Fanservice Paradox

Xiaowen drove them to the high-end apartment that Pei Tingsong had been renting out before. Fang Juexia looked out of the window. It has been more than two years since he calculated. He has never been to the place where Pei Tingsong lives. Their intersection is only company and itinerary. Even when he was working, he was extremely indifferent to Pei Tingsong, when he did not exist, when he did not have this person in his eyes.

They could actually maintain this two-way patience for two years.

"Arrived."

Fang Juexia responded and pulled the door to get out first, but Pei Tingsong didn't know what to do, just didn't come out. Seeing him like this, Fang Juexia bent over and looked in, "Pei Tingsong, it's here."

Pei Tingsong raised his head and shook his head again. He crawled out of the car in a slow response. When he exited the door, the center of gravity was unstable. He fell like a rooted tree on Fang Juexia.

Probably Jiujin'er came up again, he felt that Pei Tingsong was more serious than before.

"Hello, slow down, didn't you just talk?" Fang Juexia stretched out his hand to support him, and then called Xiaowen to help. Two people walked him downstairs to the apartment. The entrance here was face recognition. But Pei Tingsong seemed to be sleepy. He couldn't open his eyes. Xiaowen threw him on Fang Juexia. Eyelid, forcing him to recognize the camera.

"It hurts." Master Pei Tingsong's temper came up, slap to push Xiaowen away. Fang Juexia is not wrong, he can only coax him, "Look at it, you need to recognize it to get up."

After listening, Pei Tingsong turned to face Fang Juexia and blinked.

"It's not me." Fang Juexia turned his face to the right and pointed at the camera. "Look here."

It took a long time for them to finally go upstairs. To Fang Juexia's surprise, Pei Tingsong's apartment is much simpler than he thought. He originally thought that a child like his would come out and live in a high-rise mansion with hundreds of square meters. Facts have proved that he has not been extravagant to that point. The house is beautiful and beautiful, with floor-to-ceiling windows in both rooms and two halls, but poor furniture. The living room is empty except for a couch.

Not at all like a home.

"Juexia, you are here with him today. This is the change of clothes and toiletries I brought you from the dormitory. I used to go to the hotel. It is just fine now," Xiaowen listened to Pei in a hurry Song Fu sat on the sofa and looked at the time, "I will drive away to the airport later."

"Is he going to record the show?"

"Yeah. I'm too late. Let's go first."

Fang Juexia sent him to the door, "You drive carefully."

Close the door, and only two of them are left in the house. He changed his slippers, took another pair of slippers and walked to the sofa, put it on the ground, "You also change your shoes."

Pei Tingsong snorted, kicked off his shoes, and took off his coat again, "It's hot." He took off the innermost black wool sweater with one hand and threw it on the sofa, wearing nothing on his upper body , Leaning his head back on the sofa.

His skin was also white, and his body was flushed with red wine.

"You'll catch a cold." Fang Juexia sighed, took the coat over him and covered it, as soon as he covered it, Pei Tingsong pulled it away, "It's really hot."

"The cardigan is hot, and the jacket will not be so hot." Fang Juexia pulled him up, helped him to put the jacket on, and zipped it up, but Pei Tingsong's last stubbornness still moved and pulled the zipper down Exposing his abs.

Fang Juexia looked at his figure, and felt strange. What time did Pei Tingsong exercise, the abdominal muscles, the pectoral muscles, and the mermaid line. He just dances every day and only has abdominal muscles.

"You are watching me." Pei Tingsong tilted his head and blinked at Fang Juexia.

"No." Fang Juexia stood up. "You take a break here, I'll go to wash first."

The bathroom is huge. Fang Juexia couldn't rest assured that a drunk person was outside, so he could only take a quick shower and wash it out in the shortest time. He wondered whether to wash out the clothes he wore today, even though he wore the clothes provided by the styling team for the show he recorded today.

Pack it up first. Fang Juexia picked up his coat and shook, and a piece of paper fell out of it, and floated lightly on Fang Juexia's slippers.

He stooped to pick it up, glanced at it, and stuffed it into the pocket of his pajamas.

"I have run out of the bathroom." He wiped his hair out, but found that Pei Tingsong, who was still on the sofa, was now standing up, digging up the floor-to-ceiling windows with both hands, as if looking out.

Fang Juexia walked over, "Are you awake? Go wash and go to bed early."

Pei Tingsong nodded against the window glass and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Fang Juexia was a little worried and reached out to help him, but Pei Tingsong refused. The tall man, who was almost a meter and nine, walked on the road and wobbled. Fang Jue felt that Xia Dan was terrified, fearing that he would fall to the ground next.

However, it seemed that he was too worried and heard the sound of the bathroom closing, so Fang Juexia felt relieved. He turned around in the empty living room, and suddenly thought of the problem of sleeping at night.

Fortunately, there are two rooms.

But this idea soon proved to be just his naive assumption. There are indeed two rooms, but one bed. The other bedroom was converted into a study room, two large bookcases, a desk and workbench, and various musical instruments such as a guitar keyboard.

"What should I do ..." Fang Juexia had a headache for his destination tonight, but couldn't help but walk in. This study is the most lively place in this apartment.

No, it's not a breath of life. Fang Juexia denies his own judgment in his heart and makes changes.

It is full of Pei Tingsong's breath.

He walked in, and there was a smell of paper books in the room. It was wonderful. Obviously it was a cold city late at night, but he felt the warmth of the sun shining on the pages of the book. There was a mess on the table, spreading out irrelevant books, thick papers, various notes, and a very bright sticky note, sandwiched in front of the lamp, with a few large letters written on it-please don't tidy up here.

Fang Juexia's mouth couldn't help but he couldn't help but he guessed that the house should also be cleaned regularly by the cleaning aunt, otherwise the little master who wouldn't even make a bed might be unable to keep himself clean. Just looking at this little sticky note, he could imagine Pei listening to the oath and guarding his messy desk, writing his request in words like Yingfanzhong, and talking about please in his mouth.

There is a piece of paper on his desk, all of which are his writing and drawing, and there are many repeated words, just like practicing words. Fang Juexia feels a little kind, just like the draft paper for literature lovers.

He sat down to recognize the handwriting on the paper, mostly the signature of Pei Tingsong's name, and some scribbled English.

A few words are very interesting, attracting Fang Juexia's attention.

[The taste of coffee is brown, and the taste of cream is soft white.

Add ice cubes, the taste of ice cubes is transparent and colorless.

After drinking it, the airway opened the airway.

Ice is a diamond flowing into the throat. ]

It seems that his mind is always a whimsy, and the sky is empty, unpredictable. Fang Juexia opened a book and wanted to continue reading it. Someone accidentally dropped the book on the ground. He hurried to pick it up and found a photo on the ground, as if it had fallen out of the book.

At the center of the picture is an elderly man in a wheelchair, wearing a pair of reading glasses, smiling kindly. There was a child half-squatted next to the wheelchair, about 13 or 14 years old, holding a newborn baby dog ​​in his arms, smiling with curly brows and full of youth.

When he was young, Pei Tingsong was like a cactus seedling, and even the thorns were soft, not like thorns, like the light radiating in the clouds.

Fang Juexia put the photo back in the book, stood up, and suddenly realized that the time had passed a long time, but Pei Tingsong did not move there.

He couldn't help worrying, Pei Tingsong looked as if his wits were still there, but he really drank a lot. Besides, the last time he drank a piece of film, it was also before and after Pei Tingsong took care of him.

There was indeed no movement in the bathroom, not even the sound of the shower. Fang Juexia had some not-so-good possibilities in his mind.

Shouldn't he faint?

By the way, you can't just take a shower after drinking!

Thinking of this, Fang Juexia slammed sideways toward the bathroom door. Who knows that the bathroom door is not locked at all, but only on the virtual belt, so he hit himself on the ground with such a collision, and he could hardly get up.

"... It hurts."

Fang Juexia frowned and raised his arms. Looking inside, Pei Tingsong was taking a bath.

Bathing is even more dangerous! Fang Juexia couldn't take care of the pain and ran barefoot to the innermost bathtub. Pei Tingsong's head leaned against the bathtub, his eyes closed, and he was motionless.

"Hey, Pei Tingsong, you are awake." He patted Pei Tingsong's face, and when he saw the other person's eyes slowly opened, his heart that jumped out quickly settled down.

He had just popped out of the headlines of the social news that the men's team had killed the apartment.

Pei Tingsong's eyes were covered with moist water vapor, and he blinked twice slowly, finally focusing on Fang Juexia's face. He raised the corner of his mouth, smiled and raised his hand, palms covered Fang Juexia's entire face.

"What are you doing?" Fang Juexia took his hand and pulled his arm to get him up. "Come out, you can't take a bath when you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong vomited a lot slower than usual. It seemed to prove that he wasn't drunk, he actually stood by the edge of the bathtub.

Fang Juexia had been squatting by the bathtub, and Pei Tingsong stopped him unexpectedly, turning his head suddenly. He didn't know what was going on. He also had what the other party had, and it didn't matter if he saw it.

But his heart clearly told him what was there.

"You really are ..." Fang Juexia's words were congested for a moment, and he could only get up and pull the bath towel and wrap his head around him. "Don't move."

"Hello ... fierce." Pei listened to the speech slowly, it sounded lacking the usual anger and sharpness, and it sounded a little wronged.

"You are disobedient first." Fang Juexia wrapped the bath towel and walked his arm to the bedroom. "Be careful not to knock."

Pei Tingsong said slowly, "... I am not stupid."

Finally, he got him to the bed. Fang Juexia took a breath and helped him lie down, coping with his mouth, "Yes, you are the smartest."

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, he was dragged down by Pei Tingsong and fell on him.

The distance collapsed, the oxygen froze, and Fang Juexia breathed his breath, staring at the person under him.

His brain was blank and he could not issue any effective emergency commands.

Pei Tingsong laughed suddenly, his teeth were white, and his eyes were full of him.

"You finally praised me."

He said this slowly, his arms wrapped around Fang Juexia's waist.

Fang Jue Xia froze, he never thought that Pei Tingsong would say so. He is clearly the most arrogant child in the world, born with innate talent, confident with innate.

"You ..." Fang Juexia wanted to struggle, but instead was tightened by Pei Tingsong, he had to tell the truth, "Do you know who I am? You drink too much."

I don't know what's wrong with this sentence. Pei Tingsong even put a force on him and turned around, pressing Fang Juexia under him.

"You get up, I'm almost breathless ..."

"I know who you are." Pei Tingsong's forehead hung down, half covering his deep brows, "You are Fang Juexia ..."

It turned out to be clear. Fang Juexia frowned and pushed him with his hands, "Then you get up, don't press me."

"You are the **** Fang Juexia ..."

Damn, this prefix really matches Pei Tingsong's personality. Fang Juexia knew that he had drunk too much, and he didn't want to worry about it. He just wanted to wrap him in a quilt and shut the door. He went out on the sofa and squeezed a night.

Pei Tingsong doesn't take care of him. He looks as usual and not the same. He mumbles a few words in English, then lowers his head and leans on Fang Juexia's collarbone.

The hot air sprayed on his skin, and Fang Juexia felt that his chest was compressed by him, even the energy of his heartbeat was gone, "Yes, I am Fang Juexia, **** Fang Juexia, let me go after you have finished cursing.

Pei Tingsong was bored on his chest, "You ... do you appreciate others?"

Fang Juexia was inexplicable, "Who?"

"Those people, screenwriter, brother Xi Qing, and many others ..." Pei Tingsong's voice was low, and he became more drunk.

Fang Juexia didn't understand why he said this suddenly, and it was not clear what this had to do with Pei Tingsong, "Yes, they are all excellent, very powerful ..."

"Am I not good?" Pei Tingsong suddenly raised his head and his neck was red. "Am I not strong today?"

"You ..." Fang Juexia's heart jumped violently. "Of course you are also very good, very powerful."

The most powerful one is you. You have the courage and scheming to put the whole game into the game you set.

"But you didn't praise me at all." Pei Tingsong pulled his head down again.

Fang Juexia was so surprised that he didn't expect Pei Tingsong to be entangled in his evaluation, even unhappy.

He marveled at Pei's ability to listen to Song more than once during the game, but he didn't know how to say it to him. He can easily express his appreciation to others, but when facing Pei Tingsong, he smiled as if he already needed a lot of courage.

Fang Juexia himself couldn't find a reason for this kind of differential treatment.

"Do you still think ... I think I have a prejudice against you?" Pei Tingsong lies on his chest, "I said, I was misunderstood before, I didn't think so much about it ..."

He couldn't think of it. Pei Tingsong who was drunk would be so frank and frank enough to make him guilty.

Fang Juexia took a deep breath, "I didn't say that, I know you changed, you said."

"But you don't trust me, you, you always avoid me ..."

He is indeed right. After two years of mutual exclusion, he could not completely resolve it in a short time, and Ren Pei Ting Song broke into his security field. Even if he had already let go of it, the subtle imperative to maintain distance has become his inertial defense against Pei Tingsong.

Even if he is clear, Pei Tingsong is no longer the same as Pei Tingsong that used to be against him in the past. He has no arrogance. Even the young frivolous desire is used by him as a stepping stone at Fang Juexia's feet.

Why is it so hard to give up your heart?

Fang Juexia also wanted to know the answer.

"I used to bully you. I know you hate me too," Pei Tingsong stalked and continued to defend himself. "But now I ... I really want to be friends with you and you. You see Can't you come out? I'm all, very obvious. You are fine, Fang Juexia, you are fine ... "

He spoke intermittently, struggling to speak, but the weight of each word was very heavy, one by one into Fang Juexia's heart, hitting deep and shallow depressions, seeping sour juice.

"Be a friend, you can be a friend." Fang Juexia hesitantly reached out and covered Pei Tingsong's head as a kind of reassurance, "but I'm not as good as you think."

"No," Pei Tingsong raised his head violently, as if thinking hard, "You are good, you look good ... you are smart ... you look good ..."

Is it just looking good? Fang Juexia couldn't laugh or cry.

"Also, you are kind, you are cool, yes, your attitude in life is cool, and the pursuit of dreams is also cool."

Fang Juexia couldn't help laughing, "Cool without you."

Pei Tingsong did not know whether he was learning him or responding. In short, he repeated, "Cool without you ..."

He did n’t want to worry about any cooler topics anymore. His hands were all numbed, and now he just wanted to coax Pei to listen to the song, "I know, you are not biased against me now, and you have done what you did in the past I'm sorry for what I did. I forgive you, and I apologize to you. I also ignored you in the past. I'm sorry when you don't exist. "

Pei Tingsong nodded, "I forgive you for that, then."

"OK, then we forgive each other, can you get up?"

Pei Tingsong is still obedient, half of the body climbed up to make room, but before Fang Juexia came out, he planted it again, "I have no energy."

God ... Fang Juexia is almost gone.

After getting drunk, Pei Tingsong is really the same as his dog. He sticks to people and can't leave. He even has a hot body temperature.

"I used to want to have a brother ..." Pei Tingsong fell to his face this time, and the steam wafted over during his speech. Fang Juexia's pores resonated with his sound wave.

The word "brother" was originally very simple, but it was given too much unpredictable meaning in Pei Tingsong's word game. So that every time Fang Juexia listened, he was in a complicated mood.

Did Pei Tingsong want him to be his brother?

But he couldn't say what you can think of me as your brother.

Suddenly, the man who pressed on him realized what he was reacting to afterwards, struggling to get up, reaching for Fang Juexia's waist. Fang Juexia was a little itchy and dodged for a moment, grabbing his hand, "What are you doing? Itchy."

Pei Tingsong, who was caught holding his hand, blinked in confusion, then looked at Fang Juexia, "Does your waist hurt?"

"Why did you get a backache if you didn't do anything?"

As soon as he blurted out, Fang Juexia regretted it. This sentence is too ambiguous. Fortunately, now Pei Tingsong is drunk like this, otherwise he will be joking with him and ridicule his unintentional words in the worst way.

But he didn't expect that Pei Tingsong listened with a relieved expression, "You, you told your brother that your back hurts, you practiced dancing ... I heard it, I thought it was true, you They do n’t lie to people.

He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Pei Tingsong ran over and moved his hands on him, forcing him to make trouble and almost wrestling together.

It turned out that what he said was true at that time, not a secret sign of an off-string sound, he really came to confirm whether he was injured in the waist.

"I'm fine, I'm not injured."

Pei Tingsong nodded heavily, his hair shaky. Then he thought of something, and said at a glance, "But I was injured." After that, he pointed to his forehead.

Fang Juexia wanted to laugh. He took Pei Tingsong's hand. "This way, you pointed it back."

"Oh." He touched it, then said aloud you \ 'reright, like a fool.

Fang Juexia thought it was so funny. He even wanted to record Pei Tingsong's stupid and stupefied appearance. Anyway, this guy did this before.

Forget it, the video is always unsafe, although they did nothing.

do? It seems ambiguous to do this word, obviously he has already taken himself away.

"There is this." Pei Tingsong stretched his hand to Fang Juexia's face, "This is also injured."

The tooth marks on the tiger's mouth have formed a small scab, but after bathing, it is a little red, and even the hard scab has become soft.

Speaking of which, the injuries to his forehead and hands are related to him.

Fang Juexia felt a little guilt in his heart, "Yes, I was bitten, I'm sorry." In order to express sincerity, he also reached out to touch Pei Tingsong's tiger mouth.

"Yes, you bit it." Pei Tingsong nodded, thinking that the topic was over. Someone suddenly grasped Fang Juexia's chin with his hand, forcing him to raise his head, and then leaned down. Fang Juexia caught off guard.

"Hey!"

Obviously it was just too docile just now, and suddenly it turned back to that wolf cub.

How is this going?

"what are you doing?"

His sensory system was attacked.

Everything is out of order. I can't see or hear. I can only feel the soft lips touching his throat.

Lips parted.

"I want to bite back."

It wasn't biting in a playful way, it wasn't biting in his hand. Instead, he bites the throat of his prey like a hungry predator, and releases fresh, warm blood, waiting for his life to pass away a little, completely belonging to himself.

Fang Juexia recovered, pushed him hard, and struggled hard, but his approach seemed to irritate Pei Tingsong even more, and he held the forearm with his backhand, with his two wrists converging on the top of his head, and tightly with his wide, bitten hand hold.

He looked at Fang Juexia condescendingly, his eyes extending from his eyes to the corners of his red eyes to his unique birthmark. This seems to be a process of identifying prey.

"Pei Tingsong, don't be mad at drinking." Fang Juexia's eyes changed back to that stubborn and fearless, Pei Tingsong, who was unclear, felt more familiar.

"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong is also stubborn. "You know, have you ever seen you drunk? I'm just ... not drunk."

Yes, but not much better.

When I wake up, I always regret it.

Faint pain came from his neck, and Fang Juexia frowned, worrying about how he would appear in the next few days and how to explain to others. He was still struggling, twisting his arms and twisting his body.

Pei Tingsong didn't let him go, his strength was terrible, and he frowned, "Fang Juexia, you messed up my bed."

"You loose me, it's uncomfortable."

"I do not."

Pei Tingsong was a little unhappy. He didn't want to look at Fang Juexia's face, so he lowered his head and gasped. Suddenly he seemed to find something. The empty hand stretched out and grabbed on the bed sheet. His eyes were dizzy and his head was dizzy, and he grabbed a small piece of paper after grabbing several times.

He narrowed his eyes and recognized the words on the paper.

But Fang Juexia saw Ukulele facing him more quickly, and he suddenly recovered, shamelessly unreasonable, trying to reach back and grab it but couldn't break free.

"Don't move, I can't see the words clearly ..." Pei Tingsong was unhappy and read the words for a long time, "Who is this, who learns to write?"

This is your word, fool.

"No, it's not ..." Pei Tingsong's brows suddenly opened, "This was written by me, this was written to Fang Juexia before I committed suicide ..."

"Yes," Fang Juexia no longer has the strength to resist. "This is your suicide note. Come on."

Pei Tingsong laughed at once, as if very happy, "I thought you lost it."

He should be thrown away, it was originally a game prop, he did not understand why he stayed.

Fang Juexia wanted to change the subject. He didn't want to talk about this piece of paper again, nor did he want to recall the shock when he saw that sentence.

"Why are you drunk?"

For a while the straight shot hits people with Venus, and for a while it looks like a lunatic who is not tolerant.

He can't coax it well.

"What's wrong with me?" Pei Tingsong pinched the piece of paper, frowning slightly. "I'm much better than you. Do you know how drunk and how terrible you are? Do you have to hug me, or let me and you sleep together……"

These complaints that have been heard once again still make Fang Juexia ashamed, "Don't say I know, I'm sorry for you."

"You don't know." Pei Tingsong interrupted him, and closed his mouth with a small note in his hand, like sticking a seal.

Fang Juexia's eyes widened.

"You don't know what you did at the time."

He leaned down, like a beautiful palace that collapsed, and suddenly fell in front of Fang Juexia's eyes, shaking the mountain instantly.

"You kissed me that night, Fang Juexia." Pei Tingsong's voice was slow and heavy.

Then he kissed through the paper.

Fang Juexia's breath stopped suddenly, the ruins flooded him, his body could not move, and his brain was blank.

At the next moment, these broken walls were restored to gather together, a little bit attributed to the high sky. He seemed to break away from the kiss of water dripping across the sheet of paper, and got a breathing space.

Pei Tingsong, who could leave, frowned, dissatisfied with this degree of restoration, so he reached out and opened the seal that only lasted for a moment.

"No, this is it."

He really kissed up.