paranoia

On the way back to the hotel, Song Wanzhou was thinking about something in his heart all the time, and he didn't even notice that Song Jing was holding his hand with a smile.

Recalling that Song Jing frankly said that they were a couple in front of Song Du, and even in Song Du's house, he always claimed to be his boyfriend and made intimate contact without concealment.

The forward-thinking Song Du turned a blind eye, did not make any statement of disapproval, and even sent blessings before leaving, but the sensitive Song Wanzhou always had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He and Song Jing have broken up.

For him, the two or three days in Beijing can only be regarded as an escape from reality. No matter what they do, it is an unjustifiable affair.

After all, Song Wanzhou just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, the hurdle of betraying the Song family.

"Brother, how about ordering takeaway for dinner?" Song Jing tightened Song Wanzhou's hand, and pulled him back when he was in a daze.

Song Wanzhou nodded slightly, "As long as you like it."

Song Jing said excitedly: "Do you want to eat French fries? There is a couple's set meal, which can be reduced."

Looking at Song Jingyue's cheerful and relaxed profile, Song Wanzhou thought to himself that his younger brother didn't seem to know about his proposal to break up.

Not only did it chase all the way to Beijing, but it was also sticky and sticky, like maltose turned into essence, and it became more and more entangled.

In front of outsiders, it was inconvenient for Song Wanzhou to ask questions, and when he returned to the hotel room, both of them had washed, he reckoned to pour out the questions that had been brewing in his stomach for a long time.

"Xiaojing," Song Wanzhou sat on the bed with his head slightly lowered, "Can I ask you something?"

Song Jing, who hadn't smiled for a long time, had the upward curve of his mouth that didn't disappear all day, and when his manager saw it, he would say "the sun is coming out from the west".He heard Song Wanzhou calling him.Song Jing, who had just left the bathroom, took the initiative to squat over, rubbed his wet hair against his brother's thigh, and said coquettishly, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Song Wanzhou habitually took the towel and began to wipe Song Jing's hair. Feeling the moisture from his fingertips, he pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Xiao Jing, did you read that letter back then?"

Song Wanzhou took advantage of Song Jing's absence and left secretly. He did not sever the relationship between the two of them face to face, but only left a poem in the letter, which can be regarded as an initiative to break up.

He said, Ande and the king are farewell to each other, so as not to teach life and death to be lovesick.

"Letter? What letter?" Song Jing's eyes darkened, and when he raised his head again, a bright smile bloomed on his face again, "Brother, do you mean the love letter he wrote to me back then? Don't worry, I kept it well. I still I can recite it, does my brother want to hear it?"

"If you want to hear it, can I read it to you?"

Seeing that Song Jing was really going to recite it, Song Wanzhou shook his head quickly, covered Song Jing's mouth lightly, blushed a little, and stopped him, "No...not that."

"If it's anything else, I don't know." Song Jing didn't let go of the palm that offered to come to the door, smiled slyly, stuck out his tongue and licked it, "Brother, you know that love letters sent by others, I Not at all, unless it's yours."

After the two confirmed their relationship back then, Song Jing repeatedly brought up the matter of Song Wanzhou sending love letters to Cen Youfan, from asking Song Wanzhou if he had ever been jealous to pestering Song Wanzhou, saying that he wanted to receive Song Wanzhou's A love letter written by Zhou himself.

Song Wanzhou was so entangled that he had no choice but to copy a section of his favorite poem for Song Jing.

'

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

We stand and don't speak,

It is very beautiful.

'

Song Jing, who is a child, is particularly easy to satisfy.It is only a few dozen characters even with a signature, and there is no letterhead, just an ordinary piece of printing paper, but Song Jing regards it as a treasure.I usually carry it in my pocket and sleep under my pillow.Afraid of losing it, I copied a few copies, scanned them into photos and stored them in my phone.

Even now, the manuscript is still in Song Jing's wallet, together with Song Wanzhou's photo

.

Song Wanzhou was worried that Song Jing, who couldn't find him, would mess around at home and look for him, so he put the letter in a particularly conspicuous place, and it stands to reason that Song Jing would be able to see it when he returned home.

"It's not a love letter..." Song Wanzhou paused while wiping his hair, "I left you a letter when I left...Did Xiaojing not read it?"

How could it be possible that Song Jing didn't read it? He shut himself in Song Wanzhou's room and watched it a hundred and eighty times. No matter who came to persuade him, he wouldn't go out.

For many years, it has been a sharp thorn stuck in his heart. Every time he looks at it, the place in the heart gets an inch deeper, and the pain makes it difficult for him to breathe.

Song Wanzhou actually abandoned him on his own initiative.

Whenever he couldn't feel the familiar temperature next to him while sleeping, he would grit his teeth and try to catch the escaped person back and lock him up firmly.

Just when he had the chance, all he did was squeeze Song Wanzhou's palm subconsciously, pretending to be calm.

"No?" Song Jing stared blankly at Song Wanzhou, pouted, feeling extremely wronged, "Brother didn't leave without saying goodbye, did he leave something for me?"

"I..." Song Wanzhou said.

Song Jing repeatedly asked: "What did brother leave? Is it your address? Do you want me to find you? Or let me wait for you for a while?"

Seeing Song Jing's unnatural expression, Song Wanzhou choked up for a while, facing Song Jing who wanted to avoid the topic, he didn't know how to speak.

Song Jing lowered his eyes, half-hid his sorrow, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, even if I didn't see it, I did it."

As if comforting Song Wanzhou, and as if talking to himself, Song Jing said hoarsely: "Isn't it all the way my brother likes it now..."

Thinking of leaving tomorrow, Song Wanzhou couldn't ask any more unpleasant words for both of them.He just wants to be a drunken old man now, and leave all reality and troubles to the sober tomorrow.He wanted to get completely drunk and take another look at Song Jing.

"Xiaojing, go to sleep..." Song Wanzhou secretly tried to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "There is business tomorrow." On the way back, he had already informed about the orphanage.

Song Jing nodded obediently, put his arms around Song Wanzhou's waist, and said softly, "Then sleep with brother tonight, okay?"

Apart from Song Jing's fondness for hands and feet, Song Wanzhou couldn't think of any other reason to refuse, so he had to agree.

Surprisingly, Song Jing simply hugged Song Wanzhou without any other movements, talking about some trivial things intermittently.

He said that one winter was extremely cold, and the sunflowers in the yard could not stand up, and even the roots were froze, but he was reluctant, so he saved the seeds, and re-sowed them again when the spring warmed up next year.But he is not at home all year round, and he doesn't know how he is growing now.

He still uses the quilt cover that Song Wanzhou likes.

He also said that every year he would keep the gifts that are routinely given on birthdays for Song Wanzhou, and he would take them out when he wanted them.

Song Wanzhou pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to make a sound to spoil the warm atmosphere at the moment, and let Song Jing ramble on illogically.

Song Jing's hoarse and magnetic voice lingered in his ears for a long time, coupled with his warm breath from above his head, after a while, Song Wanzhou's eyelids gradually became heavy, and his tense back relaxed.

After feeling the steady breath of the person in his arms, Song Jing lowered his head and looked at Song Wanzhou's peaceful sleeping face.

"Brother," Song Jing stroked Song Wanzhou's clean face while brushing away the shattered hair that was in the way, revealing his smooth forehead, with a little water in his eyes, "Grandma finally left too."

The last straw that overwhelmed Song Wanzhou and forced him to leave was Tan Jing who had been ill for a long time.

The story of the two being together was spread from school to home, directly pushing the originally happy and happy family in front of the chattering crowd, which was criticized and became a boring topic of conversation in their mouths.

Relatives and friends who knew Song Wanzhou's identity said that the Song family raised a white-eyed wolf who didn't know how to repay kindness, but instead seduced the benefactor's son and led him astray.

The neighbors who didn't know the truth directly labeled the two of them as incest.

Homosexuality coupled with incest is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

The gossip got worse and worse, and when it reached Song Wanzhou's ears, nothing but panic remained in his heart.Song Wanzhou didn't care, he was six years older than Song Jing, no matter what decision he made, he had to take full responsibility.

Before he had time to explain, he learned that Tan Jing had fallen ill.He rushed to the hospital to take a look, but was directly driven away by relatives and friends of the Song family, scolding him for showing up.

From the beginning to the end, Song Jing, who was far away in Beijing, was kept in the dark. If Guan Zhiwen hadn't called him, saying that Tan Jing couldn't hold on anymore and told him to go back quickly, Song Jing didn't even know that he hadn't been there for several days. Song Wanzhou who contacted him had already left.

From the end of August to the beginning of September, when new students in major colleges and universities in Beijing started their semesters, Song Jing searched everywhere, but couldn't find Song Wanzhou's shadow.

Song Wanzhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, rubbed his fingertips back and forth on Song Wanzhou's neck, and said softly, "Do you want to run again?"

next day

The demolition ceremony of the orphanage received widespread attention from the society. Despite the drizzling rain, when Song Wanzhou and the others arrived, there were already a lot of media and reporters on the third and outer floors of the site, all of whom wanted to get first-hand information. Screen data, make timely reports.

Since it was a public place, Song Wanzhou was worried that Song Jing would be recognized and would have a bad influence, so he wrapped him tightly with a mask and a hat, only showing a pair of eyes.

Fortunately, the rain last night lowered the sweltering temperature in the old Beijing city, and the sweat on Song Jing's forehead did not flow down in strands.

Uneasy, Song Wanzhou raised his hand repeatedly to adjust the position of Song Jing's hat, and said tentatively, "Xiaojing, or you can go back to the hotel and wait for me."

Song Jing put his hands on Song Wanzhou's shoulders, bent down cooperatively, leaned into his ear, and whispered meaningfully: "Where my brother is, I will be there."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Song Wanzhou had no choice but to give up and took out a tissue to wipe his sweat.

The two of them were pushed to the front row with the flow of people unknowingly. Song Wanzhou looked back and forth through the crowd, looking for the faces engraved in his memory.

He doesn't have a photo, so he can only experience it from memory.

Song Jing couldn't help, so he picked up the leaflets on the ground and folded them into paper fans to fan Song Wanzhou.

As soon as Song Wanzhou appeared, the reporter who had made an appointment with him wanted to come over to do an on-site interview, but he noticed the familiar back of the tall man standing beside him, met his sharp eyes, smiled bitterly, and hurried away, keeping Rice bowls matter.

Sighing secretly, she really wouldn't give him Song Wanzhou's contact information for no reason.

After looking around, he still couldn't see a face similar to the one in his mind. Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes slightly. He thought, maybe Xiaofei didn't come.

It was obviously the expected result, but Song Wanzhou couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Didn't you find it?" Song Jing asked.

Song Wanzhou snorted an 'um' from his nasal cavity.

"It's okay." Song Jing hugged Song Wanzhou's trembling shoulders, leaned over, and kissed the corner of his downturned lips through the mask, "She must not have been notified."

Song Wanzhou just nodded dumbly, and continued to listen to the speech on the stage.

The demolition ceremony was much simpler than he imagined. You can take pictures, but no one is allowed to enter it.Everything was kept simple, there were no reporters to disturb the original victims, and even the people involved in the case did not show their faces, only the police officers responsible for handling related incidents made a summary report on stage.

Following the order of the blasting personnel, the place where Song Wanzhou lived collapsed, and even the billowing dust was wrapped in rainwater and sank into the ruins.

Just like attending a funeral, Song Wanzhou stood upright, staring at the well in the middle of the ruins without moving, and slowly moved away until his eyes became sour.

He completely buried his unfinished thoughts here.

As the rain intensified, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only a few staff members still cleaning the scene.

Song Wanzhou stopped Song Jing who wanted to buy an umbrella, and the two walked in the rain, passing by the place where he had been waiting back then.

Replaced by new energy-saving street lights.

"Xiao Jing, do you want some water? I'll go buy water." Song Wanzhou said.

Song Jing was taken aback, then turned to smile, "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Song Wanzhou didn't go to buy water. After turning the corner and making sure that Song Jing was nowhere to be seen, he immediately stopped the car and went to the airport.

On the way to the airport, Song Wanzhou's eyes were red, and he pinched the flesh of his palms hard to make his unstoppable tears flow for granted.He thought, he really had blood that was as ugly as his uncle's, otherwise how could he use his uncle's method of deceiving him back then to deceive Song Jing now.

While waiting for the plane, Song Wanzhou was restless, worried that Song Jing would be waiting for him, tried several times to find someone, but finally stopped when he reached the door.

Either way, let Song Jing hate him for the rest of his life.

Full of anxiety and uneasiness, Song Wanzhou boarded the plane with a gloomy face.

"Sorry, that's my place inside." Facing the stranger, Song Wanzhou forced a smile and said gently.

He chose a seat by the window, and the people near the corridor had already stood up to let him pass, only the man sitting in the middle sleeping on his back remained motionless, as if he didn't hear Song Wanzhou's words.

After boarding, the flight attendant reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts. Song Wanzhou had no choice but to shake him and said patiently, "Could you put your legs back, please?"

"Brother," the man stretched his legs and refused to let go, took off the hat covering his face, revealing the sly eyes below, grabbed Song Wanzhou's hand and pulled it in forcefully, pressing him in place, until the opponent trembled His pupils raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother is so caring, he actually wants to go to Hangzhou to buy water for me." He almost squeezed these words through his teeth.

There was no way to retreat, and other passengers looked at him curiously. Song Wanzhou pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "Xiaojing, how do you know my flight information?"

Song Jing raised the volume loudly, "Who told you to always use my birthday as the lock screen password?"

Song Wanzhou was left speechless by the question.

"Brother, you are so bad, you don't even want such a cute and cute brother." Song Jing pinched Song Wanzhou's chin, took off the mask, and bit his lower lip until it bleeds. After tasting the blood Only then did he lick the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, "It seems that my brother likes bad boys more."