paranoia

Missing the in-flight meal prepared by the airline, Song Wanzhou arrived at the hotel late at night, hungry and growling.The small restaurant outside had already closed, so I had to go to the convenience store to buy some fast food products and drinking water, and prepared to mess around before going to bed.

On the way back to the hotel, Song Wanzhou looked back from time to time. For some reason, ever since he got off the plane, he always felt chills on his back. It seemed that someone had been staring at him, but when he turned around, he didn't see anyone. weirdo.Especially at night, the feeling of restlessness in the heart is more obvious, and the eyelids twitch slightly, with a bad premonition.

Looking away, Song Wanzhou walked into the hotel with a convenience bag, tapped on the desk at the front desk, reminded the already sleepy staff, and said softly, "Hi, I have reserved a standard room online."

In the middle of the night, the staff members were dizzy and couldn't stop clicking down. After hearing the sound, they woke up immediately, stood up straight, and looked flustered. They were worried that they would be sleepy and deserted when they were complaining about work. They stumbled and asked: "What's the matter?" Can I help you?"

Song Wanzhou smiled slightly, not paying much attention to her small mistakes, and patiently repeated what she had just said.

The staff member nodded, adjusted his demeanor, and said with a smile: "Hello, sir, please show your ID card for us to check in."

Noticing that she was no longer nervous, Song Wanzhou's slightly uneasy heart also relaxed.

After handing over the room card and ID card to Song Wanzhou, the staff member whispered a thank you.

Song Wanzhou didn't say anything, just nodded along, and expressed the same gratitude with the upward arc of the corners of his lips.

As soon as I walked to the elevator, I heard the staff say again: "Hello, sir." Seeing the number on the screen change from 11 to 1, I thought to myself, there are people like him who check in late at night.

The hotel is very quiet, any disturbance can be heard clearly.

After Song Wanzhou got out of the elevator, another elevator also made a 'ding' sound.

He walked in front, besides him, there were other footsteps behind him in the long corridor.

Song Wanzhou felt more and more uneasy, and turned a corner. There were only three rooms left, and the sound of footsteps not only did not disappear, but became more obvious, pressing on every step.

He stopped in front of room 1112, subconsciously daring not to look back at the person who followed him, took out his room card and swiped it, the knuckles holding the doorknob began to tremble slightly, he swallowed involuntarily, and raised his arms Large patches of fine hair.

The man tapped three times on the wall, then walked towards him.

Song Wanzhou could obviously push the door open and go in, but his legs didn't work, he couldn't move, and gradually felt a strong sense of oppression behind him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Brother." The left hand was tightly pinched, and there was a coldness in the palm of the man, a tickle in the ear, and a hoarse voice behind him, directly holding his sore heart, constantly shrinking, "Long time no see."

Song Wanzhou lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the expression on his face froze instantly. He didn't dare to make a sound, let alone turn his head. He tried hard to open the door with his hands.

The back of the neck was pinched, and two fingers easily pressed his arteries. Song Wanzhou felt that his breathing hurt and his heart beat rapidly.

He heard someone behind him say,

"Brother, don't you look back at me?"

Song Wanzhou didn't look back, his eyelashes flickered, casting a shadow on his pale face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaojing."

"Just pretend you didn't see me, okay?" The sad voice was full of helplessness and begging.

"What do you think?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, glanced up and down at Song Wanzhou who was obviously nervous, and subtly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Brother, you are really a big liar."

Seeing that Song Wanzhou didn't speak anymore, Song Jing slid his trembling fingers lightly on his arm, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "But can't I also find you?"

Song Wanzhou's earlobe was caught in the warm mouth, his head was roaring, and the sharp pain from the earlobe made his legs go weak, and he directly

Kneel down.

How could Song Jing let him go so easily, wrapped his arms around his waist, and dragged him directly into the room, hooked his toes, and closed the door, the smoothness of his movements made people feel flustered.

Straightening his sideways face, his eyes met each other, noticing the panic in Song Wanzhou's eyes, Song Jing mocked, "Brother, is he afraid of being seen again? Don't worry, it's just us tonight."

Song Wanzhou wanted to push away the man in front of him who made him feel uncomfortable, but he felt ashamed, he let out a short sigh, and finally let go of his raised hand.

Song Jing leaned against the corner, leaned down and carefully looked at Song Wanzhou, whose face hadn't changed much, tucked his hair behind his ears, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth on his face.

Like regaining a treasure, he kept murmuring, "Brother"

Sensing Song Wanzhou's dodge, Song Jing's movements became rough, pinching his chin, forcing Song Wanzhou to face himself.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked through gritted teeth.

However, Song Wanzhou only responded with an erratic gaze.

"Why are you afraid of me?" Song Jing asked.

The haggard eyes showed that he was even more lonely and lost. He let go of the hands that were clamping on Song Wanzhou's body discouragedly, half bent over, and leaned on Song Wanzhou's shoulder, his voice trembling, "Brother, why?"

"Shouldn't I be afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid you'll lie to me again, I'm afraid you'll leave me alone again, I'm afraid you won't even call me."

"Do you know how much I miss you?"

Tears soaked Song Wanzhou's clothes, but he felt a bit of coolness in the scorching summer.Facing Song Jing's pressing questions, he couldn't even utter a single word of excuse, so he could only bite his lower lip tightly and maintain his last bit of calm.

"Song Wanzhou, do you really have a heart?" Song Jing tapped Song Wanzhou's chest with his fingers, "Doesn't it hurt here?"

The sobbing sound in his ear was getting louder, and Song Wanzhou's heart felt sore, with his flushed eyes and slender eyelashes blinking slightly, unstoppable tears rolled down his cheeks.

He has a heart, and he also hurts.

Song Wanzhou admitted that he was a complete liar. He tricked Song Jing into studying alone in Beijing, but he changed his mind to stay in Hangzhou.

In countless late nights, all the cells in his body were shouting Song Jing's name, but he couldn't think about it, let alone contact Song Jing.

He can be with Song Jing regardless of the worldly vision, but just the injury in Guan Zhiwen's eyes, Song Kuanyu's sigh, and Tan Jing's trembling body can break his original tough heart, and only All that remains is escape and redemption.

Song Jing's love for him is a burden.

And his growing love for Song Jing is a sin, a burden, a farmer and a snake to the Song family.

"Xiaojing," Song Wanzhou closed his eyes, letting tears of regret flow down his face, "I'm sorry."