The high-altitude test made Fang Juexia feel confused, the rope was untied, and his feet returned to the ground. Stepping is not true, every foot is still stepping in the clouds, ups and downs, deep and shallow.
"How is it now?" Pei Tingsong walked up to him a few steps, "Aren't you so scared?"
afraid.
After this disaster, he finally calculated the heavyweight between these dangers and dangers. There is nothing like Pei Tingsong, he is the biggest and most uncontrollable risk.
"Much better." Fang Juexia replied looking at the shadow on the ground.
Later, his memory of the trip to the amusement park was hazy. Half of his soul seemed to remain at an altitude of 20 meters away. Afterwards, he seemed to be participating in a dazed manner. Even the director joked that Fang Juexia was frightened, so frightened. Later, more and more fans were watching, and they had to end the filming early.
After playing for a day and finishing work early, everyone was very happy. Lu Yuan went back to the company to meet with the choreographer, and He Ziyan went back with him to discuss the arrangement. Jiang Miao's sister is about to celebrate her birthday, so Ling Yi, who has always been involved, will accompany him to buy gifts and order cakes, preparing for a surprise.
Fang Juexia's plan was to take a shower and then go to the practice room to practice dancing after an hour's rest. But when he came out, he and Pei Tingsong were the only ones left in the dormitory. The other party was almost like him, he had just finished taking a shower, wearing a white cotton and linen pajamas, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and poured his head up.
I don’t have enough of a cold yet, so I wear so little.
He didn't say such nagging words, because it didn't seem to have anything to do with him. Fang Juexia closed the bathroom door and went straight back to the bedroom, helping Ling pick up the little yellow doll that fell on the floor and put it on the table, and then went to bed.
The orange evening light climbed from the balcony onto his dark blue quilt. He set an alarm clock and retracted into the quilt. The illusion of high-altitude sequelae is most obvious when you close your eyes. Very uncomfortable, he turned over and lay on his stomach, with his head buried in the pillow, trying to relieve this weightlessness and dizziness, but with little effect.
[You are an adult, brother. ]
Pei Tingsong's voice repeatedly appeared in his ears, and his heart could not sleep peacefully.
Suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps, Fang Juexia tilted her head and saw a pair of long legs beside her bed. He was a little frightened, and somehow pulled the quilt up subconsciously to cover his head.
"What are you doing?" Pei Tingsong wanted to pull him off the quilt, "I thought you were asleep."
"I'm going to sleep." Fang Juexia said dullly.
"You forgot what you promised me?"
right. He really forgot. He was messed up by bungee jumping and the so-called bar mitzvah.
Fang Juexia was afraid of facing Pei Tingsong, but Pei Tingsong appeared again every time he tossed and turned, and he always held a strong reason to prevent him from avoiding it.
He gave up struggling, let Pei Tingsong pull the quilt away, half-squinted, and saw Pei Tingsong and the medicine box he was carrying.
Now it's getting more and more squeamish. Before it was smashed and bleed, it was hard to keep people from bandaging it.
Forget it, he bit him anyway, he has to take responsibility. Fang Juexia lifted the quilt and sat up cross-legged, took the medicine box and opened it to find the powder for oral ulcers, and tried to put out the calm posture of hanging the pot to help the world, "Sit down."
Pei Tingsong sat on the edge of the bed and found a bunch of hair curled up on his head, looking silly.
"Are you sleeping now, not sleeping at night?"
found it. Fang Juexia took out the box of powder and shook it, "I will go to the practice room after a while, and I won't be back at night."
"You are not afraid of breaking your waist when you practice like this every day."
"I originally had a waist injury." Fang Juexia said lightly, and dipped a slender cotton swab into the powder.
But Pei Tingsong didn't sound too good. He had also been with Fang Juexia for two years, and he didn't know that his waist had been injured. Glancing at his waist, he thoughtlessly thought of seeing him changing clothes in the apartment before. Pei Tingsong opened his eyes, "Then you have to rest more."
"Everyone wants to rest. But for dancing, one day off will make your body dull for one day. If you rest too much, you will get rusty and become dumb on the stage." He leaned closer, "Tongue sticks out."
Pei Tingsong did. Fearing to block the light, Fang Juexia tilted her head and leaned close, watching the small white spot on the tip of his tongue, the source of all evil. Fang Juexia felt strange again when he thought that this little white spot was bitten out and ulcerated by his own teeth. He can't describe it.
Can't think deeply, he is also afraid to return to the night of the incident.
The cotton swab dipped in the powdered medicinal powder went up very lightly and slowly, and seeing the tip of her tongue shrink, Fang Juexia looked up and observed Pei Tingsong's expression, "Does it hurt?"
Pei Tingsong retracted the tip of his tongue and stared at the person in front of him in a daze. He felt that he had made a wrong decision. I clearly thought in my heart that he was going to tease Fang Juexia, but now it was him who was disturbed. Seeing Fang Juexia lying on the bed, he would subconsciously step down, and when he heard him say that he would feel guilty and worry about a back injury.
Seeing him raise his eyes, he will palpitate. At dusk, his eyelashes were illuminated semi-transparent and flickered slightly.
The point on the tip of the tongue is not a panacea, but a breezy butterfly. After a pause, he flew away.
"It hurts?" Fang Juexia asked again.
Pei Tingsong blinked in a panic, "A little bit."
"Forbearance."
He had to stick out the tip of his tongue again, and his eyes fell on the face that was close at hand. When Fang Juexia is serious, her brows will be slightly raised inwards, her lips will be slightly opened, and the moist inside can be vaguely seen. It was a familiar place, after all, I had penetrated into it.
Pei Tingsong felt that he should bear it, so he tried to divert his attention.
The tip of the tongue was irritated by the powder, like a thin needle stick in the heart. He gradually became obsessed with this kind of subtle pain. The fragrance of the shower gel on Fang Juexia's body was very good, clean and comfortable, similar to anesthesia.
Even if he has seen how open and free to make friends, Pei Tingsong knows that friends should not kiss, let alone deep kisses. Making friends should be simple and natural. Talking, chatting, understanding each other's preferences and lifestyles, sharing joy and pain, without any burden when interacting, and embracing is like holding the right hand with the left hand. This is a friend.
But alcohol took turns to rob them of their minds, an accidental kiss, another accidental kiss, repeated superimposition, this friendship seemed to be not pure from the beginning.
But he really thought Fang Juexia was good, and really wanted to establish a friendship with him.
Looking back, Pei Tingsong accidentally saw the neckline of Fang Juexia's pajamas hanging down, and the inside was white and clear. He retracted the tip of his tongue and coughed abruptly with his head sideways.
"Uncomfortable throat?" Fang Juexia asked.
Pei Tingsong straightened up unnaturally, and also helped Fang Juexia's shoulders. "Don't be an old cat, don't you have a sore waist?"
Fang Juexia also sat up straight, her tone flat, "You always care about what my waist is doing."
"Who cares about your waist?" Pei Tingsong refused to admit it, and his voice became louder.
When my clothes are too loose, I can see clearly when I lower my head. I don't know how to avoid it when I change clothes. I always look at others with that kind of eyes, unconsciously.
After recounting Fang Juexia's many sins, Pei Tingsong seemed to have found a way to vent. Yes, I blame him. If Fang Juexia hadn't been drunk at the beginning, hadn't kissed him. He will not return when he is drunk. Without entanglement, he would not be entangled in the purity of friendship.
Obviously he has been unrestrained since he was a child, and he doesn't care about anything, but now he has to worry about these little things.
Fang Juexia is to blame.
"Alright." The ignorant instigator gently fanned the wind with his palm to help Pei Tingsong relieve the pain on the tip of his tongue, "Drink plenty of water and eat some vitamins." As he said, he lowered his head and found the vitamin B from the box. c. Put the medicine powder into Pei Tingsong's hand.
He didn't want to apply the medicine himself, he also wanted Fang Juexia to apply the medicine to himself.
"Apply this medicine three times a day, you can apply it if it hurts badly."
But what is the position? They are all grown-ups.
"good."
Fang Juexia was a little surprised when he heard Pei Tingsong's sentence, it's rare to be so obedient.
"You go to sleep." Pei Tingsong stood up and took the medicine box away, but he heard Fang Juexia say in the back, "I don't seem to be able to sleep well. My head is dizzy, and it makes me feel uncomfortable when I close my eyes."
Pei Tingsong said, "It may be a sequelae of a fear of heights. You may dream of being at a high place when you sleep, and it will be even more uncomfortable. Don't go to bed first and find something to relax."
He left after speaking. Fang Juexia’s room suddenly became empty. He also got up and walked to the balcony. He picked up a kettle and watered his flowers and plants. He bought a saguaro by the side of the road a long time ago. It was not spherical, but long. Kind of. He squatted down and picked up the thorns on the cactus.
I seldom watered it before and never cared about it. Fang Juexia raised the kettle and poured it a little bit, not dare to do too much.
Do something to relax.
Fang Juexia took out her Sudoku book, sat on the lazy couch on the balcony, and faced the remaining sunset. This way of calming the mood and focusing on the center has been tried and tested. Holding the pen, the numbers gradually shook, jumping in the blank space.
Is it too tired recently
He closed his eyes and opened them again. Eyes swept across the first row and first column, trying to figure out the answer. But he would lose his mind without knowing it, and his soul would lose control like a sudden fall.
When I came back to my senses, something had been written in the book, not a number, but a person's name.
Pei Tingsong went back to the room and turned on the computer. He wanted to finish writing the lyrics that he hadn't finished writing before, but as soon as he opened it, he saw the fjx folder.
He had never written the lyrics of a love song, and he was too lazy to write it. Most of the lyrics of love songs were nothing new in his eyes. He chewed on the clichés repeatedly, and the essence was gone for a long time and only dregs remained.
But this song is a love song.
It's not a love song, but he has heard the feeling of a love song.
Pei Tingsong held the pen and quietly listened to Fang Juexia's voice. Suddenly there was a picture of him laughing in front of him. In the sunny amusement park, he told him that this was your first time, and he was not happy.
The piano sound and humming flowed slowly, subconsciously manipulating the pen, scribbling on the paper.
[The paradise of dreams is wonderful
Chasing Trojans, old dreams come true
Nikko is a bonus for admission
Brand a hickey in the corner of his eye for me]