Fanservice Paradox

The high-altitude test made Fang Juexia confused, the rope was untied, and his feet returned to the ground.If the step is not solid, each foot is still stepping in the clouds, ups and downs, deep and shallow.

"How is it now?" Pei Tingsong walked up to him, "Are you not so afraid?"

afraid.

After this catastrophe, he finally calculated the weight between these dangers and dangers.Nothing compares to Pei Tingsong, he is the biggest and most uncontrollable risk.

"It's much better." Fang Juexia replied looking at the shadow on the ground.

He had a vague memory of the trip to the amusement park afterwards, and half of his soul seemed to be still in the sky 20 meters away. He seemed to be only participating in it in a daze.Even the director joked that Fang Juexia was terrified and scared out of his wits.Later, more and more fans watched, and they had to end the filming early.

After playing for a day and ending work early, everyone was very happy.Lu Yuan went back to the company to meet with the choreographer, and He Ziyan went back with him to discuss the arrangement.Jiang Miao's younger sister is about to celebrate her birthday, so she invites Ling Yi, who is always in trouble, to accompany him to buy gifts and order cakes, preparing for a surprise.

Fang Juexia's plan is to go back to the dormitory and take a shower, rest for an hour and then go to the practice room to practice dancing.But when he came out, there were only him and Pei Tingsong left in the dormitory.The other party was about the same as him, and had just finished taking a shower. He was wearing a set of white cotton and linen pajamas, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and poured his head upwards.

I haven't recovered from the cold yet, so I wear so little.

He didn't say this kind of nagging, because it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.Fang Juexia closed the bathroom door and went straight back to the bedroom, helped Ling pick up the minion doll that fell on the floor, put it on the table, and went to bed.

The orange-red evening light crawled from the balcony to his dark blue quilt, he set an alarm clock, and retracted into the quilt.The spinning illusion of high-altitude sequelae is most obvious when the eyes are closed.It was very uncomfortable, and he turned over on his stomach with his head buried in the pillow, trying to relieve the weightlessness and dizziness, but with little success.

[You are an adult, brother. ]

Pei Tingsong's voice repeatedly appeared in his ears, and his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Suddenly hearing footsteps, Fang Juexia turned his head and saw a pair of long legs beside his bed.He was a little frightened, and for some reason subconsciously pulled the quilt up to cover his head.

"What are you doing?" Pei Tingsong wanted to pull his quilt off, "I thought you were asleep."

"It's time to sleep." Fang Juexia said in a muffled voice.

"Did you forget what you promised me?"

right.He really forgot.He gets messed up by bungee jumping and so-called bar mitzvahs.

Fang Juexia was afraid of facing Pei Tingsong, but every time Pei Tingsong appeared when he was tossing and turning, he always had a strong reason to avoid him.

He gave up struggling and let Pei Tingsong pull the quilt away, half-closed his eyes, and saw Pei Tingsong and the medicine box he was carrying.

Now it's getting more and more delicate, and it was so hard to keep from being bandaged before that it was bleeding.

Forget it, no matter what, he bit it, so he has to take some responsibility.Fang Juexia lifted the quilt and sat up cross-legged, took the medicine box and opened it to find the medicine powder for oral ulcers, and tried his best to hold out the calm posture of hanging the pot to help the world, "Sit down."

Sitting by the bed, Pei Tingsong noticed a bunch of hair on his head, looking silly.

"Are you going to sleep now, won't you sleep at night?"

found it.Fang Juexia took out the box of medicine powder and shook it, "I'll sleep for a while and go to the practice room, and I won't come back at night."

"You are not afraid of damaging your waist if you practice like this every day."

"I have a back injury." Fang Juexia said calmly, and took out a long and thin cotton swab to dip in the powder.

But Pei Tingsong didn't sound very pleasant. He had been with Fang Juexia for two years and didn't know about his back injury.Glancing at his waist, he couldn't think of thinking about seeing him changing clothes in the apartment before.Pei Tingsong rolled his eyes, "Then you need to rest more."

"Everyone wants to rest. But in dancing, a day of rest will make the body dull. If you rest too much, people will get rusty and become stupid on the stage." He moved closer, "stick out your tongue."

Pei Tingsong did so.Afraid of blocking the light, Fang Juexia tilted his head and moved closer, his eyes fixed on the little white spot on the tip of his tongue, the root of all evil.Fang Juexia felt strange when he thought that this little white spot was caused by his own teeth biting out and disintegrating.He couldn't describe it.

He can't think deeply, he is also afraid of going back to the night when the incident happened.

The cotton swab dipped in the medicine powder went up lightly and slowly, seeing the tip of her tongue shrinking, Fang Juexia raised her eyes to observe Pei Tingsong's expression, "Does it hurt?"

Pei Tingsong retracted the tip of his tongue, staring blankly at the person in front of him.He felt like he had made a wrong decision.He obviously planned to tease Fang Juexia in his heart, but now he is the one who is uneasy. When he sees Fang Juexia lying on the bed, he will subconsciously walk lightly, and he will feel guilty and worried when he hears his waist injury.

Seeing him raise his eyes makes his heart palpitate.The dusk made his eyelashes translucent, flickering slightly.

The tip of the tongue is not a panacea, but a calm butterfly.After a pause, it flew away again.

"Pain?" Fang Juexia asked again.

Pei Tingsong blinked in panic, "A little bit."

"Be patient."

He had no choice but to stick out the tip of his tongue again, and his eyes fell on this face that was close at hand.When Fang Juexia is serious, his brows will be slightly frowned inward, his lips are slightly opened, and the wet inside can be vaguely seen.It was a familiar place, after all, I had explored it before.

Pei Tingsong felt that he should bear with it, so he tried to divert his attention.

The tip of the tongue was irritated by the medicine powder, like a thin needle point piercing the heart.He gradually became obsessed with this kind of subtle pain. The shower gel on Fang Juexia's body smelled very good, clean and comfortable, similar to anesthesia.

Even if he has seen how open and free the way of making friends is, Pei Tingsong also knows that friends should not kiss, let alone deep kisses.Being friends should be simple and natural, talking, chatting, understanding each other's preferences and lifestyles, sharing joys and pains, there will be no burden when interacting, and hugging is like holding a right hand with your left hand.This is what friends are.

But alcohol takes their sanity in turn, unexpected kiss, another unexpected kiss, repeated superimposition, this friendship seems to have been impure from the beginning.

But he really thinks Fang Juexia is good, and really wants to establish a friendship with him.

Looking back, Pei Tingsong accidentally saw the neckline of Fang Juexia's hanging pajamas, which was white and clear.He withdrew the tip of his tongue and coughed violently a few times.

"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Fang Juexia asked.

Pei Tingsong unnaturally straightened up, and also helped Fang Juexia's shoulders up, "Don't be so slouch, isn't your waist sore?"

Fang Juexia also sat up straight, and said in a flat tone, "Why do you always care about my waist?"

"Who cares about your waist?" Pei Tingsong refused to admit it, and his voice became louder.

My clothes are too loose and I can see clearly when I lower my head, and I don’t know how to avoid them when changing clothes, and I always look at others with that kind of eyes without realizing it.

Counting Fang Juexia's many crimes, Pei Tingsong seemed to have found a way to vent.Yes, it's all his fault.If Fang Juexia hadn't been drunk and kissed him at the beginning.He also wouldn't return it while drunk.Without tongue-in-cheek entanglements, he doesn't struggle with the purity of friendship.

Obviously he has been free from restraint since he was a child, and he doesn't care about anything, but now he has to worry about these small things.

It's all Fang Juexia's fault.

"Okay." The ignorant instigator gently fanned the wind with his palm to help Pei Tingsong relieve the pain on the tip of his tongue. "Drink more water and take some vitamins." He lowered his head and found vitamin B from the box. c, stuffed it into Pei Tingsong's hand together with the medicine powder.

He didn't want to apply the medicine himself, and he wanted Fang Juexia to apply the medicine to himself.

"Apply this medicine three times a day, and you can apply it even if the pain is severe."

But what stand?They are all adults now.

"it is good."

Hearing Pei Tingsong's good words, Fang Juexia was a little surprised, it was rare to be so obedient.

"Go to sleep." Pei Tingsong stood up and took the medicine box away, but Fang Juexia said from behind, "I don't seem to be able to sleep well either. My head is dizzy, and it hurts when I close my eyes."

Pei Tingsong said, "It may be the sequelae of fear of heights. You may dream of being in a high place when you sleep, and it will be even more uncomfortable. Don't sleep now, find something to relax."

He left after speaking.Fang Juexia's room suddenly became empty, so he simply got up, went to the balcony, picked up a water bottle to water his flowers and plants, he bought a cactus on the side of the road a long time ago, it was not spherical, but long kind of.He knelt down and poked a thorn out of the cactus.

I've rarely watered it before and never cared about it.Fang Juexia raised the kettle and poured a little water, not daring to overdo it.

Do something to relax.

Fang Juexia took out a Sudoku book, sat on the beanbag sofa on the balcony, and did problems facing the remaining sunset.This method of calming down and concentrating has been tried and tested.Holding the pen, the numbers gradually shook and jumped in the blank grid.

Are you too tired recently?

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.Eyes scanned the first row and first column, trying to figure out the answer.But he will lose his mind unconsciously, and his soul will lose control like a sudden fall.

When he came back to his senses, something was already written in the notebook, not a number, but a person's name.

Pei Tingsong went back to the room and turned on the computer. He wanted to finish the lyrics that he hadn't finished before, but when he opened it, he saw the fjx folder. He couldn't help but click on it again, wearing his headphones to loop his demo of the ballad.

He never wrote the lyrics to a love song, nor did he bother to.Most of the lyrics of love songs are nothing new in his eyes, and he chews on three or two clichés, the essence has long been lost and only dross remains.

But this song is a love song.

Even if it wasn't a love song, he also heard the feeling of a love song.

Holding the pen, Pei Tingsong quietly listened to Fang Juexia's voice.A picture of him laughing suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In the sunny amusement park, he told him that this is your first time and you are not happy.

The sound of the piano and humming are flowing slowly, and the subconscious controls the pen, rustling the writing on the paper.

[Dream-making Paradise is wonderful

Trojan horse chase, old dreams come true

Daylight is a bonus with admission

Burn a hickey on the corner of his eye for me]