(I suggest those who haven't opened the previous chapter to read it and reap the joy)
At this moment, Fang Juexia seemed to be glowing all over.
Pei Tingsong couldn't describe that feeling. They were both pursuing their dreams, but the methods and paths he and Fang Juexia chose seemed to be completely different.
He rampaged through the cage, his head bleeding, wanting to see a freer world.
Fang Juexia patiently fumbled in the dark, looking for a button to light up.
Pei Tingsong couldn't help but laugh. "There are indeed many solutions in this world."
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant. But he realized that he had said too much.
This person in front of him was like fire and water a few weeks ago, but now, he could actually tell him about his inner journey that he had never shared with anyone else.
This was not like him at all. He wasn't someone who would casually share his heart with others.
"Actually, I didn't expect you to be willing to answer my question," Pei Tingsong said.
Fang Juexia was surprised by this tacit understanding, but his expression was indifferent. "I didn't expect you to watch that movie either."
"You said that it moved you." Pei Tingsong smiled. "I'm very curious, what kind of thing can move you?"
It wasn't that easy to shake an iceberg.
"You're too curious." Fang Juexia began to clean up the plates, took all the plates, and prepared to leave.
"Since you said so," Pei Tingsong said, "I have another question."
Fang Juexia put the plates in the sink and quickly washed them out.
Pei Tingsong directly took his silence as acquiescence. He walked over and leaned against the counter.
The pouring water couldn't drown out Pei Tingsong's voice.
"What happened to you in Astar?"
After asking this question, Pei Tingsong felt that he couldn't believe it. In the past, he definitely wouldn't be so careful to ask a person a question. It was simply impossible. Now, he was actually thinking about how to be more tactful and how not to be misunderstood.
Most importantly, after he asked, he actually felt uneasy.
Fang Juexia took out the plates, turned off the tap, and dried his hands. Then, he looked up at Pei Tingsong. "This question, I may not be able to answer you in detail."
He saw Pei Tingsong's puzzled expression and said, "Actually, if you ask me directly if you've really slept with me, I can answer."
He looked straight into Pei Tingsong's eyes. "No."
Pei Tingsong's't't subconsciously blurted, "I know." He knew that he had overreacted, so he paused for a moment. "What I mean is, I believe you."
His tone was so confident that it almost made Fang Juexia wavered.
"You weren't like this before." Fang Juexia laughed and put the plate back into the cupboard.
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Fang Juexia paused and turned to look at him. "Things?"
Pei Tingsong felt a little guilty when he thought of all the various metaphors he had used previously. "… and humans."
Fang Juexia closed the cabinet door. "So you can be so sure that I'm not lying to you?"
"Then you're too cunning." Pei Tingsong's tone carried a hint of complaint.
Fang Juexia let out a rare laugh. "Same here." But he quickly stopped smiling. "I'm not lying to you. But I can't tell you what happened back then. The only thing I can say is that I didn't do anything wrong. I left AS only because I didn't want to change myself. "
Pei Tingsong believed this because it was completely in line with Fang Juexia's philosophy.
He knew that their relationship wasn't close enough for him to speak freely, so he didn't continue to ask.
Fang Juexia's honesty at this moment was already a surprise to him.
The dark night outside the window gradually began to soak in the blue sky. Neither of them thought that they would actually spend so much time together peacefully.
"Go back to sleep. It's almost dawn." After saying that, Fang Juexia prepared to leave, but Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist again. But this time, he clearly felt that he didn't use too much strength.
It was just a gentle grip.
"I didn't listen to the song you wrote."
Pei Tingsong explained himself. "I just wanted to tease you at that time. I wanted to return it to you. I didn't expect you to just throw it to me and say something in anger. "
That's right. Fang Juexia complained in his heart. He didn't expect him to be angry.
"It's okay. If you don't want to listen to it …"
"I actually want to listen to it." Pei Tingsong interrupted him. "But I want to ask for your permission first. It's not that kind of thing in anger. It has to be something you really want me to listen to."
Fang Juexia suddenly froze.
"Are you willing?"
Insomnia, hunger in a hurry, and more than ten hours of work. These factors could cause the brain to not be clear-headed.
Fang Juexia wasn't very clear-headed now.
He nodded, but he didn't know why.
Since he was born, he hadn't played this song to anyone other than himself. When he first wrote it down, he never thought that the first listener would be Pei Tingsong, who was tit-for-tat with him.
"Then I'll listen carefully." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand. "I'm done." He stepped aside to make way for Fang Juexia. "You can go back and rest."
With the remaining warmth on his wrist, Fang Juexia walked back to his room. They walked one after the other. When they were about to reach the door, Fang Juexia suddenly turned around. He didn't expect Pei Tingsong to be so close to him and almost bumped into him.
Pei Tingsong was obviously shocked. He subconsciously held Fang Juexia's elbow and whispered, "What's wrong?" He thought that Fang Juexia had left something outside.
In the darkness, Fang Juexia looked at him with bright eyes. "I want to read that book."
Book? Pei Tingsong didn't understand, but he saw Fang Juexia nod. His voice was very soft.
"The Roots of Romanticism."
Pei Tingsong let go of his hand.
For the first time, he realized that the book's name could be recited so well.
The busy schedule made it hard to remember the days. In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. The night of insomnia seemed to have just passed.
If the magazine hadn't contacted Fang Juexia midway and asked them to help with the narration, he would have thought that they had just finished their work.
According to the material provided by the magazine, Fang Juexia completed the dry voice recording. After that, he gave full authority to Cheng Qiang and didn't ask any more questions.
Kaleido's popularity grew day by day. With the efforts of their manager, Cheng Qiang, the entire team won a national endorsement for a very popular food product. The previous spokesperson was a well-known singer. Coincidentally, on the day of the shoot, the magazine released the promotional video and highlights of the material. Pei Tingsong's clothes were not the same size, so he had to change them. Everyone else was putting on makeup. Ling Yi suddenly shouted, "Wow, Juexia, Xiao Pei, you put in the material for the magazine shoot last time! That's amazing! "
Lu Yuan was playing a game. When he shouted, he lost his grip. "Ah, Ling Yi, don't make a pig sound. I have to carry this round!"
"You're the one making a pig sound! If you have the guts, turn on your mic. I'll scream 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 post.
He Ziyan reacted quickly. "It's true. It's a video."
"So fast?" Jiang Miao said, "I'll go and 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 your headphones. You must!"
"Okay." Fang Juexia took out his headphones and put them on.
At first, the video was pitch black. There was a faint sound of the wind whistling in his ears. It was as if he had really entered a cold winter. After two or three seconds, a horizontal gap appeared in the middle of the screen. Inside the gap was a vast expanse of white. He faintly heard a voice saying the word "winter" repeatedly. The voice was very soft and deep. He could almost imagine the image of the tip of the tongue teasing the back of the teeth through the word.
Gradually, the field of view in the horizontal gap expanded. What appeared was actually him sitting in the snow with a silly smile.
It was Pei Tingsong who took the video of him.
A red handwritten English word appeared in the middle of the screen — imprisonment.
Imprisonment.
All of a sudden, the sound of the wind in his ears stopped abruptly. Once again, the video went out and became completely black. He heard a familiar deep voice. This time, he was very sure who it was.
"Beg me."
Music started playing. Every frame flashed repeatedly with a low drum beat. His back was hidden in the dense and cold snow forest step by step. A pair of slender hands pushed aside the flowers and found the trembling bellflower. He looked back in the cold mist. The flower branch was held in his hand and spun in a room full of spring. He was lying in the snow with his eyelashes trembling and closed his eyes. A close-up of his lips and teeth biting the plump snow-white flower.
Fang Juexia, who was sensitive to music, quickly recognized the faint sound of glass breaking and chains dragging on the ground in the background.
The white petals that were torn apart were constantly zoomed in under the close-up. Finally, it turned into a piece of daylight. The music also changed. It turned into a romantic and gentle guitar tune.
Fang Juexia's own voice appeared in the headset.
"Spring …"
The voice was processed into an old sound effect. It was very soft and repeated slowly. It was like a murmur, but more like a cry for help. In the shaking sunlight, the video moved down and turned into a glass greenhouse overflowing with sunlight. Pei Tingsong sat inside and looked up at the camera. Under the second exposure, the faint cold snow forest appeared on the flowers behind him. Fang Juexia was lying in the snow forest.
The narration appeared again. It was Pei Tingsong's voice. However, he was not speaking in Chinese or his American English. He was speaking in Spanish. Subtitles appeared at the bottom of the video.
"You are the cute little white flower in my palm.
I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hand every day. "
In the video, he cruelly tore off the snow-white petals. In the next second, Fang Juexia's close-up face appeared. His snowy eyelashes trembled slightly. His eyes were straight, fragile and tenacious at the same time. It was very contradictory.
"You are here. You did not escape.
You have to answer me, until the last call.
You snuggled up to me, as if you were really afraid. "
The torn petals fell sadly in slow motion. The sound of the piano was like drops of cold water falling after melting ice and snow. It became faster and faster, faster and faster.
The video cut back and forth with the sound. Fang Juexia was breathing hard in the snow. He opened his mouth and exhaled white mist. Pei Tingsong's close-up fingers were deep into a red agate. His soft lips were melting ice. His body was bound by vines. Countless beautiful flowers that could not be named.
"From the mountains, I will bring you a bouquet of happiness, a bellflower,
The fruit of the black hazel tree, and a basket of kisses. "
The music suddenly stopped. The background music became rapid breathing. In the close-up, Fang Juexia's tongue pushed out the ice that made his lips red. The video gradually moved up to the red birthmark at the corner of his wet eyes. A drop of blood dripped onto it. The video changed to a cherry that fell into his palm.
Pei Tingsong picked it up. His sharp teeth bit through the film and went deep into the flesh. Bright red juice dripped down.
"What will I do to you?
What spring will do to the cherry tree. "
The screen went black for the last time. The background music disappeared and turned into the whistling of the wind and snow at the beginning. The video gradually emerged. It was a pair of legs walking in the snow.
Fang Juexia's unique cold voice appeared. The last narration.
"I am the last traveler on your path."
One step, another step. The trampled snow creaked and called for help.
"The last spring."
He stopped, bent down, and picked up something from the snow.
"The last snow."
The camera moved up. Click.
"The last battle for survival."
He broke a dead twig in the snow.