After the other three people entered, the three people in the junior group stood outside and did not even hear their screaming inside. The haunted house was quiet and embarrassingly quiet.
Ling Yi scratched his head in doubt, "Isn't it so scary? It's not a haunted house that they entered with us."
He Ziyan, Lu Yuan, and Jiang Miao came out much faster than them. Three people came out in a trot. One of them had two dolls in his hand and was still a little bit panting.
Pei Tingsong immediately grabbed Ling Yi to look, "Aren't they panting too? It's still a bit scary."
Lu Yuan shook his arms, "No, we just danced inside."
"Are you poisonous?" Ling Yi looked incredulous.
"Hey." Pei Tingsong looked disdainful, complaining about the hand raised before entering, "Then why did you raise your hands when I asked if anyone was afraid of ghosts?"
Having been by the side without interjecting, Fang Juexia couldn't help laughing when he heard this, learning what he said in the haunted house before, "Everyone has never been in, how do you know if you are afraid? Only when you go in, you know you are not afraid."
"Hahahaha yeah."
Ling Yi was also very proud, "Only I am an honest child, and I have a very accurate understanding of myself. Ling Yi Lingyi is the same."
Pei Tingsong did not continue to struggle with the question of raising his hands, but all his attention went to Fang Juexia, staring at his face that was trying to hold back a smile.
This guy is actually starting to make jokes on him now
He unceremoniously stretched out his hands to hold Fang Juexia's face, and kneaded it vigorously, "You are getting worse now, Fang Juexia."
Usually Pei Tingsong often teased him, and Fang Juexia should have gotten used to it long ago. I don't know why, now Fang Juexia feels something is wrong when Pei Tingsong touches him. My heart beats so fast, my fingers are tingling.
"You let me go." He pushed Pei Tingsong away like an electric shock, and took a half step back.
Fang Juexia's skin was too thin, and it became red and hot when he rubbed it. Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong was also stunned for a second. He suddenly discovered that the senses also have the right to choose. It turns out that not every sensation disappears in the same amount of time. Just like the smooth and soft touch when his fingers rubbed on the opponent's skin, it hasn't dispersed for a long time now.
His senses stayed for Fang Juexia.
Shook the hand that had fallen down, Pei Tingsong coughed a few times, took a bottle of water from the staff, and unscrewed the tight bottle cap, his palms were red. But the feeling of touching his cheek still stubbornly refused to leave.
The tip of his tongue would still hurt when he touched water, and he would still think of the overdue kiss from time to time after being drunk.
Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to make a joke, and wanted to tease Fang Juexia. Probably because I lost face in the haunted house, I was eager to find something to make up for it. So Pei Tingsong walked over with the mineral water bottle and called his name. Fang Juexia raised her head, half of the redness on her cheeks faded, "What's the matter?"
"I don't know what's going on." Pei Tingsong acted quite real, with doubts all over his face. "My tongue has been hurting for the past two days. I thought it was my cold and inflammation, but now I have a lot of colds. The tip of the tongue hurts more and more."
Although Fang Juexia didn't have many expressions, she was a person who couldn't pretend, and her face changed when she heard Pei Tingsong's words.
"You help me see, is it broken? It hurts when I drink water." After speaking, he put the mineral water bottle on the ground, opened his mouth, and stretched out his tongue slightly. Fang Juexia stared at the tip of his tongue, and there was indeed an obvious wound on it. Pei Tingsong saw him shrinking subconsciously, and stretched out his hand, "You can see it so far away, so your eyes are so good?"
Fang Juexia blinked quickly and licked her dry lips again, "It seems... it seems that there is a small wound and an ulcer. It may take a few days to heal."
"Ulcer?" Pei Tingsong deliberately bit these words seriously, aggravating someone's guilt, and frowned, "What should I do, it hurts, I can't eat anymore. Why would I bite myself? Where's the tongue?"
Fang Juexia glanced away, with a guilty conscience written on her face, "You drink plenty of water and eat more fruits and vegetables. It will be better soon, not very serious."
"Really?" Pei Tingsong stared at him, unable to imagine how he bit him and beat him. He was particularly curious about Fang Juexia's expression and mood at that time, "Don't you have a small medicine box? Is there any medicine for ulcers?"
"Yes." Fang Juexia finally took the initiative to speak, "I will spray you a little after I go back to relieve the pain."
Pei Tingsong smiled purely, "Thank you brother, then."
Fang Juexia whispered it was okay, hurriedly picked up the water bottle on the ground and unscrewed it and took a sip.
"That is my bottle."
He almost squirted out, but held it back again, his cheeks bulging.
"You drink it, it's okay." Pei Tingsong felt that he had found the most interesting thing in the world, which was to make Fang Juexia tease. Watching him swallow awkwardly, he added another sentence.
"You still mind this with me."
All the haunted house specials have been recorded, and the director team announced the result, "The older team is here..."
He Ziyan and Lu Yuan said in unison: "What kind of senior group!"
Jiang Miao smiled, "Only I am older."
The other two were still unsatisfied, "Director, shall we still be Xiao Xianrou?"
"Well, it's not the senior group, not the senior group." The director immediately changed his words, "The senior group took 18 minutes and 23 seconds, and I played a song in it."
Ling laughed, "Hahahaha senior group!"
"What's so funny, did you lose, okay?" Pei Tingsong pressed his head with a trembling smile. Turning his head to see Fang Juexia also smiling, his head half-down, the corners of his mouth raised.
He looks good when he smiles, but he doesn't laugh often.
"Then are we going to punish the younger group now?"
"Yes, we can wait."
The director team brought up a lottery box with a lot of rolled paper lotteries in it. Pei Tingsong got a headache when he saw this, "No, let's draw lots again? Can you think of a fresher trick?"
A staff member who did not appear on the screen said outside the screen, "Will you do the lucky turntable next time? Let Xiao Pei turn around by himself." The others all laughed. Pei Tingsong has always had bad luck, so he didn't stretch out his hands at all this time, and only raised his chin at Ling Yi, "You, go and smoke."
"Why?" Ling Yi flicked both sleeves. "If I smoke something bad, don't you just throw the pot on me. I won't do such a foolish thing."
Only Fang Jue Xiaken came forward to carry this pot in the junior group who lost in the end. He hugged the paper box, shook it without speaking, and shook it very seriously. This action seemed a bit silly, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but vomit, "What are you doing? It's like drawing lots."
Fang Juexia glanced at him, her light brown pupils were very bright under the sun. As soon as he glanced at him, he turned his head, shook the paper box, and calmly imitated Pei Tingsong's famous scene in the haunted house, "Great atheist in history, bless me with a good lottery."
Everyone present laughed, and the director also fanned the flames, "Remember to add a subtitle in the later period. This sentence will be called the Haunted House Paradox in the future."
"Hahahahahaha."
It's a pity that Fang Juexia, who was patronizing and teasing others, didn't expect that he would pit himself once again. As soon as he unfolded the paper, his eyes were blackened.
He won't really be infected by Pei Tingsong's non-chief's aura.
"Je Xia read the content of punishment." The director reminded.
Fang Juexia's voice became a little vacant, "Bungee jumping..."
He Ziyan wowed meaningfully, "Warrior's game."
Lu Yuan was also excited, "Hurry up, I want to see your leap of faith!"
"Je Xia is good at pumping. The high-altitude bungee jumping project in the park is also a major feature, second only to the haunted house." The director said, "The total height of bungee jumping here is only 25 meters, which is actually not very high."
25 meters is not high... Fang Juexia converted the specific number into the actual height in her heart, and she started to feel weak just after thinking about it. He was a little afraid of heights since he was a child. Although he was not seriously afraid of heights, he basically didn't touch the high-altitude projects. And from the very beginning, it was a dead copy of bungee jumping.
Realizing that Fang Juexia started not speaking again, Pei Tingsong bumped his shoulder, "Are you afraid?"
I thought he would struggle for a while. Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia raised her head and nodded twice with a serious face, unexpectedly very honest.
Pei Tingsong was amused by him like this, "I just laughed, didn't I smile very happily? I thought you had nothing to be afraid of in your life." The teasing returned to the teasing, seeing that Fang Juexia was nervous now, so he made it again. He came with a comforting look, "It's okay, it's much faster than the haunted house. Go up and then jump down with a swish, and it will end soon. You don't even seem to be afraid of Ling Yi."
"I'm not afraid of anything?" Ling Yi glared at him, then he was very excited like a fly rubbing his hands, "I like high-altitude events the most."
sky. Fang Juexia couldn't understand this feeling of pursuit of excitement. I hope that the gambling is defeated, and there is a group recording, it is always difficult to escape. A large group of troops moved from the haunted house to the bungee jumping area. The number of tourists in the park increased, and many people began to follow suit. In order to save time and diversion, the production team was divided into two groups. The three winners filmed their content, and the other group followed the three bungee jumpers.
They took the elevator to the top. As soon as the door opened, the strong wind swelled his coat. Fang Juexia pulled the zipper and felt the strong stimulation from the height at a glance. It is too high, so high that the entire amusement park landscape can be included in the eyes. However, this bungee jumping platform is also built with all-tempered glass, and it is cleanly wiped. , At a glance, every step is frightened.
As soon as Ling went out, he was excited to chat with the coach, Fang Juexia only dared to go out in small steps.
Seeing this hesitant footsteps, Pei Tingsong was able to determine how scared he was, so he held Fang Juexia's shoulders and leaned against him regardless.
Fang Juexia didn't push him away, he didn't dare to move at such a high place. Besides, Pei Tingsong's actions are very useful. Being close above the sky calmed Fang Juexia's heart a little, at least he felt a sense of support.
"You're really not afraid at all." He said with his eyes down.
Pei Tingsong nodded, "I have played bungee jumping for one or two hundred meters. Compared with that, these are all kids playing. There are also extreme skiing, downhill, parachuting, and surfing. I like it," he smiled again, "I can fly a plane by the way, the kind with a certificate."
"awesome."
How can such a person be afraid of ghosts? It's strange. Fang Juexia's attention shifted slightly, but she could see her empty feet still palpitations.
"Don't look down." Pei Tingsong broke his face and asked him to look at himself, "I know I'm afraid I still need to look."
Fang Juexia rolled her apple nervously, "It's not the same if you are in a haunted house... I am obviously afraid that I will continue to do the task."
Pei Tingsong couldn't help laughing. I'm so embarrassed to say that I don't want to think about who he is for.
He found that people will really change after getting along, and they will affect each other. The guy in front of him is a good guy who doesn't learn as much as he wants to learn bad. He steals all his temperament from his body, and he talks back more and more smoothly, not to mention anything else.
The staff stepped forward to put on protective clothing for Pei Tingsong, and then he let go of Fang Juexia's hand, "Then you will follow me. Anyway, I know you will jump if you are afraid." After that, he turned around and let him work. The staff helped him fix his belt and rope.
"You know it again." Fang Juexia said this, but her tone was not a rhetorical question, very light and calm, lighter than the wind on the high platform, but somehow it floated into Pei Tingsong's ears.
Pei Tingsong, who was only one step away, stood on the edge, suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, "Yes, I just know it. Because you are Fang Juexia."
I don't know where this sentence pierced his heart. It was sour and sad, and it seemed to be a little happy. But he didn't want to think too much about the meaning of this. He found that he spent too much time and energy every day to study every word Pei Tingsong said to him. This is weird, and it is not in line with his straightforward life logic.
Maybe it has nothing to do with him at all, it's just the neurotransmitter stimulated from high altitude.
The staff put a GoPro helmet on Pei Tingsong's head and started the camera. Fang Juexia didn't dare to watch the scene where he jumped, feeling scared, so she could only grab the pole and half-turned around, listening to Ling Yi and the other staff count down in unison.
His heart beat hard three times, and he heard Ling Yi's cheers.
As her shoulders gradually relaxed, Fang Juexia took a deep breath and exhaled it again, his tension unabated. Soon it was Ling Yi's turn. He first rushed over and hugged Jue Xia tightly, then stood on the edge of the jumping platform, "Je Xia, look at me! I want to jump!"
Fang Juexia's face turned pale, but she still turned around and curled the corner of her mouth towards Ling Yi, "Come on."
Ling Yi happily blew him a kiss, and then counted down loudly, "Three! Two! One!" The moment he jumped down, he was still shouting, "The youngest group is the most handsome. Long live Caledo and Domino—"
There was only one left on the high stage. Fang Juexia could hardly feel the presence of her legs. She wanted to squat, but the bottom was transparent again. He just felt numb all over, and his palms were soaked with cold sweat.
"Is it okay for Juexia? Would you like to try it?" The staff member held his arm and said with relief, "It doesn't have to be punished, anyway, I have already jumped twice."
Another staff member also nodded in response, "Yes, it's really uncomfortable for fear of heights."
In fact, to be honest, Shangdu has already come up. Fang Juexia wanted to give it a try. He always felt that if he tried bungee jumping, he might be able to increase his threshold a little bit.
"I can give it a try," he took off his hat and handed it to the staff, and then called the coach. "Thank you for helping me wear armor."
"Little handsome guy is very courageous." The coach is a refreshing middle-aged man, "Don't worry, our safety measures are in place. You just take a deep breath, close your eyes and fall back, and it's over. It's very simple."
Fang Juexia couldn't hear a word, she was pulled to the edge of the platform, her legs were so soft that she could hardly stand, and she could only pull the coach's arm. Not to mention looking down, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't dare to open them.
The coach tugged on his belt, and after confirming that he was safe, he patted Juexia's shoulder twice, "Come on, little handsome guy. Jump into the big red and purple, jump twice to make you rich and rich."
Just one shot, and it will end soon.
He even imagined the feeling of weightlessness in his mind in advance, just to make himself feel better later.
Not afraid, he is not afraid at all.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid...
"Get ready, I'm about to start the countdown. Three—"
The countdown suddenly stopped, "Hey? Why are you back again."
return? What come back.
He heard the coach laugh and patted his arm, "Look at what I said is right, someone is really going to come back and jump for the second time."
The violent wind messed up Fang Juexia's soft hair, looking like a awkward little animal. He hesitated, frowning and slowly opening his eyes. In the swaying vision, Pei Tingsong stepped on the transparent glass table, the spring sunshine illuminated his smile lazily.
"You really want to jump." He looked at Fang Juexia, who was already dressed, with a smile in his eyes.
Fang Juexia was already speechless, nodded very slightly, looking even more pitiful. He didn't know what Pei Tingsong wanted to do now, to witness his first bungee jumping experience? Or do you just think it would be more intuitive to stand up and watch the jokes? He thought a lot in his mind, and his pupils also moved.
Pei Tingsong looked at him more and more cutely, and saw him quietly clutching the coach's arm and raising his eyebrows unconsciously.
"He is afraid of heights." Pei Tingsong walked over and said to the coach and the staff, "I will be with him, and we will dance for two."
This sentence came suddenly, no one expected. Fang Juexia also looked at him blankly, without saying a word. Pei Tingsong directly stretched out his hand to drag him back, jokingly, "Why are you looking at me? I am moved. If I am moved, I will cry and see."
"Why are you back?" Fang Juexia said in a cold tone, but her hand had moved from the coach's arm to Pei Tingsong's wrist, holding it tightly, subconsciously looking for a more familiar and more comfortable sense of security.
"I danced very well, and I want to do it again." The coach put them on two-person protective gear, Pei Tingsong raised his hand and touched the hair that felt Xia had been messed up by the wind, and his voice was much softer, "By the way, I will also help you through. A robbery."
"Crossing the robbery." Fang Juexia repeated those two words in a low voice, surprised that this kid who grew up abroad has learned all the weird knowledge. But the term is quite appropriate. It seems to be a big catastrophe in his life in the past two decades. The risk index is completely ranked in the top three.
Thinking like this in his heart, he glanced at Pei Tingsong again.
This guy's risk index is also very high. He really panicked and relied on another danger in order to solve one danger.
The staff was about to put on helmets for them, but found that the last GoPro was broken and could not be recorded.
"I feel that Xia has finally made the mental preparations, and I don't know if I dare to dare. Otherwise, I won't record his perspective." Another staff member used the walkie-talkie to contact the camera below, and only took the top and jumped down. The angle of view taken from below.
The coach fixed the rope and confirmed that it was correct, "Okay, ready, two handsome boys, you can double jump. Do you need me to count down for you?"
Pei Tingsong shook his head, said thank you, and then took Fang Juexia's arm and moved forward a little bit. The wind on the jumping platform was getting bigger and bigger, hovering in the air, the cold air currents hugged them, and the clear blue sky seemed to be within reach. Fang Juexia heard Pei Tingsong's voice in the howling wind, he said to close his eyes, so he really closed his eyes.
He has never done anything too crazy in his life. Even chasing dreams follow their own rules and procedures, step by step steadily seeking progress. Stability brings him a sense of security. Derailment, carnival, loss of control, these are the risk factors Fang Juexia has tried to avoid for more than two decades.
"Let me tell you a story."
"Story?" Fang Juexia listened to his voice and raised her head.
"Yeah." Pei Tingsong stood on the jumping platform, turned his back towards the high altitude he was about to fall into, facing Fang Juexia who closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms to pull him into his arms, "You know? It is said that bungee jumping is this. The sport originated in a country called Vanuatu in the South Pacific Islands. People there believed that only those who had withstood the test of high altitude were considered to have grown up. So hundreds of years ago, men in the tribe would tie them up with canes. With both legs, he jumped from a wooden tower more than 30 meters high, and stopped at a place more than ten centimeters above the ground."
While talking, he gently pulled Fang Juexia to him. Perhaps he was really scared, he could feel Fang Juexia actively approaching.
"Then what?" Fang Juexia asked, closing her eyes.
"Then..." Pei Tingsong lowered his head to confirm that he had stepped on the edge and half of his foot was suspended in the air. He continued, “The villagers will hold a grand bonfire party for him to celebrate his determination and courage. They regard this kind of falling from a height as a great coming-of-age ceremony.”
At the end of the story, he spread his arms around Fang Juexia and fell backward. Without the tension created by the countdown, everything came quickly without warning. Fang Juexia's heart almost stopped suddenly, and he was hugged and fell into a storm, a weightless whirlpool.
The real fall turned out to be like this. Every gap in the body was penetrated by the galloping wind, and the soul plunged into the empty sky. Fear, hesitation and timidity were all swept away by the wind, and the one-way hug turned into a tight hug under the instinct of instinct. The body temperature was hot, and the heartbeats smashed together, slamming into each other's chests. These senses are telling Fang Juexia that he is not alone.
He fell in an embrace, safe and free.
"Do you want to open your eyes and take a look?"
The howling wind resembled a long sirens, but it couldn't stop his voice. Fang Juexia tried to open his eyes. The inverted vision was too strange. He saw the whole world spinning and flying into the sky, and he saw Pei Tingsong close at hand. The eyes met in the gusty wind, Pei Tingsong's eyes were smiling, the dark pupils reflected the transparent sky, and his face. Indeed very quickly, as the story said, they fell with courage and determination, hanging in the air.
When the alarm was lifted, he approached Fang Juoxia's ear.
"You are an adult, brother."