paranoia

In the quiet night, fierce arguments came from the corner of the second floor of the residential building, and the stray dogs who were rummaging through the trash downstairs clamped their tails and left quickly.

Jiang Xinzhi's eyes were full of uncontainable anger, and he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to twist the person on the sofa with a calm expression and beat him up, "Song Jing, are you serious?" He Chuan, who was persuading and calming in the middle, was so angry that his lips trembled, "I'll ask you again, are you serious!?"

Song Jing, who was pointed out, just slightly raised his eyelids, and said flatly, "When have I ever lied to you?"

I heard that Jiang Xinzhi couldn't sit still at all, rushed up and twisted Song Jing's collar, and punched him hard in the face, "What do you think of me and Chuanzi? If you call, come, Shall we go away?"

Song Jing is not easy to provoke, there is no one who can make him willing to be beaten, he directly pushed Jiang Xinzhi, who was pressing on him and was furious, with a bad face, and said in a deep voice: "I said it last time, It's you who don't believe it."

"With your stupid reason, can I believe it? Do you think I'm real?" Jiang Xinzhi yelled out of composure.

Seeing that the two were arguing more and more, the good old man He Chuan hurriedly pulled away Jiang Xinzhi who was so angry, and persuaded Song Jing: "Brother Jing, can't we discuss it properly? We must end it in this way, let's talk about it, I know I also care about you. We are all good brothers, so please speak up if you have something to say."

Jiang Xinzhi, who was being hugged tightly, looked at the unmoved Song Jing with a gloomy face, and snorted coldly, speaking without restraint: "Chuanzi, do you still expect him to have a good discussion? Let's treat him like a brother Jing one by one. Brother, what do people think of us? Call us when you need us, and say lightly when you don't need us, he wants to disband?"

"Disband your uncle!" He was so excited that his saliva splashed.

When he received Song Jing's long-lost collection text message, he was secretly happy, thinking that Song Jing had finally figured it out.

Some time ago, when Jia Zhengfei went to be a youth trainee and had no time to come to the base to practice, Song Jing suddenly proposed to quit the band. Jiang Xinzhi and He Chuan, who didn't know it, only took him as a joke. After all, the founder of the "Warehouse" band It was Song Jing who suddenly quit halfway for no reason.

However, from the end of last year to the present, no matter how much he contacted him, Song Jing did not return, and even put his key under the cushion, and simply told Jiang Xinzhi to remember to get it, and he was not even willing to hand it over in person. To Jiang Xinzhi.

Even if Jia Zhengfei went to become a youth trainee, he never said that he would quit completely. As a result, Song Jing, who had nothing happened recently, said inexplicably that he had to study hard and didn't want to be in a band anymore.

Call them over now, or even directly say that they should simply disband.

Jiang Xinzhi vaguely knew the reason why he did this, but he just refused to accept it. Even if Song Jing's original intention of forming the band was for Song Wanzhou, the four of them have been together for so long, and now they say they want to disband. Clearly crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, do you not miss it?

Song Jing stood up, frowned, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I have my own plan, and I don't need you to teach me."

Jiang Xinzhi struggled to let He Chuan let go, followed Song Jing with his eyes like poisonous snakes, and cursed, "Song Jing, are you still human?"

Song Jing said indifferently: "Jiang Xinzhi, don't make me say the same thing a second time."

Seeing that he didn't care at all, Jiang Xinzhi, who was so angry, simply smashed the can, "Aren't you just doing it for Song Wanzhou? Pretend to pretend, do you really think we are all?"

Hearing Song Wanzhou's name popped out of Jiang Xinzhi's mouth unobtrusively, Song Jing's face darkened, walked over, twisted Jiang Xinzhi's collar, and said in a bad tone, "I allow you to mention my brother's name Yet?"

"It's so affectionate, why are you still calling me brother? I thought you already got it?" Jiang Xinzhi snorted coldly, "Song Wanzhou doesn't know you like him yet, does he?"

"Got it, what are you talking about!" He Chuan hastily persuaded the fight, "Brother Wanzhou and Brother Jing are brothers!"

"Whether they are real brothers or not, they know for themselves," Jiang Xinzhi stared straight at Song Jing's deep eyes with hatred in his eyes, insisting on seeing a trace of fluctuations in them, "

Even if it's really a brother, you dare to do it, Xiaojing? "

Still have to imitate Song Wanzhou's gentle and gentle tone, which completely stimulated Song Jing's already tense nerves. As soon as he finished speaking, a fist that was harder than hitting Song Jing's face fell on Jiang Xinzhi's face. Covering up the shadows, he said unhappily, "What do you have to do with him?"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me." Jiang Xinzhi, who was beaten to the side of his head, was suddenly discouraged. He couldn't help nodding, laughing at himself, "So I should just let it go, help you form a band, and help you plan the so-called party. How cheap I am , and personally picked up the bride for you, I didn’t know that I was being tricked until the last moment.”

What the two said confuses He Chuan who doesn't know, "Got it, what are you talking about?"

"Song Jing, you are really good at deceiving people. You have worked hard to hide in front of Song Wanzhou, right? Obedient brother?"

Song Jing's complexion became more and more serious, he tasted blood in his mouth, and ground his teeth, "Jiang Xinzhi, don't challenge my bottom line."

Jiang Xin smiled indifferently, and said, "Okay, if you want to disband, disband, then disband." Pointing to the door, "Out of this door, we will treat it as if we don't know each other when we meet in the future."

No longer entangled with Jiang Xinzhi, Song Jing picked up the electronic organ that was still in the warehouse, put Jiang Xinzhi's car keys and four thousand cash on the table, and left through the door where the relationship between the two broke without looking back.

"Brother Jing!" He Chuan chased after him.

Looking at Song Jingyi's resolute back, Jiang Xinzhi sat down on the ground, with a cruel sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, "I want to be with Song Wanzhou, huh, then I'll do it for you."

He Chuan, who was sweating profusely, finally caught up with Song Jing who was striding forward, stopped him, and asked anxiously: "Brother Jing, what's the matter? Please explain it to us anyway, even if you want to learn, you won't Did you disband the band? Didn't you propose to establish it first?"

Facing He Chuan, Song Jing slightly put away the unhappiness in his eyes, "I'm going to Beijing to study art."

"Ah? When did it happen?" He Chuan asked in surprise.

"next semester."

"That"

Song Jing said indifferently: "I don't know, needless to say."

He Chuan still couldn't figure it out, "Why?" Seeing that Song Jing was unwilling to explain, he sighed, "But it doesn't have to be a fight with Cicada, isn't it usually the two of you who are best friends?"

Song Jing lowered his eyes, "He might think I'm as blind as him."

"what?"

After listening for a long time, He Chuan still couldn't figure out what happened between the two of them that he didn't know.

"Brother Jing, are you coming back?" He asked regretfully.

Song Jing patted He Chuan on the shoulder, and said lightly, "Let's talk about it."