Fanservice Paradox

(It is recommended that those who have not opened their speeches take a look at the speeches in the previous chapter and reap the happiness)

Fang Juexia at this moment seemed to be glowing all over.

Pei Tingsong couldn't describe that feeling. Obviously they are all pursuing dreams, but he and Fang Juexia seem to choose completely different ways and ways.

He rammed his head and broke the blood in the fan cage, wanting to see a freer world.

Fang Juexia fumbled patiently in the dark, looking for the button that triggered the light.

Pei Tingsong couldn't help laughing, "There are many solutions in this world."

Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant. But he realized that he said too much.

The person in front of him clearly was just like him a few weeks ago, but now, he can even tell him the journey he has never shared with others.

This is not like him at all, he is not a person who will be willing to deal with people casually.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to answer my question." Pei Tingsong said.

Fang Juexia was surprised by this tacit agreement, but his face was indifferent, "I didn't expect you to go to that movie."

"You said impress you." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I'm curious, what kind of thing can impress you."

It is not so easy to shake an iceberg.

"Your curiosity is too heavy." Fang Juexia began to pack up the plates, took all the plates, and was ready to leave.

"Since you said so," Pei Tingsong said, "I have another question."

Fang Juexia put the dishes in the sink and quickly washed them out.

Pei Tingsong directly regarded his silence as default. He walked over and leaned on the counter.

The flowing water pouring out from Wolla Lala could not cover Pei Tingsong's voice.

"What happened to you at Astar?"

After asking this sentence, Pei Tingsong felt incredible. In the past, he would not have asked such a person so carefully, it was impossible. He would now think about how to make the wording more euphemistic and how not to be misunderstood.

Most importantly, after he asked the exit, he would feel uneasy.

Fang Juexia took the plate out, closed the faucet, dried his hands, and then looked up at Pei Tingsong, "I may not be able to answer you this question one by one.

He saw Pei Tingsong's puzzled expression and said, "Actually, if you ask me straight, if you really have unspoken rules, I can answer."

He looked straight at Pei Tingsong's eyes, "No."

Pei Tingsong blurted out subconsciously, "I know." He knew that his response was too fast, so he paused again. "I mean, I believe you."

His tone was eloquent, almost making Fang Juexia shake.

"You weren't like this before." Fang Juexia smiled and put the plate back in the cupboard.

Pei Tingsong immediately said, "The process of human cognition is spiraling."

Fang Juexia's movements froze, turning his head to look at him, "things?"

Pei Tingsong thought of a lot of metaphors in the ice and wood before, and there were a lot of metaphors, "... and humans."

Fang Juexia closed the cabinet door, "So you can be so determined now, I am not lying to you?"

"Then you are too cunning." Pei Tingsong's tone murmured a little.

Fang Juexia laughed unusually, "One another." But he quickly smiled, "I didn't lie to you. But I can't tell you what happened, the only thing I can say is that I didn't do it. Anything wrong. I leave As just because I do n’t want to change myself. "

This sentence Pei Tingsong believes, because this is completely in line with Fang Juexia's philosophy of life.

He knew that his relationship with him was not close enough to speak freely, so he did not continue to press.

Fang Juexia's frankness at this moment was already a surprise to him.

The dark night outside the window gradually began to soak out the blue sky. None of them thought that they would spend so long with each other and live in peace.

"Go back to bed, it's almost dawn." After that, Fang Juexia was about to leave, but Pei Tingsong held his wrist again, but this time, he obviously felt he didn't use too much effort.

Just hold it gently.

"I didn't listen to the song you wrote."

Pei Tingsong explained to himself, "I just wanted to make fun of you at that time, and I wanted to give it back to you. I didn't expect you to throw it directly at me, and I said anger."

Yup. Fang Juexia vomited in his heart, he did not expect him to be angry.

"It's okay, just don't want to listen ..."

"I actually want to listen." Pei Tingsong interrupted him. "But I want to ask for your consent first. It's not that kind of gutsy. I really want to let me listen."

Fang Juexia suddenly froze.

"Do you want to?"

Insomnia, a hungry rush to solve, and more than ten hours of work. These factors may cause the brain to be unconscious.

Fang Juexia is not sober now.

He nodded, but he didn't know why.

This song hasn't been heard by anyone except yourself since it was born. When he first wrote it down, he could not have imagined that the first audience would be Pei Tingsong who was diametrically opposed to him.

"Then I will listen well." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand. "I'm done." He gave way to Fang Juexia, "I can go back and rest."

With the remaining warmth from his wrist, Fang Juexia walked towards the room. When they approached the door of the room one after another, Fang Juexia turned around suddenly. He didn't expect Pei Tingsong to be so close to him and almost hit him.

Pei Tingsong was also obviously frightened. He subconsciously held Fang Juexia's elbow and whispered, "What's wrong?" He thought Fang Juexia had left something outside.

In the dark, Fang Juexia looked at his eyes especially bright, "I want to read that book."

book? Pei Tingsong was puzzled, but he saw Fang Juexia nodded, his voice very soft.

"The root of romanticism."

Pei Tingsong let go of his hand.

For the first time, he discovered that the name of this book can be read so nicely.

The busy schedule made people unable to remember the days. In the blink of an eye, the night chat on the night of insomnia seemed to have just passed.

If it was not for the magazine party to contact Fang Juexia halfway, ask them to help with a confession, he even felt that they had just finished the job.

According to the materials given by the magazine, Fang Juexia completed the recording of dry sound, and then handed it to Cheng Qiang, and never asked again.

The popularity of Kaleido is higher than the other day. With the efforts of agent Cheng Qiang, the whole group won a food spokesperson with a fairly high national popularity. The last spokesperson was a well-known singer. Coincidentally, the day everyone shot the advertising video just happened to catch up with the magazine to release the promotional video and material tidbits, Pei Tingsong's clothing size was not waiting to be changed, and everyone else was putting on makeup. Ling Yi suddenly yelled, "Wow, Jue Xia Xiaopei, the magazines you shot last time put material! It's amazing!"

Lu Yuan was playing the game, and he lost his hand with such a howl, "Ah Ling Yi, don't send me a pig to carry this one!"

"You're the pig! You have the ability to open the wheat and howl your teammate shot you!"

Almost at the same time, Fang Juexia received a message from Cheng Qiang and asked him to repost the magazine's promotional Weibo.

He Ziyan was quick, "Really, it's a video."

"That's so fast?" Jiang Miao said, "I'm going to give a compliment."

Fang Juexia clicked on the Weibo link they posted in the group and opened the tidbit video.

Ling Yi emphasized: "You must wear headphones, you must!"

"Good." Fang Juexia took out the headset and put it on.

The beginning of the video was completely dark, and the sound of howling wind came from my ears, as if it had really entered a cold winter day. Two or three seconds later, a horizontal gap appeared in the center of the screen, and the gap was white. He faintly heard a voice, saying "winter" repeatedly, the voice was very light and very heavy, he could almost imagine the picture of the tongue tipping the back of his teeth through the bite.

Gradually, the field of vision in the bar gradually expanded, and it appeared that he was sitting on the snow with that silly smile.

He was photographed by Pei Tingsong.

A red handwritten English word appears in the center of the screen-Imprisoning.

captivity.

Suddenly, the wind near my ears stopped abruptly. The screen goes out all again and becomes completely black. He heard a deep voice that he couldn't be more familiar with, and this time he was quite sure who it was.

"beg me."

The sound of music appeared, and every frame of the picture flashed repeatedly with a low drum point-his back was hidden step by step in the dense and silent snow forest; a pair of slender hands flicked the flowers to find the trembling eustoma; The glance he turned back; the flower branch that was held in his hand in the spring of the room; he lay in the snow, his eyelashes trembling and closed his eyes; the close-up lips and teeth bit the snow-filled flower.

Fang Juexia, who is sensitive to music, quickly recognized the sound of broken glass and chains dragging on the ground.

The white petals that were torn apart continued to draw closer under the close-up, and finally turned into a daylight. The music has also changed into a romantic and gentle guitar minor.

Fang Juexia's own voice appeared in the headphones.

"Spring ..."

The sound is processed into old sound effects, very light, and repeats slowly, like whispering, more like asking for help. In the swaying sunlight, the picture moves down and changes into a glasshouse full of sunlight. Pei Tingsong sat inside and looked up at the camera. Under the double exposure, a faint cold snow forest appeared on the flowers behind him, and Fang Juexia lying in the snow forest.

The narration appeared again, it was Pei Tingsong's voice, but he didn't speak Chinese, nor his American English, but Spanish. Subtitles appear at the bottom of the video.

"You raced the lovely little white flower in my palm

I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hands every day. "

In the picture, he cruelly pulled off the snow-white petals. The next second, Fang Juexia's close-up face appeared, his falling eyelashes twitched slightly, his eyes straight, fragile and tough, and very contradictory.

"You are here. You did not escape.

You have to answer me until the last call sign.

Snuggling beside me, as if I was really scared. "

The torn petals fell mournfully in slow motion. The sound of the piano is like a cold drop of ice and snow that melts down faster and faster, faster and faster.

As the picture cuts back and forth with this sound, Fang Juexia has difficulty breathing in the snow and spit out white mist with her mouth open; Pei Tingsong's close-up fingers went deep into an agate-like red; the ice melted on the soft lips; the vine-bound body Countless beautiful flowers with no name.

"I will bring you happy bouquets and bellflowers from the mountains,

Black hazel fruit, and a basket of kisses. "

The music stopped suddenly. The background sound changed into rapid breathing. In the close-up picture, Fang Juexia's tongue pointed out the ice cube that made his lips red. The picture gradually moved up, and came to his red birthmark outside the corner of his wet eyes. A cherry on the palm.

Pei Tingsong picked it up, his sharp teeth bit through the film, penetrated into the pulp, and the bright red juice ran down.

"I want to do it to you

What spring does to cherry trees. "

The screen blacked out for the last time, and the background music disappeared, turning into a roaring wind and snow at the beginning. The picture gradually emerged as a pair of legs walking in the snow.

Fang Juexia's unique cold voice appeared, the final narration.

"I am the last passenger on your way."

Step by step, step by step. The trampled snow creaked for help.

"The last spring."

He stopped, bent over, and picked up something from the snow.

"The last snow."

The lens moves up. Click.

"The last survival battle."

He broke a dead branch in the snow.

The author has something to say: the two poems are:

Neruda's "You Play with the Light of the Universe Every Day" and Paul Ai Luya's "Phoenix"