Fanservice Paradox

"what did you say?"

Cheng Qiang did not directly brake, "Who did Xiao Pei kiss?"

"Inadvertently, oops, Xiao Pei is not gay." Gu Yi couldn't explain too much with his agent, and Ling Yi, who got the first hand fresh and hot melon, directly forwarded the words of Pei Tingsong's private chat to Chu Pei. The five people outside Song, the group name [hoeing strong to help the weak boycott the group tyrants (5)]

[Dash number: forward message]

[Dash code: Brothers, I ’m here with a source of happiness! ]

[You or Brother Huo: Are you talking about this friend yourself? Jpg]

[The dash number: And he is definitely a man. I dare to block the height of my next life! This kind of panic tone is absolutely accidentally kissed the man! ]

[The national performer of the flower flippers: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha mother babies are single and hungry without food]

[The dash number: It ’s true that Xiao Pei has never been in love. It ’s so handsome. Is n’t it good to be abroad? ]

[Your brother or your brother: How is it possible. I talked to him, he thinks it ’s not a waste of time to fall in love, you do n’t understand the idea of ​​two children in adolescence ...]

[The dash number: lying trough, then this will not be the first kiss of the little bully! ]

[The national first-level performer of the sculpting flower: Wait, let me shove. Xiao Pei has been running the trip for the past few days. Was n’t he still recording his birth date yesterday? Where does he come to meet friends? I kissed someone ...]

[A good captain at home: Xiao Wen told me that Xiao Pei slept in his apartment with Jue Xia last night. ]

[The dash number: grass]

[The national first-level performer of the fanflower :? ? ? ]

[Which is your brother or your brother: wow]

[The dash number: After finishing, I should send four people ... Now it ’s too late to withdraw. ]

Ling Yi didn't receive Ling Yi's reply for a long time. Pei Tingsong felt a little strange, so he sent a message to Fang Juexia when he went out to cook porridge.

[The leader of the card group: Why did n’t you say anything? I am anxious to tell my friend. ]

Poke a bit and really received a reply.

[The dash number: can be friends. Friends just want to kiss and kiss, and it ’s okay to kiss a few more times, rest assured. ]

is it? ?

Pei Tingsong looked at the expression on the phone of the old man in the subway. As a result, Fang Juexia came in with a porridge. "Why are you still not resting? Today is your only chance to rest. There will be a new endorsement conference tomorrow."

Locking the phone's screen, Pei Tingsong pretended that nothing had happened, and tried to divert his attention, "Then, your phone has just been shaking."

Fang Jue Xia sang and sat down beside the bed, as if he didn't plan to look at the phone.

He picked up the bowl of sticky white porridge and stirred it with a spoon, and the steam was pouring like a cloud. The gap between the curtains reveals a vertical strip of sunlight, which shines on Fang Juexia's face. The dark brown hair gleams with golden luster, and the white skin becomes more translucent. , Thin and shallow, the tail caught the red birthmark.

Pei Tingsong thought of the white eustoma, like this, the sun peeled off the skin, and the fresh veins showed through the white wound.

"Eat this while it's hot." Fang Juexia handed the bowl to Pei Tingsong and looked up at him.

Putting his eyes away hurriedly, Pei Tingsong almost reached for his hand and suddenly thought of something wrong, thinking of the idol dramas that he watched in the car every time he ran a trip. The male protagonist was sick, and the female protagonists fed the porridge bit by bit, so no one needed to do it.

Fang Juexia frowned slightly when he saw him being so mischievous, and was a little puzzled, "Don't want to eat?"

Pei listened to his heart, coughed, and took out acting beyond the idol school to pretend to be weak, "I can't lift my hand ..."

Fang Juexia felt strange, "Is it burning so badly?" He put the bowl on the nightstand and reached for Pei Tingsong's forehead.

Pei Tingsong watched him put the bowl down, feeling that everything deviated from his vision, but he couldn't say anything.

You can't tell Fang Juexia directly, you can feed me.

"It stands to reason that if you take the medicine, you should have a fever ... and there is no thermometer." Fang Juexia frowned, thinking for a while, "Why not go to the hospital? You get a few more clothes and we go to the hospital."

Hey?

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital." Pei Tingsong knew that he was not serious enough. "I'm such an adult that I have a cold and I don't have to go to the hospital."

"It can be big or small. Your forehead is full of sweat." Fang Juexia wanted to pull him up, but Pei Tingsong didn't do anything. "I'll just sleep with some food, so I really don't need to go to the hospital."

Hearing what he said, Fang Juexia had no other way to think about it, and he felt a little guilty. If he didn't just put a bath towel around but dressed him well, Pei Tingsong would not be sick.

"Then you still have something to eat. Although there is no taste, your home has nothing but rice." Fang Juexia stirred the porridge, scooped up a spoon, and handed it to his mouth, which was habitually followed, "Next Again ... "

Halfway through the talk, Fang Juexia stopped suddenly, and stopped talking, even the hand that came to his mouth stopped.

Next time? No matter what happens next time, I really want to cook Pei Tingsong.

Pei Tingsong watched him stop talking, deliberately reminding him, "What's next time? Will it be cooked for me next time? Last time, the aunt asked you to give me fried rice." After Pei Tingsong finished speaking, he gathered up, and the next time Fang Jue Xia Leng's mobile phone on the side started ringing endlessly.

"Who's looking for me ..." Fang Juexia murmured to put the bowl down and went to the other side of the bed to pick up the phone.

It was only a millimeter away to eat the porridge, Pei listened to the song directly, and took two big mouths.

Thinking of him Pei Tingsong's turbulent situation for twenty years, a worldly demon who is not afraid of the earth, has been playing with a bowl of porridge for so long, pushing and pulling, it is really laughing.

"Wake up?" Fang Juexia stood by the bed to answer the phone, his face seemed to change, and his voice was much lower. "... Grandpa woke up, I just ... I won't go, lest he see me again ... … "

Pei Tingsong looked at him and always felt that he had something to worry about.

"Well." Fang Juexia lowered her head. "I'm quite busy now. I can't get through. Mom, take good care of him. Tomorrow? There will be work tomorrow ..."

He was silent for a while, and eventually hung up. Sitting against the bed with Pei Tingsong back, remembering the news that had just been shaking, he looked down and checked. There were indeed a lot of WeChat messages on the lock screen interface, but there was no entry at all. There was only one announcement of the dissolution of the group.

"How did you suddenly disband ..."

Pei Tingsong coughed his fist in his mouth and asked in a dumb throat, "What disbanded?"

"A group." Thinking about the fact that there is no Pei Tingsong in this group, Fang Juexia doesn't plan to say more, lest he be more angry to know that they are behind a group, "It's nothing."

"Is there?" Pei Tingsong asked tentatively, "Did your aunt just call you?"

Fang Juexia nodded, but didn't say more.

Pei Tingsong remembers that the last time Fang Juexia ’s mother came to Beijing because of her grandfather ’s illness, it seemed to be the same thing after listening to the phone just now. But Fang Juexia's expression just now seemed quite sad.

The growing environment from small to large makes Pei Tingsong not at all accustomed to expressing his thoughts euphemistically, he just went straight and did whatever he wanted. But he also knows that Fang Juexia is a person who does not want others to interfere in his private affairs, and he doesn't even bother to explain the unspoken rules.

Fang Juexia glanced at the porridge that had moved, "eat it more? Only by eating can you get better."

Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong fell into his hand uncomfortably, and his voice was so empty that he could float, "It's so uncomfortable, Fang Juexia ... I feel pain when I swallow something, and my whole body hurts."

"Why is it so serious?" Fang Juexia frowned, reached out and touched his face, and then touched his back neck, it was really hot. "So what should I do?"

Pei Tingsong seemed to be ascending to heaven, "I think I should go to the hospital ..."

Looking at Pei Tingsong's sickness, Fang Juexia didn't dare to say anything seriously, "I just said to go to the hospital, you must go. Is it even more uncomfortable now?" He sighed, got up and opened the wardrobe "Are there turtleneck sweaters, lend me one."

"Ah? Yes ... you look for it."

He couldn't think about it for a while, and he could recall the behavior of the beast that bit his upper throat.

Fang Juexia back-to-back rummaging through him in the closet, found a dark green turtleneck sweater, and took it off. In his heart, he only concealed the matter of covering the wound, and he couldn't take care of the others. He simply took off his pajamas.

It happened that Pei Tingsong, who was crooked on the bed at this time, looked up. He originally just wanted to see which piece Fang Juexia picked, but he did not expect a pair of bright white body to hit his eyes. With the action of the sweater, his back muscles were pulling the lines of his lower back like a flowing porcelain.

The mirror in the wardrobe reflects Fang Juexia's lean waist. His abdominal muscles are not clumps, but smooth and flat Sichuan-shaped, flexible and white.

He flicked his eyes quickly.

How could there be a man with such a thin waist.

"I'm wearing this one." Fang Juexia turned around and pulled the oversized swing, looking into his eyes, "It doesn't matter."

Pei Tingsong raised his eyes, ah.

Fang Juexia didn't expect to hear any good words from his mouth. He picked up his pajamas and prepared to put on his trousers. He took him to a doctor early, "After I go back ..."

"Send you."

He was stagnant and heard Pei Tingsong say behind him, "You look good in clothes."

Fang Juexia turned to see him, but Pei Tingsong turned his back to him and added a sentence, "I bought it myself."

He is always so weird. Fang Juexia told herself to learn the habit, Pei Tingsong is not the same as other little boys, so he did not immediately reject him, saying something that I would give you back if it wasn't necessary.

"You also have to change your clothes quickly. If you are really uncomfortable and don't want to change, just put on a thick sweater and just wrap a thick coat."

"No." Pei Tingsong sat up with a stubborn expression on his pale face that would never admit defeat. "Cool cover can't just go out casually."

Fang Juexia was finally teased, "Good cool cover."

Hurrying up, Fang Juexia disregarded Pei Tingsong's strong objection and wrapped him in a huge cotton suit, which was originally tall, and then put on a big cotton suit.

"I look like a wall."

Really deserves to learn literature, Fang Juexia sighed in his heart, this metaphor is fascinating.

"It's windy outside, wear more." Fang Juexia helped him get into the car and went around to the driver's seat himself, "fasten the seat belt."

He took out his mobile phone to navigate and said to himself, "I will first look at the nearest hospital ..."

"Hey wait." Pei Tingsong took his mobile phone and pulled the mask down. "The nearby hospitals are not good, and there are a lot of people. I don't want to be photographed. You go out first, go out."

Fang Juexia looked at him, thinking of the patient as he was big, so he drove out of the community as he said and went on the road.

"So where do you want to go?"

Pei Tingsong yelled for a long time, his eyes turned back and forth, the whole person shrank in his KingSize cotton suit, and finally cleared his throat, and opened his mouth in a very quiet voice, "I want to see your grandfather Hospital ... "

Fang Juexia braked the car suddenly, stopped at the roadside and looked at him without a word.

Pei Tingsong hurriedly got out of the cotton coat and explained in a hurry, "No, what, you see your grandfather came to Beijing to see a doctor so old, the hospital chosen must be particularly good, am I ..."

"It turned out that you suddenly wanted to see a doctor because of this." Fang Juexia took a deep breath, and the sunlight outside the car window narrowed his eyes. "You're not that uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable!" Pei Tingsong took Fang Juexia's hand on his head. "You touched it, it's still hot. I'm really uncomfortable." He kept coughing out his lungs without stopping.

Fang Juexia's face was cold and soft, seeing Pei Tingsong coughing like this, he would definitely be unable to carry his work tomorrow. He pulled out his hand, unscrewed the thermos cup he brought and passed it over, and started the car again.

After receiving the drinking glass, Pei Tingsong who coughed and blushed took a sip of water, and he took it easy, feeling that it was time for him to choke.

The hospital where Grandpa Fang Jue Xia was hospitalized was not too far from here, a 20-minute drive. Pei Tingsong was really uncomfortable. Without him acting exaggerated but still having a fever, he fell asleep with his head tilted as soon as the car opened.

Even for such a short time, he had a dream.

In the dream, when he returned to childhood, he pushed his grandfather's wheelchair to sunbathe in the small garden. The two read a book quietly together. The creeper went green again in spring, and was about to climb the back window of his room.

Then he suddenly heard someone calling him. The sunlight in his dream was like a large piece of soft knife, cutting the scene in the field of vision into a broken shape. He could not see the person coming. He only felt that the sound was familiar, clear and cold, and There was a little soft warmth.

He woke up. When you open your eyes, you are the master of the voice in your dream.

"Bring your mask." Fang Juexia helped him put on his jacket, zip it up to the top, and put his hat on. The cool hand reached to the side of his face, and the back of the hand was stuck to confirm the temperature.

"I'm here so soon." Pei Tingsong's throat became even more dumb. He just woke up and the whole person was a bit topless. He also refused to let Fang Jue Xia Fu, as if afraid of others seeing his joke, "I can go by myself."

Fang Juexia looked at him like he was looking at a crumbling wall. Can't help laughing.

Pei Tingsong looked around and approached Fang Juexia, "Is this your grandfather's hospital?"

Fang Juexia nodded, "Let's go to register."

"Hey wait." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm. "You go to see your grandfather, I just need to register."

Fang Juexia stared at him and said nothing. Pei Tingsong again said, "Really I can really see a doctor myself. Go ahead. Should I be in the inpatient department?"

"Let's go to register."

"Why don't you guys listen? I don't speak Chinese?" Pei Tingsong grabbed him. "Wouldn't you really not go if you come?"

Fang Juexia didn't want to be noticed here because of people coming and going. He could only drag him to a place with fewer people and looked at Pei Tingsong's eyes and said, "He doesn't want to see me. Do you understand what I mean?" The early spring wind blows Fang Juexia's forehead, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eyes.

Pei Tingsong didn't expect this to be the case, but Fang Juexia's eyes were soft, like water.

He helped Fang Juexia press down the brim, covering the best recognizable mark.

"I don't know if he wants to see you, but I know you want to see him."

Fang Juexia looked at him like this, the water wave in his eyes trembled, then suddenly turned his head away. The magnolia flowers in the hospital opened, and the snow was as cold as white, but when the spring breeze blew, they softened and shook their minds.

Finally, he was dragged by Pei Tingsong to the inpatient department. Looking at the ward number that his mother sent him early in the phone, the two finally found their place. He had paid a lot of money to his mother before, and he arranged his grandfather to this private hospital with the relationship of college classmates. He wanted him to stay in the VIP ward, but it didn't seem to be successful. This is just a very ordinary single ward. A large, bright window with a swaying magnolia outside.

There was an old man lying on the bed, tilting his head as if he was asleep. Fang Juexia's mother took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose lightly and took away his newspaper.

Toss for a long time, Pei Tingsong's virtual sweat. Looking at the situation inside through the window on the door of the ward, he looked sideways at Fang Juexia's expression. When he saw that he seemed to want to escape, he immediately opened the ward door. Holding Fang Juexia's shoulders with both hands, pushed him to the front.

Fang Juexia's mother raised her head and froze for a moment. Seeing his son suddenly appear at the door, and seeing Xiao Pei, who hadn't seen for a long time, tilted her head and smiled at her, shouting at her aunt.

Surprise in surprise.

At the end of the incident, Fang Juexia could only walk in with a scalp, smiled at his mother, then stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping grandfather.

His face looked pretty good, with a thin tube in his nostril, his chest fell together, and this slight snore.

Fang Juexia looked at her mother and asked in a low voice, "Is the operation successful?"

The mother nodded. "It's fine. I just said that I want to eat an apple. I haven't had time to cut it. I fell asleep while reading the newspaper."

Pei Tingsong pressed Fang Juexia to sit down and ran to sit beside Fang's mother. Mother Fang looked at him, "Why do you wear so much, with sweat on your forehead, sick?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "Cold." After putting on his mask, he only smiled.

The shadow of the magnolia flower outside the window reflected in the grandfather's bed, whirling light and shadow. Fang Juexia sat so quietly, staring at her grandfather without saying a word. Now such a scene is better than he expected. He can visit him so quietly, and his grandfather will not lose his temper to drive him away.

Counting it down, he hasn't seen each other for more than a year. The person sleeping in front of him seemed to be much older, his hair became gray, and even his eyebrows were dyed white. Fang Juexia has never imagined the feeling that this person is getting older. In his memory, this person seems to always stand upright with a straight waist, serious and serious, no matter where he stands, it seems to be standing on a three-foot podium.

He picked up the apples and fruit knives resting on the side of the bed and started to pick up the apples. The sharp blade was embedded in the flesh, pushing forward a little bit, and the red peel fell down circle by circle, like a slide that I had sat as a child.

There is a children ’s playground in the grandfather ’s community, with a red slide in it. He would only go back during the winter and summer vacations. His grandfather would never let him sit or let him lie on the window sill, saying that if he broke his leg, the house would be turned upside down again.

If he obediently finished a set of Olympiads, Grandpa would lead him out with a straight face and accompany him to play the slide for half an hour. He would not squat down to catch him like other parents. He always stood under his back with his hands, watching himself climb up and down again, and then slide down happily.

Half an hour, no more than one point. When time is up, he will leave.

The little Fang Juexia slid off the slide, chasing the grandfather's back, stumbling forward, until reaching out to reach the grandfather's finger, he slowly panted slowly and went home with him.

Apple peel fell on one knee, Fang Juexia picked it up, rested on the table with the whole flesh, got up to dry him a glass of water, and walked to Pei Tingsong, interrupting the lip communication between him and his mother.

"gone."

"So fast?" Pei Tingsong glanced at Fang's mother, who seemed to be content with a smile on her face, "Go ahead." Fang's mother looked up and said to the other side, Jue Xia, "Good, you take Xiao Pei to infusion . "

Fang Juexia nodded, said nothing, and pulled Pei Tingsong away from the ward. He was silent along the way, registered him, led him to the doctor, and then took him to the infusion. The private hospital has a good environment. There are far fewer people on weekdays than expected. They found an injection room where no one was sitting and drip inside.

After a long morning, before the mission was completed, Pei Tingsong was quite energetic, but when he came out of the inpatient department, his symptoms were much worse, dizzy, when the nurse nurse poked the needle, he glanced at it and felt a needle It became ten.

"Infusion will be better." Fang Juexia sat next to him, patting his back when he coughed.

Pei Tingsong leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the transparent potion in the bottle, and turned his head to look at him again, "I want to eat an apple too."

Fang Juexia blinked, "You just didn't say that."

After staring at each other for ten seconds, Pei Tingsong laughed, "I lied to you, I didn't want to eat." He touched his throat with the hand that didn't hang the needle, "The throat hurts."

This action reminded Fang Juexia of his throat, so he pulled on the collar of the sweater, looked down at the tip of his shoes, and glanced at Pei Tingsong's long legs, retracted it, and stretched it out again.

"You ..." Pei Tingsong finally spoke, his tone uncommonly uncertain, "Do you think I'm busy?"

Fang Juexia unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of water, and retightened it. The warm water ran down the astringent throat, and the whole body warmed up. To be honest, when I saw my grandfather lying on the hospital bed, a big rock that had been pressed on my heart for a long time seemed to finally move away.

Pei Tingsong is very weird and doesn't quite understand the social etiquette that urbanites only ask, don't understand, and don't care about. In any case, what he wants to do must be done, and he is the opposite of himself.

To some extent, Fang Juexia was a little grateful. Thank you for desperately creating a step, dragging him down to meet the person you want to see.

He did not answer the question that Pei listened to just now, but looked at the opening in front of the white wall.

"My grandfather is a very conservative person. My grandmother left before I was born. My mother is his only child."

Pei Tingsong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fang Juexia to talk to him about his family.

"My mother didn't leave him before going to university, and later went to Guangzhou to study at university, and met me ..." Fang Juexia hesitated a bit, "Father. Grandpa doesn't allow them to be together, he feels like my dad, Very unreliable, and he did not want my mother to leave him and go so far south. They had a quarrel, my mother secretly got on the train to leave Shandong, and my dad received the certificate. "

Pei Tingsong listened quietly. With his growing background, it was difficult to understand the two generations of conflicts with domestic characteristics, but for him, elopement seemed like a very romantic thing.

But romance often comes at a price.

"My mother did n’t go back until I was born. At first, he did n’t want to see us. My mother said she stood at the door of the house and kept calling. He seemed to have compromised a bit, and when he went back, he was willing to see him, and he gave me a small room, and occasionally tutored my homework. "Fang Juexia lowered his head, speaking slowly, and speaking very low , "My grandfather is a math teacher and has taught for a lifetime. He said that I am smarter than my mother, very sensitive to numbers, and a good seedling."

The story seems to be moving in a better direction, but Fang Juexia's loss of tone can't be hidden.

"Later?" Pei Tingsong asked.

Fang Juexia took a breath. "Later, only my mother and I will be left. Grandpa asked us to go back to him. But ..."

Pei Tingsong looked at his profile.

"But I also like dancing. I want to dance. I stayed in Guangzhou to learn dance."

"He was disappointed. I am the same person as my dad."

It was these few words that were too simple to condense, which allowed Pei Tingsong to see the epitome of Fang Juexia's childhood. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but these thousand words were all stuck in his throat and could not speak.

"Want to eat an apple?" Fang Juexia seemed to get up and go, "I'll buy you some."

"I don't want to eat." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm so he couldn't go, "I said I was kidding."

"Okay." Fang Juexia sat back in position and looked at the white wall.

Suddenly, he was hugged sideways by Pei Tingsong. In front of him was the arm holding the transparent infusion tube, looped around his neck and hugged him.

"I'm so uncomfortable ..." His voice was dumb, but his tone was soft. "Let me hug me."

Pei Tingsong's head shrunk in Fang Juexia's shoulder nest, rubbing like a large sick dog, and then hugged tightly. Fang Juexia couldn't bear to push him away, so he persuaded himself and his friend that it would be normal to hug him.

The little clock in my heart was ticking and ticking, cooperating with the drops of water falling from the hanging bottle, one drop at a time, sliding towards his heart, itchy, like a drop of morning dew falling from the tip of the leaf after the spring rain. Shoulders.

"Fang Juexia." The silence lasted for a minute and a half, and Pei Tingsong spoke again with a muffled voice.

Fang Juexia leaned his head on him, and in response, he also waited for his following. Bone and bone are intimately close together, conveying the warm voice after low fever, "You do n’t mean that you do n’t have any emotions for people who do n’t care? This temper is always based, and your grandfather must also be Just like you."

The heat from his speech sprayed on his side neck, carefully moistening his soft sweater.

"He is bored with you just because he loves you."

Fang Juexia was a little stunned, and the small clock in his heart prolonged every second, twice, or even twice as long.

"And you are not wrong, you did not waste your talent at all ..."

Dizzy, as if he were the sick person. Every word in Pei Tingsong's mouth passed through, leaving a long shock.

"You belong to the stage already."