paranoia

When the two arrived at the hospital, they happened to see He Yu's mother at the door and He Yu's father, whom Song Wanzhou had only met briefly, standing not far away.

"Teacher Song." He Yu's mother nodded slightly towards Song Wanzhou.

She looked a lot haggard, her neatly coiled hair had fallen out, a few strands of white strands had grown from her temples, and there were even two gullies on her forehead.

Overnight, the whole person looks several years older.

A sudden funeral in the family, or a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, Song Wanzhou understands what a painful blow to a family.

He felt a little acid in his heart, tried his best to maintain a calm surface, and asked gently: "Mother He Yu, have you completed the formalities?"

She nodded, and raised her hand to pin the broken hair behind her ears, maintaining her decent image outside, "Send He Yu back first. I have troubled you for the past two days, and I made a special trip." Glanced back With a glance, he looked at Song Jing who was standing behind Song Wanzhou calmly, and tightened his hand holding the bag, "Who is this?"

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips lightly, thinking about how to introduce Song Jing.

He said he was close, and he was afraid that He Yu's sensitive parents would see the clues, so he would find trouble for nothing; he said that he had just opened up to Song Jing and began to accept him, but he was worried that he would be hurt because of his own words.

"Teacher Song?" Thinking that Song Wanzhou didn't hear, she asked again.

Noticing that Song Wanzhou was in a bit of trouble, Song Jing took the initiative to break the embarrassment, "Song Jing." He walked half a step past Song Wanzhou, took off his mask, smiled, and introduced himself solemnly, "Song Wanzhou is my brother , I am his younger brother."

"Hello." He Yu's mother breathed a sigh of relief, "No wonder you look so young."

In her heart she blamed herself for being too sensitive, seeing Song Wanzhou standing with another man, she actually started to wonder about their relationship.

"Are you ready?" He Yu's father stopped the taxi and shouted impatiently in the direction where they were standing, without any intention of coming over to say hello.

He Yu's mother apologized, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, we have to leave first. We will go to the school to go through He Yu's withdrawal procedures in two days, and we will contact you at that time."

"Do you need to store He Yu's things for you?" Song Wanzhou asked politely.

He Yu's mother stopped, lowered her head slightly, and said flatly: "There are no people left, so what's the use of keeping them. If his classmates need them, just take them. We will pack up the rest and throw them away." .”

Song Wanzhou wanted to say something, but when he met the displeased He Yu's father, he didn't know how to speak, and finally waved at them helplessly.

When the taxi disappeared from sight, Song Jing took Song Wanzhou's hand again and walked towards the parking lot.

Song Jing was wearing a windbreaker today, and the two of them walked closer. If passers-by didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to tell whether it was visual misalignment, or if they really saw the two men's hands clasped together.

Song Wanzhou got into the car and fastened his seat belt in silence.

Song Jing obviously felt that after meeting He Yu's parents, Song Wanzhou was a little depressed.

"Brother, where do you want to go?" The sunlight on the road was a bit dazzling, Song Jing didn't look sideways, and raised his hand to help Song Wanzhou put down the sunshade, "Wulin Square or Wanda?"

"It's all right." Song Wanzhou said softly.

Song Jing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, "Then let's go to Wulin."

Song Wanzhou didn't think about the distance between the two places Song Jing said at all, but simply listened to Song Jing's arrangement.

Selfishly, Song Jing wanted to go to Wanda, which was far away from home, so he had reasons to stay Song Wanzhou overnight.

But he must go to Wulin today to watch a good show.

You can spend the night at any time, and you can't just watch a play if you want to.

Regarding Song Jing's decision, Song Wanzhou just nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

Along the way, Song Jing seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune.

The melody was a bit unfamiliar to Song Wanzhou who hadn't heard pop songs for a long time, but it didn't stop him from humming along.

The cheerful rhythm made his heavy heart much better.

Even though Song Jing said that he was not well-known and no one would recognize him, when passing by the gas station, Song Wanzhou was keenly aware of the eyes that fell on the two of them.

The clerk seemed to have recognized Song Jing, and pulled his companions eager to get closer to them.

But Song Jing didn't know it, he still held his shoulders and played with his mobile phone with his head down.

Fortunately, the other party didn't take out their mobile phone to take pictures. When they were hesitating, Song Wanzhou hurriedly dragged Song Jing back to the car.

After leaving, Song Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xiaojing, you should wear a mask. If you are recognized, it will not affect you well."

He asked knowingly, "What's the matter?" In fact, from the very beginning, Song Jing saw the staff members looking at them, but he deliberately didn't tell Song Wanzhou, and even tightened his grip on Song Wanzhou's shoulders. tight.

Song Wanzhou handed him the mask that Song Jing had taken off, and advised him, "You should wear it."

Song Jing didn't answer.

Before Song Wanzhou could speak again, the red light at the intersection ahead turned on.

Song Jing stopped the car, put his hands on the steering wheel casually, turned his face to the side, smiled brightly at Song Wanzhou, and leaned slightly in the direction of the co-pilot, "60 seconds is enough. Brother help me wear it." He didn't urge him, but just said with a smile: "If the green light is on, the people behind will scold you."

Song Wanzhou was stunned for a second for those who were stuck on the timing, then shook his head helplessly, sighed, and helped Song Jing put on the mask with his own hands.

At the last second of the red light, Song Jing sneaked a kiss on the back of Song Wanzhou's hand through the mask, "Are you ready?"

The green light is on.

Song Wanzhou blushed, quickly withdrew his hand, and urged: "Okay, let's go, there are many people at noon."

On the way, Song Jing hummed a more cheerful tone.

Song Wanzhou touched the faintly hot back of his hand, and his face also became hot, as if he could think of the touch of real lips.

a little itchy.

I don't know if it's the back of the hand or the tip of the heart.

There are not many people in the shopping mall on weekdays, and the men's clothing section on the second floor is basically just two people shopping, Song Wanzhou and Song Jing.

After confirming that no one was there, Song Wanzhou felt a lot more relaxed.

Don't worry about Song Jing being recognized. As reported in the news, the two of them were surrounded, and if they didn't pay attention, they would be pushed and fell down.

Obviously it was to buy clothes for him, but it turned out that he was the one sitting on the waiting sofa, but it was Song Jing who walked back and forth in the store to choose clothes.

The main reason is that Song Wanzhou doesn't have any opinions. If Song Jing asked him to choose, he would just stand at the door of the store and take a look. He didn't even need to try, and he would go straight to the next one. He basically wouldn't stay at the door of the same store for more than half a minute.

According to his shopping efficiency, he can walk around the entire shopping mall in less than half an hour.

Song Jing brought a bunch of new clothes, "How about these? Is it enough?" The arms of the two shopping guides standing aside were also covered with clothes, and Song Jing didn't think it was enough.

Song Wanzhou was a bit complaining, and scolded: "Xiaojing, there are too many." Those who didn't know thought Song Jing was visiting the wholesale market, randomly picking expensive international brands like buying a stall.

"It's not like buying all of them. Brother, try it first, and then buy if you like it." Song Jing didn't care about the tag at all, and pushed the reluctant Song Wanzhou to the locker room, "Let me see when you change it."

Song Wanzhou was not used to taking off his clothes outside, so he stood at the door holding his clothes, not wanting to go in.

Song Jingzhi pushed the shopping guide away, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "What's the matter? Brother, do you want me to go in with you?"

One sentence successfully pushed Song Wanzhou into the locker room farthest from the waiting area.

There are also mirrors in each compartment. When undressing, Song Wanzhou looked at his flat stomach and sighed slightly, and couldn't help but think of Song Jing's perfectly lined abs.

Not wanting to look at his thin body anymore, Song Wanzhou turned his back, took off his clothes in a gentle manner, and then put on his clothes leisurely.

Obviously, he could take a general picture inside, but Song Jing wanted him to go out.

Fortunately, only Song Jing was waiting for him, otherwise Song Wanzhou would be even more embarrassed.

Although the movements are a bit cautious, it can still be seen that every piece of clothing Song Jingxuan wears is very suitable for him, and he looks gentle.

Song Jing was also very satisfied.

Every time he changed one, he was full of compliments, and he didn't bring any duplicates.

Although he knew he did it on purpose, after closing the door, the corners of Song Wanzhou's mouth still raised uncontrollably.

Sure enough, if you stay with young lives, you will become much younger.

When paying the bill, Song Jing asked Song Wanzhou to choose by himself.

In fact, Song Wanzhou thought they were all good, but when he was trying on clothes, he secretly looked at the signs and knew the approximate price, so he chose the cheapest one.

He didn't ask Song Jing to pay, and Song Jing didn't insist, and he didn't know what he was happy for, and he kept standing by the side laughing.

A shirt cost more than 5000, and Song Wanzhou still felt a pain when he swiped the card, which was equivalent to half a month's salary.

As soon as he left the store, Song Jing asked him to stand where he was and wait for a while before he went far.

Song Wanzhou thought he was going to the toilet, but the direction of departure was obviously not to the toilet.

Within 2 minutes, Song Wanzhou saw that Song Jing's left and right hands were carrying bags with the same logo on the clothes in his hand, obviously he had just returned to the store just now.

Sure enough, the clothes in the bags were all clothes that Song Wanzhou had just tried on, but didn't buy.

Song Wanzhou looked away from his clothes, raised his head, and shouted reproachfully, "Xiaojing."

Song Wanzhou felt that Song Jing was wasting too much, even if he really wanted to spend money on clothes for him, just buy one.The unit price is not cheap, these few pieces together must have cost a lot of money.He felt a little distressed when he bought only one piece, let alone so many.

He couldn't help frowning, "Why do you buy so much?"

Song Jing poked the dimple in the corner of Song Wanzhou's mouth because of pursed lips, "Brother is joking again, don't you buy clothes for wearing?"

"But I can't wear so many!"

"Brother can have one piece a day. For more than half a month, you don't have to think about what to wear the next day, which saves more time. Spend all the time you have with me, okay?"

For Song Jing's fallacious reasoning, even if Song Wanzhou opened his mouth more, he would not be able to explain it to him.

Now he wanted to take it back and return it while the clerk was familiar with them.

While talking, a kissing couple walked out of the men's clothing store opposite.

Seeing that girl, Song Wanzhou was obviously taken aback, his lips trembled, and he subconsciously hid his scarred hands behind his back.

Song Jing also followed his gaze.

Fortunately, I did not miss it.

He sent a text message to the private investigator, asking for a clear enough picture, especially the woman's face.

Song Wanzhou's legs were weak, and he could barely stand still if he leaned on Song Jing.

Cen Youfan is still the same as in memory, looks more beautiful and more mature.

With a happy face, he held the arm of the man beside him.

And this man, whom Song Wanzhou knew, was none other than the vice president of their college.Just passed her 56th birthday, and she already has a son and a daughter under her knees.

Not divorced.