paranoia

Ever since he knew that Song Wanzhou had turned eight years old, Song Jing was more and more eager for his second birthday to come soon.Song Wanzhou's birthday candles were not used up, and Song Jing hid them under his pillow, along with the rose that his brother gave him.

The nanny found it out from under his pillow when cleaning in the morning. The rose petals had been crushed, the red juice was printed on the pillow core, and the stamens were also rotten. I don’t know Song Jing hid it specially, and threw it away. Into the trash can.

As a result, Song Jing habitually groped under the pillow during his lunch break, but couldn't find it anyway, so he cried and called Tan Jing.

"Grandma! Huahua! Huahua is a gift from my brother!"

Tan Jing comforted the crying Song Jing, but she couldn't understand what he said, thinking that he was clamoring for Song Wanzhou again, so she coaxed him, saying that her brother would be back at night.

Song Jing cried until his throat was hoarse and his back was soaked. Song Wanzhou came back from school with his schoolbag on his back. It was his turn to be on duty today, so he was delayed in school for a long time.

The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, but unexpectedly did not see a familiar figure, Song Wanzhou yelled as he walked, "Brother, brother, brother is back."

Song Raoshuang came out of the room dressed up, saw Song Wanzhou, and reminded him: "Xiaojing has been making trouble at home all day, and none of us can coax him well. You can ask him later."

Song Wanzhou replied: "Sister, don't play too late at night, come back early!" Then he ran inside, he knew that his brother would not lose his temper for no reason, he would not mess around because he went to school, In order to go to school earlier, he has been very obedient lately, so there must be a reason.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Jing, who heard the movement, immediately struggled out of Tan Jing's arms and threw himself into Song Wanzhou's arms, his red and swollen eyes choked up and said, "Brother, Huahua!"

Song Wanzhou wiped Song Jing's weeping face with the corner of his white clothes, and asked softly, "Is the flower my brother gave Xiaojing gone?"

Song Jing finally heard what he wanted to hear, wiped his unstoppable tears with his hands, nodded vigorously, and cried, "The one my brother gave me is gone."

After figuring out the reason, Song Wanzhou took Song Jinghan's little hand and rummaged through his room, and finally found the crumpled wreckage in the trash can in the corner. Song Jing cried even more when he saw it up.

Song Wanzhou hurriedly found a dark blue book from his room and put it on the desk, found a series of tools, sat on the bench and hugged Song Jing who was crying so hard, and said softly: "Xiaojing, Brother will teach you the magic of making Huahua beautiful?"

Song Jing's fleshy legs were spread apart and he sat straddling his brother, and his two small hands tightly held the fabric on Song Wanzhou's chest. With tears in his eyes, he stared aggrievedly at his brother with a rippling smile, and said: "Brother, change quickly."

Song Wanzhou carefully picked off the petals that were still in good condition, dried the stains with a paper towel, stacked the petals together as much as possible, put them in a special glass container, and asked the nanny to "ding" for them at 60°C for 30 seconds.He pinched the stopwatch and waited next to the microwave oven. When the time was up, he immediately put on his gloves and took out the things to show Song Jing. He said happily: "My brother learned this in handicraft class. It's the first time he made it himself. My brother hand Stupid, it may not be as good-looking as before, but you can still see the original appearance. If Xiaojing likes it, we will put it in a photo frame, so you won’t be afraid to find it when you want to see it in the future. If Xiaojing doesn’t I like it, brother will buy you another one when he comes back from school tomorrow, okay?"

Song Jing stood on tiptoe, couldn't wait to touch it, and said with a smile through tears: "I like it! I like everything my brother gave me!"

The photo frame was also made in Song Wanzhou's handicraft class, and the surrounding circle was messed up by Song Jing's crayons. Guan Zhiwen suggested buying a better one, but Song Jing refused to do it, and insisted on this.Song Wanzhou listened to him in everything, carefully framed it and placed it in the most conspicuous place in his bedroom.

Because Song Jing wanted to go to school earlier, Song Wanzhou taught him to count with his fingers, from one to one hundred.

It only took Song Jing two days to count from one to ten, but nearly a month to count from one to one hundred.The child is not good at character, and when he is counting, he will lose his mind, thinking about food for a while, thinking about going to watch animation for a while, and thinking about why Song Wanzhou is not out of school more often.

Song Kuanyu joked to Guan Zhiwen: "Our little son, what will we do if our grades are poor in the future?"

Guan Zhiwen was signing Song Wanzhou's mid-term exam paper with full marks, and said nonchalantly, "There's a yang and yang in this, a master of learning and a scum in teaching, just complement each other."

Song Kuanyu didn't really think Song Jing was stupid, on the contrary, he was very proud of him, after all, not all children could speak words fluently before they were two years old.The couple did not make too many demands on the two children, nor would they force them to learn anything. They fully respected the choice of the children, and they could do whatever they wanted.

After counting to ten, two hands were not enough for him to break, so Song Wanzhou began to teach him to use plastic sticks. After he counted a hundred sticks, he finally ushered in the first day of December. The second birthday he talked about every day.

The two children enjoy the same love in the Song family. Although Song Jing is young, he also has his own birthday party.

Song Jing didn't know what to say, "If you want to whisper in your heart, it won't work if someone hears it", after shouting loudly in front of everyone in the family that you want your brother to be with him all the time, the front teeth couldn't be shut and the wind blew it out There are two small candles on the cake.

Everyone else saw that Song Jing was still young, and bought a few toys that he might like casually. Only Song Wanzhou started preparing for it a week ago.He bought a schoolbag for Song Jing as a birthday gift with the living expenses he usually saved, with his favorite anime characters on it.

Song Jing would carry his small schoolbag around in front of Guan Zhiwen every day to remind her that he is two years old and can go to kindergarten.

Guan Zhiwen helplessly and amusedly entrusted someone to complete the enrollment procedures for the kindergarten class for the next semester for Song Jing, who was inexplicably eager to go to school.

"Why does Xiaojing want to go to school? Is it because it's not fun at home?"

"It's fun!" Song Jing sat on the blanket and played with his schoolbag happily, "I want to be with my brother!"

After New Year's Day, Song Wanzhou began to prepare for the final exam at the end of the month.Their primary school is relatively tight, and a lot of after-school homework is assigned every day. In addition to the exercise books issued by the school itself, parents must also be present.

He not only has to study by himself, but also brings Bai Yiyu with him, because he promised Bai Yiyu's grandma that he can't let Bai Yiyu play all the time, but has to study.

Bai Yiyu didn't seem to want to study hard, she was very active when get out of class was over, but as soon as she heard the class bell, she began to doze off, the exam was coming soon, and she couldn't even count the simplest single-digit addition and subtraction well .

"Ayu," Song Wanzhou sat on his seat and turned the ballpoint pen, turning his head to look at Bai Yiyu who was playing backgammon with him, "why don't you want to learn?"

Heizi's Bai Yiyu quickly formed a line, and Baizi's Bai Yiyu said angrily, "Anyway, I won't live long, so I want to be happy."

Song Wanzhou's pen flew off the ground, his hands froze on the desk, and his lower lip couldn't stop trembling in shock, "Ayu, what do you mean? What do you mean you won't live long?"

Bai Yiyu knew that he had said something wrong, so he heavily drew the lines on the chessboard on the draft paper, and remedied: "You're just kidding! You're just kidding! My grandma said that people live for a lifetime, isn't it only a few decades? It's over."

Song Wanzhou is Bai Yiyu's first and last friend in this life, and there is no need to tell him some things.

Even if Bai Yiyu didn't want to study, Song Wanzhou still took notes in the book for him, thinking that if he suddenly thought about it one day, he could read it if he wanted to study.

Due to heavy study tasks, Song Wanzhou spent less time playing with Song Jing after returning home.But Song Jing didn't make trouble, and obediently brought a small bench to sit next to Song Wanzhou, quietly playing with the little train and waiting for his brother to finish his homework and go downstairs for dinner together.

Song Wanzhou looked down at his bored younger brother who was in a daze, and said softly, "Is Xiaojing hungry?"

Hearing Song Wanzhou calling himself, Song Jing immediately echoed, pulled up his clothes to reveal his swollen frog belly, and said happily, "I'm not hungry, I've eaten cakes!"

"Brother is almost done with his homework, can Xiaojing wait a little longer?"

"it is good!"

When the two went downstairs, they happened to meet Song Raoshuang coming back from the outside. As usual, she obediently called "Sister-in-law", but she went upstairs with a sullen face and ignored the two of them. There was a loud "bang" when the door was closed. .

During the meal, Song Raoshuang didn't go downstairs, neither did Tan Jing, only Guan Zhiwen and Song Kuanyu were on the table.

After Song Wanzhou wiped Song Jing's dirty mouth clean, he leaned into Guan Zhiwen's ear and whispered, "Mom, why don't sister-in-law and grandma eat?"

Guan Zhiwen rubbed him to grow some hair, sighed, squinted at Song Kuanyu who was sitting in the main seat with a dark face, and said softly: "Yangyang, take my brother to the bedroom to play, adults' things are up to you." It'll work out."

Song Kuanyu said in a deep voice, "Professor Guan, don't tell your child this?"

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to carry Song Jing back to the bedroom, change the clothes that were stained by the soup during the meal, and put on his pajamas. Song Jing will sleep with him tonight, as he promised yesterday.

"Xiaojing taking a bath tonight?" Song Wanzhou stood in the bathroom to put hot water in the children's tub, stretched out his hand to feel the temperature was suitable, and called Song Jing in, coaxing him to hold on to the clothes It was stripped off.

Song Jing listened to his brother in everything, except taking a bath, since he didn't like water since he was a child, he had a conditioned reflex to run as soon as he saw the tub filled with water.

Song Wanzhou knew that he was going to run away, so he immediately locked the bathroom door.Song Jing lay on the frosted bathroom door and pawed, trying to get out of the nightmare of taking a bath.

"If Xiaojing is disobedient and washes off Xiangxiang, my brother won't sleep with Xiaojing."

"Brother is naughty, I agreed."

"But Xiaojing also needs to take a bath. Brother thinks Xiaojing smells bad if he doesn't take a bath."

"woo woo woo woo..."

In the end, Song Jing sat obediently in the tub while crying and let Song Wanzhou bathe him.

Song Wanzhou has already gained experience in bathing Song Jing. He must control it within 10 minutes and finish washing quickly, otherwise he will start to make trouble, splash water everywhere, and insist on washing Song Wanzhou's clothes. The pants are all wet.

It was almost nine o'clock after taking a shower, and Song Wanzhou had to go to class the next day, so he quickly dried Song Jing's hair, hugged him in his arms, patted him on the back while telling bedtime stories, and gave him a hug. Coaxed to sleep.

In Song Wanzhou's sleep, he heard a loud door slamming outside, followed by the scratching and pulling of the luggage rollers on the solid wood floor.

The next day, Guan Zhiwen told him that Song Raoshuang had gone abroad.