paranoia

Time is like running water, Song Wanzhou has been living in the Song family for two months without knowing it.

In the first two days of school, he was a little uncomfortable. Whenever someone asked him a question after class, he turned his head to ask Bai Yiyu for help.Bai Yiyu is also a wolf, and without waiting for Song Wanzhou to explain clearly, he cleaned up the people around him and drove them away abruptly. He was as vicious as a tyrannosaurus rex, and even brought them over to tell them to hand in their homework. The squad leader will not let go.

Although Bai Yiyu rejected many troubles for himself, he always felt that this was not good. It not only hurt the friendship of his classmates, but also made other people even more unwilling to be intimate with Bai Yiyu, so he apologized to them individually every time.After a long time, everyone in the class knew that Song Wanzhou, who sat at the last exclusive seat, was not as aloof as he appeared on the surface, and he was unexpectedly easy to get along with. Even the little overlord Bai Yiyu's temper improved by half after staying by his side for a long time.

But only Song Wanzhou knew that although he was gentle to everyone, he still didn't know how to get along with others, and Bai Yiyu was the only real friend in school.

Bai Yiyu really regarded Song Wanzhou as a friend, knowing that he had to listen carefully in class, so he stopped disturbing him, and lay down quietly on the table to sleep.If anyone dared to say that Song Wanzhou was not alone, Bai Yiyu would be the first to stand up and beat him up.At noon, he specially asked his grandmother to bring an extra meal for Song Wanzhou, and the two of them added meals at the back of the classroom every day.

At first, Song Wanzhou didn't understand why Bai Yiyu's lunch was brought by his grandmother every day, but later he found out that his grandmother sold boxed lunches in a market not far away, so she prepared Bai Yiyu's lunch by the way.

Song Wanzhou thought that Bai Yiyu was in the same situation as himself, and secretly asked him if he missed his parents, but he told Song Wanzhou very disdainfully that he only wanted them when he wanted money in his life, and he treated them as dead at other times.

So Song Wanzhou told Guan Zhiwen about Bai Yiyu's situation, and asked her if she could divide the weekly living expenses into two parts, put one part into the meal card, and give the rest to Bai Yiyu as a reward for lunch.

Guan Zhiwen was very pleased with Song Wanzhou's ability to make good friends, and agreed to Song Wanzhou's request without thinking, and let him invite Bai Yiyu to play at home when he had time.

When Song Wanzhou proposed to give Bai Yiyu money, Bai Yiyu said that he did not regard himself as a brother, and there was a cold war all afternoon. In the end, he took the initiative to talk to Song Wanzhou, puffing his cheeks and asking awkwardly; "Song Wanzhou, are you Don't you consider me a friend?"

"If you are a friend, don't give me alms, I don't need it."

Song Wanzhou knew that his thoughtless actions had hurt Bai Yiyu's sincerity, so he no longer mentioned the matter of giving him money, but every time Bai Yiyu wanted to eat, he would take the initiative to buy it, and Bai Yiyu gave him money, but he didn't want it either.

He has been very happy recently, not only slowly catching up with other people's learning progress, but also making good friends.Song Wanzhou couldn't help thinking, if only he could always be this simple and happy all his life.

Even Guan Zhiwen couldn't help sighing: "Yangyang is much more generous than before, and the whole person looks more sunny."

If he had heard Guan Zhiwen say that before, Song Wanzhou would have lowered his head in embarrassment, but now he would just grin and nod happily, then nestle in her arms and tell her what happened on a new day What a funny little thing.

When Song Wanzhou shared anecdotes about school, everyone was happy for his growth, except Song Jing.

He always felt that the bad guys in the school snatched his brother away, so out of seven days a week, he only had two happy days, and on weekends he was pestering Song Wanzhou, never leaving him.

On weekends, I get up at five or six o'clock, stagger to Song Wanzhou's room, wake him up to play with him, and play until ten o'clock in the evening without sleepiness.

When Song Wanzhou was doing his homework, he sat obediently by the side and counted with his fingers. When he counted to ten, he raised his head and asked aggrievedly, "Brother, how long is it..."

As soon as he saw Song Wanzhou stop writing, he immediately stood up from the small bench, ran to Song Wanzhou, and put his arms up to be hugged coquettishly.

Every day when Song Wanzhou came home from school, Song Jing hurried to hide his schoolbag secretly. In his opinion, as long as his brother carried the schoolbag, it meant that he would not be able to see him for a whole day.

One of the questions that Song Jing asked Guan Zhiwen the most recently was when he could go to school with his brother.

Guan Zhiwen was so troubled by him that he couldn't help it, coaxing him to promise to send him to kindergarten when he was two years old, so Song Jing asked him every day when he would be two years old.

Song Wanzhou is more patient than adults, even if Song Jing asks him three or four times within a minute, he can still answer 'soon' with a smile.

10.20

Song Kuanyu wiped his glasses and asked with vacant eyes: "Professor Guan, is it necessary?"

"Why isn't it necessary?!" Guan Zhiwen confirmed that the two little guys were having fun in the living room, and hurriedly pulled Song Kuanyu, who was sitting at the dinner table reading the newspaper, to the study to discuss Song Wanzhou's birthday the next day.She tried Song Wanzhou before, but found that he didn't remember when his own birthday was, so she secretly decided to surprise Song Wanzhou.

Guan Zhiwen flipped through the phone numbers of other parents saved in the address book last time, and proposed enthusiastically: "How about giving Yang Yang a good celebration? Didn't Yang Yang say that he has made friends at school? We He can invite all his friends to his house."

Song Kuanyu thought for a while, but did not agree: "Yangyang is not a lively person, if you invite too many people, he will be burdened instead."

Two people who add up to a certain age are arguing over the trivial matter of celebrating their birthday in the study.Guan Zhiwen insisted on holding a lively birthday party for Song Wanzhou Haosheng, while Song Kuanyu, considering the child's quiet personality, felt that it would be fine to just go out and have a good meal, and there was no need to bother everyone.

No one would give in, and finally Song Kuanyu made a concession, and finally decided to make a good arrangement at home to celebrate Song Wanzhou's 8th birthday.

In the early morning of the next day, in order to maintain the sense of mystery, Guan Zhiwen asked Tan Jing to take the two little guys out to play. The couple was cooking at home, and Song Raoshuang was in charge of preparing dinner.

The grandparents and grandchildren didn't go far, so they went to the children's amusement park in the nearby business district to play all day.The main thing was that Song Jing was playing, and Song Wanzhou followed behind him, afraid that he would accidentally bump into him.

The sky sinks early at the end of October, and it is only around seven o'clock. The street lamps on the street have already been lit, and the lonely night is brightly illuminated, and it is no longer dim.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Song Jing was tired and clamored to go home, Song Wanzhou suddenly took Tan Jing's hand and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, can I go to the flower shop in front of me later?"

Although she didn't understand why he suddenly thought of visiting a flower shop, Tan Jing took the two children to the flower shop.

Song Jing caught sight of the delicate red roses placed at the entrance of the flower shop to attract customers, and grabbed Song Wanzhou's hand and stomped excitedly: "Brother! Buy this! This!"

"Does Xiaojing want this?" Song Wanzhou went to the innermost part, took out a well-bloomed white chrysanthemum from the flower basket, and handed it to the clerk standing aside, "Sister, can you wrap it up for me? There is still a door roses."

The clerk carefully removed the sharp thorns on the rhizome for him, wrapped it in oiled paper twice and tied a bow with white string.

Song Wanzhou took the flowers, touched his younger brother's little head, and said softly, "Xiaojing take it well."

Tan Jing held her quiet elder grandson with her left hand, and her younger grandson who was shaking roses with her right hand, and asked kindly, "Why did Yang Yang suddenly think of buying flowers?"

Song Wanzhou lowered his head and pursed his lips lightly: "Because there are people I miss."

Seeing the child's sad expression, Tan Jing stopped asking, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and took the two of them home.

Song Wanzhou was squatting on the ground to take off Song Jing's shoes, and with a 'click', all the lights in the house went out, and the old house was completely dark in the suburbs without lighting, and he couldn't see his fingers.Song Jing was startled by the sudden change, and hastily lay down tightly on Song Wanzhou's warm back.

Song Wanzhou called grandma in a low voice, but found that Tan Jing was not behind her, so she hugged Song Jing in her arms, stood up and shouted inside: "Grandma! It seems that the switch has tripped, Dad! Mom! Sister! Are you there? "

As soon as the words were finished, a black shadow sprang out from inside, holding Song Wanzhou and Song Jing on their shoulders, and moved inside.

The sudden sense of weightlessness made Song Jingzi cry out in fright, and the rose that he was holding tightly fell to the ground.Song Wanzhou smelled a familiar scent and asked tentatively, "Dad?"

Seeing that he had been discovered, Song Kuanyu smiled and rubbed his newly bearded chin against the waists of his two sons, "Why is Yang Yang so smart, huh? He found Dad right away."

Song Wanzhou's waist is relatively sensitive, and it would make him laugh when he touched it a little. He couldn't help twisting on Song Kuanyu's shoulder, and almost fell off.

Song Kuanyu hurriedly put the two children on the sofa, covered Song Wanzhou's eyes, and gestured to Guan Zhiwen and Song Raoshuang who had been waiting in the corner for a long time.

He was still holding the shoes that Song Jing had just taken off, and looked at Song Kuanyu, who couldn't see his expression, with a puzzled face: "Dad, what's the matter? Why is the power suddenly cut off?"

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!..." Guan Zhiwen and Song Raoshuang sang the birthday song while pushing the carefully prepared cake in front of Song Wanzhou.

Song Kuanyu let go of his hand, and a piece of poorly crafted birthday cake appeared in front of Song Wanzhou. On the cake was written with cream, 'Happy 8th birthday to Song Wanzhou's child! ', and even because there were too many words written, the four words 'Happy Birthday' were squeezed together crookedly.

Eight candles of different colors are inserted around the cake, and each candle represents a year.

Song Jing lay on top of Song Wanzhou, shaking his brother and clamoring for the first bite.

Song Wanzhou was too surprised to speak, silently made a wish under the watchful eyes of several adults, and then asked Song Jing to blow out the candles for him.

After Song Wanzhou finished blowing out the candles, Song Kuanyu went to turn on the lights.Only then did he realize that there were hydrogen balloons floating above the living room, and the words 'Happy Birthday' were also written in balloons on the surrounding walls.

"Yangyang is one year older," Tan Jing put the light blue velvet gift box in Song Wanzhou's hand, pinched his tear-filled face, "Grandma doesn't know how to choose a gift, so I just follow the rules of our old people." I bought a jade pendant for our Yangyang. Grandma went to the temple last week to ask the master to consecrate her, and bless my good grandson to be healthy and safe all his life."

The other three people took out their presents one after another. Song Kuanyu gave him a Parker pen, hoping that Yangyang would learn something in the future, and Song Raoshuang gave him a game console, hoping that he would have fun.

Guan Zhiwen led the confused Song Wanzhou to the corner of the living room, and said softly, "Will Yang Yang play a song for mom?"

Song Wanzhou pulled off the corner cover excitedly, and a brand new white piano came into view. He stroked the keys back and forth with trembling fingers, and asked uncertainly, "Mine?"

"Try it now."

I haven't played the piano for a long time, and my immature hands have long been unfamiliar, so I tried playing a few tunes.I couldn't think of a suitable tune in my mind, let my hands flow on the keys, and finally played a piece of "Wedding March".

The piece that he couldn't play on Wang Jingyi's birthday, he finally played it on his own birthday today.

Song Wanzhou kept holding back his tears until he returned to his bedroom after the performance, and finally lay down on the bed and wept uncontrollably.In fact, he always remembers his birthday, 10.21, the day when his grandma passed away, and he will never forget it in his life.

The white chrysanthemums in the ceramic vases he made in the handicraft class exude a slight fragrance. Song Wanzhou sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with red and swollen eyes, looking up at the stars.

The night sky of Hangzhou on 10.21 was full of stars.