At this moment, Fang Juexia seemed to be shining all over.
Pei Tingsong couldn't describe that feeling. Obviously they are pursuing dreams, but the methods and approaches he and Fang Juexia choose seem to be completely different.
He rampaged his head in the cage, wanting to see a freer world.
Fang Juexia groped patiently in the dark, looking for the button that triggered the light.
Pei Tingsong couldn't help laughing, "Sure enough, there are many solutions in this world."
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant. But he realized that he said too much.
Obviously this person in front of him was on the same level as him a few weeks ago, but now, he can tell him about his mental journey that he has never shared with others.
This is not like him at all, he is not a person who can casually interact with people.
"Actually, I didn't expect you to answer my question." Pei Tingsong said.
Fang Juexia was surprised at this tacit understanding in his heart, but his face was calm, "I didn't expect you to watch that movie."
"You said it moved you." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I'm very curious, what kind of things can move you."
It is not so easy to shake an iceberg.
"You are too curious." Fang Juexia began to pack the plates, took away all the plates, and prepared to leave.
"Since you have said so." Pei Tingsong said, "I have another question."
Fang Juexia put the dinner plates into the sink, and quickly washed them out.
Pei Tingsong directly regarded his silence as acquiescence, and he walked over and leaned on Liulitai.
The water that poured out from the crash failed to conceal Pei Tingsong's voice.
"You are at Astar, what exactly happened?"
After asking this sentence, Pei Tingsong thought he was incredible. In the past, he would never ask someone so cautiously, it was impossible. Now he actually thinks about how to make the wording more tactful and how not to be misunderstood.
Most importantly, after he asked the question, he felt nervous.
Fang Juexia took out the plate, turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and then looked up at Pei Tingsong, "I may not be able to answer you this question."
He saw Pei Tingsong's puzzled expression, and said, "Actually, if you ask me straightforwardly, if you really have the unspoken rules, I can answer."
He looked straight into Pei Tingsong's eyes, "No."
Pei Tingsong blurted out subconsciously, "I know." Knowing that his reaction was too fast, he paused again, "I mean, I believe in you."
His tone was so conclusive that he almost shook Fang Juexia.
"You weren't like this before." Fang Juexia laughed and took the plate back to the cupboard.
Pei Tingsong immediately said, "The process of people's cognition of things is spiraling."
Fang Juexia's movements stopped and turned to look at him, "Things?"
Pei Tingsong thought of his previous similes of ice cubes, wood, silly heads, geese, and a lot of miscellaneous metaphors, with a little emptiness, "...and human beings."
Fang Juexia closed the cabinet door, "So you can be so sure now, am I lying to you?"
"Then you are too cunning." Pei Tingsong's tone was complaining.
Fang Juexia laughed out rare, "each other." But he quickly reduced his smile, "I didn't lie to you. But I can't tell you what happened in the beginning, the only thing I can say is that I haven't done it. Anything wrong. I left As only because I don’t want to change myself."
Pei Tingsong believed this sentence, because it was completely in line with Fang Juexia's philosophy of life.
He knew that his relationship with him was not close enough to speak freely, so he didn't continue to ask questions.
Fang Juexia's frankness at the moment was a pleasant surprise to him.
The dark night outside the window gradually began to be immersed in blue sky light, and none of them thought that they would spend so long with each other and get along with each other in peace.
"Go back to sleep, it's almost dawn." Fang Juexia was about to leave after speaking, but Pei Tingsong held his wrist again, but this time, he obviously felt that he didn't use much strength.
Just hold it gently.
"The song you wrote, I didn't listen to it."
Pei Tingsong explained to himself, "I just wanted to tease you back then. I originally wanted to return it to you. I didn't expect you to throw it at me directly and even said something angry."
Yes. Fang Juexia complained in her heart, but he didn't expect him to be angry.
"It's okay, just don't want to listen..."
"I actually want to listen." Pei Tingsong interrupted him, "but I want to ask for your consent first. It's not the kind of arrogant person, but I really want to let me listen."
Fang Juexia was stunned suddenly.
"Do you want to?"
Insomnia, hunger that has been resolved in a hurry, coupled with more than ten hours of work. These factors may cause the brain to be unconscious.
Fang Juexia is not sober now.
He nodded, but didn't know why.
This song has not been heard by anyone except myself since it was born. When he wrote it down, he never thought that the first listener would be Pei Tingsong, who would be tit-for-tat to him.
"Then I will listen carefully." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand, "I'm done." He let out a way to Fang Juexia, "You can go back to rest."
With the warmth remaining in her wrist, Fang Juexia walked to the room. When they were about to walk to the door of the room, Fang Juexia suddenly turned around. He didn't expect Pei Tingsong to be so close to him and almost ran into it.
Pei Tingsong was obviously also frightened. 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 exceptionally bright eyes, "I want to read that book."
Book? Pei Listening to Song was puzzled, but when he saw Fang Juexia nod his head, his voice was very soft.
"The root of romanticism."
Pei Tingsong released his hand.
He discovered for the first time that the name of this book could be read so well.
The busy schedule makes people unable to remember the days. In the blink of an eye for a week, the night chat that night with insomnia seemed to have just passed.
If it wasn't for the magazine Fang to contact Fang Juexia midway and ask them to help with a chant, he even felt that they had just finished the job.
According to the material provided by the magazine, Fang Juexia completed the dry recording, and then gave it to Cheng Qiang with full authority, and never asked about it again.
The popularity of Kaleido is higher than that of day by day. With the efforts of the agent Cheng Qiang, the whole group has won a very high national food endorsement. The last spokesperson is a well-known singer. Coincidentally, the day when everyone was shooting the commercial video just in time for the magazine to release the promotional video and material highlights, Pei Tingsong's clothing size was not the same, and the others were all putting on makeup. Ling Yi suddenly yelled, "Wow, I feel like Xia Xiaopei, the magazine you shot last time contains materials! It's amazing!"
Lu Yuan was playing the game, and he lost his hand by howling like this, "Ah Lingyi, don't send a pig to call me this one who wants to carry!"
"You're a pig! You have the ability to open wheat and I howl until your teammate shoots you!"
Almost at the same time, Fang Juexia received news from Cheng Qiang and asked him to forward the magazine's propaganda Weibo.
He Ziyan said quickly, "Really, it's a video."
"So fast?" Jiang Miao said, "I'll give a compliment first."
Fang Juexia clicked in the Weibo link they posted in the group and opened the highlight video.
Ling Yi emphasized: "You must wear headphones, you must!"
"Okay." Fang Juexia took out the earphones and put them on.
At first the video was completely dark, and there was a faint whistling wind in my ears, as if it had really entered a cold winter day. Two or three seconds later, a horizontal gap began to appear in the center of the screen, and the gap was white. He faintly heard a voice, repeating "winter", the voice was very soft and heavy, and he could almost imagine the image of the tip of the tongue moving the back of the tooth through this bite.
Gradually, the field of vision within the horizontal bar gradually expanded, and what appeared was his silly smile sitting on the snow.
Pei Tingsong photographed him.
A red handwritten English word-Imprisoning appears in the center of the screen.
captivity.
Suddenly, the wind in my ears stopped abruptly. The screen goes out again and becomes completely black. He heard the low voice that he couldn't be more familiar with, and this time he was quite sure of who it was.
"beg me."
The sound of music appeared, and the low drum beats repeatedly flashed in each frame of the picture—his back figure hid step by step into the dense and lonely snow forest; a pair of slender hands pushed aside the flowers to find the trembling eustoma; the cold fog engulfed him The look back; the flower branch held in his hand in the spring in the room full of spring; he was lying in the snow, his eyelashes trembling and his eyes closed; the close-up of his lips and teeth biting the snow-white plump flowers.
Fang Juexia, who is sensitive to music, quickly recognized the sound of broken glass and chains dragging on the ground hidden in the background sound.
The torn white petals are constantly drawn closer in the close-up, and finally turned into a patch of daylight. The music has also changed, becoming a romantic and gentle guitar minor.
Fang Juexia's own voice appeared in the earphones.
"Spring..."
The sound was processed into an old sound effect, very light, and repeated slowly, like a murmur, more like a call for help. In the shaky daylight, the picture shifts downwards, transforming into a sunny glass greenhouse. Pei Tingsong sat inside and looked up at the camera. Under the second exposure, a faint cold snow forest appeared on the flowers behind him, and Fang Juexia lying in the snow forest.
The narration appeared again, it was Pei Tingsong's voice, but he was not speaking Chinese, nor his American English, but Spanish. Subtitles appear at the bottom of the video.
"You beat the cute little white flower in my palm
I hold a bunch of flowers in my hand every day. "
In the picture, he cruelly tore off the snow-white petals. In the next second, Fang Juexia's close-up face appeared. Luo Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were straight, fragile and tough, and contradictory.
"You are here. You did not escape.
You have to answer me until the final call sign.
Snuggling by my side, as if really scared. "
The torn petals fell mournfully in the slow motion. The sound of the piano is like a drop of cold beads falling after the ice melts, faster and faster.
The picture cuts back and forth with this sound, Fang Juexia breathing out in the snow with difficulty opening her mouth and spitting out white mist; Pei Tingsong's close-up fingers penetrated into an agate-like red; the melted ice on the soft lips; the body bound by vines ; Countless beautiful flowers that cannot be named.
"From the mountains I will bring you happy bouquets and bluebells,
The fruits of the black hazel tree, and baskets of kisses. "
Music stops suddenly. The background sound changed to rapid breathing. In the close-up picture, Fang Juoxia’s tongue pushed out the ice cube that made his lips red. The picture gradually moved up to the red birthmark outside his wet eyes. A drop of blood dripped on it. A cherry falling in the palm of your hand.
Pei Tingsong picked it up, and the sharp teeth pierced the film, penetrated into the flesh, and the bright red juice dripped down.
"I want to do to you
What spring does to cherry trees. "
The screen went black for the last time, and the background music all disappeared, turning into the roaring wind and snow at the opening. The picture gradually emerged, showing a pair of legs walking on the snow.
Fang Juexia's unique cold voice appeared, the final narration.
"I am the last passer-by on your way."
One step, another step. The trampled snow creaked for help.
"The last spring."
Stopped, bent over, picked up something from the snow.
"The last snow."
The lens moves up. With a click.
"The last battle to survive."
He broke a dead branch in the snow.
The author has something to say: The two poems are:
Neruda's "You Play with the Light of the Universe Every Day" and Paul Eluard's "Phoenix"