Fanservice Paradox

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Fang Juexia woke up at once and immediately released his hand.

"Everyone in Caledo returns quickly! Hey! Over there! Move the props over!"

"it is good!"

"Is this prop?"

The members evacuated the lift platform one after another, and the noisy environment made Fang Juexia's heart shake in the chest cavity.

He had just been holding Pei Tingsong's hand.

Realizing this, Fang Juexia hurried forward a few steps away from the platform of the lifting platform. Someone accidentally tripped over the pipe on the ground and fell to the ground unprepared.

"Hey, Fang Juexia, are you okay!"

He could hear the worry in Pei Tingsong's voice, and he could recognize that he was approaching himself, but Fang Juexia was a little flustered now. Everything in front of him was vague, dark, and a mess in his vision.

This is not the first time, he tried to calm himself down.

Don't panic, don't panic. He reached for the ground and groped for the pipe lying in front of him, carefully trying to get up. After standing firm, Fang Jue Xia narrowed her eyes, flashing many black shadows back and forth, and the others could not see clearly anymore.

"What's the matter with you?" Pei Tingsong immediately saw that Fang Juexia was not right, very strange. What he looks like now is ...

The word in his mind unconsciously flashed him suddenly.

Pei Tingsong stepped forward and took Fang Juexia's arm, "Do you have night blindness?"

Somehow, as soon as this sentence was asked, Pei Tingsong immediately remembered the insomnia in the morning and accidentally knocked down Fang Juexia of the stack of books.

How could it be knocked down, even if the lights are not turned on, the room is not completely dark.

If he is not walking by the wall, it is even less likely to hit.

Correct.

All unreasonable details have been explained.

The situation when they were locked in the closet together again came to mind now. At that time he forced Fang Juexia to look at himself, but only got one sentence.

[I can't see it. ]

He didn't lie, he was really invisible.

"Yes." Fang Juexia's tone admitted was also very calm and calm. His emotions slowed down, although he still couldn't see clearly.

The team members have gone far, and the obscure and staggered passages and the urging of the staff have made everyone subconsciously look at the front, and it is difficult to find the people who have fallen behind. Pei Tingsong was very surprised. He thought that he just fell down and was even inexplicably angry. He couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you say that you have night blindness?"

When he asked, he regretted it. With his cold relationship with Fang Juexia in the past two years, how could this person who had been cold and cold told himself this kind of privacy. The fool knows no.

The relationship between them has not reached the level of frankness at all.

"What's wrong?" Fang Juexia tried to break away from Pei Tingsong after hearing the voices of other staff members behind him, pretending that nothing happened.

His response gave Pei Tingsong a hint.

"It's okay." Pei Tingsong gripped tighter, and even stretched his other hand to embrace Fang Juexia's waist. "I just found something and tripped. You are busy, I will help him go."

"Really? Be careful, it's a bit messy."

Seeing the staff leave, Pei Tingsong held Fang Juexia and lowered his voice to his ear.

"Just so unwilling to ask me for help?"

The warm air flow fell, and Fang Juexia smiled bitterly in the dark.

Expecting that he would not say anything, Pei Tingsong never expected to wait for a response. He helped Fang Juexia move forward step by step, softly prompting him to avoid all kinds of obstacles. Just when he thought that this guy finally put down his hard shell in the dark and compromised to move forward slowly, Pei Tingsong suddenly heard his voice.

"it's wired."

The two men's footsteps stopped in tandem.

"Why are you every time?"

They fell into a brief silence.

Fang Juexia's smile was bleak. Perhaps Pei Tingsong also felt that he was a disaster star, was forced to tie him up, and bumped into his threatened unspoken rules. Even the night blindness that he had been hiding was also exposed by him.

why? Obviously he can hide well every time, he is used to darkness.

If, if he held the other hand tightly just now ...

He traced the vague cause and effect of the butterfly effect until everything was broken by Pei Tingsong's voice.

"It may be that I boasted Haikou on the phone last time and said that you and I were bound in the future."

"God feels very reasonable when he hears it, and he really tied you and me together." Pei Tingsong's voice had a little smile, "Maybe God can also nibble CP."

Fang Juexia suddenly stunned.

What God is not ...

"Don't joke." He still tried to escape from his hands, but Pei Tingsong's hands on his waist tightened, and his tone was serious. "No joke. I usually like to tease you, but I also have The bottom line. "

Fang Juexia glanced at him, "Your bottom line is in the third quadrant."

Hearing this, Pei Tingsong was stunned for a while, and then laughed, like a high school student.

Fang Juexia's ears were filled with Pei Tingsong's bright laughter, which was strange to say. The previous tension seemed to suddenly ease.

On the perceptual level, he even started to take the luck. Perhaps he can really trust this mixed-world demon who has just repaired the broken relationship, even if he let him know his biggest secret.

But reason and advised him not to hand over what he insisted on.

Know it, Fang Juexia comforts herself. Anyway, what has always come is his rule of survival.

By now, he learned more and more that he couldn't think calmly.

"The third quadrant is the third quadrant." Pei Tingsong tilted his head towards him, "Talk is better than nothing."

With his help, Fang Juexia moved forward slightly. The toes hit the pipes on the ground from time to time, stumbling, just like the road he had traveled in these years, they were groping in the dark.

Pei Tingsong's body temperature was very hot, his arm around Fang Juexia's back and supported him, making him a little uncomfortable. Pei Tingsong's voice was heard in the dark, "Are you ... really invisible at all?" He quickly added, "I mean, after the field of vision dims."

He rarely heard the hesitant tone of Pei Tingsong. This boy who is three years younger than himself is always decisive and arrogant, as if there has never been anything to fear in life.

"Basically." Fang Juexia added a relatively accurate number, "80%."

Pei Tingsong nodded and repeated his words in a low voice, "80% ..."

The narrow channel compresses the air into a slowly flowing viscous fluid. Fang Juexia feels that there is a weak wind in front of his face. The trajectory of the fluid movement seems to have changed.

He raised his hand and reached into the darkness.

Pei Tingsong was stunned for a moment, and his steps suddenly stopped. Only then did he reach out to Fang Juexia and shake the tentative hand, and Fang Juexia was caught like that.

"Aren't you saying that you can't see?" Pei Tingsong's tone was a little surprised, and unexpectedly brought a little childishness, like a kid who was caught and caught.

The corner of Fang Juexia's mouth appeared again with a smile.

"It's invisible," he let go of Pei Tingsong's hand, "but I have predictability."

Pei Tingsong withdrew his hand and smiled.

Fang Jue Xia really was smarter than he thought.

He led Fang Juexia to continue to move forward, "So you have been hiding for so long on your own foresight?"

Without waiting for Fang Juexia to answer, Pei Tingsong asked again, "Why do you want to hide everyone? This is not a very special disease, and it has no effect on others."

Fang Juexia knew that he would not understand, and it was normal.

He can only tell him the reason through his own experience.

"I learned dance, folk dance and modern dance for a while when I was a kid. When I was seven years old, my mother led me to the Guangzhou Youth Dance Troupe to participate in the selection test for their seed players. The child with the best conditions will definitely be selected. "

Such a narrative always implies a reversed follow-up.

"In the last assessment, we are going to be on the real stage. It is not the same as before. It is very big and very dark, with only a beam of chasing light."

Pei Tingsong soon understood that there was even such a picture in front of him.

A little boy stood helplessly on the dark stage.

"You ... lost the election?"

"Well." Fang Juexia's tone was fairly flat, as if nothing had happened, and he walked forward step by step. "I tried my best, but I still fell off the stage and broke my left leg. I went at that time In the hospital, they knew that I had night blindness. "

"Are you disappointed at that time?" Pei Tingsong asked.

"Neither. I woke up and asked my mother what the result was. She told me that they would give me news later. Then there was no more." Fang Juexia ticked her mouth helplessly, "Maybe in the heart of an adult, a child I do n’t remember, I forget it after a while. But I have a good memory. I eat very seriously, recuperate, and obedient, thinking that as long as my legs are good, I can enter the dance troupe and become a dancer. "

In the dim light, Pei Tingsong looked at him. There was not much expression on that delicate face. It was really not like a person who recalled the regretful past, but he was Fang Juexia, and all this became reasonable.

But he listened to the fact that a child was well-behaved.

When he was a kid ... he should have looked good too.

"Later?" Pei Tingsong asked.

"There is no later." Fang Juexia's tone was cold. "My grandfather told me about night blindness. What else can I expect. How can a person who is close to blind on the stage with a high probability become a dancer?"

Pei Tingsong knew that he should be comforted at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He suddenly became stupid, and he could only sigh and said from the heart, "It's a pity."

"It's a pity." Fang Juexia said, "I accidentally heard the adults talking later, and I realized that even if I didn't have night blindness, it would be impossible to be selected."

Pei Tingsong puzzled, "Why?"

Fang Juexia turned her head, glanced at Pei Tingsong in the dark, raised her finger to the corner of her eyes, "Because of this."

"A dancer must have no visible marks on his face."

Unlike idols, they do not need recognition.

No matter how long it is.

Only then did his glance hit Pei Tingsong's heart, and he didn't know what to say. He had to help him silently through the last dark passage.

Their stage is not all bright, although most are illuminated. He couldn't imagine how Fang Juexia did it all at once, without letting anyone discover that he was different.

Pei Tingsong remembered that when he first entered the company, the first internal legend he heard was about Fang Juexia. Everyone said, don't look at the star chart is a small company, there can be a trainee god.

Fang Juexia's negative face and news are proportional to the degree of hard work that everyone knows. Everyone knows that he lives in the practice room. Whenever you go to the company's practice room, you will find him. He must be dancing.

At that time, Pei Tingsong only felt exaggerated. He didn't understand why a person who had been defined as a rare talent by everyone must force himself with the intensity of the practice of nearly self-harm.

Now he understands.

In the pursuit of dreams, he is a person who has failed once.

He finally understood why Fang Juexia was moved by the opening of the documentary.

In any sense, he is in darkness. In that dark little house, Fang Juexia did not retreat at all.

The end of the passage leads to the underground hall of the stage. The gradually increasing light made Fang Juexia slowly return to the safe distance consciously. He seemed to come out of the deep sea step by step and dragged back to the land at a heavy pace.

"You are not afraid, maybe one day you will fall off the stage like you were a kid?"

Upon hearing Pei Tingsong's question, Fang Jue Xia was at ease, "Afraid. So I have to make every movement of myself accurate to no error in distance."

The dim light hit his face, elongated the shadow of his eyelashes, and fell on the cheek like a butterfly.

"The fault tolerance rate in this circle is approximately zero, but unfortunately, I was born with the wrong mark, and I was born to be the type of person who tends to make mistakes."

He gave Pei Tingsong a light smile, "I can only try to pretend that I will not make mistakes."

"Juexia! Xiao Pei!"

Cheng Qiang ran not far away, panting, as if looking for them for a long time. His appearance interrupted Fang Juexia's self-analysis, he gathered his emotions and faced Cheng Qiang.

He didn't quite understand why he said so much to Pei Tingsong, he didn't understand every time.

He thought to himself, perhaps Pei Tingsong was also puzzled. Why did he listen to so much about his past and his voice, would this be a flattering weakness for him. It's as if those players who complained about their miserable past in the draft show filled their characters with these deceitful tears.

What would Pei Tingsong think of him?

"What are you doing? I've found you a big circle." Cheng Qiang was getting closer and closer, and Fang Juexia thought about whether to use the excuse that Pei Tingsong had just met the staff. Unexpectedly, I suddenly heard the whispers of people around me.

"I finally asked you a question."

He looked at Pei Tingsong, somehow.

Pei Tingsong's eyes are sincere, "How many people still know your secrets?"

Fang Juexia's throat knot rolled, staring at the person in front of him. But it seems that time is not enough, Pei Tingsong rushed again when Cheng Qiang came to them, "Forget it, come back."

Fang Jue Xia slightly raised his eyebrows to signal his doubts.

"I will repeat the last sentence."

This young boy's face, always sharp, looked at him, and his eyes reflected the soft light of the basement.

"Your mark is not a false mark, it is beautiful."