paranoia

The cold air from the central air conditioner made people shiver. Song Wanzhou's body was cold, and only the place where Song Jing touched was burning hot.

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Song Wanzhou rested his head on Song Jing's chest, his hair half covered the sadness on his face, his lips opened and closed, and kept repeating: "I'm sorry"

"Brother, I didn't come to Beijing to hear you say I'm sorry." Song Jing softened his attitude and said weakly.

The originally tense expression on his face relaxed a lot after smelling the unique scent of Song Wanzhou, his heavy eyelids gradually closed, and the only thing that dared not relax was the hand around Song Wanzhou's waist.

Even if Song Jing felt exhausted, he couldn't let go, if he accidentally let Song Wanzhou slip away again, he didn't know if he would go crazy again, let alone if he could find it again.

Ever since Song Jing learned about Song Wanzhou on the Internet, before he had time to verify it, he immediately flew to the school mentioned in the whistleblower's text, eager to meet him, but no matter where he went, he was easily recognized by fans. Not only did he not see anyone, but there was also a bunch of serious gossip for no reason, saying that he had a girlfriend at school.

Song Jing hated getting involved with strangers the most. He didn't want Song Wanzhou to see bad news, so he immediately called Yu Duo and asked his little uncle to help settle the matter.

The tabloid may not have expected that the background of the popular traffic niche is so strong, and immediately removed the scandal after receiving the notice from above, and even made a special clarification on the column page.

After not seeing his beloved brother for so long, Song Jing's attitude towards Song Wanzhou became cautious, he didn't want to go back to those dark days when he couldn't contact him no matter what.When he was not fully sure, all he could do was carefully collect the bits and pieces he had missed about Song Wanzhou over the years.

Luckily among misfortunes, Song Wanzhou still belongs to him alone.

Song Jing, who had calmed down, no longer considered going to the school where Song Wanzhou was teaching to find him directly. He didn't want Song Wanzhou, who was enjoying an ordinary life, to notice something unusual and sneak away while he wasn't paying attention.

When he was young and ignorant, relying on Song Wanzhou's little love, he thought that he could take advantage of Song Wanzhou's weakness and coerce his brother to stay with him for the rest of his life.

It was only later that he realized that he had been wrong from beginning to end.

Song Wanzhou was willing to agree to be with him, but he just regarded the relationship between the two as a house party, switching from the role of brother to the role of lover.He didn't even know whether the sincerity and smile that Song Wanzhou showed during that relationship was his elder brother or his boyfriend.

If Song Wanzhou really liked him, why would he rather suffer controversy and pressure alone than tell him so that he can stand up and explain.

The short-lived dream will eventually be shattered, Song Wanzhou left too suddenly, he didn't even have time to ask, and when he returned home, only a letter and all the gifts he gave Song Wanzhou were left.

During the long wait, sometimes Song Jing would question whether Song Wanzhou really existed in his life, whether the person whose hair grew on the tip of his heart was just his imagination.

Otherwise, how could he disappear completely, leaving him without a trace, not even a text message or a phone call.

So when he got the news from Song Wanzhou, disbelief and anxiety came to Song Jing's mind.

Just as Song Wanzhou was always worried that their relationship would be discovered, now Song Jing is a little worried that Song Wanzhou is just a pillow for him.

For a long time, Song Jing could only look at the photos to relieve the thoughts that were close to madness.

When he saw Song Wanzhou within reach on the plane, how much he wanted to wake up his sleeping lover, touch him, hug him, kiss him, and see if he was as ecstatic as himself.

But he looked at Song Wanzhou's sleepy face, and Song Jing, who had learned to endure, couldn't bear it after all. He forcibly suppressed the ecstasy and impatience in his heart, gently covered Song Wanzhou with a blanket, and traced his brother from the air. A more mature look.

It took him half an hour just to cover the blanket, and the extremely cautious

The movement made him sweat profusely, for fear that Song Wanzhou would open his eyes, and he would not be able to help imprisoning him on the spot.

He thought, even if it was just a pillow in Huai'an, he would forcefully keep him by his side.

"Brother, I'm sick," he said.

In order to be able to come to Beijing to meet Song Wanzhou, Song Jing kept compressing his work schedule and rushed to catch up with the schedule for a week. After finishing the magazine shooting and interview, he rushed to the airport non-stop so as not to miss the same flight as Song Wanzhou.

In fact, his body couldn't bear it long ago, and he relied on his tense nerves to keep awake for the last time, but he allowed the disease to develop.He needs to gamble with his worn out body, which is the only bargaining chip he can use to shake Song Wanzhou.

"Don't you believe it?" Song Jing took Song Wanzhou's hand and placed it on his forehead, extremely weak, "I really didn't lie to you this time."

When the two were still together, Song Wanzhou accidentally discovered that Song Jing deliberately bathed in cold water in winter to delay the recovery from the cold, just so that the two of them could sleep in the same bed at night.

Although he couldn't laugh or cry, Song Jing's wish was fulfilled in the end.

The scalding temperature came from the back of his hand, Song Wanzhou's heart tightened, and he quickly explored other parts of Song Jing's body, his whole body was already hot like a stove.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Song Jing said aggrievedly.

Song Wanzhou frowned, and said in a reproachful tone, "You have a fever."

Song Jingjing nodded, "Brother, take care of me, okay? I'm so uncomfortable right now."

"Xiao Jing," Song Wanzhou sighed helplessly in the face of the coquettish Song Jing, "Let someone else pick you up to the hospital."

He can't be softhearted.

Once his heart softens, it will only make him sink deeper and deeper, making it difficult to escape.

Song Jing exhausted all his strength to hug Song Wanzhou into his arms, and pressed him against him relentlessly, his eyes drooped, faintly glowing with water, and he said in a muffled voice: "But I only want my brother, not my brother." other people"

"Why does my brother always want to push me away?"

"Am I that annoying to you?"

Song Wanzhou subconsciously clenched his fists and pushed the person away. After hearing Song Jing's weeping complaints, he finally let go and patted Song Jing on the back, "You go to bed and lie down, I'll buy you medicine .”

"Don't take the medicine." Song Jing clung to Song Wanzhou, he was worried that Song Wanzhou would take the opportunity to leave, "You're going to abandon me again."

Song Wanzhou had also experienced it back then, so he could understand Song Jing's worry about being abandoned, and comforted him softly, "I won't leave."

At least not tonight.

After saying a lot of good things, Song Jing was coaxed and put him on another bed. Song Wanzhou took out a few hundred yuan in cash from his wallet, and gave it to Song Jing along with his ID card and bank card. He felt relieved when he was sick, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Brother." Song Jing whispered to Song Wanzhou who had already walked to the door, "Don't lie to me, please."

This time Song Wanzhou didn't lie to him, he went to a 24-hour pharmacy and bought some antipyretics, then hurried back to the hotel, worried that Song Jing's fever would last for a long time and his body couldn't bear it.

Pushing open the door, it was pitch black, and there was no sound inside. Song Wanzhou's heart sank, and he reinserted the room card. The dim light illuminated the whole room. Seeing Song Jing who was still lying on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief. .

When he got closer, he found that Song Jing had an unnatural blush on his face, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

Song Wanzhou felt that the kettle in the hotel was dirty, so he specially picked up a cup of clean warm water from the pharmacy, sat by the bed, looked at the exhausted Song Jing, and couldn't bear to wake him up from his dream.

It was clear that he could leave while Song Jing was asleep, but Song Wanzhou didn't want to leave, and was greedy for the short reunion time.

His eyes fell on Song Jing, who had a high fever, and he couldn't help feeling sour. No matter how Song Jing found out about his whereabouts, it must have taken a lot of effort. Even if he doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, he knows how hard it is to be a star, let alone I also made time to find him.

Gently stroking the creases between Song Jing's eyebrows, Song Wanzhou's heart ached, and he could only take advantage of Song Jing's

Jing would only describe his younger brother's appearance so unscrupulously when he was asleep.

He was more mature and handsome than he remembered.

He felt sorry for Song Jing and himself, but there was nothing he could do. He could be sorry for Song Jing's youthful joy, but he couldn't be sorry for the kindness of the Song family's upbringing.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Song Wanzhou heard Song Jing, who was clearly asleep, call him, "Brother."

Song Jing, who was dozing off, opened his eyes, a cunning flashed in his eyes, he held Song Wanzhou's hand tightly, brought it to his mouth and left a light kiss, and said joyfully, "I knew you wouldn't leave."

Song Jing couldn't use any strength, so he could only pinch his fingers lightly and refused to let go. Song Wanzhou looked at the upward curve of the corner of his pale mouth, and finally couldn't bear to push it away, pretending nothing happened, pretending Say lightly, "Take your medicine."

Song Jing took advantage of his illness and began to play tricks, "Brother, feed me."

Just one Gankang, but Song Jing wanted Song Wanzhou to be crushed into several pieces, and he would keep his mouth shut and refuse to take the medicine unless he was fed.

He is obviously in his 20s, but he loves acting like a baby even more than when he was a teenager.Looking at Song Jing's pouted mouth, Song Wanzhou couldn't hold back, chuckled, and according to Song Jing's request, crushed it into four pieces, and asked, "Is that enough?"

Song Jing blinked, smiled and opened his mouth: "Ah."

Song Wanzhou shook his head, no matter how old Song Jing was, he was still the brother who was six years younger than him.

"Drink your saliva first, moisten your throat."

Song Jing raised his head obediently, took a full sip from the rim of the cup, and opened his mouth for Song Wanzhou to see.

Song Wanzhou smiled indulgently, "How old are you? Do you still want me to praise you for being sensible?"

"Shouldn't it be?" Song Jing asked back.

Song Wanzhou rubbed the broken hair on Song Jing's forehead, "Good boy."

After just saying a word, his nose became sore uncontrollably.Knowing that there is no result, but still immersed in it.

Song Jing rubbed Song Wanzhou's palm, very docile, he couldn't see his usual indifference at all.

Once Song Wanzhou's finger was brought to Song Jing's mouth, he would inevitably be drawn into his mouth by the tip of his tongue, and he would lick it twice before letting go.

Song Jing smacked his lips, tasted the taste on the tip of his tongue, and said pleasantly, "Brother washed his hands."

Song Wanzhou had already figured out Song Jing's little tricks since he was a child, could he not wash his hands in advance?

"Not washed."

"I washed it." Song Jing was happy to say a few more words with Song Wanzhou, even if it was just a simple bickering.

After taking the medicine, his head was a little dizzy, but Song Jing couldn't bear to sleep, he held onto Song Wanzhou's hand, rubbed it, half covered the anger in his eyes, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

The originally fair and slender back of the hand was covered with mottled scars, which made people feel distressed.

Song Wanzhou dodged subconsciously, quickly withdrew his hand, and said flatly: "It's been so many years, how can it still hurt. Go to sleep, if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow morning, I really need to go to the hospital."

Song Jing raised the corner of his mouth, "Brother, are you going?"

Song Wanzhou was stunned. If the reporter didn't come tomorrow, he was going to visit his teacher. After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded, "Well, I'll be with you."

He thought, anyway, he only stays in Beijing for a few days, let's talk about it when he returns to Hangzhou.