paranoia

The corners of Song Jing's upturned lips have not been flattened since he took the camera back. Song Wanzhou asked him what he was smiling at, but he just put the camera away pretending to be mysterious.

"Secret," he said.

As long as it is about Song Wanzhou, it is a secret.

A passer-by took two photos for them, one of them standing upright, smiling at the camera, and the other of Song Wanzhou busy arranging his clothes with only half of his face showing.

Song Jing only showed Song Wanzhou the first one, and secretly kept the one he liked better.

Song Jing in the camera took advantage of Song Wanzhou's inattention, pulled his hair, and secretly kissed him, his eyes drooped, and his eyes were full of cunning after success.

Song Wanzhou withdrew his gaze from Song Jing, sat on the stone bench with his hands propped up, and breathed in the fresh air.

He thought, if it was like this for the rest of his life, it would be fine, it would be an ordinary life, the life he wanted.

After dinner, seeing that Bai Yiyu and the others hadn't come up yet, Song Wanzhou was worried that something might happen to him, so he called him, but Han Junjing said that Bai Yiyu was a little unwell, and they had already gone back.

The wind at the top of the mountain was relatively strong, and the branches rustled. Song Wanzhou shivered and put on the coat he had taken off.

"Xiao Jing, are you going back?" The two didn't have much lunch, Song Wanzhou worried that Song Jing was hungry, and asked him if he wanted to go back early to make glutinous rice balls.

Song Jing looked at Song Wanzhou's cheeks that were red from the wind, his heart felt hot, and he subconsciously wanted to call him.

"elder brother."

"elder brother."

"Song Wanzhou."

The remaining half bag of potato chips was blown off the stone table by the wind, and the debris was scattered all over the floor. Song Wanzhou squatted down, picked it up in the palm of his hand, and wrapped it in paper.

Hearing Song Jing keep calling him, even calling him by his first name, Song Wanzhou didn't mind, and asked him softly what's wrong.

I just called Song Wanzhou on a whim, but after thinking about it, there was a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, "Does the little yellow duck like it?"

Song Wanzhou looked up suspiciously, "I like it, what's the matter?"

"Then wear something else, okay?"

"I want to see."

"Are you okay?" The most useful trump card to deal with Song Wanzhou is to be soft and act like a baby.

Facing Song Jing's expectant eyes, he shook his head like a big Samoyed. Song Wanzhou had nothing to do with him, so he sighed helplessly and nodded slightly.

He thought he would put it on and let Song Jing take a look at it, but Song Jing insisted on taking him to take pictures, and he couldn't hide it. He called it his name, his brother was good-looking, so he had to take pictures, and insisted on pestering him to take all the hair accessories. After trying it all, I was satisfied and agreed to go down the mountain.

Song Wanzhou was shy. When Song Jing took pictures of him just now, many people were looking at them. He even heard some people discussing whether he was a girl.

She wears a lot of clothes in winter, and there are no physical characteristics that can distinguish gender. In addition, Song Wanzhou has long hair, looks handsome, and is thin and weak. From a distance, she does look a bit like a girl.

Although Song Wanzhou didn't like it, he always disapproved of outsiders' doubts. Song Jing didn't like it at first, and his face darkened, "Brother, someone said bad things about you." battle.

The first fight in Songjing Elementary School was because his classmates asked him if Song Wanzhou was his sister.Whenever Song Wanzhou was involved, Song Jing would never let it go easily. He sent a student who was one year older than him to the hospital.As a result, after Song Jing and others were discharged from the hospital, they were beaten in again.

"It's not the first time." Song Wanzhou hurriedly pulled him back, let's not talk about whether it was right to fight, how could Song Jing, a kid, fight five or six adults across the way.

Song Jing snorted dissatisfiedly, turned his head, and said unhappily: "Brother is a boy, not a woman."

Although Song Jing was defending him verbally, the more Song Wanzhou thought about it, the more something was wrong. He laughed out loud, patted Song Jing on the back of the head, and said angrily, "Brother is already an adult."

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"Boy." No matter how Song Wanzhou explained, Song Jing insisted on his point of view, "Brother is a boy."

Song Wanzhou only thought he was mischievous, and didn't argue with him, just smiled and let it go.

Halfway through, the silent Song Jing suddenly stopped.

Song Wanzhou turned his head to see that he hadn't followed, and blinked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Did something drop?"

"Brother, do you think I'm still a child?" The voice was muffled, as if he had been wronged.

Song Jing's eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes filled with unexplainable emotion, staring straight at Song Wanzhou's lips, waiting for the answer from his mouth.

In Song Wanzhou's eyes, Song Jing, who is six years younger than him, is naturally still a child, but for some reason, after seeing Song Jing's aggressive gaze, he choked back the words that were about to slip out of his mouth, and changed his words: "Xiao Jing grows up." He is taller and stronger than his elder brother, he is not the kid he used to be."

Song Jing was not satisfied with the ambiguous answer. He felt a little perfunctory, and said in a deep voice, "Brother, how old do you think I should be?"

Men's mental age is generally two or three years younger than their actual age, but this common phenomenon doesn't seem to suit him and Song Jing.

There was an accident at home, Song Wanzhou grew up overnight, he had to be sensible, he needed to deal with things maturely and calmly.But his younger brother seems to have always been much more mature than his peers. Whether it is character, words or deeds, he is showing a maturity that does not match his actual age.

"How old does Xiao Jing want to be?" Song Wanzhou asked him in a relaxed way.

Song Jing approached step by step, "I want to be older than my brother, even for a day."

Song Jing's gaze on him was so focused that Song Wanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away slightly, pretending to be relaxed and asking, "Why? Does Xiaojing want to be an older brother?"

"I want to protect my brother." Word by word, clear and understandable.

Hearing that Song Jing wanted to protect him, Song Wanzhou's heart seemed to be injected with a warm current, his nose was sour, and his eyes were involuntarily filled with tears of emotion.

After he became an orphan, he never heard from him again, and someone would protect him.

Song Wanzhou is used to taking care of and protecting others, but he never imagined that one day he would hear from his younger brother who was once in his arms that he wanted to protect himself.

Song Wanzhou lowered his head slightly, not wanting Song Jing to see the tears in his eyes, sniffed, and said softly, "Xiao Jing, thank you."

Regardless of whether Song Jing's words were sincere or not, Song Wanzhou wanted to say thank you to him, for letting him get used to the life of supporting the sky alone and feel dependent for a moment.

Song Jing touched the ground, then wiped Song Wanzhou's face, "Brother, you're crying like a kitten."

Song Wanzhou's eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes were wet with tears. He didn't notice Song Jing's prank, and with a crying voice, his voice was hoarse, "Xiaojing."

"Brother, don't cry."

Song Jing likes to watch Song Wanzhou cry. He said to tell Song Wanzhou not to cry, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising because he saw his tears.

Everyone can see Song Wanzhou's smile, but only he can see his tears.

He squatted in front of Song Wanzhou again, "Brother, let me carry you." He said the same thing as when he went up the mountain.

Song Wanzhou didn't know what was wrong with him, so he posted it in a strange way, without saying a word, just lying on Song Jing's back, letting him carry him down the mountain.

"Xiao Jing, you have grown up." Growing up can make him feel enough security.