"What did you say?"
Cheng Qiang almost braked, "Who did Xiao Pei kiss?"
"It's not careful, ah, Xiao Pei is not gay." Gushang couldn't explain too much to his own agent, and Ling Yi, who got the first-hand fresh and warm melon, directly forwarded the words of Pei Tingsong's private chat to Chu Pei Ting. Five groups of people other than ode, group name [hoe the strong, help the weak and resist the group hegemony (5)]
[Dash this number: forward message]
[Dash this number: Brothers, I have come with a source of happiness! ]
[Your Huo brother or your Huo brother: Is this friend you talking about yourself·jpg]
[Dash this number: And his kiss is definitely a man, I dare to block my height in the next life! This kind of flustered tone definitely kissed the man accidentally! ]
[Flip Flower Hand National First-Class Performer: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, mothers who are single and hungry do not choose food]
[Dash number: Saying that Xiao Pei has never been in a relationship, he is so handsome, is it not good to speak abroad? ]
[You Huo brother or your Huo brother: how is it possible. I talked to him, and he thinks it's boring to waste time in love, you don’t understand the idea of adolescent second child...]
[Dash this number: Damn, then this won't be the first kiss of Xiaobawang! ]
[Fan Huashou National First-Class Performer: Wait, let me stroke it, Xiao Pei has been running the schedule for the past few days. Wasn't he still recording the escaped birth day yesterday? Where does he come to see friends? I even kissed someone...]
[Captain must be good at home: Xiaowen told me that Xiao Pei and Jue Xia slept in his apartment last night. ]
[Dash Number: Grass]
[Fan Hua Shou National First-Class Performer:? ? ? ]
[Your Huo brother or your Huo brother: wow]
[Dash number: I should post it to the four people... It’s too late to withdraw it now. ]
Not receiving Ling Yi's reply for a long time, Pei Tingsong felt a little strange, so he sent him another message while Fang Juexia was out cooking porridge.
[The top leader of the card group: Why are you silent? I am anxious to tell my friend. ]
Poke a bit and really received a reply.
[Dash this number: can be friends. Friends just want to kiss each other, and it will be fine for a few more kisses. Don't worry. ]
Yeah?
Pei Tingsong looked at the expression of an old subway man looking at his mobile phone, and Fang Juexia came in with porridge, "Why don't you take a rest? Today is the only opportunity for you to rest. There will be a new endorsement conference tomorrow."
Locked the phone, Pei Tingsong pretended that nothing happened, and tried to divert his attention, "Then what, your phone has been vibrating just now."
Fang Jue Xia hummed, and sat down by the bed, seemingly not planning to look at the phone.
He picked up the thick white porridge and stirred it with a spoon, hot steam surging like clouds. A vertical line of sunlight came out from the gap between the curtains, which happened to shine on Fang Juexia’s face. Her dark brown hair was shining with golden luster, her white skin became more translucent, and the capillaries in her eyes were a little bit blue, like twisted threads. , Thin and shallow, the red birthmark hooked on the tail.
Pei Tingsong thought of the white eustoma, and like this, the sun peeled off the skin, and the fresh veins came out from the white wound.
"Eat this while it's hot." Fang Juexia handed the bowl to Pei Tingsong and looked up at him.
Putting aside his eyes in a hurry, Pei Tingsong almost reached out to take it. Suddenly he thought of something wrong, thinking of the idol dramas that Ling Yi ran in the car every time he ran. The male protagonist is sick, and the female protagonist feeds the porridge one bite at a time.
Seeing him making misconduct like this, Fang Juexia frowned slightly, wondering, "Don't want to eat?"
Pei listened to Song's heart, coughing endlessly, and used acting skills beyond the idol group to pretend to be weak, "I can't lift my hand..."
Fang Juexia felt strange, "Is it burning so badly?" He put the bowl on the bedside table and reached out to touch Pei Tingsong's forehead.
Pei Tingsong watched him put the bowl down, feeling everything deviated from his vision, but couldn't say anything.
You can't tell Fang Juexia directly, feed me a drink.
"It stands to reason that the fever should be reduced after taking the medicine... and there is no thermometer." Fang Juexia frowned, thinking for a while, "Why don't you go to the hospital? You get up and put on a few more clothes. Let's go to the hospital."
Hey
"No, I don't need to go to the hospital." Pei Tingsong knew that he was not serious enough, "I have a cold when I am such an adult, and there is no need to go to the hospital."
"It can be big or small. Your forehead is all sweaty." Fang Juexia wanted to pull him up, but Pei Tingsong didn't work hard, "I'll just have to eat something and sleep. I really don't need to go to the hospital."
Hearing what he said, Fang Juexia had no other way. Thinking about it, he felt a little guilty. If he didn't just wear a bath towel yesterday, but dressed him well, Pei Tingsong wouldn't be sick.
"Then you should eat some of this. Although it doesn't taste much, your house has nothing but rice." Fang Juexia stirred the porridge, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to his mouth, habitually taking it down. Again..."
Halfway through, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped, and stopped talking, even the hand that was brought to his mouth stopped.
next time? There is no such thing as next time, it is impossible to really cook for Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong watched him stop talking, and deliberately reminded him, "What about next time? Will you make me a good meal next time? Auntie asked you to give me fried rice last time." The porridge was brought to my lips. After listening to Song, Pei leaned forward, not knowing that the next moment Fang Juexia's mobile phone slumped aside began to ring endlessly.
"Who is looking for me..." Fang Juexia muttered to herself and put the bowl down, went around to the other side of the bed and picked up the phone.
Only a millimeter away from the porridge, Pei directly picked it up and took two big mouthfuls.
Thinking that he has been listening to Songs for twenty years, a bullshit who is not afraid of the world, he has been playing push and pull with a bowl of porridge for so long, it is really laughable.
"Wake up?" Fang Juexia stood by the bed to answer the phone, her face seemed to change, and her voice lowered a lot, "... Grandpa wakes up, I'll just... I won't go, lest he see me again..."
Pei Tingsong looked at him, always feeling that he had something on his mind.
"Yeah." Fang Juexia lowered her head, "I'm very busy now, I can't make it, mom, take good care of him. Tomorrow? I have work tomorrow..."
He was silent for a while, and finally hung up. Sitting on the side of the bed with his back turned to Pei Tingsong, remembering the news that he had been shaking, he lowered his head and checked. There were indeed a lot of WeChat messages on the lock screen, but they disappeared after a little bit of entry. There was only a group disbandment announcement.
"Why disbanded suddenly..."
Pei Tingsong clenched his fist and coughed, and asked dumbly, "What disbanded?"
"A group." Thinking that there is no Pei Tingsong in this group, Fang Juexia doesn't plan to say more, lest he knows that they have a group behind him and become even more angry, "It's okay."
"Yes?" Pei Tingsong asked tentatively, "was your aunt calling you just now?"
Fang Juexia nodded, but didn't say more.
Pei Tingsong remembered that Fang Juexia's mother came to Beijing last time because of her grandfather's illness. The phone call just now seemed to be the same. He had a feeling in his heart, but he didn't know what happened. But Fang Juexia's expression just now seemed very sad.
The growing up environment made Pei Tingsong not accustomed to expressing his thoughts euphemistically. He just went straight and did whatever he wanted. But he also knew that Fang Juexia was a person who didn't want others to interfere in his private affairs, and he didn't even bother to explain the unspoken rules.
Fang Juexia glanced at the porridge that he had moved.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong was so uncomfortable that he leaned on his hand, and his voice was so vague that it floated, "It's so uncomfortable, Fang Juexia... I feel pain when I swallow, and my bones hurt."
"Why is it so serious?" Fang Juexia frowned, reached out and touched his face, and then touched the back of his neck. It was really hot, "What should I do then?"
Pei Tingsong seemed to be about to ascend to heaven, "I think I should go to the hospital..."
Seeing Pei Tingsong's ailing appearance, Fang Juexia didn't even dare to say anything hard, "I just said to go to the hospital, you have to go. It's more uncomfortable now?" He sighed, got up and opened the closet. "Do you have a turtleneck sweater, lend me one."
"Huh? Yes... You look for it."
He couldn't think too much, he could recall the beast's behavior of biting the upper Juexia's Adam's apple.
Fang Juexia rummaged in the closet with his back to him, found a dark green turtleneck sweater, and took it off. He only thought about covering the wound in his heart, and ignored the rest, so he took off his pajamas neatly.
By coincidence, Pei Tingsong, who was pretending to be dead on the bed at this time, raised his eyes and glanced up. He originally just wanted to see which one Fang Juexia had picked, but he didn't expect a bright white body to hit his eyes. With the movement of the sweater, the back muscles pulled the line of the back, like a piece of flowing porcelain.
The mirror in the closet reflected Fang Juexia's lean waist. His abdominal muscles were not lumped, but a smooth and flat Sichuan shape, flexible and white.
He rolled his eyes quickly.
How could there be a man with such a thin waist.
"I'm wearing this one." Fang Juexia turned around, pulled the oversized hem, and looked into his eyes, "It's okay."
Pei Tingsong raised his eyes and gave a hmm.
Fang Juexia didn't expect to hear any nice words from him, picked up her pajamas and was going to put on the pants, and took him to the doctor early, "After I go back..."
"Send you off."
He stagnated, and heard Pei Tingsong say behind him, "You look good on you."
Fang Juexia turned to look at him, but Pei Tingsong turned his back to him and added, "I bought it myself."
He is always so weird. Fang Juexia told herself to learn to get used to it. Pei Tingsong was different from other little boys, so he didn't immediately reject him, saying something like I would give you back if he didn't use it.
"You should also quickly change your clothes. If you are really uncomfortable and don't want to change, put on a thicker sweater and wrap it in a thick coat."
"No." Pei Tingsong sat up, with a stubborn expression on his pale face that would never admit defeat, "Kugai can't just wear it out."
Fang Juexia was finally amused, "Good cool guy."
After cleaning up hastily, Fang Juexia ignored Pei Tingsong's strong opposition and wrapped him in a huge cotton suit, which was already tall, and then put on a big cotton suit.
"I look like a wall."
It really deserves to be a scholar, Fang Juexia sighs in her heart, this metaphor is superb.
"It's windy outside, wear more." Fang Juexia helped him get into the car and walked around to the driver's seat, "fasten your seat belt."
He took out his mobile phone to navigate and said to himself, "Let me see where the nearest hospital is..."
"Hey wait." Pei Tingsong took his mobile phone and pulled the mask down. "The nearby hospitals are not good, and there are so many people. I don't want to be photographed. You drive out first, and drive out."
Fang Juexia looked at him, thinking that the patient was a big one, so he drove out of the community and set off on the road as he said.
"Then where do you want to go?"
Pei Tingsong gave a long hum, his eyes turned and then turned, the whole person was shrunk in his KingSize cotton clothes, and finally cleared his throat, and opened his mouth super quietly, "I want to see your grandfather. 'S hospital..."
Fang Juexia stopped the car abruptly, stopped by the side of the road and looked at him without saying a word.
Pei Tingsong hurriedly got out of the cotton clothes and explained in a hurry, "No, what? You see that your grandpa came to Beijing to see a doctor so far away. The selected hospital must be very good, right? I..."
"It turns out that you suddenly wanted to see a doctor because of this." Fang Juexia took a deep breath, and the sunlight outside the car window narrowed his eyes. "You are actually not that uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable!" Pei Tingsong took Fang Juexia's hand and placed it on his head, "You touch it, it's still hot. I'm really uncomfortable." He said too quickly, choking suddenly, and coughing sharply. I kept coughing up my lungs and didn't let go.
Fang Juexia's face was cold and soft. Seeing Pei Tingsong's cough, he would definitely not be able to handle it tomorrow. He took out his hand, unscrewed the thermos cup he had brought him, and passed it over, restarted the car, "No next time."
After receiving the water glass, Pei Tingsong, who coughed until he blushed, drank slobber, and went smoothly, feeling that it was too time for him to choke.
The hospital where Grandpa Fang Juexia was hospitalized was not too far away from here, a 20-minute drive away. Pei Tingsong was indeed very uncomfortable. He did not act exaggeratedly but still had a fever. He fell asleep with his head tilted as soon as the car started.
Even in such a short time, he had a dream.
In the dream, he returned to his childhood, pushing his grandfather's wheelchair to bask in the small garden. The two of them read quietly together. The creeper was green for another spring and was about to climb the back window of his room.
Then he suddenly heard someone calling him. The sunlight in his dream was like a large soft knife, cutting the scene in his field of vision into broken shapes. He couldn't see the people who came, only felt that the voice was familiar, clear and cold, and There is a bit of soft warmth.
He woke up. When you open your eyes, you are the master of the voice in your dreams.
"Bring a mask." Fang Juexia helped him put on his coat, zip it up to the top, and put his hat on. A slightly cool hand stretched out to his face, and a sticker was attached to the back of his hand to confirm his temperature.
"I'm here so soon." Pei Tingsong's voice became more dumb, and when he woke up, he was a little top-heavy. He also refused to let Fang Jue Xiafu, as if afraid that others would see him jokes, "I can go by myself."
Fang Juexia looked at him as if looking at a crumbling wall. Can't help but laugh.
Pei Tingsong looked around and moved closer to Fang Juexia, "Is this the hospital where your grandfather is?"
Fang Juexia nodded, "Let's go to register."
"Hey wait." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm, "You go to see your grandfather, and I can register by myself."
Fang Juexia stared at him without speaking. Pei Tingsong said again, "Really, I can really see a doctor by myself, you go quickly. Shouldn't it be in the inpatient department?"
"Let's go to register."
"Do you not listen to what you guys say? Didn't I speak Chinese?" Pei Tingsong grabbed him, "It's all here, don't you really stop going?"
With people coming and going, Fang Juexia didn't want to be noticeable here, so she could only drag him to a place with fewer people, looked at Pei Tingsong's eyes and said, "He doesn't want to see me, do you understand what I mean?" The wind in the early spring blew away Fang Juexia's forehead, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eye.
Pei Tingsong didn't expect it to be like this, but Fang Juexia's eyes were clearly soft, like water.
He helped Fang Juexia press down on the brim of his hat to hide the mark that was best recognized.
"I don't know if he wants to see you, but I know you want to see him."
Fang Juexia just looked at him like this, the water in her eyes trembled, and then suddenly turned her head away. The magnolia flowers in the hospital opened, and they were as cold as snowdrifts, but when the spring breeze blows, they soften and shake their minds.
In the end, he was dragged to the inpatient department by Pei Tingsong. Comparing with the ward number sent to him by his mother early on the phone, the two finally found the location. He had paid a lot of money to his mother before, and entrusted his college classmates to arrange his grandfather to this private hospital. He wanted him to live in a VIP ward, but it didn’t seem to be successful. It was just a very ordinary single ward. A big bright window, outside the window is a swaying magnolia.
There was an old man lying on the bed, tilted his head as if he was asleep. Fang Juexia's mother gently took off the reading glasses from the bridge of his nose and took away his newspaper.
After tossing for a long time, Pei Tingsong was sweating all over. Looking at the situation inside through the window on the door of the ward, and looking sideways at Fang Juexia's expression, seeing that he seemed to be a little bit wanting to escape, he pushed the door of the ward immediately. Holding Fang Juexia's shoulders with both hands, he pushed him to the front.
Fang Juexia's mother looked up and was taken aback. I saw my son suddenly appear at the door, and I saw Xiao Pei, who hadn't seen him for a long time, tilted his head and smiled at her, screaming at Auntie.
Surprise in surprise.
When things came to an end, Fang Juexia could only bite the bullet and walk in, smiled at her mother, then stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping grandfather.
He looked pretty good, with thin tubes stuck in his nostrils, his chest slumped, and there was this slight snoring sound.
Fang Juexia looked at her mother and asked in a low voice, "Is the operation successful?"
The mother nodded, "It's fine. I just said I want to eat an apple. Before I could cut it, I fell asleep looking at the newspaper."
Pei Tingsong sat down with Fang Juexia, and ran to sit next to Fang's mother. Mother Fang looked at him, "Why do you wear so much, sweating on your forehead, sick?"
Pei Tingsong nodded, "I have a cold." After speaking, he put on a mask, only a pair of smiling eyes appeared.
The shadow of the magnolia flower outside the window was reflected on the grandfather's hospital bed, light and shadow whirling. Fang Juexia just sat quietly, looking at her grandpa, without saying a word. Now this scene is better than he expected. He can visit him so quietly, and his grandfather will not lose his temper and drive him away.
Counting down, he hasn't seen each other for more than a year. The sleeping person in front of me seemed to be much older, his hair turned gray, and even his eyebrows were dyed white. Fang Juexia had never imagined the feeling of this person getting old. In his memory, this person seemed to always stand upright, serious and serious, no matter where he stood, he seemed to be standing on a three-foot podium.
He picked up the apple and the fruit knife lying beside the bed, and started to peel the apple. The sharp blade is embedded in the pulp, and it spins forward little by little, and the red peel falls down round by round, like a slide that I used to sit on when I was a child.
There is a children’s playground in the grandpa’s community with a red slide inside. He would only go back during the winter and summer vacations. Grandpa always refused to let him sit or lie on the windowsill. He said that if he broke his leg, his family would be upset again.
If he finishes a set of Olympiad papers obediently, his grandfather will lead him out sternly and play with him on the slide for half an hour. He would not squat down to catch him like other parents did. He always stood with his hands behind his back, watching himself climb up again and again, and then slide down happily.
Half an hour, no more than a minute. When the time comes, he will leave.
The little Fang Juexia slid down from the slide, chasing her grandfather's back, staggering forward, panting and slowing down until she could reach grandfather's fingers, and went home with him.
Fang Juexia picked up the apple skin and dropped it on his knee, and put it on the table with the whole pulp, got up to dry him a glass of water, walked to Pei Tingsong's side, and interrupted the lip communication between him and his mother.
"gone."
"So fast?" Pei Tingsong glanced at Fang's mother. The other party seemed to be satisfied, with a smile on her face, "Go." Fang's mother raised her head and the other party Juexia said, "Hey, you take Xiao Pei to an infusion. ."
Fang Juexia nodded, did not say much, took Pei Tingsong and left the ward. He was silent all the way, registered him, led him to the doctor, and then took him to the infusion. The private hospital has a good environment, and there are fewer people on the workday than expected. They found an injection room with no one and sat in it to get a drip.
After tossing all morning, before the mission was achieved, Pei Tingsong was quite energetic, but as soon as he came out of the inpatient department, his symptoms were much worse, dizzy, and when the nurse poked the needle, he glanced at it and felt a needle. It became ten.
"It will be better if you have an infusion." Fang Juexia sat next to him and patted him on the back when he coughed.
Pei Tingsong leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the transparent potion in the drip bottle, and turned to look at him, "I want to eat an apple too."
Fang Juexia blinked, "Then you didn't say it just now."
After staring at each other for ten seconds, Pei Tingsong laughed, "I lied to you, I don't want to eat." He touched his throat with his hand that didn't have a needle, "I have a sore throat."
This action reminded Fang Juexia of her throat, so she tugged at the collar of the sweater, looked down at the toe of her sneakers, and glanced at Pei Tingsong's long legs, which was helpless, retracted, and stretched out again.
"You..." Pei Tingsong finally said, his tone is rare and uncertain, "Do you think I am nosy?"
Fang Juexia unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of water, and then tightened it again. The warm water ran down the astringent throat, and the whole body was warmed up. To be honest, seeing the grandpa lying on the hospital bed well, the big rock that had been pressing in my heart for a long time seemed to have finally moved away.
Pei Tingsong is very weird and doesn't know much about the social etiquette of urbanites who don't ask, don't understand, and don't care. In any case, what he wants to do must be done, and he is completely the opposite of himself.
But to a certain extent, Fang Juexia was a little grateful. I am grateful that he desperately built a step and dragged him down to meet the person he wanted to see.
He did not answer Pei Tingsong's question just now, but looked at the white wall in front of him.
"My grandfather is a very conservative person. Grandma left before I was born. My mother is his only child."
Pei Tingsong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fang Juexia to talk to him about his family.
"My mother never left him before going to university. Later, she went to Guangzhou to study and met me..." Fang Juexia hesitated, "Father. Grandpa did not allow them to be together. He felt that a dancer like my dad was very It's not reliable, and he doesn't want my mother to leave him and go so far south. They had a big fight, and my mother secretly boarded the train and left Shandong, and got a certificate with my dad."
Pei Tingsong listened quietly. With his upbringing background, it is difficult to understand this kind of conflict between two generations with domestic characteristics, but to him, elopement seems to be a very romantic thing.
But romance often has a price.
"After I was born, my mother went back. At first he didn't want to see us. My mother said she was standing at the door of the house and kept calling all the time. He didn't answer any of them and didn't open the door. Later I grew up a little bit. He seems to have compromised a little bit. When he goes back, he will be willing to see him. He will also clean up a small room for me, and occasionally give me tutoring lessons." Fang Juexia lowered her head, speaking slowly, and speaking in a very low voice. , "My grandfather was a math teacher and taught for a lifetime. He said I was smarter than my mother, sensitive to numbers, and a good seed."
The story seems to be going in a good direction, but Fang Juexia's loss in her tone can't be concealed.
"What happened later?" Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia took a breath, "Later, my mother and I were the only ones left. Grandpa asked us to go back to him. What happened..."
Pei Tingsong looked at his profile.
"It just happens that I also like dancing. I want to dance. I stayed in Guangzhou to learn dance."
"He was disappointed. My dad and I are the same person."
It was these few words that were too simple to condense that allowed Pei Tingsong to see Fang Juexia's childhood in miniature. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but they were all stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.
"Want to eat an apple?" Fang Juexia seemed to get up to leave, "I'll buy you some."
"I don't want to eat." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm, making him unable to go, "I said I was joking."
"Okay." Fang Juexia sat back in her seat and looked at the white wall.
Suddenly, he was hugged by Pei Tingsong leaning on his side. Horizontally in front of him was the arm holding the transparent infusion tube, wrapped around his neck, and wrapped his arms around him.
"I'm so uncomfortable..." His voice was hoarse, but his tone was soft, "Let me give you a hug."
Pei Tingsong's head tucked into Fang Juexia's shoulder socket, rubbing against him like a large, sick dog, and then hugged tightly. Fang Juexia couldn't bear to push him away, so she convinced herself that it's normal for a friend to hug him.
The small clock in my heart ticked ticking, matched with the drops of water falling from the bottle, slid to his heart, itchy, like a drop of morning dew from the tip of a leaf after a spring rain, and it fell on him impartially. Shoulders.
"Fang Juexia." There was silence for a minute and a half, and Pei Tingsong spoke again in a dull voice.
Fang Juexia leaned her head on his head as a response, and waited for him by the way. The bones are close to each other, conveying the warm voice after a low-grade fever, "Didn’t you say that you don’t have any emotions when you treat people who don’t care? This temper is always valid, and your grandfather must be too. Just like you."
The heat of his speech sprayed on the side of his neck, carefully dampening the soft sweater.
"He is sulking at you just because he loves you."
Fang Juexia was a little startled, the small clock in her heart was prolonged every second, doubled, or even twice as long.
"And you are not wrong, you have not wasted your talents..."
He was dizzy and dizzy, as if he was the sick person. Every word in Pei Tingsong's mouth was transmitted, leaving a long vibration.
"You belong to the stage."