paranoia

Song Jing has been away for a while, and Song Wanzhou's life has gradually returned to peace.

In addition to running back and forth between the classroom and the office every day, I also need to spare some time to guide the research progress of the two students under my name.

But different from the past, Song Wanzhou now gets off work at midnight and doesn’t stay up late in the lab. The group meetings that need to be held are basically moved to the daytime. He occasionally attends routine dinners in the lab and leaves before ten o’clock with excuses. .

He himself quickly adapted to the regular schedule, but the students and other teachers in the research group felt like the sun was coming out of the west.Occasionally at night, when I wanted to find Song Wanzhou, but there was no one in the office, I called him, but he was already at home.

Because every night at exactly eleven o'clock, Song Jing would make regular video calls to make sure Song Wanzhou was at home and chat with him by the way.

When Song Wanzhou came home, took a slow shower, and warmed himself a cup of hot milk, Song Jing's phone call came.

Most of the time, it was Song Jing who asked Song Wanzhou, and he would ask all the questions he could think of.And Song Wanzhou took Song Jing's illogical ramblings as the background sound, and took the opportunity to deal with the documents left during the day. When he could answer, he would answer; Song Jing, who was staring at the camera, would naturally let him go.

Even if he can get used to talking on the phone, Song Wanzhou still has a problem. Every time before hanging up the phone, Song Jing will routinely ask Song Wanzhou if he misses him.

For Song Jing, there can only be one answer.

The most difficult person to deal with was Song Jing, who would not accept any answers other than his own.If Song Wanzhou felt ashamed that he couldn't speak, Song Jing, who was not afraid of embarrassment, would continue to talk softly and say something, just to get a satisfactory answer from his brother.

Song Wanzhou was delayed for a while at school today, and when he rushed home, it was already 10:30, so he speeded up his shower without realizing it.

According to Song Jing's impatient temperament, he would often be unhappy because he was a second late in answering the video, and he would not be able to coax him for a long time if he didn't give him some sweetness verbally.

Before he could dry his wet hair, Song Wanzhou sat at the desk, turned on the computer to read documents, and glanced at the sleeping mobile phone from the corner of his eye from time to time.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, he couldn't help but wake up the phone screen and open WeChat.

Can receive WeChat messages, the network is unobstructed.

It's eleven o'clock.

Song Wanzhou took a tight breath and tapped the desktop with his index finger, but he didn't hear the expected call, and the screen of the phone went black again after 30 seconds.

He paused while holding the mouse, waited for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and continued to browse the webpage with a calm expression.

The speed of scrolling the mouse has slowed down a lot.

After 5 minutes passed, Song Wanzhou couldn't help but frowned slightly. The number of times he checked his phone's messages had obviously increased, and the webpage was still stuck on the previous page, which hadn't been flipped for a long time.

Fifteen minutes passed, his hair had dried a lot, and the phone was still silent. Song Wanzhou thought that Song Jing might be busy, so he delayed for a while.

However, almost an hour later, Song Wanzhou's hair was completely dry, and Song Jing still had no intention of calling, and it became difficult to wait for every second, and he began to worry that something happened to Song Jing.

Waiting patiently until midnight, Song Jing gave him the prescribed rest time.

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips and opened the chat dialog with Song Jing.

The last chat record still stays at yesterday.

Song Jing asked him what he had for dinner, and he took a picture of the food in the cafeteria, waiting to be asked the name of the food, and then fell silent.

Until this morning, he had not received any further reply or a common good morning.

Song Wanzhou held the phone in both hands, staring deeply at the screen, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and was about to click the video call icon several times, but he couldn't find the right words as the first sentence to open his mouth. He hesitated again and again, but failed to persuade Go down without burden.

After struggling with his heart for a few minutes, Song Wanzhou finally let out a long sigh,

My hand loosened.

just forget it.

He thought about it for a while, and it was possible that Song Jing had finally gotten used to it and completely forgot about it. Calling now might still bother him.

What if he calls now?What should I say?If Song Jing wasn't going to call, what should he do?

Many questions linger around Song Wanzhou, making him hesitate and hesitate.

He kept reassuring himself in his heart, it doesn't matter if he doesn't call, he has an academic meeting tomorrow morning and needs to get up early.

However, the distance between the thumb and the screen is getting closer and closer.

The moment he clicked on the voice call, Song Wanzhou's whole heart was in his throat, every second of waiting became tormented, and every notification sound made him eager to hang up in time.

The call is connected.

Song Wanzhou's prepared words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter them.

The sound of long breathing came first, through the earphones, it was slowly transmitted into the ear canal, and it sprayed on the eardrums lightly, and there was a burst of itching from the pinna, which made Song Wanzhou's heart itch.

The other party waited for a while, but did not hear the voice, "Hello."

Song Jing's voice was lazy and a little tired, as if he had just been awakened from a dream.

Because it was just a voice call and couldn't see what was going on, worried about disturbing the other party, Song Wanzhou lowered his voice and asked softly, "Xiaojing, are you asleep?"

"Ah, it's brother, I thought it was the manager." Song Jing's voice came over the phone, his tone softened a bit, "Why did brother remember to call me?"

Usually, it was Song Jing who called Song Wanzhou, and it was rare that Song Wanzhou took the initiative to call.

Song Wanzhou's heart trembled, he took a deep breath, and murmured, "Xiaojing, it's early morning."

"Ah? It's so late? I was too tired just now, so I accidentally fell asleep." Song Jing paused, "Brother, are you home yet?"

There was some fluctuation in Song Wanzhou's eyes, and he slowly relaxed. It turned out that Song Jing was just asleep, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

He took a pen and scribbled and drew on the waste paper, with the tails of his eyes lightly raised, he smiled, "Well, I'm back."

There was also a chuckle from the other end of the phone, "Brother, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No." Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes, hiding the faint joy in his eyes, "I was busy just now, and I realized that it was almost time for bed, so I wanted to ask if you were asleep."

"What are you busy with? Huh? Brother, why can't I see you?" Song Jing said unhappily.

An enlarged version of Song Jing's handsome face suddenly appeared on the screen, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of tiredness, and his lips were pursed high.

Unprepared, Song Wanzhou almost dropped his phone to the ground, with trembling fingers, he turned on the camera tremblingly, and pretended to be calm and said to the camera, "I made a mistake just now."

Song Jing didn't care about Song Wanzhou's lame excuse. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and caressed Song Wanzhou's flustered face on the screen, "What time did you come back today?"

Turning on the camera, Song Wanzhou's small movements could not escape Song Jing's eyes. He deliberately put the phone far away, and said flatly: "Around 10:30, I can't remember the exact time."

Song Jing seemed to have seen something funny, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Song Wanzhou asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"My brother is also confused, and even turned over his collar." Song Jing said softly.

Only then did Song Wanzhou notice that not only was the collar turned upside down, but the buttons were also unbuttoned.Just came here in a hurry to wait for the call, and left the bathroom before I had time to tidy up.

"and many more."

Song Wanzhou moved away from the camera, and when he reappeared, his collar had already been adjusted.

"Okay." Song Jing said.

The two continued to chat with each other, even Song Wanzhou himself didn't notice that he talked more and began to ask about Song Jing's situation.

Talking to one point, Song Jing has already played well

He yawned a few times, his eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

Song Wanzhou, who had completely forgotten the time, couldn't bear it, and advised him to go to bed quickly, "Xiao Jing, go to sleep, I have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Brother doesn't want to talk to me?" Song Jing said aggrievedly.

Song Wanzhou explained, "No, I'm a little tired, let's talk tomorrow."

"Well, good." Song Jing blinked, tilted his head and smiled contentedly, "Brother, good night."

After all, we have to hang up the video.

"Xiao Jing" Song Wanzhou stopped it in time, thinking of the question Song Jing hadn't asked, he hesitated whether to remind the other party, "Did you forget something?"

Song Jing in the camera raised the corners of his mouth subtly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Isn't brother going to bed? Is there anything else you want to say?"

Song Wanzhou licked his lips uncomfortably, his throat tightened suddenly, and he didn't know how to speak.

Seeing this, Song Jing deliberately said: "There is nothing important, just go to bed, brother, good night."

Song Wanzhou said nervously, "Don't ask, don't ask, do I miss you?"

"Oh~" Song Jing deliberately prolonged the "oh" for a few seconds, "So my brother wanted to say this, I thought my brother would take the initiative to call me, and it has reached the point where I miss me very much, it seems that my brother still feels uncomfortable That's enough. Then, brother, did you miss me today?"

Song Jing's deep voice was like a feather, caressing Song Wanzhou's heart impartially, sending out a soothing itch.

Song Wanzhou was silent for a while, then quietly moved the camera away, making sure that he was not in the shot, and then said lightly, "It's just a little thought, don't worry about it."

He pretended to be relaxed on the surface, but his heart was beating drums. He didn't know how Song Jing would tease him.

"It doesn't matter if it's just a little bit." Seeing the rosy tips of the ears still exposed in the camera, Song Jing grinned almost to the roots of his ears, "Then let me think about the miss that my brother is embarrassed to say. ok, okay?"

"Brother~ I miss you very much."

Song Wanzhou's face flushed, and he hurriedly hung up the phone, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy." He even yawned deliberately.

Song Jingjing nodded, and sent a light kiss to the unoccupied camera, "Well, go to sleep, good night."

Through the Internet, Song Jing's originally charming voice added a touch of tenderness, and Song Wanzhou's whole heart was warmed when he heard a simple sentence.

It was rare that Song Jing let him go so easily tonight. After hanging up the phone, Song Wanzhou didn't rush back to the bedroom.

Seeing Song Jing's name written all over the paper at some point, he fell into deep thought.

He does have an academic conference tomorrow morning, and he needs to speak, but at this moment he has no intention of going to sleep.

His hand traced Song Jing's name carefully, and his eyes were mixed with some unclear and complicated emotions. He was thinking, since when did he open his heart again and let Song Jing in, so that, now Can easily say the word 'think'.

Unknowingly, he seemed to be a little obsessed again.

The manager pushed open the door and saw Song Jing who had rolled from the sofa to the bed at some point, and handed him the ticket, "Aren't you still playing games just now? Why did you get on the bed?"

Song Jing immediately put away the smirk on his face, glanced at the date on the ticket, "Change the time."

"Changed again?" The agent said in surprise.

This is already the third ticket he has changed.

"Well, change to tomorrow." Song Jing said without doubt, "Someone misses me."