paranoia

Since last week, there has been continuous light rain in Hangzhou, and it didn't stop until the beginning of December. The cold snap hit, and the temperature dropped to two or three degrees above zero.

At 10:30 in the evening, the entire Class [-] of Senior High School was quiet, and no one spoke. The students were immersed in reviewing and preparing for the final exam next month, occasionally making the sound of turning pages and scratching their ears.Song Wanzhou, who was sitting in the corner, propped his face with his hands, turning his pen absently, his eyes were downcast, half concealing his thoughts, and he couldn't take his eyes off the window for a long time.

The air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, and most people took off their cotton coats and put them on the chairs, only Song Wanzhou was still wrapped tightly.

The window was not closed tightly, and the cold wind from outside came in through the crack of the window. Song Wanzhou's nose was red from the cold, and the cold wind pierced his bones. He felt the cold penetrating into the bone marrow.

The bell at the end of evening self-study pulled him out of his messy thoughts. Looking at the untouched test paper, he pursed his lips helplessly, put it into his schoolbag, and prepared to fill it up when he went home.

It has been more than a month since the last time they quarreled with Song Jing. Although it was a quarrel, they didn't intend to continue the stalemate at all.

Song Wanzhou always took the initiative to compromise, but that night he had not had time to explain after sorting out his emotions. Song Jing, who had just come back from outside late at night, didn't care much, and even offered to apologize.

He said, brother, I was wrong.

He said, brother, I won't bully you next time, don't ignore me.

Song Jing didn't mention anything about Cen Youfan, and he stopped questioning Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou remembered that Song Jing found him and said something to him before going to bed.

"Brother, this is the last time."

Song Jing didn't explain what the "last time" in his mouth referred to. After speaking, the corners of his mouth parted and he smiled. The smile was forced, and there was a touch of loneliness and loss in his eyes. He turned and left his room.

Song Wanzhou thought, Song Jing must have gone to look for Cen Youfan that night, because after he left, the room smelled faintly of perfume.

Cen Youfan didn't come to ask him about the follow-up of the love letter on Monday, so Song Wanzhou was full of drafts and it was considered invalid.Occasionally meeting her in the corridor or office, she always looks at him with an unfriendly expression, doesn't know how to say hello, and passes him by like someone she doesn't know.

Song Wanzhou was relieved instead, he was really not good at getting along with Cen Youfan.

He asked Song Jing if he went to see Cen Youfan.

Song Jing just didn't allow him to mention the name again, and warned him not to have any contact with her at school, and kept silent about the rest.

When getting along with him, most of the time Song Jing behaved as usual, without major mood swings.However, Song Wanzhou felt that a ticking time bomb was planted in his heart, and he didn't know when it would explode. He was worried all day long, always paying attention to whether Song Jing's words and deeds were abnormal.

Song Wanzhou felt that the relationship between him and Song Jing was estranged, and there was an invisible layer of frosted paper between them. No matter what Song Jing was doing on the other side, Song Wanzhou couldn't see clearly, let alone how to respond.

He couldn't help but think, what should he do?

Song Wanzhou put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his head, and walked out of the school at a preoccupied pace. Song Jing was still waiting at the school gate for his next evening self-study.

"Xiao Jing." He called to the young man in black standing under the street lamp.

The young man turned his head, grinned brightly, and his dark eyes seemed to twinkle like stars under the bright street lamps.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the boy in thin clothes fought with the cold, shook his head, and said tremblingly: "Brother, you are out of school."

"Didn't you ride a bike?" Song Wanzhou frowned slightly and walked over, took off the scarf with his body temperature and wrapped it around Song Jing's exposed neck, with a bit of blame, "Why did you come out without changing?"

"I fell asleep, and the alarm clock didn't wake me up," Song Jing explained, "I wanted to pick you up, but I didn't have time to change my clothes."

Song Jing hasn't gone to school for a few days. His cold has lasted from the first winter rain to the present, and it often recurs without any sign of improvement. He still speaks with a strong nasal voice.

Obviously very weak, but always unwilling to add clothes, hard

Even though he said he wasn't cold, Song Wanzhou really had nothing to do with the stubborn Song Jing.When he was sick, his speech was soft, his temper was soft, and even his actions were soft, which made people lose their temper.

Song Jing lowered his head slightly, saw Song Wanzhou's frown, reached out and rubbed his brows, coughed twice, and whispered, "Brother, is he angry now? Don't be angry, please, my throat hurts."

Song Wanzhou couldn't say a word of blame, handed him the thermos cup he had prepared, and said helplessly, "Drink it."

"Brother is better." Song Jing wet his lips with hot water and smiled contentedly, "The road is slippery, take a taxi and go back."

The finger that touched it was cold, Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, and he knew that Song Jing must have come a long time ago.

It was a little warmer in the taxi, but Song Jing was still breathing cold, so Song Wanzhou simply took off his clothes, put them on Song Jing, and said threateningly: "Xiao Jing, you can't do it next time." Go out without getting dressed, hear?"

The threat that Song Wanzhou didn't have any ups and downs fell into Song Jing's ears, which seemed a bit coquettish. He looked at Song Wanzhou, suppressed a smile, and nodded slightly, "I heard it."

After the driver knew that the two of them were brothers, he smiled and praised Song Jing as a good boy who listened to his parents.

What the driver thought was funny actually chilled the atmosphere in the car.

Song Jing saw Song Wanzhou staring out of the window in a daze again, shook him, and asked, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Song Jing came back to his senses. He was just listening to the pop music on the car radio and suddenly remembered that Song Jing hadn't mentioned his band for a long time.

Yesterday Bai Yiyu called him and said that Jia Zhengfei had performed well in their base, and he would definitely stay if he practiced again.And Song Jing was always with him recently, he didn't go out much, and he didn't even play with his mobile phone much.

Song Wanzhou turned his head to look at Song Jing who was still having fun wrapped up in rice dumplings, and called out, "Xiaojing."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Jing blinked.

"Has Jia Zhengfei quit the band? Ayu said he is at the base every day."

Song Jing nodded indifferently, "He still wants to suspend school, but his parents are not very supportive, so he made a fuss at school, saying that his class teacher didn't manage him well, which made him fail in school."

Thinking that the two are friends, Song Wanzhou asked worriedly: "Is it your fault?" He didn't want his brother to be slandered by rumors again.

A trace of cunning flashed in Song Jing's eyes, he curled his lips and whispered, "It's okay."

Those two words were enough for Song Wanzhou to hear the deeper meaning. He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "What about the others? Did Xiao Jing go to the band too?"

Song Jing scratched his hair, leaned on the back seat, looked relaxed, and said flatly: "I have already retired."

"Why?" Song Wanzhou frowned, then remembered Jiang Xinzhi's existence, and asked uncertainly, "Have you had any conflicts with your teammates?"

"No." Song Jing lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "Did brother forget? Didn't I promise you to study hard?"

Song Wanzhou didn't forget, he promised Song Jing that he would wait for him in Beijing first.

But he still remembered the two experiences with Song Jing on the same stage. He could tell that Song Jing liked the stage very much, and even enjoyed it very much.

"Isn't it a pity?"

"A little bit," Song Jing lowered his voice, "but there are more important things."

Seeing that Song Wanzhou stopped talking, Song Jing bent down, looked at Song Wanzhou's drooping face from bottom to top, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Brother, if I pass the final exam next month, please satisfy me." Make a wish."

Song Wanzhou looked at his rambunctious appearance, and smiled unconsciously, "Didn't you just celebrate your birthday?"

Song Jing's birthday was only a few days away, so he didn't give Song Wanzhou a chance to think about what gift to give. He directly asked Song Wanzhou if he could go out with him for a few days on his birthday.

Song Wanzhou didn't refuse, but changed the time to winter vacation, so that Song Jing could study hard before then.

"What gift do you want this time?"

Song Wanzhou fulfilled Song Jing's wishes as much as possible.

Song Jing pouted, "Brother agree first, I haven't made up my mind yet."

Before Song Wanzhou could give an affirmative answer, his cell phone rang, and it was Han Junjing calling.

Song Jing also saw the caller ID, snorted and turned his head.

"Brother Han, what's the matter?" Song Wanzhou asked softly.

"Can Yang Yang come to the hospital?"

The other party was panting heavily, and his tone was obviously anxious, which made Song Wanzhou's heart tighten, his eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously took Song Jing's hand on his lap, and asked calmly, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"Something happened to Bai Yiyu."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wanzhou hadn't reacted to what Han Junjing said, his lower lip was bitten and bloody, and his voice trembled slightly, "Master, can you take us to the hospital?"

The hands covering the back of Song Jing's hands were cold, Song Jing looked at his trembling brother and said calmly: "Brother, don't worry, nothing will happen."

At this moment, Song Jing's deep and hoarse voice became the pinnacle of tranquility in Song Wanzhou's heart. Only when he held Song Jing's hand tightly could his uneasy heart feel a little relieved, so that he would not be short of breath and out of breath.

Light snow floated outside the window, and it turned into water as soon as it hit the ground.

Song Wanzhou's eyes were sore, his vision became blurred, and he said, "It's snowing." Bai Yiyu was sent to the hospital on a snowy day.

Along the way, he kept saying silently in his heart: nothing to do, absolutely nothing to do.

He didn't even notice that Song Jing's palm was torn by him.

When the two arrived at the hospital, Han Junjing was pacing back and forth outside the door of the emergency room. When he saw them coming, his expression was still serious, and he frowned tightly, asking, "Bai Yiyu, is he not healthy?"

Song Wanzhou understood that Ayu had a heart attack, and he didn't tell Han Junjing.

Now that there's no point in hiding it, Song Wanzhou nodded: "I haven't been very good since I was a child."

"Ah Yu has a heart attack."

Han Junjing sat down on the bench, his skinny lips parted slowly, and said in pain, "He didn't say anything."