Putting down the phone, Pei Tingsong still failed to fall asleep smoothly. Turning over and over again, it was half past three in the morning, and he sat down at the desk and turned on the computer. The USB flash drive is lying on the table. Thinking of Fang Juexia's angry words, he picked up the U disk and plugged it into the port.
But when a dialog box popped up on the computer whether to open it, Pei Tingsong hesitated.
It's not a good time yet.
He could see that Fang Juexia cherished her creation very much, and as a creator he can fully appreciate this feeling. A work of painstaking effort needs to be treated better.
After pulling out the USB flash drive, Pei Tingsong lay on the table, and when he closed his eyes, he thought of the scene during the interview. They gave different answers to almost every question. Fang Juexia is like a window, just by opening a little bit, he has seen a world completely different from the world he lives in.
He had never seen such a person, who lived quietly and soberly. He didn't need any slogans, and he didn't need to show how rebellious. It seemed that he was born with the ability to sustain himself.
Thinking of something, Pei Tingsong sat up and searched out the documentary about the proof of Fermat's Last Theorem.
He didn't know much about mathematics since he was young, and he was not very interested in it. But surprisingly, he actually watched it seriously and went deep into it.
Kang Dang—
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside.
Pei Tingsong paused the movie, took off his headphones and quietly walked out of the room. The source of the sound seems to be the living room. He walked outwards along the aisle, unexpectedly seeing Fang Juexia.
He was still wearing the plush clothes that Ling Yi gave him, squatting sneaky in the corridor. Pei Tingsong wanted to scare him, but was also afraid that if he was really scared, he called out to wake up others. So he approached with light steps, and silently squatted beside Fang Juexia.
In this way, the two of them stood side by side, blocking the exit of the aisle.
Fang Juexia had no idea about the one more person around him. He is now working hard to sort out the stack of books that he accidentally knocked down when he just passed by. There is an old copper vase on the top of the book. He came out along the aisle and bumped into it at the corner, and the vase slammed down, shocking him.
Fang Juexia stood up the vase and put it on hand. Most of these books are so old that the pages are tilted up, probably because of this they were pressed by the vase.
Pei Tingsong must have moved here. If there is no place to put it, just pile it up here. Fang Juexia's obsessive-compulsive disorder made him involuntarily start to organize it for him until the last one was left. A rectangular bookmark was placed on the open page. By the light of the floor lamp, he recognized the handwriting.
It's Pei Tingsong.
Fang Juexia couldn't help but read it out in a low voice: "A robin is in the cage, and the whole paradise is in fury..."
"cough."
The sudden coughing scared Fang Juexia to sit directly on the ground, accidentally knocking over the vase with her hand.
Oops-
The vase did not fall down as he expected, and the aisle was still very quiet, so quiet that Fang Juexia could hear her heartbeat.
The faint light of the floor lamp brightened the face that was so close to him. Pei Tingsong was so close to him, with one hand on the wall of the aisle, face to face to circle him inside.
"you… "
"Hush." Pei Tingsong released his hand holding the wall, stabilized his center of gravity to save the vase, and gently put down the vase.
Fang Jue Xia held the bookmark in her hand blankly, her eyes widened, and she stared at Pei Tingsong motionlessly, like a frightened hamster.
Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong suffocated the bookmark with a smile, pretending to be angry, and glared at Fang Juoxia, lowering his voice: "You stayed up in the middle of the night just to peek at my bookmarks?"
Fang Juexia's expression was a bit innocent.
He was also innocent.
"No..." He also lowered his voice, "I was a little hungry. I wanted to come out to eat and I accidentally bumped into it."
Pei Tingsong nodded meaningfully, and put the bookmark in the last unfolded book on top of the stack of books.
Fang Juexia stood up while leaning on the wall, and he was really scared just now.
"I'm hungry too, do you have anything to eat?" It was too dark, and Pei Tingsong turned on the light in the restaurant.
"Yeah." Fang Juexia began to work quietly.
Their kitchen is semi-open, separated by a small bar. Pei Tingsong sat in front of the bar, poured himself a glass of juice, and also poured a glass for Fang Juexia, and put it on the opposite side.
He quietly watched Fang Juexia busy in front of the Liulitai. This is a rare scene for him. From childhood to adulthood, he only had a babysitter who was in charge of eating and living. They would not and could not eat at the same table with themselves. As a child, he was used to the loneliness of dining alone, especially after his grandpa passed away.
"Do you want to eat fried eggs?" Fang Juexia turned around and asked him in a low voice.
Pei Tingsong shrugged, "Yes."
Before long, Fang Juexia brought a few plates and put them on the bar counter. Six crystal clear shrimp dumplings, two soft-boiled eggs, and a dish of carrot cake.
"Does it cook so fast?" Pei Tingsong asked.
"It's just a midnight snack," Fang Juexia knew that he was a young master who didn't eat fireworks. "Shrimp dumplings are quick-frozen, but they taste good. They can be eaten after they are steamed." He pointed to the carrot cake, "This is my mother's front section. It was sent to me by time, she made it herself, you can taste it."
Although Pei Tingsong was born with a golden spoon, he is rarely picky.
He picked up the shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. It was delicious beyond expectation. Fang Juexia saw his eyes light up, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"This is really delicious, no wonder you like it."
Fang Juexia was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was a question that was answered in the quick question and quick answer. He used chopsticks to pierce the omelette to let the sugar heart flow out, "The morning tea in the teahouse is more delicious."
Pei Tingsong picked up another piece of radish cake, he was very curious about the taste of this rectangular soft waxy paste.
"This is delicious too."
Seeing his contented expression, Fang Juexia felt a little happy.
Eat like a child. But also, he was a child who had just turned twenty years old in a few days.
Thinking that this dish of carrot cake was made by Fang Juexia’s mother, Pei Tingsong was a little envious and a little curious, “Did you eat mom’s food every day when you were a kid?”
Fang Juexia drank a sip of juice, "Not necessarily." He hesitated for a few seconds, and then explained, "My mother is a middle school teacher. When I was in elementary school, I often couldn't wait for her to come back to cook. She would give me money and let me I go downstairs to buy roasted rice or something. But as long as she has time, she will cook for me herself."
It turns out that my mother is a teacher. Hearing Fang Juexia's own family and childhood, Pei Tingsong felt some unexplained joy in his heart.
As if thinking of something, Fang Juexia looked up at the camera in the corner of the restaurant, "They're also recording it at night, right."
"It's okay." Pei Tingsong picked up another shrimp dumpling. "We didn't bring wheat, they couldn't hear it."
"But they could see us stealing supper."
Pei Tingsong said vaguely, "You are so hungry that you can't sleep anymore, and you still care about this." After saying that, he glanced at Fang Juoxia again, "Besides, you see you are so thin and dead."
Fang Juexia was choked by him, knowing that this guy couldn't say anything good. He changed the subject and stretched out his chopsticks to grab the last piece. "Why don't you sleep again? Not so much."
"I'm looking at Fermat's Last Theorem."
Hearing his words, the shrimp dumplings that Fang Juexia had just picked up accidentally fell off. He really didn't expect that the person in front of him would go to watch a math documentary because of his words.
Pei Tingsong put his chin on his hand and looked at him, "It looks better than I thought."
"Really?" Fang Juexia put down her chopsticks, "I thought you would be bored."
"There are many places where I can't understand it. After all, I am not good at math." Pei Tingsong said again, "I want to see it because you said it moved you."
This sentence fell to my ears, faintly burning.
"But my level is limited, and my experience after seeing it is definitely different from yours. So I want to ask you," Pei Tingsong looked into his eyes, "Why do you like it so much? Is it because of that academic spirit?"
Fang Juexia lowered his head and picked up the remaining small pieces of carrot cake, lining them neatly, one by one next to each other, "Well, after all, so many people have come forward for more than three hundred years, just to prove this theorem. This process is Very passionate."
"And," he raised his head, "Wiles dreamed of proving Fermat's Last Theorem when he was ten years old, and he did it as an adult. Can you imagine that feeling?"
He saw the light flashing in Fang Juexia's eyes, and he was alive. Pei Tingsong couldn't help but nodded, wanting to affirm him.
"Of course," Pei Tingsong said, "When he said this paragraph, his expression was very similar to yours."
Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed, so she stopped her small expression and took another sip of juice, "No, but every time I think about this, I feel very excited."
Pei Tingsong almost instantly thought of Fang Juexia's definition of idols during the interview.
"So, this is the visualization of the dream you are talking about."
Fang Juexia nodded, his face showed a calm calmness, "At least this existence made me dare to dream when I was a child."
Pei Tingsong felt incredible, "When did you start thinking like this?"
Fang Juexia drank the juice in the cup, "The first time I watched this movie was when I was in junior high school. I still remember the beginning of this documentary, and I might remember it for a lifetime."
"That's the monologue?"
He recalled, his eyes gradually softened, "I remember that the background sound of that segment was the ticking of clocks. Wiles said this, "The most appropriate metaphor to describe my experience in mathematics is to enter the darkness. The process of the house. Because when a person just enters the complete darkness, he will stumble and bump into the furniture, time and time again.'"
This is surprisingly similar to their unexpected experience just now.
"Gradually, you will find out the location of each piece of furniture. Maybe after six months or more, you find where the switch is, you can turn on the light, and suddenly you see everything. By then, you will know I know where I am.'"
Fang Juexia paused, then spoke again after being silent, "I know I am in the dark right now."
"But one day," he raised his eyes to Pei Tingsong, smiling quietly, "I can definitely turn on that light, too."
"I will clearly see where I am and let everyone see me."
The author has something to say: A robin is in the cage, and the whole paradise is plunged into fury. -"The Roots of Romanticism"
Two more at half past nine.
Please don't go to the documentary at station b to scan where it came from. This is really not good, please.
Card group small theater:
Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia were sneaking in the corridor at the same time—
Kaleido's four-person chat group except for the fourth and the sixth flashed a red mark:
[Caledo No. 1 Big Brother 01: I feel like Xia ran out without sleeping]
[National first-class turner performer: What did you say, you didn't even sleep? ]
[The first boss of Caledo 01: I slept a lot in the car. Now I am hiding under the quilt to read novels. I think Xia is a terrible species that never suffers from insomnia! ]
[Your Huo brother or your Huo brother: My roommate also went out. ]
[National first-class turner performer:? ? ? ]
[Calledo's number one boss 01:! ! ! ]
[A good captain for home: I didn’t turn on Do Not Disturb... You woke up the last person]
[Your Huo brother or your Huo brother: It's still open at 3:30, so hard? ]