the little girl's heart, and not to easily reveal Song Jing's sexual orientation, which is the secret he promised to keep for Song Jing.

"Brother, why did she yell like that?" The boy's voice sounded above Song Wanzhou's head, obviously upset and questioning.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and the pungent smell of disinfectant enveloped the entire narrow space. Song Wanzhou felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and was a little out of breath. Facing Song Jing's angry questioning, he could only helplessly explain Two sentences, "She is relatively young, the teachers asked me to take care of her."

"Brother, are you perfunctory?" Song Jing frowned tightly, with anger in his eyes, he squeezed Song Wanzhou's shoulder, grinding his teeth with hatred, "Why did you allow her to shout like that?"

Compared with the relaxed tone before, Song Jing's tone is obviously much heavier now, Song Wanzhou's shoulders are aching, "Xiaojing, it hurts"

Song Jing still didn't let go of his hand, but increased his strength, gnashing his teeth, "Why didn't brother explain for himself?"

Song Wanzhou didn't know how to explain it, how could he control how others called him, not to mention that he had already lied once at that time, and Cen Youfan was so much younger than her, meeting her aggrieved eyes, the words of rejection swirled around in his mouth, Can't get out no matter what.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, the elevator made a 'ding' sound, reminding them that they had reached the fourth floor of the inpatient department.

The elevator door opened, and Guan Zhiwen's puzzled voice came, "Yangyang? Xiaojing?" Seeing the two people whose expressions were not quite right, she hurried in and lifted the painful Song Wanzhou from the gloomy Song Jing's arm. Pulling it out from the bend, he blamed: "Xiaojing, what are you doing?"

Song Jing pulled Guan Zhiwen's hand between the two of them, with the corners of his eyes drooping, staring straight at Song Wanzhou, pursing his lips tightly, waiting for his explanation.

He couldn't wait, his eyes were lonely, and he lowered his hands that were fighting secretly, leaving behind an inexplicable "Song Wanzhou, don't make me wait too long.", and got out of the elevator alone.

Guan Zhiwen frowned, "Xiao Jing, Yang Yang is your elder brother, why is he neither big nor small!"

"Mom is fine. I almost fell down just now, and Xiaojing helped me." Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jing's angry back, grabbed Guan Zhiwen who wanted to catch up, and pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, pretending to smile easily, "What are you going to do?"

Guan Zhiwen looked away, muttered a few words about Song Jing's ignorance, pressed the elevator button, sighed, and said helplessly: "It's not your father's stubborn temper. Today your sister-in-law brought Mu Mu's father back to move, Mr. Song couldn't let go, he insisted on leaving the hospital now, and went back to watch."

Song Wanzhou knew that Song Kuanyu had always been dissatisfied with Yu Duo, one was because of his previous occupation, and the other was because he was much younger than Song Raoshuang, which made him feel uneasy, thinking that he could not take care of the willful and savage Song Raoshuang.

Now even Tan Jing, who was on the same front as him, let go and admitted Yu Duo's existence, but Song Kuanyu still couldn't accept it, and whispered in Song Raoshuang's ear when he had time, wanting her to choose carefully again.

As a result, Song Raoshuang made a phone call before he could come up with a result.

She called and said that she had brought Yu Duo home and had contacted the moving company to ask where they were.

Song Kuanyu almost couldn't vent his high blood pressure. Song Raoshuang clearly told him before going out that she was taking Song Mu out to film a movie, so he let her go, unexpectedly, it was a cover.

What made him even angrier was that Guan Zhiwen and Tan Jing helped keep him in the dark, and they had to wait until it was a certainty before admitting it.

So now I am sulking alone in the ward, unable to let go of my face, desperate to live or die.

"Mr. Song is good everywhere, but he is too stingy." Guan Zhiwen seemed to have thought of something, and sighed again, "He is too protective of Shuang'er."

Song Wanzhou couldn't speak too much, so he could only accompany the heartbroken Guan Zhiwen to go through the discharge procedures for Song Kuanyu.

When the two returned to the ward, Song Jing was packing the luggage for discharge under Song Kuanyu's command. When he saw Song Wanzhou coming in, he turned his back without saying hello with a sullen face.

Song Kuanyu, who was half leaning on the hospital bed and was inconvenient to twist his waist, frowned and struggled to change his clothes, snorted when he saw Guan Zhiwen behind Song Wanzhou, and even turned his head away from her.

The two fathers and sons put on the same stinky faces, deliberately ignoring the two people at the door.

Asking the hospital to borrow a wheelchair, Song Jing supported Song Kuanyu to move slowly from the bed to the wheelchair, one was struggling with skill, the other was in pain with a grim expression, the effort was thankless and he would never ask for help.

Song Wanzhou showed worry and wanted to step forward to help, but Guan Zhiwen stopped him directly, "Yangyang don't care about them, they are just used to it." The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and fell right into the ears of the two busy people.

Song Jing pushed Song Kuanyu to walk in front, and Song Wanzhou accompanied Guan Zhiwen to walk behind, separated by two steps, like two worlds.

Even when getting into the taxi, Song Kuanyu, who always had a good face in front of the children, didn't let go and asked Guan Zhiwen to help.

Song Wanzhou stood aside, waiting for Song Kuanyu to let go, and shouted 'Professor Guan' as usual.

In the end, it was Guan Zhiwen who lost his patience first, frowned and pulled Song Wanzhou away who wanted to help, and the two stopped another taxi, leaving behind Song Kuanyu and his son who struggled for a long time and couldn't get in the car.

With the help of the driver, Song Kuanyu, who was sweating profusely and finally got into the car, thought of the disappointment in Guan Zhiwen's eyes just now, and panicked for no reason, coughed lightly, and asked calmly, "Xiaojing, is Dad right?" Did it go a little too far?"

Song Jing, who was still angry, pursed his lips, clenched his fists, his chest was full of anger, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He wanted to find Cen Youfan to confront him and ask her, who allowed her to call him brother so affectionately.

Song Kuanyu looked at his son who was even more angry than himself in surprise, wondering why he was so angry, adjusted his glasses, looked away, and worried about how to comfort Guan Zhiwen who was already angry.

Ever since he received the call that Guan Zhiwen had already boarded the car, Song Mu had been waiting at the gate of the community. Every time a car passed by, he stretched his neck and kept looking around to see if Song Wanzhou and the others had returned.I always raised my head excitedly, lowered my head in disappointment, waited for more than half an hour, finally lost patience, squatted on the ground in frustration and kept drawing circles.

Guan Zhiwen, who was walking in front, saw that he was squatting at the door, murmuring something, and called softly, "What is Mu Mu doing on the ground? Where are your parents?"

Song Mu, who was about to cry, slowly raised his head when he heard the news, passed Guan Zhiwen and saw Song Wanzhou walking behind, the starlight in his eyes gradually lit up, he dropped the wooden stick in his hand, stood up quickly, trotted over and grabbed Song Wanzhou Wanzhou hugged her, pursed her mouth, and confide in tears: "Brother, why did you come back?"

Song Wanzhou, who was thinking about something, couldn't stand still, staggered two steps, quickly supported Song Mu to worry about her falling, rubbed her short hair, and asked gently: "What's wrong with Mu Mu? Brother, isn't he back. "

The moment he heard Song Wanzhou's gentle voice, Song Mu held back tears welling up in his eyes, the corners of his mouth bent down, and he opened his hands, "Brother, hug."

Song Wanzhou chuckled, leaned over and held her in his arms, and stretched out his hand to wipe her unstoppable tears.

Song Mu was in the period when he was getting taller. After seeing each other for a few days, Song Wanzhou felt that the dumpling in his arms had grown a lot. It was a bit difficult for him to hold it, but he still managed to

Work hard so that Song Mu can lie safely in his arms, and comfort him softly: "My brother is here, why are you still crying? Didn't Mu Mu say that he brought a gift for his brother? Where is the gift?"

"Brother came back late, so I won't give it to you," Song Mu buried in Song Wanzhou's arms with tears in his eyes, wiping tears on his clothes on purpose, "If brother doesn't come back, Mu Mu will leave."

"Big brother is back." Song Wanzhou comforted her and walked back slowly.

Holding the sad Song Mu and walking around the neighborhood twice, Song Wanzhou finally comforted the crying little ancestor and smiled.

When I got home, I happened to see Yu Duo sitting on the sofa with Song Raoshuang, chatting with Tan Jing with a smile on his face, and Guan Zhiwen, who had been waiting at the gate of the community for a long time but couldn't wait for Song Kuanyu and his son, was repeatedly looking at his phone depressedly , hesitating whether to call, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.

"Yangyang met again." Yu Duo said softly.

Song Wanzhou put the coquettish Song Mu on the ground, and called from 'grandma' to 'little aunt', met Yu Duo's eyes, looked at his and Song Raoshuang's hands, nodded slightly, and called softly: "little uncle .”

It has been almost a month since we last met, Yu Duo's sick body seems to have recovered a lot, his hair has been cut short, his cheeks are still thin, and he is no longer as sickly pale as before, his lips are ruddy, adding a touch of blood , even his original hoarse and speechless voice has improved a lot, and his original voice can be vaguely heard. He no longer needs a coat to protect his frail body, and his whole person glows with the spirit of a young man.

Song Wanzhou played with Song Mu and listened to the conversation between them, only then did he know that Song Raoshuang and Yu Duo had already obtained their marriage certificates, and they came back this time to move out and build a small family belonging to them, so that after a long absence The reunited family can spend more time together.

Song Wanzhou lowered his head, pursed his lips slightly, and smiled gratifiedly.

The misunderstandings between Song Raoshuang and Yu Duo were solved one by one, and it was great that they didn't miss each other.