Xiao Wen drove them to the high-end apartment that Pei Tingsong had been renting. Fang Juexia looked out of the window. It had been more than two years, but he had never been to Pei Tingsong's place. Their only interaction was with the company and their schedules. Even when he was working, he was extremely indifferent to Pei Tingsong. He treated him as if he did not exist, as if he did not exist in his eyes.
They were actually able to maintain this two-way tolerance for as long as two years.
"We're here."
Fang Juexia responded and opened the car door to get out. However, Pei Tingsong did not come out for some reason. Seeing him like this, Fang Juexia bent down and looked inside. "Pei Tingsong, we're here."
Pei Tingsong looked up and shook his head. He crawled out of the car slowly. When he got out of the car door, he lost his balance and fell onto Fang Juexia like a tree that had been uprooted.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, he felt that Pei Tingsong's condition was worse than before.
"Hey, slow down. Weren't you able to talk just now?" Fang Juexia reached out to support him and called Xiao Wen to help. The two of them carried him downstairs to the apartment. The entrance here had facial recognition, but Pei Tingsong seemed to be sleepy and could not open his eyes. Xiao Wen threw him onto Fang Juexia and opened Pei Tingsong's eyelids with both hands, forcing him to look at the camera.
"It hurts." Pei Tingsong lost his temper and pushed Xiao Wen away with a slap. Fang Juexia had no choice but to coax him. "Take a look. You have to recognize it before you can go up."
After listening, Pei Tingsong turned to look at Fang Juexia and winked.
"It's not me." Fang Juexia held his face and turned it to the right to look at the camera. "Look here."
After a long time, they finally went upstairs. To Fang Juexia's surprise, Pei Tingsong's apartment was much simpler than he had imagined. He had thought that a child with his family background would live in a high-rise mansion that was a few hundred square meters. However, it turned out that he was not that extravagant. The apartment was beautiful. It had two rooms and two living rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows, but there was very little furniture. There was almost nothing in the living room except for a long sofa.
It did not look like a home at all.
"Juexia, you can stay here with him today. These are some clothes and toiletries from the dormitory. I brought them to the hotel. You can use them now..." She hurriedly helped Pei to the sofa and looked at the time... she looked at the time.. "I have to drive Lu to the airport..."..... She...
"Is he going to record a show?"
"Yes. I'm running out of time, so I'm leaving first. "
Fang Juexia walked him to the door. "Drive carefully."
After closing the door, only the two of them were left in the apartment. He changed into his slippers and walked to the sofa with a pair of slippers. He put them on the floor. "You should change your shoes too."
Pei Tingsong nodded. He kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket. "It's so hot." He took off his innermost black woolen sweater with one hand and threw it on the sofa. His upper body was naked, and he leaned his head against the sofa.
His skin was pale, and his whole body was flushed from drinking.
"You'll catch a cold." Fang Juexia sighed and covered him with his jacket. As soon as he put it on, Pei Tingsong pulled it away. "It's really hot."
"The woolen sweater is hot, but the jacket won't be so hot." Fang Juexia pulled him up, helped him put on the jacket, and zipped it up. However, Pei Tingsong stubbornly pulled the zipper down, revealing his abs.
Fang Juexia looked at his figure and felt strange. When did Pei Tingsong start working out? He had abs, pecs, and a Apollo's belt. He only had abs when he danced every day.
"You're looking at me." Pei Tingsong tilted his head and winked at Fang Juexia.
"No." Fang Juexia stood up. "You rest here for a while. I'll go wash up first."
The bathroom was very big. Fang Juexia was worried about leaving a drunk person outside, so he took a quick shower and came out in the shortest time possible. He wondered if he should wash the clothes he wore today, even though he was wearing the clothes provided by the styling team.
He decided to clean up first. Fang Juexia picked up his jacket and shook it. A piece of paper fell out and landed lightly on Fang Juexia's slippers.
He bent down to pick it up, glanced at it, and stuffed it into the pocket of his pajamas.
"I'm done using the bathroom." He wiped his hair and came out, only to find that Pei Tingsong, who was lying on the sofa a moment ago, was now standing up. His hands were leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, as if he was looking outside.
Fang Juexia walked over. "You're sober? Go wash up and sleep early. "
Pei Tingsong leaned against the window and nodded. He turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Fang Juexia was a little worried. He reached out to support him, but Pei Tingsong rejected him. Fang Juexia shuddered at the sight of the nearly 1.9m tall man, who was wobbling as he walked. He was afraid that the man would fall to the ground if he took another step.
However, it seemed that he worried too much. When he heard the bathroom door close, Fang Juexia was relieved. He walked around the empty living room and suddenly thought of the problem of sleeping at night.
Fortunately, there were two rooms.
However, this idea was quickly proven to be a naive assumption. There were indeed two rooms, but there was only one bed. The other bedroom was converted into a study and workshop. There were two large bookcases, a desk and workbench, and various musical instruments such as a guitar and keyboard.
"What should I do …" Fang Juexia had a headache about where he would end up tonight, but he couldn't help but walk in. This study was the most lively place in the apartment.
No, it wasn't lively. Fang Juexia denied his judgment in his heart and changed it.
It was filled with the atmosphere of Pei Tingsong.
He walked in. The room was filled with the smell of paper books. It was very strange. It was clearly the cold night in the city, but he could feel the warmth of the sun shining on the pages. The table was a little messy. There were open books, a thick stack of papers, various notes, and a very bright sticky note in front of the table lamp. There were a few words written on it — Please don't tidy up here.
Fang Juexia couldn't help but smile. He guessed that this room should be cleaned regularly by a cleaning lady. Otherwise, this young master who didn't even know how to make the bed wouldn't be able to keep it clean by himself. Just by looking at this little sticky note, he could imagine Pei Tingsong guarding his messy desk with his life. He wrote down his request in words that sounded like English translation, and his mouth said "please".
There was a piece of paper on his desk. It was filled with his writing and drawings. There were many repeated words, as if he was practicing calligraphy. Fang Juexia felt a sense of familiarity. It was like the draft paper of a literature enthusiast.
He sat down and read the handwriting on the paper. Most of it was Pei Tingsong's signature. There were also some scribbled English words.
There were a few interesting sentences that attracted Fang Juexia's attention.
[The taste of coffee is coffee-colored. The taste of cream is soft white.
Ice cubes are added. The taste of ice cubes is transparent and colorless.
After drinking it, the cold air cuts through the esophagus.
Ice is a diamond flowing down the throat.]
His mind seemed to always be filled with strange and wonderful ideas. It was as if he was like a heavenly steed soaring across the skies, making it impossible for others to fathom him. Fang Juexia opened a book and wanted to continue reading. Who knew that the book would accidentally fall to the ground. He hurriedly picked it up and found a photo on the ground. It seemed to have fallen out of the book.
In the center of the photo was an old man in a wheelchair. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses and had a kind smile. There was a child squatting beside the wheelchair. He was about 13 or 14 years old. He was holding a newborn puppy in his arms. His eyes were curved with a smile, full of youthfulness.
When he was young, Pei Tingsong was like a cactus seedling. Even his thorns were soft. They did not look like thorns. Instead, they looked like rays of light shooting into the clouds.
Fang Juexia put the photo back into the book and stood up. He suddenly realized that a long time had passed, but there was no movement from Pei Tingsong.
He could not help but worry. Pei Tingsong looked like he was still conscious, but he really drank a lot. Besides, the last time he blacked out, it was Pei Tingsong who took care of him. He had to be grateful.
There was no movement in the bathroom. There was not even the sound of the shower. Fang Juexia's mind came up with some bad possibilities.
Could he have fainted?
That's right, you can't just take a shower after drinking!
Thinking of this, Fang Juexia turned sideways and slammed into the bathroom door. Unexpectedly, the bathroom door was not locked at all. He knocked himself to the ground and almost couldn't get up.
"… It hurts."
Fang Juexia frowned and propped up his arm to look inside. Pei Tingsong was actually taking a bath.
Taking a bath was even more dangerous! Fang Juexia ignored the pain and ran barefooted to the innermost bathtub. Pei Tingsong's head leaned against the side of the bathtub. His eyes were closed and he was motionless.
"Hey, Pei Tingsong, wake up." He patted Pei Tingsong's face. Seeing him slowly open his eyes, his heart that was about to jump out of his chest calmed down a little.
His mind had just popped up with the social news headlines of a boy band member's sudden death in the apartment.
Pei Tingsong's eyelashes were moist. He blinked twice slowly and finally focused on Fang Juexia's face. He smiled and raised his hand to cover Fang Juexia's entire face.
"What are you doing …" Fang Juexia held his hand and pulled his arm to help him up. "Come out quickly. You can't take a bath when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong's words were much slower than usual. As if to prove that he was really not drunk, he held onto the side of the bathtub and forced himself to stand up.
Fang Juexia was originally squatting by the bathtub. Pei Tingsong's sudden movement caught him off guard and he turned his head abruptly. He did not know what was wrong with him. He had everything that Pei Tingsong had, so it was nothing to see.
But his heart was clearly telling him that something was wrong.
"You're really …" Fang Juexia was speechless for a moment. He could only get up and grab a bath towel and wrap it around his head. "Don't move."
"You're … fierce." Pei Tingsong spoke slowly. He did not sound as fierce and sharp as usual. He even sounded a little aggrieved.
"You're the one who was disobedient first." Fang Juexia wrapped the bath towel around him and held his arm to walk to the bedroom. "Be careful not to bump into anything."
Pei Tingsong said slowly, "… I, I'm not stupid."
Fang Juexia finally got him to the bedside. Panting, he helped him lie down and said, "Yes, you're the smartest."
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he was pulled down by Pei Tingsong and thrown on top of him.
The distance between them suddenly shrank. Fang Juexia held his breath and stared at the person below him.
His mind was blank and he could not issue any effective emergency instructions.
Pei Tingsong suddenly smiled. His teeth were white and his eyes were full of him.
"You're finally praising me."
He said this slowly and put his arm around Fang Juexia's waist.
Fang Juexia was stunned. He did not expect Pei Tingsong to say this. He was obviously the most arrogant kid in the world. He was born with talent and confidence.
"You …" Fang Juexia wanted to struggle, but Pei Tingsong tightened his grip. He had no choice but to tell the truth. "Do you know who I am? You drank too much. "
He did not know what was wrong with this sentence. Pei Tingsong turned him around and pressed Fang Juexia under his body.
"Get up, I can't breathe …"
"I know who you are." Pei Tingsong's fringe fell and half covered his deep eyes. "You're Fang Juexia …"
He actually knew who he was. Fang Juexia frowned and pushed him. "Then get up. Don't press on me."
"You're the damn Fang Juexia …"
Damn it, this prefix really suited Pei Tingsong's personality. Fang Juexia knew that he had drunk too much and did not want to argue. He just wanted to wrap him up with the blanket, close the door, and squeeze himself on the sofa for the night.
Pei Tingsong did not give up. He looked the same as usual, but also different. He mumbled a few words in English, then lowered his head and leaned against Fang Juexia's collarbone.
Fang Juexia felt that his chest was so compressed that he did not even have the strength to beat. "Yes, I'm Fang Juexia. Damn Fang Juexia, let me out after you're done scolding me."
Pei Tingsong pressed against his chest. "You … Do you admire others?"
Fang Juexia was confused. "Who?"
"Those people, the scriptwriter, Brother Xiqing, and many others …" Pei Tingsong's voice was already low, and it was even lower now that he was drunk.
Fang Juexia did not understand why he suddenly said this, and he did not know what this had to do with Pei Tingsong. "Yes, they're all very good, very good …"
"Am I not good?" Pei Tingsong suddenly raised his head, his neck red. "Am I not good today?"
"You …" Fang Juexia's heart suddenly jumped. "Of course you're very good, very good."
You're the best. You're brave and smart, and you're able to pull all the top players into your trap.
"But you didn't praise me at all." Pei Tingsong lowered his head again.
Fang Juexia was too surprised. He did not expect Pei Tingsong to be so conflicted and even unhappy with his evaluation.
During the game, he had been amazed by Pei Tingsong's ability more than once, but he did not know how to express it to him. He could easily express his praise for others, but when faced with Pei Tingsong, it seemed like he needed a lot of courage to smile.
Fang Juexia could not find a reason to treat him differently.
"Do you still think … Do you still think that I'm biased against you?" Pei Tingsong lay on his chest. "I've said it before, I misunderstood you before. I don't think that way anymore …"
He did not expect the drunk Pei Tingsong to be so honest, so honest that it made him feel guilty.
Fang Juexia took a deep breath. "I didn't say that. I know you've changed. You've said it before."
"But you don't trust me. You, you're always avoiding me …"
He was indeed like that. Two years of mutual exclusion could not be completely dispelled in a short period of time, and Pei Tingsong broke into his safe zone. Even though he had already gotten over it, subtly keeping a distance had become his habitual defense when dealing with Pei Tingsong.
Even though he knew that Pei Tingsong was no longer the Pei Tingsong who always targeted him, he was no longer arrogant. Even his young and frivolous desire to win was used as a stepping stone under Fang Juexia's feet.
Why was it so difficult to give up his heart?
Fang Juexia also wanted to know the answer.
"I bullied you in the past. I know you hate me too." Pei Tingsong choked and continued to defend himself. "But now I … I want to be friends with you. Can't you see? It's all very obvious to me. You're very good. Fang Juexia, you're very good … "
He spoke intermittently and strenuously, but each word was so heavy that they smashed into Fang Juexia's heart, leaving deep and shallow puddles that seeped out with sour juice.
"Be friends, we can be friends." Fang Juexia hesitantly reached out and covered Pei Tingsong's head as a form of comfort. "But I'm not as good as you think."
"No." Pei Tingsong suddenly looked up, as if he was thinking hard. "You're very good. You're good-looking … You're smart … You're good-looking …"
Was it just good-looking? Fang Juexia did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Also, you're kind, you're cool. Yes, your attitude towards life is very cool. The way you pursue your dreams is also very cool."
Fang Juexia could not help but laugh. "Not as cool as you."
Pei Tingsong did not know if he was copying him or replying to him, but in any case, he repeated, "Not as cool as you …"
He did not want to dwell on the topic of who was cooler. His hands were numb from the pressure, and now he just wanted to coax Pei Tingsong. "I know, you don't have any prejudice against me now, and you're also very sorry for what you've done in the past. I forgive you, and I also apologize to you. In the past, I neglected you and treated you as if you didn't exist. I'm sorry. "
Pei Tingsong lay on his stomach and nodded. "Then, then I forgive you too."
"Okay, then we've forgiven each other. Can you get up now?"
Pei Tingsong was quite obedient. He got up with half of his body to make some space, but before Fang Juexia could come out, he fell back down again. "I don't have the strength."
God … Fang Juexia was at his wit's end.
When drunk, Pei Tingsong was really no different from his dog. He was clingy and could not be chased away. Even his body temperature was very similar.
"I used to want to have an older brother …" Pei Tingsong lay on the side of Fang Juexia's face this time. As he spoke, hot air drifted over, and all the pores on Fang Juexia's body resonated with his sound waves.
The word 'older brother' was originally very simple, but in Pei Tingsong's play of words, it was endowed with too many unfathomable meanings. As a result, every time Fang Juexia heard it, his feelings were complicated.
Did Pei Tingsong want him to be his older brother?
But he could not say, "You can treat me as your older brother."
The person lying on top of him suddenly realized something. He struggled to get up and reached out to touch Fang Juexia's waist. Fang Juexia was a little ticklish, so he dodged and grabbed his hand. "What are you doing? It's very ticklish. "
With his hand caught, Pei Tingsong blinked in confusion and looked at Fang Juexia. "Your waist doesn't hurt, right?"
"I didn't do anything. Why would my waist hurt?"
As soon as he blurted it out, Fang Juexia was a little regretful. This sentence was too ambiguous. Fortunately, Pei Tingsong was so drunk now. Otherwise, he would definitely make fun of him and use the worst tone to ridicule his unintentional words.
But he did not expect Pei Tingsong to look relieved after hearing it. "You, you told Senior that your waist hurt because you practiced dancing … I heard it. I thought it was true. You usually don't lie."
He suddenly understood. No wonder Pei Tingsong came over to touch him and forced him to make a scene. They almost got into a scuffle.
It turned out that what he said at that time was true. It was not a secret signal. He really came to confirm if his waist was hurt.
"I'm fine. I'm not hurt."
Pei Tingsong nodded heavily, his hair swaying. Then he thought of something and said rigidly, "But I'm hurt." After saying that, he pointed to his forehead.
Fang Juexia wanted to laugh. He held Pei Tingsong's hand. "It's here. You pointed the wrong way."
"Oh." He touched it and said loudly, "You're right." Like an idiot.
Fang Juexia thought it was too funny. He even wanted to record Pei Tingsong's silly look. After all, this guy had done that before.
Forget it. It was not safe to record it, even though they did not do anything.
Do? The word "do" seemed to be very ambiguous. Obviously, he had already taken himself away.
"And this." Pei Tingsong suddenly stretched his hand in front of Fang Juexia's face. "This is also hurt."
The teeth mark on his hand had already formed a small scab, but it was a little red after the bath. Even the hard scab had softened.
Speaking of which, the injuries on his forehead and hand were related to him.
Fang Juexia felt a little guilty. "Yes, I was the one who bit you. I'm sorry." In order to express his sincerity, he reached out and touched Pei Tingsong's hand.
"Yes, you were the one who bit me." Pei Tingsong nodded. He thought this topic was over, but he suddenly grabbed Fang Juexia's chin and forced him to look up. Then he leaned down. This set of actions caught Fang Juexia off guard.
"Hey!"
He was so docile just a moment ago, but suddenly he turned back into a wolf cub.
What was going on?
"What are you doing?"
His sensory system was attacked.
Everything was out of order. He could not see or hear. He could only feel the soft touch of lips against his Adam's apple.
His lips parted.
"I want to bite you back."
It was not a playful bite. He did not bite his hand. Instead, he bit the throat of his prey like a hungry predator, letting out fresh and warm blood, waiting for his life to fade away bit by bit until it completely belonged to him.
Fang Juexia came back to his senses and pushed him violently. He struggled with all his might, but his actions seemed to anger Pei Tingsong even more. Pei Tingsong grabbed his forearm and held his wrists above his head tightly with his large bitten hand.
He looked down at Fang Juexia from above. His gaze extended from his eyes to the red corners of his eyes and to his unique birthmark. This seemed to be the process of identifying his prey.
"Pei Tingsong, don't go crazy drunk." Fang Juexia's gaze returned to its stubborn and fearless state. Pei Tingsong, who was delirious, felt that it was familiar.
"I'm not drunk." Pei Tingsong was also very stubborn. "You know, have you ever seen you drunk? I'm not … drunk at all. "
Yes, but it was not much better.
Anyway, he would always regret it when he woke up.
A dull pain came from his neck. Fang Juexia frowned. He was worried about how he would appear on camera in the next few days and how he would explain it to others. He was still struggling. As he twisted his arm, his body also twisted.
Pei Tingsong did not let go of him. He was terrifyingly strong. He also frowned. "Fang Juexia, you're messing up my bed."
"Let go of me. It's uncomfortable."
"I won't."
Pei Tingsong was a little unhappy. He did not want to look at Fang Juexia's face, so he lowered his head and panted. Suddenly, he seemed to have found something. He stretched out his empty hand and grabbed at the bedsheets. His eyes were blurry and his head was dizzy. He grabbed several times before he pinched a small piece of paper.
He narrowed his eyes and read the words on the paper.
But Fang Juexia quickly saw the ukulele written on the side facing him. He suddenly came back to his senses. Shame came over him for no reason. He wanted to reach out and grab it back, but he could not break free.
"Don't move. I can't see the words clearly …" Pei Tingsong was unhappy. He looked at the line for a long time. "Who is this? Who is copying my writing?"
That's your handwriting, idiot.
"No, no …" Pei Tingsong's eyebrows suddenly relaxed. "This is what I wrote. This is what I wrote to Fang Juexia before I committed suicide …"
"Yes." Fang Juexia had no strength to resist. "This is your suicide note, okay?"
Pei Tingsong suddenly laughed, as if he was very happy. "I thought you threw it away."
He should have thrown it away. It was just a prop in a game. He did not understand why he kept it.
Fang Juexia wanted to change the topic. He did not want to talk about this piece of paper anymore, nor did he want to recall the shock he felt when he first saw that sentence.
"How can you be like this when you're drunk?"
One moment, he was hitting straight balls until he saw stars. The next moment, he was like an unrelenting lunatic.
He could not coax him.
"What's wrong with me?" Pei Tingsong pinched the piece of paper and frowned slightly. "I'm much better than you. Do you know how scary you are when you're drunk? You insisted on hugging me. You insisted on making me sleep with you … "
Fang Juexia was ashamed to hear these complaints again. "Don't say anymore. I know. I'm sorry."
"You don't know," Pei Tingsong interrupted him and used the small piece of paper in his hand to seal his mouth.
Fang Juexia's eyes widened.
"You don't know what you did."
He bent down, like a beautiful collapsed temple, suddenly falling in front of Fang Juexia. In an instant, the ground shook.
"You kissed me that night, Fang Juexia." Pei Tingsong's voice was very slow and deep.
Then, he kissed him through the piece of paper.
Fang Juexia's breathing suddenly stopped. He was submerged in the ruins. His body could not move, and his mind was blank.
In the next moment, the broken walls and debris gathered together, little by little returning to the high sky. He seemed to have escaped from the kiss through the piece of paper and gained some breathing space.
But Pei Tingsong, who was leaving, frowned. He was dissatisfied with this level of restoration, so he reached out and opened the seal that only lasted for a moment.
"No, it's like this."
He kissed him for real.