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Fang Juexia woke up all of a sudden, and immediately let go of her hand.
"Everyone in Caledo, go back! Hey! Over there! Bring the props over!"
"good!"
"Is it this prop?"
The members evacuated the elevator platform one after another, and the noisy environment caused Fang Juexia's heart to violently quake in her chest.
He had been holding Pei Tingsong's hand just now.
Realizing this, Fang Juexia hurried forward a few steps away from the table top of the lifting platform, who would have accidentally tripped over the pipe on the ground and fell to the ground unsuspectingly.
"Hey, Fang Juexia, are you okay!"
He could hear the worry in Pei Tingsong's voice, and he could recognize that he was approaching him through his voice, but Fang Juexia was a little flustered now, everything in front of him was vague, dark, and chaos in his vision.
This was not the first time, he tried to calm himself down.
Don't panic, don't panic. He reached out and fumbled on the ground, touched the pipe lying in front of him, and cautiously tried to stand up. After standing firmly, Fang Jue Xia squinted, and many dark shadows flashed back and forth in front of her eyes, and the others could not be seen clearly.
"What's the matter with you?" Pei Tingsong immediately saw that Fang Juexia was wrong, which was very strange. He looks like a...
The word that flashed unconsciously in his mind made him give a sudden stop.
Pei Tingsong stepped forward and held Fang Juexia's arm, "You have night blindness?"
For some reason, as soon as he asked this sentence, Pei Tingsong immediately remembered the insomnia early morning and accidentally knocked down Fang Juexia with the stack of books.
How could it be knocked down? Even if the light is not turned on, the room is not completely dark.
If he hadn't been leaning on the wall to walk, it was even less likely to hit him.
right.
All unreasonable details are explained.
The situation when they were locked in the closet together also came to mind at this moment. At that time, he forced Fang Juexia to look at herself, but only got one sentence.
[I can't see. ]
He didn't lie, he really couldn't see it.
"Right." Fang Juexia admitted to a very calm tone. His mood slowly eased, although he still couldn't see clearly.
The team members have already gone far, and the obscure and intertwined passages and the urging of the staff make everyone subconsciously only look ahead, and it is difficult to spot those who are left behind. Pei Tingsong was very surprised, thinking that he just fell down and was even inexplicably angry, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you say that you have night blindness?"
When asked, he regretted it. Given the indifferent relationship between him and Fang Juexia in the past two years, how could this cold person tell himself this kind of privacy. The fool knows not.
The relationship between them is not to the point of being candid at all.
"What's the matter?" Hearing the voices of other staff members behind him, Fang Juexia tried to break away from Pei Tingsong, pretending that nothing happened.
His response gave Pei Tingsong a reminder.
"It's okay." Pei Tingsong squeezed tighter, and even stretched out his other hand to wrap Fang Juexia's waist, "I just stumbled while looking for something. Are you busy, I'll help him go."
"Really? Be careful, it's a bit messy below."
Seeing the staff leave, Pei Tingsong supported Fang Juexia, lowering his voice to his ear.
"Just so reluctant to ask me for help?"
Fang Juexia smiled bitterly in the dark as the warm air fell.
Anticipating that he would not say anything, Pei Tingsong never expected to wait for a response. He helped Fang Juexia move forward step by step, gently reminding him to avoid all kinds of obstacles. Just when he thought that this guy finally put down his hard shell in the dark and moved forward slowly in compromise, Pei Tingsong suddenly heard his voice.
"it's wired."
The footsteps of the two people stopped one after another.
"Why is it you every time?"
They fell into a brief silence.
Fang Juexia smiled bleakly. Perhaps Pei Tingsong also felt that he was a disaster star, and he was forced to bind him, and he encountered the unspoken rules of being threatened, and even the night blindness that he had been hiding well was exposed by him.
why? Obviously he can hide well every time, he is used to the darkness.
If, if the other hand he held tightly just now...
He traced the illusory cause and effect of the butterfly effect until everything was broken by Pei Tingsong's voice.
"It may be that I boasted about Haikou on the phone last time, saying that you and I will be bound in the future."
"As soon as God heard that it made sense, he really tied you and me." Pei Tingsong's voice had a slight smile, "Maybe God is also playing CP."
Fang Juexia was suddenly startled.
What God is not God...
"Don't be kidding." He still tried to escape from his hand, but Pei Tingsong's hand clasped around his waist became tighter, with a serious tone, "No kidding. I usually like to tease you, but I do. Bottom line."
Fang Juexia glanced at him, "Your bottom line is in the third quadrant."
Hearing this, Pei Tingsong was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud, like a high school student.
Fang Juexia's ears were filled with Pei Tingsong's bright laughter. It was strange to say that the tension before it seemed to be suddenly relieved.
On a perceptual level, he actually started to have a fluke mentality, maybe he can really trust this demon king who has just repaired the broken relationship, even if he knows his biggest secret.
But reason advised him not to easily hand over what he insisted on.
Know it if you know it, Fang Juexia comforts herself. Anyway, what has come has always been his law of survival.
By now, he is less and less able to learn to think calmly.
"The third quadrant is the third quadrant." Pei Tingsong tilted his head at him, "It's better than nothing."
With his support, Fang Juexia moved forward slightly. From time to time, his toes hit the pipes on the ground, stumbling, and groping in the dark just like the road he has traveled all these years.
Pei Tingsong's body temperature was very hot, and his arms went around Fang Juexia's back to support him, making him a little uncomfortable. I heard Pei Tingsong's voice in the darkness, "Are you...really invisible at all?" He quickly added, "I mean, after the vision goes dark."
He rarely heard Pei Tingsong's hesitant tone. This boy who is three years younger than himself is always decisive and public, as if there has never been anything worth fearing in his life.
"Basically." Fang Juexia added a relatively accurate figure, "80%."
Pei Tingsong nodded and repeated his words in a low voice, "80%..."
The narrow passage compressed the air into a slowly surging viscous fluid. Fang Juexia felt a faint wind blowing in front of her face, and the trajectory of the fluid movement seemed to have changed.
He raised his hand and stretched out into the darkness.
Pei Tingsong was taken aback for a moment, and his footsteps stopped immediately. He just stretched out his tentative hand in front of Fang Juexia, and Fang Juexia grabbed it like this.
"Don't you mean you can't see?" Pei Tingsong's tone was a little surprised, accidentally brought a little childishness, like a kid who was caught in a trick.
Fang Juexia's mouth showed a smile again.
"I can't see it," he let go of Pei Tingsong's hand, "but I have predictive power."
Pei Tingsong retracted his hand and laughed.
Fang Juexia was really smarter than he thought.
He embraced Fang Juexia and continued to walk forward, "So you have been hiding for so long relying on your own predictive power?"
Before Fang Juexia could answer, Pei Tingsong asked again, "Why do you want to hide it from everyone? This is not a very special disease, and it has no effect on other people."
Fang Juexia knew that he would not understand, and it was normal.
He can only tell him the reason through his own experience.
"When I was young, I learned dance, folk dance, and modern dance for a period of time. When I was seven, my mother took me to the Guangzhou Youth Dance Troupe to take part in the selection examination of their seeded contestants. All the adults at the time told me that I was The child with the best conditions will definitely be selected."
Such a narrative always implies the follow-up of the reversal.
"In the last assessment, we are going to be on the real stage, which is different from the previous ones. It is very large and very dark, with only a beam of chasing lights."
Pei Tingsong quickly understood that he even had such a picture before his eyes.
A little boy stood helplessly on the dark stage.
"You... failed the election?"
"Yeah." Fang Juexia's tone was fairly flat, as if nothing happened, and she walked forward step by step, "I tried my best, but I still fell off the stage and broke my left leg. Go at that time. At the hospital, they knew that I had night blindness."
"I was disappointed at that time?" Pei Tingsong asked.
"Neither. When I woke up, I asked my mother what the result was. She told me they would give me a message later. Then there was no more." Fang Juexia hooked her mouth helplessly, "Maybe in the heart of an adult, a child I don’t remember anything, and I forget it after a while. But I have a good memory. I eat seriously, recuperate, and be obedient, thinking that as long as my legs are better, I can join the dance troupe and become a dancer."
In the dim light, Pei Tingsong looked at him, that exquisite face didn't have too many expressions, it was not like a person who recalled regrets, but he was Fang Juexia, and all this became reasonable.
But when he listened, there was a child who was behaving ill.
When he was a kid... he should look good too.
"What happened later?" Pei Tingsong asked.
"There is no future." Fang Juexia said coldly, "My grandfather told me about night blindness. What else can I expect. How can a person who is very likely to be blind on the stage to become a dancer?"
Pei Tingsong knew that he should be comforted at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He suddenly became clumsy, and he could only sigh and say from the bottom of his heart, "What a pity."
"It's not a pity," Fang Juexia said, "I accidentally heard the adults talking later, and then I realized that even if I didn't have night blindness, it would be impossible to be selected."
Bae listened to the song and wondered, "Why?"
Fang Juexia turned her head, glanced at Pei Tingsong in the dark, raised her finger to the corner of her eye, "Because of this."
"A dancer must have no obvious marks on his face."
Unlike idols, they do not need recognition.
No matter how beautiful it is.
Just now, his glance caused Pei Tingsong's heart to be shocked, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to silently help him through the last short section of the dark passage.
Their stages are not all bright, although most of them are illuminated. He couldn't imagine how Fang Juexia did not make any mistakes once, to prevent anyone from discovering that she was different.
Pei Tingsong remembered that when he first joined the company, the first internal legend he heard was about Fang Juexia. Everyone said, don’t look at Star Chart as a small company, there is a god of trainees in it.
Fang Juexia's negative, face, and news are proportional to the degree of hard work that everyone knows. Everyone knows that he almost lives in the practice room. Whenever you go to the company's practice room, you will be able to find him. He must be dancing.
At that time, Pei Tingsong only felt exaggerated. He didn't understand why a person who had been defined as a rare talent by everyone had to use the intensity of practice that was almost self-harm to persecute himself.
Now he understands.
On the road of pursuing his dream, he is a person who has failed once.
He also finally understood why Fang Juexia was moved by the opening scene of the documentary.
In any sense, he is in darkness. And in that small dark house, Fang Juexia had no way out.
The end of the passage leads to the underground hall of the stage. The increasing light caused Fang Juexia to slowly retreat to a safe distance consciously. He seemed to walk out of the deep sea step by step, dragging heavy steps back to the land.
"You are not afraid, maybe one day you will fall off the stage like you did when you were a kid?"
Hearing Pei Tingsong's question, Fang Juexia calmly said, "I'm afraid. So I must make every movement of myself accurate to the point where there is no error in distance."
The dim light hit his face, stretching the shadow of his eyelashes, and falling on his cheeks like butterflies.
"The fault tolerance rate of this circle is approximately zero, but unfortunately, I was born with the wrong mark, and I was born with the kind of people who tend to make mistakes."
He smiled calmly at Pei Tingsong, "I can only try to pretend that I can't make a mistake."
"Jexia! Little Pei!"
Cheng Qiang ran from not far away, panting, as if he had been looking for them for a long time. His appearance interrupted Fang Juexia's self-analysis. He picked up his emotions and faced Cheng Qiang.
He didn't quite understand why he said so much to Pei Tingsong, he didn't understand every time.
He thought in his heart that perhaps Pei Tingsong also felt very puzzled, why he listened to so much about his past and heartfelt thoughts, in his opinion, would it be a kind of flattering weakness. It's like those contestants who cry in tears in the audition show about their miserable past, and use these deeds to cheat their tears to enrich their character.
What would Pei Tingsong think of him.
"What are you doing? I found you a lot." Cheng Qiang got closer and closer, and Fang Juexia wondered whether to use Pei Tingsong's excuse to deal with the staff. Unexpectedly, I suddenly heard the whispers of people around me.
"I will ask you one last question."
He looked at Pei Tingsong, somewhat inexplicable.
Pei Tingsong's eyes were very sincere, "How many people know your secret?"
Fang Juexia's Adam's apple rolled, staring at the person in front of her. But it seemed that he felt that there was not enough time, so Pei Tingsong spoke again when Cheng Qiang came to them, "Forget it, start over."
Fang Jue Xia Lue raised his eyebrows to indicate his doubts.
"I repeat the last sentence."
Looking at him, this young face, always sharp-edged, showed the soft light of the basement.
"Your trace is not a false mark, it is beautiful."