Fanservice Paradox

(It is recommended that those who have not opened Zuohua read the previous chapter Zuohua, and reap happiness)

At this moment, Fang Juexia seemed to be glowing all over.

Pei Tingsong couldn't describe that feeling.Obviously they are all pursuing dreams, but the methods and paths he and Fang Juexia chose seem to be completely different.

He ran amok in the cage, wanting to see a freer world.

Fang Juexia groped patiently in the dark, looking for the button that triggers the light.

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

Fang Juexia did not understand the meaning of his words.But he realized he was talking too much.

Obviously this person in front of him was still in the same situation as him a few weeks ago, but now, he can actually tell him about his mental journey that he has never shared with others.

This is not like him at all, he is not a person who will talk to people casually.

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

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

"You said it moved you." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I'm curious, what kind of things can move you."

It's not that easy to shake an iceberg.

"You're too curious." Fang Juexia began to pack the dishes, took all the dishes, and prepared to leave.

"Since you've said that." Pei Tingsong said, "I have another question."

Fang Juexia put the dinner plates into the sink and quickly washed them out.

Pei Tingsong directly regarded his silence as an acquiescence, he walked over and leaned against the kitchen counter.

The splashing water could not cover up Pei Tingsong's voice.

"You are in Astar, what happened?"

After asking this sentence, Pei Tingsong felt that he was incredible.In the past, he would never have asked someone so carefully, it was simply impossible.Now he actually thinks about how to make the wording more euphemistic and how not to be misunderstood.

Most importantly, after he asked, he actually felt uneasy.

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

Seeing Pei Tingsong's puzzled expression, he added, "Actually, if you ask me straightforwardly, if you really have unspoken rules, I can answer."

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

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

His tone was so convincing that Fang Juexia was almost shaken.

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

Pei Tingsong immediately said, "People's cognitive process of things is a spiral."

Fang Juexia paused, turned to look at him, "Things?"

Pei Tingsong felt a little guilty when he thought of the messy metaphors of ice, wood, goose, and goose, "...and humans."

Fang Juexia closed the cabinet door, "So you can be so sure now, I'm not lying to you?"

"Then you are too cunning." Pei Tingsong's tone was full of complaints.

Fang Juexia had a rare laugh, "We are each other." But he quickly restrained his smile, "I didn't lie to you. But I can't tell you what happened at the beginning. The only thing I can say is that I didn't do it. Anything bad. I left As just because I didn't want to change myself."

Pei Tingsong believed this sentence, because it was 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 didn't continue to press.

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

The dark night outside the window gradually began to soak in the blue sky, and none of them thought that they would spend such a long time with each other, living in peace.

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

Just hold it lightly.

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

Pei Tingsong explained to himself, "I just wanted to tease you at that time, and I was going to return it to you. I didn't expect you to throw it at me directly, and even said angry words."

yes.Fang Juexia complained in his heart, but he didn't expect him to be angry.

"It's okay, if you don't want to hear it..."

"I actually want to hear it." Pei Tingsong interrupted him, "But I want to ask for your permission first. It's not the kind of prank. You really want me to listen."

Fang Juexia suddenly froze.

"Do you want to?"

Insomnia, hastily resolved hunger, coupled with more than ten hours of work.All of these factors may lead to brain insensitivity.

Fang Juexia is not sober now.

He nodded, but didn't know why.

This song has not been heard to anyone other than myself since I was born.When he first wrote it down, he would never have imagined that the first audience would be Pei Tingsong who opposed him.

"Then I'll listen carefully." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand, "I'm done." He made way for Fang Juexia, "You can go back and rest."

With the remaining warmth on his wrist, Fang Juexia walked towards the room.They went one after the other, and when they were about to reach the door, Fang Juexia turned around suddenly. He didn't expect Pei Tingsong to be so close to him, and almost bumped into him.

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

In the darkness, Fang Juexia looked at him with exceptionally bright eyes, "I want to read that book."

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

"The Roots of Romanticism."

Pei Tingsong let go of his hand.

For the first time, he discovered that the title of this book could be pronounced so nicely.

The busy schedule makes it difficult to remember the days. In the blink of an eye, the night chat on the night of insomnia seems to have just passed.

If the magazine hadn't contacted Fang Juexia halfway and asked them to help with a narration, he would even feel that they had just finished the job.

According to the material given by the magazine, Fang Juexia completed the recording of the dry sound, and then handed over full authority to Cheng Qiang, never asking about it again.

The popularity of Kaleido is rising day by day. With the efforts of manager Cheng Qiang, the whole group won a food endorsement with a high popularity. The last endorser was a well-known singer.Coincidentally, the day when everyone filmed the commercial video happened to coincide with the release of the promotional video and material tidbits of the magazine. Pei Tingsong's clothes were not the right size and had to be changed, and everyone else was putting on makeup.Ling Yi suddenly yelled, "Wow, Jue Xia Xiaopei, the magazine you shot last time included material! It's amazing!"

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

"You're a pig! You have the ability to open the mic and I'll howl until your teammates shoot you!"

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

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

"So fast?" Jiang Miao said, "I'll like it first."

Fang Juexia clicked on the Weibo link they posted in the group, and opened the behind-the-scenes video.

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

"Okay." Fang Juexia took out the earphones and put them on.

At the beginning of the video, it was pitch black, and the whistling wind could be faintly heard, as if it had really entered the cold winter day.Two or three seconds later, a horizontal gap began to appear in the center of the screen, and within the gap was a vast expanse of whiteness.He faintly heard a voice repeating "winter" repeatedly, the voice was very soft and deep, and he could almost imagine the picture of the tip of his tongue provoking the back of his teeth through the articulation of the words.

Gradually, the field of vision in the horizontal bar gradually expanded, and what appeared was his silly smile sitting on the snow.

He was photographed by Pei Tingsong.

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

captivity.

In an instant, the wind in my ears stopped abruptly.The screen goes off again and becomes completely black.He heard a low voice that he was all too familiar with, and this time he was sure who it was.

"beg me."

The sound of music appeared, and each frame of the picture was repeatedly flashed with low-pitched drumbeats - his back was hidden step by step into the dense and silent snow forest; a pair of slender hands pushed aside the flowers to find the trembling eustoma; He looked back; the room was full of spring, and the flower branches were held in his hands; he was lying on the snow, his eyelashes trembling and he closed his eyes; the close-up lips and teeth bit the snow-white plump flowers.

Fang Juexia, who is sensitive to music, quickly recognized the faint sounds of glass breaking and chains dragging on the ground in the background.

The torn white petals are continuously drawn closer under the close-up, and finally turned into a piece of daylight.The music has also changed, turning into a romantic and gentle guitar tune.

Fang Juexia's own voice appeared in the earphones.

"Spring..."

The sound was processed into an old-fashioned sound effect, very light, repeating slowly, like a whisper, more like a cry for help.In the shaky daylight, the picture moves down, transitioning to a glass greenhouse full of sunlight.Pei Tingsong sat inside, looking up at the camera.Under the second exposure, there is a faint cold snow forest on the flowers behind him, and Fang Juexia lying in the snow forest.

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

"You are better than the lovely little white flower in my palm

Every day I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hand. "

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

"You are here. You did not escape.

You shall answer me to the last callsign.

Snuggle up to me like I'm really scared. "

The torn petals fall mournfully in slow motion.The sound of the piano is like drops of cold beads falling after melting ice and snow, getting faster and faster.

The picture cuts back and forth with the sound, Fang Juexia is struggling to breathe in the snow and spits out white mist with his mouth open; Pei Tingsong's close-up fingers penetrate into a piece of agate-like red; the melting ice on the soft lips; the body bound by vines ;Beautiful flowers that are innumerable and cannot be named.

"From the mountains I'll bring you bouquets of happiness, bluebells,

Black hazel fruit, and baskets of kisses. "

The music stops suddenly.The background sound changed to rapid breathing.In the close-up picture, the tip of Fang Juexia’s tongue sticks out the ice cube that made his lips red, and the picture gradually moves up to the red birthmark outside the corner of his wet eye, where a drop of blood drips down, the picture transitions to a A cherry fell in the palm.

Pei Tingsong picked it up, his sharp teeth bit through the membrane, penetrated into the flesh, and the bright red juice dripped down.

"I'm going to do it to you

What spring does to cherry trees. "

The screen went black for the last time, and the background music disappeared completely, turning into the whistling wind and snow at the beginning.The picture gradually emerged, a pair of legs walking on the snow.

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

"I'm the last passer-by on your way."

One step, another 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 camera moves up.There was a click.

"The last battle for survival."

He broke off a dead branch in the snow.

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

Neruda's "Every Day You Play With the Light of the Universe" and Paul Eluard's "Phoenix"