paranoia

Song Wanzhou was sitting in the living room and heard Song Jing making tinkling noises in the kitchen. She was a little anxious and wanted to help, but seeing her swollen ankle, she finally sighed helplessly and sat resignedly.

The road down the mountain was too steep, probably because Song Jing was too shy to prove that he could run down the mountain within 10 minutes with his back on his back. As a result, when Song Jing stopped his feet, he lost his grip and fell on his head.Fortunately, Song Jing reacted in time, so he didn't hit the back of his head, but sprained his foot.

It hurts to move even a little bit, but I only rely on Song Jing to help move temporarily.

Song Jing was not afraid of trouble. First, he carried him to the hospital to check whether his bones were broken, and also carried him to the supermarket to buy sesame seeds and peanuts for glutinous rice balls.

There are people coming and going in the urban area on the Bide Mountain, and there are always passers-by looking at them curiously. Song Wanzhou is more concerned about other people's eyes. On the way home, he has been lying on Song Jing's back, embarrassed to look up, showing his face. The outer tips of the ears are red.

Just as he was still thinking about what to do before he recovered, Song Jing poked his head out from the kitchen and called him, "Brother" said hesitantly, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

Song Wanzhou supported the pillow and turned around, and asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

Song Jing frowned slightly, pouted and said, "How do you make dough?" He had been busy in the kitchen for more than half an hour, but he hadn't even finished the first step.

Looking at Song Jing's frowning expression, Song Wanzhou covered his mouth and let out a chuckle as if he had been poked into a smile.

Probably because the action of pouring the flour was too forceful, the flying powder puffed on his face, and the distribution was uneven. The tip of the nose was several degrees whiter than the surrounding skin, and some of it stuck to the eyelashes, and fell off after a little blinking .

It looks funny and cute without knowing it.

Hearing Song Wanzhou's laughter, Song Jing thought he was laughing that he couldn't make friends, so he turned his back and said, "Brother never taught me."

Song Jing now puts all the blame on Song Wanzhou for everything he can't do, saying that it's because Song Wanzhou didn't take him with him when he went to the kitchen before, so the responsibility is not on him.

Coupled with an innocent expression, he is a real rascal who loves to act like a baby.

Song Wanzhou, who had a stomach ache from laughing, nodded his nose and said softly, "Xiaojing, flour is on your face."

Song Wanzhou smiled and drooped the end of his eyes slightly, and there was a little bit of starlight in his beautiful eyes, which made people feel warm.

Song Jing was stunned for a second, then he grinned, laughed heartily, and called out, "Brother."

"Ok?"

Before Song Wanzhou could react, he was frightened by the oncoming flour rain and his expression was dull.

"Xiao Xiaojing"'s voice was a little trembling, as if he hadn't figured out what happened just now.

Flour is all over the body, on the sofa, and on the ground.

After realizing it, Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, with a sense of reproach, "Xiaojing."

"Who told my brother to laugh at me first." Song Jing pouted, still trying to find an excuse for his behavior.

"Xiaojing." Song Wanzhou yelled again, obviously a little more emphatically.

Facing Song Wanzhou's eyes, the chanting, who was still at the point of excitement, froze for a moment, "I know I was wrong."

Not wanting to make Song Wanzhou angry, Song Jing had no choice but to obediently pay the price for his prank on the spur of the moment, squatting on the ground with a rag to clean up little by little.

Song Wanzhou couldn't help but want to do it himself, but he couldn't move, so he frowned slightly and expressed his dissatisfaction verbally, "If the floor is dirty, you can still wipe it, but the sofa is so troublesome if it gets dirty."

Song Jing raised his head and said lightly, "As long as my brother doesn't get dirty."

Song Wanzhou is still his own now, and has not been defiled by others.

Song Wanzhou, who didn't hear the deep meaning, shook his head, tried to shake off the flour on top of his head, and muttered, "I have to wash my hair again, isn't it dirty yet?"

"Not yet." Song Jing said firmly.

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips and sighed softly

, resignedly asked Song Jing to move him to the dining table.

"Bring me the flour, I'll teach you."

Song Wanzhou really took every step from kneading noodles to making glutinous rice balls, and taught by hand. He couldn't even let go of cooking. He insisted on standing aside and pointing out one by one, and he was relieved until it was served on the table.

Seeing his stretched brows, Song Jing couldn't help complaining, "Brother, am I so stupid?"

Song Wanzhou rubbed his hair, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but the flour hidden in his hair rustled down and fell into the bowl, both of them were dumbfounded, and couldn't help laughing stand up.

Taking advantage of Song Wanzhou's inconvenience, Song Jing snatched away his bowl, slightly raised his eyebrows, and said triumphantly, "Brother, I'll feed you." It was a bit of a robbery.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, curled his lips, "I hurt my leg, not my hand."

Song Jing didn't care what he said, and he didn't give up until he achieved his goal. He deliberately sat in a place out of Song Wanzhou's reach, took a sip, and sighed: "Sure enough, I made it with my own hands. It's delicious."

Song Wanzhou also wanted to try the two of them making glutinous rice balls for the first time, so he licked his lips and looked at the triumphant Song Jing, who was strong on the outside and hard on the inside, and called out angrily, "Xiaojing."

I thought it would scare Song Jing a little bit, but the man was not moved at all, and deliberately smacked his mouth.

It's useless even if Song Wanzhou doesn't want to agree, Song Jing put all the cooking in the pot into his bowl.

Song Wanzhou, who really wanted to eat, finally retreated.

"Just feed one, it's not a child anymore."

Hearing that, Song Jing immediately came over with a chair, sat next to Song Wanzhou, blew twice before getting close to Song Wanzhou's mouth, and opened his mouth like he was fed when he was a child, and said in a dignified way: " ah."

Facing Song Jing's serious expression, Song Wanzhou's face became inexplicably hot, and he couldn't help turning his head, wanting to refuse.

"Ah." Song Jing took the spoon and chased after Song Wanzhou's pursed mouth relentlessly.

The strong aroma of sesame seeds penetrated into the nostrils, Song Wanzhou closed his eyes blindly, wrapped the glutinous rice balls that had been brought to his mouth, chewed them twice, it was indeed delicious.

Seeing Song Jing's hand that came over again, he frowned, his ears were red, he quickly stopped him, and said unwillingly, "Didn't you agree to get one?"

"My brother said one himself, but I didn't agree to it." He said it with confidence and reason.

Facing Song Jing's outright shamelessness, Song Wanzhou couldn't find any rebuttal, so he had to open his mouth again.

If there is one, there are two, there are three. Song Jing didn't take back his hand in satisfaction until he finished eating in the small bowl, and thoughtfully helped Song Wanzhou wipe off the water stains at the corner of his mouth, pointing out: "Brother is so good." Take it away Wan went to the kitchen and licked his thumb, "It's sweet."

There was an unbearable joy in his eyes.

Looking at Song Jing who was washing dishes in the kitchen, Song Wanzhou made a slight noise, and couldn't help but wonder if he had been following Song Jing's wishes too much recently, and even got used to Song Jing's accompanying company like a shadow. Subconsciously looking for Song Jing's figure.

While sleeping, Song Jing suddenly appeared in Song Wanzhou's room with a pillow in his arms, "Brother, shall we sleep together tonight?"

It has been a long time since Song Jing asked to share the same bed.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Song Wanzhou asked in surprise.

Song Jing crawled onto the bed with a smile, "I'm so happy! I want to chat with you!"

Song Wanzhou could only move aside, "What do you want to talk about?"

Song Jing lay obediently on the other side of the bed, looking sideways at Song Wanzhou's cold face under the moonlight, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Brother, the person I like seems to like me a little bit, I'm so happy."

Jiang Xinzhi's face immediately appeared in Song Wanzhou's mind, and he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "How did Xiaojing know?"

Song Jing gently placed his hand on Song Wanzhou's chest, feeling the chaotic heartbeat in his chest.

She retracted her hand with a smile, "I felt it with my heart."

The place Song Jing touched was still faintly hot, and Song Wanzhou felt uneasy.

I want to continue this topic, "Xiaojing is still young, how could he know what true liking is, is it wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all." Song Jing said with certainty.

Seeing that Song Wanzhou was unwilling to continue answering, Song Jing turned over and yawned deliberately, "Brother, I'm sleepy." A smile flashed in his eyes.

Listening to the steady breathing beside him, Song Wanzhou, who was left alone, held his throbbing chest and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He thought, does he also have heart disease?