Wang Jing was called a little follower when he was very young.

Song Wen's little follower.

But is that really the case?

Wang Jing looked at the smiling Song Wen and thought, just a little follower, anyway, it's good if he's happy, it's no big deal.

But Wang Jing is not much worse than Song Wen, whether it is his appearance or grades, he is not bad.

Wang Jing kicked the stones on the side of the road and looked at Song Wen who was walking in front, "Hey, Awen, why do they all call me a little follower?" ”

"Huh?" Song Wen turned his head, frowned and pretended to be a little adult to think about it, and suddenly clapped his hands, "That's because the two of us are good friends." ”

Ah, that's right.

Wang Jing's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously, "Hmm! It turns out that the little follower means good friends! ”

So even if Wang Jing knew what the meaning of the little follower was, he was still happy to be a little follower.

Because he has always believed that people outside think that the little follower is him, but he and Song Wen both know that he is not a little follower. The little henchman is the brother.

But Wang Jing found out that he was wrong.

He was the only one who thought that the little follower meant being a good brother.

Song Wen didn't think so, and Song Wen also thought that he was a little follower like everyone else.

I don't usually notice it, but when it comes to the critical moment, it will be revealed.

Song Wen has a problem with his leg.

The doctor didn't check it out, but there was a problem in the college entrance examination.

The high-spirited teenager missed the college entrance examination and missed the opportunity to get ahead.

And he couldn't let go of this opportunity to follow him to the hospital at that time, and he was admitted to the hospital he said he would go to together.

Wang Jing didn't dare to look at Song Wen, he didn't know if it was psychological or what.

It happened that his sister Wang Huan was sick, so Wang Jing had a reason not to go.

It turned out to be encountered.

Even though Wang Jing had made so many psychological preparations, he still returned to his original form the moment he saw Song Wen, he tried his best to control himself, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder as before, and said with a smile, long time no see.

Although he knew that he was uncomfortable, Wang Jing was still stabbed by his tone.

He stiffened and fled.

Song Wen is already very relieved.

At that time, seeing that Xia Wei and Song Wen had broken up, Wang Jing went to him worriedly, and he had to use games to comfort him in person.

accidentally slipped out, and the two of them got into a fight on the bridge.

If you hold back your heart, you can even say it.

Song Wen, Awen, you really are.

No, I'm your little henchman.

Wang Jing smiled and grinned, and his heart was mmp.

His brother was gone.

It is very relieving to say it, but after the relief, there is a deep sadness.

Wang Jing knew Song Wen's temper and did not contact him. There is a kind of you go, let's go, Lao Tzu is not rare in your backbone.

Then Song Wen left and never contacted him again.

He entered a great company and made many friends, but none of them were as good as Song Wen.

Wang Jing would still remember to live in the dormitory with Song Wen to play games, lie on the railing together to see that little girl look good, and then Song Wen would look at Xia Wei inadvertently.

Wang Jing also sighed that the years really urge people to grow old.

It was time for him to find a partner, but in the end he found that it was better to be alone.

Wait for that good brother to come back, it's no problem to be a follower for the rest of your life.

Wang Jing tried to send messages to Song Wen, but most of them were in vain.

Wang Jing thought that Song Wen really didn't plan to pay attention to him.

It's just that Xia Wei even sent him a message.

Where is Song Wen?

I don't know.

That guy.... Ignore me at all.

So when he saw Song Wen again, Wang Jing's eyes were shining.

When he took Song Wen to drink together, Wang Jing said to him, Boss, I'll still be your sidekick.

Song Wen punched him in the face, "Who the is your boss!" Then he hugged him, "We are brothers!" ”

Brothers.

Wang Jing hugged back, "Hmm! Brothers! ”

After reconciling, I often went to Song Wen's place to eat, although Xia Daqianjin's cooking was really unpalatable to the point of explosion.

But that's good, it's pretty comfortable.