paranoia

Song Wanzhou sat quietly on the bench beside the West Lake, his mind was empty and he waited patiently for Song Jing to buy water.

As soon as the holiday comes, the number of people visiting the West Lake rises sharply. Most of the people coming and going are tourists who come to Hangzhou.Seeing him sitting still, many people thought he was alone, and some even came up to strike up a conversation. Song Wanzhou is not good at dealing with strangers. Except for his request to help take pictures, other group photos or contact information were rejected by him. directly refused.

After waiting for a while and still not seeing Song Jing come back, Song Wanzhou was worried that someone would come to ask again, so he frowned slightly and kept looking in the direction he left.

"Wan Zhou!"

Hearing Bai Yiyu's voice calling him from behind, Song Wanzhou turned his head suspiciously, but he didn't see Bai Yiyu's figure, but saw Han Junjing who was smiling and waving at him in the crowd not far away.

When he walked in, Song Wanzhou found Bai Yiyu who was following behind Han Junjing and blocked by the crowd.

I didn't think that Bai Yiyu was not tall before, but when he stood beside Han Junjing who was over 1.8 meters five, Song Wanzhou noticed the obvious height difference between the two, smiled slightly, and seemed to be a good match.

When they approached, Song Wanzhou greeted with a smile, "Ayu, Brother Xiaohan, are you coming out to play too?"

"Is Yangyang alone?" Han Junjing nodded slightly, and habitually wanted to reach out to touch Song Wanzhou's head, but after being dodged by him inadvertently, he retracted it calmly.

Bai Yiyu's eyes darkened, and he took his words, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Wan Zhou can't be alone, where is that brat Song Jing?"

Song Wanzhou didn't notice the abnormality, and explained with a smile: "Xiaojing went to buy water, we're going to climb the mountain later."

The corners of Bai Yiyu's mouth almost reached his ears, and he pulled the unknowing Song Wanzhou aside, and whispered, "Wanzhou, can we be with you?"

Song Wanzhou looked back and forth between the two whose relationship had obviously changed, and asked curiously, "You and Brother Xiaohan?"

Bai Yiyu shook his head quickly, blushed to the base of his ears, and hurriedly explained: "No! It's not what you think! I'm just on vacation at the base, boring, and it just so happens that he is free, so I'll go out with him for a stroll, not what you think."

Seeing his secretive expression, Song Wanzhou couldn't help but smiled, "I haven't finished yet."

Feeling ashamed, Bai Yiyu turned around and saw Han Junjing staring at them, blushed a little more, turned around quickly, and muttered, "It's not what you think anyway" with an expression of 300 taels of silver here.

Song Wanzhou thought to himself, although it is not what he thought, but it should not be far behind.

Since Bai Yiyu asked to go with them, Song Wanzhou naturally agreed. If he really can't climb up later, Song Jing won't give up halfway because of him.

When Song Jing came back from buying water, he saw two more figures beside Song Wanzhou. His face darkened, he curled his lips unconsciously, and called out in a muffled voice, "Brother."

Song Wanzhou turned around and saw a long string of hair accessories usually seen on the street pinned to the shoulder strap of Song Jing's satchel, and asked suspiciously, "Xiaojing, why did you buy so many?"

Song Jing noticed that many people on the street were wearing them on their heads. She looked a little silly, but she thought it would be cute if she wore it on her brother's head. She was inexplicably excited and bought all the styles that his brother might like at the stall got one.

Seeing the two people who were an eyesore, Song Jing was depressed, unwilling to admit that he bought it, "I bought it for water."

He only had a bottle of water in his hand, no matter how he tried to break it, Bai Yiyu snorted and deliberately demolished it.

"It was bought with money."

Song Jing was noncommittal, took off the hair ornament and stuffed it into the bag with a sullen face, walked over and grabbed Song Wanzhou's arm, and was about to lead people away.

Song Jing's awkward appearance inexplicably hit Song Wanzhou's cuteness, and he chuckled unconsciously, followed behind the angry Song Jing, and rubbed his soft head, "Brother knows it's a gift, don't be unhappy, wait a minute Ah Yu and them."

Song Jing kept walking, frowned, and said unhappily, "Why wait for them?"

Bai Yiyu, who only trotted to catch up, said proudly, "Because we want to be with you, little wolf cub."

Song Jing didn't mind much about Bai Yiyu who grew up with him, but when he saw Han Junjing following him, his face darkened, "Brother." The tone of obvious dissatisfaction accused Song Wanzhou of privately deciding to wear an eyesore behind his back. of two people.

After finally being able to have a chance to spend a whole day alone with Song Wanzhou, the result was inexplicably destroyed. Song Jing is extremely upset now, and even wants to drive away Han Junjing and Bai Yiyu directly.

Song Wanzhou was also in a dilemma. Bai Yiyu wanted to partner with them so as not to be alone with Han Junjing and be embarrassed to talk, but Song Jing obviously didn't like his arrangement.

Due to his friend's request, Song Wanzhou had no choice but to wrong Song Jing, and softly comforted him: "They are just dropping by, please don't be unhappy, okay?" things, lowered his voice, "Ayu just wants to have fun with Brother Xiao Han."

When Song Wanzhou went to the hospital to take care of Bai Yiyu later, Song Jing didn't go with him, so he didn't know the changes in the relationship between Bai Yiyu and Han Junjing. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his face softened, and he let go: "Then brother, don't talk to Han Junjing. It's too close."

The 20-year-old Han Junjing is taller than him, has better grades than him, knows Song Wanzhou before him, and even calls Song Wanzhou by his nickname. Even if Han Junjing only cares about Song Wanzhou, Song Jing is not happy and can't help Live vigilantly against him, guarding against him overtly and secretly.

Song Jing was finally relieved, and Song Wanzhou smiled gratifiedly. Seeing Song Wanzhou's reluctance, he thought to himself, his brother is quite sensible.

The four of them went together, and as soon as they set off from the foot of the mountain, Song Jing clung to Song Wanzhou's hand, deliberately walking fast, far away from Bai Yiyu, who couldn't exercise vigorously, and Han Junjing, who needed to take care of him.

After confirming that they were no longer in sight, Song Jing let go of Song Wanzhou's hand, and said without changing his face, "They walked too slowly."

Song Jing has good physical strength, and he didn't see him panting after walking for more than ten minutes. Song Wanzhou couldn't do it anymore. He walked too fast just now, and now his legs couldn't stop being weak.

"Xiaojing walks too fast."

Song Jingguang paid attention to whether the people behind were following up, but he didn't realize that Song Wanzhou's physical strength had already turned red, so he could only help Song Wanzhou, whose legs were weak, to the pavilion next to him to rest.

Seeing Song Wanzhou's uncomfortable appearance, he also felt uncomfortable, but couldn't help worrying whether Han Junjing and the others would catch up, so he asked anxiously, "Brother, have you rested?"

Song Wanzhou, who had just sat down for less than 5 minutes, couldn't laugh or cry. They clearly planned to climb up the mountain slowly, eat some snacks in the bag, enjoy the scenery, and then slowly go down the mountain and go home to eat glutinous rice balls.As a result, Song Jing drove the ducks to the shelves like this, and the pace was greatly accelerated. Before they knew it, they had already walked halfway up the mountain.

"Ayu and the others are not so fast." Song Wanzhou's lips and tongue were dry, and he sat on the bench and drank with his head up. His throat felt a little comfortable, and he handed the water to Song Jing, "Does Xiaojing want a drink?"

Song Jing watched the drops of water falling from the corner of Song Wanzhou's mouth, from his chin to his Adam's apple, and then flowed into his collar along the lines. He turned his head and swallowed, "Drink, brother, I'm not thirsty."

Song Wanzhou saw that his lips were moist, and thought that maybe he was really not thirsty, so he raised his head and took another sip.

Although the scenery halfway up the mountain is not as magnificent as the top of the mountain, it is still pleasing to the eye. The clear and crisp singing of birds in the forest from time to time makes people feel refreshed.

I wanted to sit for a while longer, but looking at Song Jing who was looking down, Song Wanzhou smiled helplessly, rubbed his sore thighs and stood up, "Let's go."

In the second half of the road, Song Jing did not rush up with Song Wanzhou, but slowed down. The two of them now started climbing from the middle of the mountain.Compared with the urban area with severe smog in winter, the air on the mountain is obviously much fresher, and it is more comfortable to breathe.

Song Wanzhou walked slowly, but he still couldn't control his sweating, and Lishan could clearly feel that he was being squeezed.

Drenched in sweat, clinging to the back, a little uncomfortable.

Song Jing saw that his face was flushed, his broken hair was wet and stuck to his temples, and his breathing became short of breath again. He stopped, supported Song Wanzhou, and asked, "Brother, are you tired?"

As he went up, the road became steeper, and Song Wanzhou couldn't stop panting, unable to speak.Due to excessive exhaustion, there was a retching feeling in his throat, with physiological tears in his eyes, he nodded slightly.

Song Jing squatted down directly, "Brother, I'll carry you on my back."

The sound of breathing that reached Song Wanzhou's ears was obviously a lot heavier, but he still persisted. He didn't want to bother Song Jing who was also tired, so he waved his hand, "It's okay, let's go."

Although he was able to insist on not letting Song Jing back, he was still able to walk up with sore steps only when he was supported by Song Jing.

When he reached the top of the mountain, the exhausted Song Wanzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief. Like a deflated balloon, his calf felt weak, and he leaned against Song Jing, completely paralyzed.

There was a bloody smell in his mouth, Song Wanzhou felt very uncomfortable, squatting on the ground to slow down, so as not to lose his composure in the scenic spot.

Song Jing just wanted to be alone with Song Wanzhou, but he didn't expect him to react so strongly to climbing a mountain. He pursed his mouth, squatted down, shook his head, and asked worriedly: "Brother, are you okay?" Very pitiful , like a large dog that admits its mistakes.

Song Wanzhou endured the pain, and smiled at the depressed Song Jing, soothing his sensitive heart, "It's okay, I've recovered now." Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Song Wanzhou even stood up and jumped twice, "Really Slowed down."

Song Jing lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Did I choose the wrong one?"

Song Wanzhou knew that Song Jing was in a blind spot again, so he bit his pale lips to make them look bloody, then pinched Song Jing's face on purpose to let him look at him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jing Don't guess, my brother likes it very much, you arranged it, and my brother likes it."

Song Jing blinked his foggy eyes and said doubtfully, "Really?"

"Yeah." Not wanting to keep him struggling, Song Wanzhou took out his phone and smiled slightly, "Take a picture. After finally climbing up, it would be a pity if we just went down after a meal."

"Xiaojing doesn't seem to have had a photo with me for a long time."

Guan Zhiwen loves to take pictures, so the album is full of snapshots of Song Wanzhou and Song Jing's life.But since the two went to school separately, they haven't had a photo together in the same frame.

Hearing that you can take a group photo, Song Jing instantly revived with full blood, took out the camera that had been prepared, grinned, "Brother, use this." First, he took off the original SD card and replaced it with a new one. go in.

The original one was all secretly taken by Song Jing while Song Wanzhou was asleep at night, it was a shameful one, and Song Wanzhou couldn't find it for the time being.

Song Wanzhou found a passerby to take pictures for them.

"Wait a moment."

Song Wanzhou called to stop temporarily, took out the hair accessory he had hidden away in a fit of anger from the bag on the side, held it in the palm of his hand, and said coquettishly, "Brother, which one do you like?"

Don't ask him if he likes it or not, just ask him which one he likes.

Song Wanzhou smiled, as if he had already expected that Song Jing bought it for him, moving his hands on a pile of hair accessories, watching Song Jing's expression, staying on the little yellow duck, watching him grinning, holding the Get up, "That's it, I like this."

Song Jing bought two, Song Wanzhou only took one away and kept one for him.

Song Wanzhou hadn't used it before, so he just pinned it to his ears, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and turned to Song Jing inquiringly, "Did you wear it like this?"

"I'll help you." Song Jing helped him move it to the top of his head, just as he imagined, Song Wanzhou looked better than anyone else in it.

After fixing it for him, Song Jing lowered his head, "Brother helps me put it on too."

Passers-by don't know that the two are brothers. Looking at their intimacy, they just treat it as an ordinary same-sex couple. When Song Wanzhou poses, he deliberately staggers a little gap, thinking that he is afraid of being discovered and is considerate. Confidently said: "Stay closer, so you can see the scene."

Song Jing even put his hand on Song Wanzhou's shoulder and tightened it tightly.

Seeing Song Wanzhou frowned, he said with a smile, "Brother, look at the camera, it's about to be shot."

Before Song Wanzhou could react, a passer-by pressed the shutter, leaving behind the moment when the two brothers hugged each other intimately.