Pei Tingsong never thought that one day he could also have a new family.
In fact, he never imagined coming out in front of Fang Juexia's family. It seems impossible, because of Fang Juexia's introverted character and because of the special nature of his family. But what he didn't expect was that Fang Juexia would have a showdown on the first day he took him home, and he didn't even plan to tell him.
Throughout the process of coming out, Fang Juexia bravely stood in front of Pei Tingsong, like a real brother, taking all the motives and responsibilities to himself, just as he was the one who led the relationship. one.
But Pei Tingsong knew that he didn't, he was the one who provoke him first, but in order not to let his family blame him, Fang Jue Xia Ning could play the image of a bad brother who spoiled the youngest member of the team.
Perhaps Fang Juexia at that time had the worst plan to tell all this.
So he also pretended not to know, and went back to Fang Juexia's room alone. He held Fang Juexia's back that night, and couldn't fall asleep.
Only then did he discover that it is a scary thing to have the best person in the world. He, who has never been afraid of anything, will suddenly, very afraid of losing.
On the night when he left Guangzhou and rushed to Shanghai for the next concert, Pei Tingsong found a letter while cleaning his luggage. It was written by Fang's mother and secretly placed in the inner pocket of his jacket.
[Listen to Song, Juexia told Auntie about you, I guess he didn't discuss it with you. And because of his grandpa’s physical problems, I advised him not to talk to him for the time being. I will slowly guide him. As the old man is getting older, he may not be able to accept things that are different from his conception at once. I hope you understand.
In fact, I have been aware of your feelings before. I know Jue Xia very well, he is a child who pursues efficiency and results. Human energy is limited, so he often saves on expression and communication and lives in his own world. He doesn't show weakness, even if he is frustrated or injured, he internalizes all his emotions.
But then I went to Beijing, and I could see it during those few days of getting along. Although he deliberately converges, as long as you show up, his eyes will fall on you for the first time, turning around you, and his eyes will smile when he looks at you, very soft. One's eyes cannot deceive others.
I know that you also like him very much. I can see all the things you do to him and your dedication to our family. But I believe you also know that Auntie is a person who has suffered. So seeing my child walking on the same road as me, I will always have lingering fears. I know that if I make a request to you, it will look a little unreasonable. But my aunt's only wish in this life is to feel that Xia can be different from me. I don't want to let Jue Xia taste this kind of suffering again.
So if you can, Auntie hopes that you can love each other for a long time.
I know that you are unfamiliar with the word "mother", and you may be a little bit resistant, so "please treat me as your mother" aunt will not say lightly. But in the heart of the aunt, you are already our family.
Take care of yourself and come back when you have time. Auntie makes good soup and waits for you. ]
Pei Tingsong will always remember how he felt after reading this letter.
One day two weeks later, Mother Fang also received a long reply. When she saw the last sentence, she couldn't help but smile knowingly.
[Mom, I promise you that I will give him a spring that will not wither. ]
The Caledo tour that lasted more than two months in ten cities across the country finally came to an end in Hangzhou. They have seen different summers in many cities.
The tour was exhausting, so after returning to Beijing, the company gave them a few days off without much planning. When it was time to get lazy, Pei Tingsong turned Fang Juexia into his apartment. Although the dormitory was also very good, it was not as convenient as a two-person world.
Before, the apartment was only living by himself, and it was always empty. With Fang Juexia, he always wanted to buy things he liked and buy a lot of new furniture, so this small house became more and more like a home. They read books, watch movies, hug each other for a long afternoon nap, and wake up together in a daze.
"Are you done?" Pei Tingsong leaned on the newly bought sofa, tuned in the Internet TV, "Is this variety show of Ling Yi's guest appearance updated?"
"Updated yesterday." Fang Juexia closed the refrigerator door.
Suddenly unable to find the show, Pei Tingsong went to the kitchen with him.
"Be careful when you cut things." He stretched out his hand and leaned on the table, watching Fang Juexia lower his head and cut the fruit seriously, as if he was doing something particularly important.
So Pei Tingsong took advantage of his carelessness and stole his cut red heart dragon fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.
Who knows that Fang Juexia didn't lift her head, she just opened it, "Don't steal it."
"I didn't." Pei Tingsong denied directly.
Fang Juexia raised his head, pinched his chin in his hand and pulled it down, "If you lie and don't write drafts, your tongue is all red."
Who knows that Fang Juexia's waist was wrapped around just after he was finished, and the distance suddenly shrank, Pei Tingsong's kiss invaded in an instant with sweetness. After a brief entanglement with the tip of his tongue, he withdrew again, laughing like a kid who succeeded in a prank.
"Then you eat now, you are not qualified to call me."
"What did I eat?"
"You ate me~"
"... Pei Tingsong, do you see that the knife in my hand is bright?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Pei Tingsong smiled and took away the fruit knife from Fang Juexia's hand, then picked up his baby and let him sit on the middle island in the kitchen, leaning over and hugging him. "You can't play with the sword casually, just play with me."
"What's the fun of you." Fang Jue's summer clothes pinched his neck fiercely, but couldn't help but smile. Finally, he put his hands on his neck and looked at him with those beautiful eyes. The bottom of his eyes was clear, melted snow. Dangling warm light.
Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of the letter written by Fang's mother, and when he thought of Fang Juexia's eyes looking at him, his heart suddenly softened. So he leaned forward and kissed him lightly, and his lips were close to each other, for two seconds before letting go.
But when he let go, Fang Juexia kissed again. He held the back of Pei Tingsong's head with his hand, and the tip of his tongue came in, all movements were tentative. He closed his eyes, feeling the intimacy of each other's lips and tongue in the dark, and feeling Pei Tingsong's clean teeth.
Moist and scarlet, it is a tropical fruit and it is their kiss.
Pei Tingsong was born with a bit of stubborn animality. When kissing, he always subconsciously bites his lips. When he bites, Fang Juexia will make a very soft sound, like stopping, and like some kind of seductive encouragement.
"Well… "
His hand supported Fang Juexia's head and laid him down on the table of Nakajima, with his lips and teeth down, biting open the first button of his pajamas.
But what I wanted to happen did not happen smoothly.
Pei Tingsong's cell phone rang, he just pressed it off without seeing it, but it rang again soon.
"You take it." Fang Juexia, who was lying on Nakajima, raised her arm and panted lightly, "What if it's an emergency."
"Okay." Pei Tingsong sighed for a long time, took out his mobile phone and saw Brother Qiang displayed on the screen, so he connected the phone, "Hey, Brother Qiang."
Suddenly, Fang Juexia sat on Zhongdao, dangling her legs, and then reached out from the vase on the countertop to take out a well-opened Eustoma grandiflorum, and rubbed the back of Pei Tingsong's neck with the flower end.
"What? Trumpet?" Pei's tone changed drastically, and he was incredulous, "How is it possible?"
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Fang Juexia stopped moving her hand, Hua Da stayed still on his neck.
Could it be that Pei Tingsong's trumpet was picked out
He hasn't even seen it.
Thinking of this, Fang Juexia, who has always had no gossip spirit, suddenly became curious, so she kicked off her slippers, set her two long hanging legs together, took out her mobile phone in her pocket, opened Weibo, and searched for keywords [裴听颂小号] , Clicked on the related hot first.
[@八瓜没了吗: The netizen seems to have picked out Pei Tingsong's trumpet, and the painting style inside is a bit angry, and it's kind of like Pei Tingsong. However, some of the shared photos seem to imply love. Is another house about to collapse? ]
Fang Juexia was quite guilty, so he clicked directly in to see the screenshot. The id of the trumpet is a platonic spiritual love. The first picture is a screenshot of a shared English rap lyrics about a girl. There is also a ring that was photographed. The blog post only comes with three emoji packages, a boy and a girl, with a ring in the middle.
It's not right.
Pei Tingsong also hung up the phone at this time, so angry that he didn't even bother to talk to Fang Juexia, and directly opened Weibo.
"This trumpet is forged by someone else." Fang Juexia obediently put her chin on his shoulder. After getting angry, Pei Tingsong's first reaction was to turn his head to go to Fang Juexia, and then focus on his mobile phone, "Of course, I'm so angry, I actually gave me such an unqualified fake account."
Seeing Pei Tingsong's fingers quickly typing, Fang Juexia couldn't help but laugh, and kissed his ear, "Don't be angry with them."
[@Kaleido裴听颂: WTF? @柏拉图式精神爱爱, this cheesy fake account has nothing to do with me, and I want to fabricate an anonymous girlfriend for me. The appearance fee is immediately hit the star map. Thank you. In addition, I will complain to you about popular science. The so-called Plato's view of love is equal to "spiritual love" is a definition put forward by the Italian philosopher Marsilio Ficino in the 15th century. Anyone who knows more about the daily life of Greek philosophers knows that Platonic love discusses the relationship between men (Like Kong, Kong is what Schopenhauer said), id is called Platonic love, and it is written in the blog post. If you have a crush on a little girl, the formation of a contradiction also conforms to the basic logic.
Also, I use a large size to scold people, otherwise it would be boring to scold someone. ]
"Tsk tusk." Fang Juexia's chin rested against Pei Tingsong's shoulder, looked at the phone screen, and then tilted his head to look at him, "As soon as you post on Weibo, you are going to be searched again."
More than that, it may also be in the book of tigers.
"Go up, go up."
Seeing him puffed up, Fang Juexia poked his cheek with a finger, "I haven't seen your trumpet yet. I won't really be picked out." Thinking of the content posted by the fake trumpet just now, Fang Juexia suddenly wanted to ask Pei Tingsong Trumpet if he had anything about him, but he didn't ask in the end. Because he didn't know whether he wanted it or not.
"Absolutely impossible." Pei Tingsong said confidently.
Yeah? But Fang Juexia always had a bad feeling.
"Too rubbish." He had already retorted it on Weibo, but Pei Tingsong was still angrily thinking, "Those who don't know think I'm at this level."
What kind of brain circuit is this.
Fang Juexia blurted out, "You are so cute."
There is always a awkward feeling when Fang Juexia praises his cuteness, Pei Tingsong turns around and tickles him, "Who do you say is cute, who do you say is cute..."
"It's so itching, don't touch me, Pei Tingsong!" Fang Juexia was ticklish and slipped off the table. Pei Tingsong chased him into the living room and squatted down on the sofa.
Fang Juexia was short of breath and flustered by him, panting slightly, pushing his arm with her hand, "You get up, it's so heavy."
"It's not the first time I pressed you, it's too heavy now."
"… To shut up."
So Pei Tingsong really shut up, and at the same time Fang Juexia shut up. The weather in early autumn was a bit dry, and the adjacent skin became moist while rubbing.
"I like this new sofa." Pei Tingsong's voice was filled with steam and heated Fang Juexia's ears. The heat flowed down the swollen arteries, and he was turned over and held down when he lost his energy. It looks great on the top."
Lips opened, gasping and saliva poured out, and the dark gray sofa was drenched with moist dark colors, like raindrops falling on the concrete floor.
He returned to the thunderstorm day of Xia Ye under Pei Tingsong's body.
Sultry, humid, and sticky, the air was filled with the smell of mud.
In the end, Fang Juexia was too tired to move, nestled in Pei Tingsong's arms in a daze, still muttering, "I haven't eaten the fruit yet."
"I'm full, I don't like the fruit anymore." Pei Listening to Song was not ashamed, so he was directly hit by Fang Juexia with an elbow.
"Teacher Fang, you can't always punish students physically."
"That doesn't count." Fang Juexia grabbed his wrist and took a small bite. "This is what it is." He kissed him again, with a rare coquettish tone, "I'm hungry and want to eat noodles." "
"Okay, it just so happened that I bought the soup treasure, and I got the flavor with that noodle." Pei Tingsong said as he got up from the sofa, but instead of going directly to the kitchen, he went to the bathroom and put it in the bathtub. Hot water turned around and hugged Fang Juexia, who was too lazy to move.
"What are you doing?"
"Target delivery."
After solving her own Xiaobaihua's bath business, Pei Tingsong went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Fang Juexia soaked in the bathtub, thinking of Pei Tingsong's Weibo just now, so she stretched her arms to reach for the phone.
Sure enough, the entry of #裴听颂回小号# has already been searched, and there are various discussions when I click into it.
[@BEbemei: Hahahahaha Violent Xiao Pei fights fakes online! ]
[@ Oh oh ah what are you talking about: what is the experience of clicking in with the mentality of eating melons and being popularized by science? ]
[@ Robot myself: But his last sentence, you taste, you taste carefully, does it mean "I have a trumpet, but it's not so tacky, and I don't have to swear by a trumpet"? ]
[@ Today also did not read the book well and reply @ Robot myself: I think you are the truth]
It's true, but it shouldn't come out for a while. Fang Juexia was about to open the next Weibo. The phone suddenly vibrated several times. It was a WeChat group.
Fang Juexia quit Weibo and opened WeChat. He didn't expect it to be the group of six.
[Dash number: awful, awful, awful]
[Your brother Huo: What kind of basket did you poke again? ]
[Dash this number: How do you know! ! ! ]
[Dash number: Don’t I have a variety show in this issue? On the show, I was playing with my mobile phone while eating, but I was photographed. The silly screenshots actually picked up my Weibo trumpet! Ohh Ohh ohh]
It's really strange, are they arguing with the trumpet today
Fang Juexia also replied, if there is nothing strange about your trumpet, it should be okay.
There was a pause on the other end, as if thinking about something. After a while, Ling Yicai posted again.
[Dash number: There is nothing strange about my Weibo account... I really want to say something...]
[Dash number: I followed Xiao Pei’s trumpet...]
What?
Fang Juexia suddenly sat up from the bathtub.
[Dash number: Actually, I have already taken the pass quickly, but it has been screenshotted...]
He also sent an expression pack of apology with his head sliding and kneeling.
[Your fire brother: mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth, mouth and mouth! ]
[Your fire brother: @卡莱多 The only big brother youngest, smile and live. ]