paranoia

Chapter 66

"elder brother."

"elder brother?"

"elder brother!"

Song Wanzhou woke up suddenly from the dream, opened his eyes, the room was pitch black, and the chaotic heartbeat and suppressed heavy breathing were very clear in the quiet room.

He had the same dream for a week.

He dreamed that Song Jing was drowning in the water, and kept calling for help from him, begging him to save him.

In the dream, Song Wanzhou's legs were nailed in place by invisible nails, and he couldn't move. No matter how much he shouted, he couldn't make a sound, and couldn't respond to Song Jing's call for help. He could only watch Song The scene sinks into the water.

When the surface of the water gradually calmed down, all the dust settled, and the nails that pinned him disappeared, he could also make a hoarse cry. Song Wanzhou was so frightened that his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground.

Just when he thought Song Jing had completely sunk into the water, he saw his younger brother crawl out of the water with a livid face, pinch his neck, and asked him sharply why he didn't save him and why he abandoned him.

Supporting his aching forehead, Song Wanzhou sat up from the bed, pushed back his sweat-drenched hair, panting continuously.He didn't have the habit of turning on the air conditioner in winter. The wind blew on his sweaty back, and a chill rose from his tailbone, making him shiver slightly.

Bai Yiyu stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. Originally, he only needed to be observed for about a week before he could be discharged from the hospital. However, due to his excessive exhaustion, staying up late every day, and eating irregularly, his body was completely worn down, and his immunity was extremely poor. Recurring colds and being too weak to get out of bed.Under Han Junjing's strong request, Bai Yiyu abruptly asked the coach for a month's sick leave, and he reluctantly allowed him to go through the discharge procedures when his face was rosy and he looked energetic.

During Bai Yiyu's hospitalization, Song Wanzhou didn't ask Song Jing to pick him up from school. He went directly to the hospital and helped Han Junjing take care of Bai Yiyu.

He thought that it might be because he realized that he had seriously neglected Song Jing recently, and was afraid that he would suddenly explode, so he had such a terrifying dream.

He didn't dare to close his eyes anymore, Song Wanzhou was afraid of falling into a nightmare again, the suffocation feeling of not being able to breathe was too real, and he could not ignore it for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, he simply wrapped himself in a quilt and came to the living room, sat on the sofa and stared at the goldfish bowl on the coffee table in a daze.

The goldfish were a few that Song Jing snagged for him when he and Song Jing spent the weekend outside last month.There were three of them, but they were not taken care of well. One died two days ago, and now there are only two left in the fish tank.

Song Wanzhou was going to bring them back to the old house during the winter vacation, and then replace them with a bigger fish tank.

Song Jing, who had gotten into the habit of getting up early and going out to buy breakfast, walked out of the room yawning, and habitually glanced at Song Wanzhou's bedroom. There was no one there, and there was no quilt on the bed. He frowned slightly and called out in doubt. One, "Brother?" No one answered, came from the bedroom to the living room, and saw Song Wanzhou on the sofa who wrapped himself up like a squirrel, and his uneasy heart relaxed a little, "Brother?"

Song Wanzhou closed his eyes and fell asleep at some point.

Song Jing saw that his eyebrows were furrowed, his facial features were tangled together, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he groaned slightly, as if he had a bad dream.

Song Jing walked over, squatted in front of him, shook, and called softly, "Brother?"

Song Wanzhou's body shook, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Song Jing squatting in front of him, his eyebrows frowned a little more, as if he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, he took out his hand from under the bed and touched Song Jing's face After feeling the temperature, he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said lightly, "Is Xiaojing going out?"

"what time is it now?"

Song Jing put Song Wanzhou's cold hands exposed outside into the bed, tightened them tightly, and asked worriedly: "Did brother have a nightmare? I think your expression is not very good." Pulling two tissues, along the The sweat from Song Wanzhou's forehead was wiped down to his chin.

Song Wanzhou was still in shock, as long as he closed his eyes, the gloomy Song Jing would pinch his neck and ask in his ear if he wanted to abandon him.

Dang Song King

When the hand that wiped his sweat came to his neck, Song Wanzhou's body was stiff, as if Song Jing was going to strangle him in the next moment, he was short of breath, his face was pale, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his cold hand held him Song Jing said in a low voice, "No need."

Song Jing, who knew nothing about Song Wanzhou's dream, saw him so panicked and frightened, thought he was dreaming back to the days when he was a child in the orphanage, and hugged Song Wanzhou tightly with the quilt in his arms. Here, he comforted: "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you."

Feeling the warmth from his chest, Song Wanzhou's eyes were clouded with mist, his slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, his breathing gradually became steady, and he held his hands in the air, not daring to let them go for a long time.

The warmth and hurt from the same person are intertwined and shrouded in his heart. Song Wanzhou's heart is extremely unreliable, full of unreality, and can't distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Brother, don't be afraid." Song Jing whispered softly, trying to drive away the nightmare haunting Song Wanzhou.

Song Jing lowered his head, and there was a fierceness in his deep eyes. There is too little he can do now, and he secretly fights. One day, he will let Song Wanzhou completely get rid of the shadow of his childhood.

"Xiao Jing," Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, put his chin on Song Jing's shoulder, hugged the young man who gave him a warm embrace, and adjusted his breathing, "I won't abandon you."

Unable to say to the boy in the dream, Song Wanzhou wanted to tell Song Jing directly.

Song Jing, who got the sweetness by accident, pursed his lips, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Brother, I am too."

The two teenagers hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's long breaths, until the sound of the alarm clock came from Song Wanzhou's room.

Song Jing frowned slightly, knelt on the sofa, hugged Song Wanzhou without moving, and said, "Brother, the alarm clock is ringing."

Song Wanzhou, who half closed his eyes, hummed softly from his nasal cavity, but he didn't have the slightest intention of getting up to close it.

His body temperature gradually rose in Song Jing's arms.

Song Wanzhou admitted that he was greedy for the warmth and breath that belonged to Song Jing, and was reluctant to leave. Only when he was close to his brother could his anxious heart calm down.

Since Song Wanzhou didn't move, Song Jing was naturally reluctant to let go of the rare entanglement, and the corner of his mouth couldn't hide the smile.Pin Song Wanzhou's hair behind his ears, hold his small face with warm palms, rub his thumbs along the corners of his eyes to the end of them, his eyes are clean and pure, "Brother, so soft."

Soft into the heart, want to hide him, to appreciate alone.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang for the second time that Song Wanzhou gradually regained consciousness, regained his senses, turned his face to cover his panic, and said softly, "Where do you want to go to play today?"

He realized he had lost his composure again.

It was the New Year's Day holiday, and Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen took the opportunity of a business trip to go to Song Raoshuang's house in Shanghai. The old house was empty, and they both had to go to school, so they didn't go with them. Apart from studying, they had no other holiday arrangements.

Song Jing squatted on the ground contentedly, propped his chin, with a bright smile on his face, "Shall I go out for a walk with my brother?"

Song Wanzhou has been busy reviewing for the final exam recently, and he really hasn't been out much, so he nodded slightly in agreement.

The travel arrangements are generally based on Song Jing's preferences, so Song Wanzhou has the full power to Song Jing to decide.

While he was washing up, Song Jing leaned against the wall behind him, searching the Internet for different entertainment.

Song Jing was in a good mood, from time to time he secretly glanced at Song Wanzhou who was brushing his teeth in the mirror, and quickly lowered his head before he was discovered.

There are only a few things that can be played, Song Jing will not get bored, as long as he can be with his brother, he is happy just to have a meal, but he wants Song Wanzhou to feel that being with him is very enjoyable.

"Want to go mountain climbing?" Song Jing asked.

Song Wanzhou paused while brushing his teeth. Seeing Song Jing staring at him through the reflection of the glass mirror, he subconsciously wanted to refuse. He was weak and worried that he would not be able to climb up. He became a burden, a failure. This is Song Jing's rare enthusiasm.

"Xiaojing, I can't climb up," he said with foam in his mouth, "otherwise I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain?"

"Brother, you let me go up alone?

" Song Jing pouted and muttered.

"But..." Song Wanzhou still couldn't say no.

"I just want to be with my brother when I go out to play. If I'm the only one going up, it's better for both of us to stroll down the mountain." Song Jing saw his embarrassed face, smiled, and handed him the water glass. "If brother can't go up, I'll carry you on my back."

After talking about this point, if Song Wanzhou refused again, it was time for Song Jing to show a hurt expression, so he reluctantly agreed.

While eating breakfast, Song Jing saw that Song Wanzhou was still bored and looked uninterested, flipping through the guidebook on his phone, trying to instill in him the joy of mountain climbing.

Considering that Song Wanzhou's health might not be able to bear it, Song Jing specially chose Baoshi Mountain next to the West Lake. It is not very high and the road is not steep.

"Xiao Jing, are you taking the exam next week too?" Song Wanzhou sat on the back seat of the bicycle, with his arms around Song Jing's waist, and asked softly.

During the holiday, there was a lot of traffic, Song Jing rode slowly, nodded, and said with a smile: "Same day as brother."

After a while, Song Wanzhou asked again: "How are you getting ready?"

Song Wanzhou usually doesn't ask about Song Jing's studies, since Song Jing promised that he will study hard, Song Wanzhou naturally believes in him unconditionally.But in the past few days, the lights in Song Jing's room were turned off later than him, and Song Wanzhou was a little worried that he was putting too much pressure on himself, and his body couldn't bear it.

Song Jing suddenly sped up and smiled even more, "Anyway, brother just wait for his wish to come true."

Compared with Song Jing's possible achievements, Song Wanzhou actually wanted to know what Song Jing would ask for at that time.

He also asked insincerely, but Song Jing just laughed and didn't answer, and didn't let him guess. He would know when he said it, which made Song Wanzhou even more itchy.

Thinking of the dream in the morning and Song Jing's warm embrace, Song Wanzhou's tone became softer, "Come on, Xiaojing."