paranoia

Song Wanzhou rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up from the dream. Last night, he couldn't fall asleep because he was thinking about something, so he closed his eyes to catch up on sleep when he got on the plane.

He sat by the window, looking down, he could vaguely see the outline of the Beijing city through the thick clouds. It turned out that the female voice he had just heard reminded him that he was about to arrive.

At some point, with a blanket on his lap, Song Wanzhou called to stop the passing flight attendant, handed it back to her, and thanked her softly.

The stewardess didn't know why he thanked him, but she just nodded slightly and wished him a pleasant journey.

There were many star-chasing girls holding up light signs at the exit. Seeing them, Song Wanzhou subconsciously lowered his head and quickened his pace to leave the airport.

No matter who they pick up, Song Wanzhou doesn't want to know.

Ever since he learned from Bai Yiyu that Song Jingzhen was admitted to majoring in acting and engaged in the showbiz, Song Wanzhou never watched entertainment news again. He didn't dare to see Song Jing's face. He couldn't help but call and ask ask him.

He couldn't resist pressing the call button several times, and hung up and turned off the phone in time, for fear that the person on the other end would find out. Later, he found out that Song Jing had changed his phone a long time ago, and the number he didn't dare to dial was just a phone number. Canceled empty number.

"Xiangyang! Xiangyang!"

"we love you!"

Hearing the excited shouts behind him, Song Wanzhou was inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, he didn't call out the name he had in mind, otherwise he was worried that his legs would become weak and he wouldn't be able to walk.

After getting in the private car reserved in advance, Song Wanzhou took out his business card and called the reporter.

"Hi, hello, I'm Song Wanzhou."

The other party was obviously surprised by his call, "Yeah, I remember. Hello, may I help you?"

Song Wanzhou explained softly: "I would like to ask the specific time for the demolition of the orphanage. I have arrived in Beijing today, but I may be busy with other things first, so I want to ask clearly so that I can make adjustments."

He planned to take advantage of his last trip to Beijing to meet his mentor who was studying for a master's degree.After the old man retired, he moved to Beijing from Hangzhou with his family.Because I have never worked up the courage to come to Beijing, I haven't been able to visit him for so long after graduating from the master's degree. Although the old man didn't say anything, Song Wanzhou felt very sorry. It made him a lot busy.

"It's already here, do you need us to pick it up?" The reporter was stunned, unexpectedly Song Wanzhou would come earlier, "Have you booked a hotel yet? You are not familiar with the place and are easy to be deceived, why don't we book it for you?" Bar."

Faced with the other party's excessive enthusiasm and politeness, Song Wanzhou was a little overwhelmed, and quickly refused, "No, I've already made an order."

"Then" the other party hesitated, "Would you mind telling us the location of the hotel? Maybe it's just two days, we want to come over and do a follow-up report."

Song Wanzhou felt a little strange about the reporter's request. He had already told them everything he could remember, but now there was another follow-up report for no reason.Although I didn't quite understand it, I still informed the location of the hotel. I hope they can inform them in advance before they come, and he may not be there.

"Xiangyang! Xiangyang!"

"look here!"

Finally seeing the figure who had been waiting for a long time, overly enthusiastic fans immediately surrounded them, holding banners and slogans, hoping to get an autograph, even if they smiled at them.

Song Jing's eyes were expressionless, and he walked away quickly surrounded by his managers and assistants. Don't talk and laugh, he didn't even move the corner of his mouth. It was written from head to toe, strangers should not come near.

Seeing the cloudy and uncertain expression on Song Jing's face, the manager broke into a sweat. He didn't know why Song Jing's impromptu private itinerary would be leaked.

They didn't contact the security guards of the airline company in advance, so they had to protect Song Jing and push him out of the crowd.

The manager secretly rejoiced that Song Jing's debut character was indifferent, otherwise, how could fans like such a cold star.

Fans piled up and surrounded the three of them.

Song Jing

He took out a stack of signed photos from his backpack and stuffed them into the manager's arms, "Ask him for it." Then he immediately pushed the manager into the crowd, "If you don't have enough, just ask him."

Xiang Yang, who has never been willing to give one more autographed photo, actually took out so many signed private house photos in one go. The fans in the front row cheered and rushed to the panicked manager, wanting to get the most special one. .

Song Jing, who took the opportunity to sneak out, waved to the crowd, and immediately a young girl took off her mask and followed him out.

After getting into the car, she took off her mask, took a sip of water, and complained: "Second brother, your fans are too difficult to deal with."

Knowing that Song Jing was coming to Beijing, Song Mu skipped class and said he would come to pick him up.As a result, Song Jing asked her to put on a vest to join his fan club, and asked them to come to the airport to take the opportunity.

Song Mu also wondered, what Song Jing hated most was being surrounded by fans, so every time he came to Beijing, he would come secretly and never let anyone know, but today he actually took the initiative to reveal his private itinerary.

"Second brother, don't you need to wait for your agent?" Song Mu asked in surprise.

Song Jing glanced at the text messages on the phone, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered, "Then you want to go down and wait for them?"

Song Mu naturally refused. Song Jing's manager was extremely talkative and gossip, and every time he saw him, he would be talked about.

"My mother asked if you would like to come and sit at home." She asked.

Two years ago, Song Raoshuang's family moved to Beijing to facilitate Song Mu's university studies.

"There are arrangements, don't go," Song Jing squinted his eyes and half leaned on the back seat, as if he was worried, his eyebrows were furrowed, "I will leave you at the gate of the community later, explain to my sister, I know Yet?"

"Oh." Song Mu reluctantly agreed.

Song Jing stopped talking to her and closed his eyes to take a rest.

After a while, Song Mu, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, asked cautiously, "Second Brother, have you seen Brother?"

Song Mu has always been thinking about Song Wanzhou, and she was willing to come to pick Song Jing up because Song Jing said that he had found Song Wanzhou, and she wanted to ask how her brother was doing.

After waiting for a while, but not hearing Song Jing's reply, Song Mu lowered his eyes, pursed his mouth, and felt a little depressed.

Song Jing raised his eyelids, glanced at the night scene outside the window, and said flatly, "You will see me."

Put Song Mu at the gate of her community, "Go back early."

"Second brother, where are you going? Are you going back to your apartment?" Song Mu waved to Song Jing, "I have no class tomorrow, can I go to you?"

She still couldn't believe that Song Jing hadn't seen Song Wanzhou for so many years.When she was a child, her brother loved Song Jing the most, and it was impossible not to contact him.Song Mu wanted to secretly follow her to see if her second brother was lying.

Song Jing saw what she was thinking, "Don't follow, I'll go to the hotel." Then he told the driver to drive away.

"Where are you going, boy?" the driver asked.

Song Jing confirmed the text message again, half-covered the gloom in his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "xx hotel."