The astonishment on Fang Juexia's face was withdrawn little by little, as if the still water gradually recovered after the ripples dispersed.
"No one." He simply replied.
"Only you there?" Pei Tingsong's eyes looked inward, his body was full of chills brought from outside, "The moving company is downstairs, and I will move things up in a while."
Fang Juexia, who was still opening the door, let go of her hand and let go for a half step, "Oh..." Then she thought that the other party hadn't come up yet, so she took another step forward, "Are you too much?"
He wanted to say if he needed help, but this sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat, he couldn't swallow it or say it.
The warm current in the house gushed out, and Pei Tingsong took off his hat as well. "Not much." He glanced at Fang Juexia's white, soft home clothes. He seemed to have guessed Fang Juexia's thoughts, "Go in. Wear it like this. Go down and freeze you to death."
It's not a good word, but at least he doesn't have to go on it anymore. Fang Juexia was quite satisfied.
After a while, the sound of the elevator opening in the house came, and the mover quickly moved Pei Tingsong's luggage. Fang Juexia sorted out the living room that his teammates hadn't cleaned up during the game yesterday to make room for them.
He held a cup of hot tea and leaned against the wall to look at, and brought in five large cardboard boxes. Observing their actions when they put down the boxes, each one is quite heavy.
Fang Juexia couldn't help wondering what Pei Tingsong had taken.
"Thanks." Pei Tingsong politely thanked him.
Just when he was about to send them away, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped and poured a cup of hot tea for the three uncles. Without speaking, he passed it directly to their hands.
"Thank you, thank you." The three uncles took it hurriedly, wheezing, drinking warmly in their chests and heart, and left with a smile.
It was said that the production team did not arrive, and only him and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. In the past two years, this kind of alone time has been almost zero, which is somewhat embarrassing. He stared at these big boxes as if they were also staring at him.
"I'll take you to take a look at your room." Fang Juexia seemed to finally think of something that could be said. She stepped on slippers and walked around him. When she walked to the door, she remembered that He Ziyan would usually lock the door. She was worried and wanted to try it. opened.
Does he know Bae Ting Song is coming
"I live with Brother Ziyan?" Pei Tingsong stood behind him, holding the cardboard box into the room.
"Yeah." Fang Juexia gave him a way. The room was quite big. As soon as he entered the door, there was a large work table with several display screens and midi pads. The other table on the side was an electronic DJ table. It was indeed Ziyan's room at a glance. There was plenty of sunlight inside, and the other end against the window was empty, with only an unpaved solid wood bed. Pei Tingsong put down the cardboard box and touched the bookshelf used in the compartment.
"Who do you live with?" he suddenly said.
Fang Juexia was startled for two seconds, "One by one."
He thought in his heart, if Brother Miao was either here at this time, maybe he would take him around and get familiar with the environment. But he happened to be the only one, he didn't know what to do, whether to take Pei Tingsong for a tour, or help him move things in a muffled voice, or just ignore him and return to the house.
The last option is too indifferent, even if Fang Juexia really wants to do it.
Just do it.
Fang Juexia raised her foot and wanted to leave, but Pei Tingsong suddenly spoke.
"I want to see other rooms." He took off his jacket and lay on the empty bed with a soft-looking gray sweater.
Forget it, it's a group after all.
"Yeah." Fang Juexia turned around and walked outside. Pei Tingsong stared, his back was covered by a snow-white plush jacket, and his neck was long and slender, especially when viewed from the side, like a lonely swan. This surprised him. Probably he had never seen Fang Juexia at home, with his face facing the sky and wrapped in a soft coat, as if he had lost the incomprehensible feeling of coldness.
"This is the room of Brother Miao and Brother Yuan." Fang Juexia opened the door. This room was much cramped. There was a stack of piano scores on the shelf near the door. There was a guzheng in the window. The captain chose the smallest one at the time. Between, still get on and off the bed. However, Lu Yuan also likes to sleep on the upper and lower bunks. He finds the upper bunk high and comfortable.
He didn't know how to introduce, so he appeared very silent. Pei Tingsong was taken out of the room by him, led to the living room and the open kitchen, and said dryly, "Probably so."
Who knew that Pei Tingsong was leaning on the counter in the kitchen, "Where is yours?"
Fang Juexia blinked slowly, then turned around like tacitly, and led him to her room.
After all, I live together. If I don’t watch it today, I will watch it tomorrow.
Pei Tingsong found it interesting. He originally thought he would refuse. After all, he always refused, but now it is so easy to agree to let him break into the private sphere. Today Fang Juexia seems particularly bully.
But the guy in the house clothes just opened the door and didn't go in by himself. Standing outside, he politely introduced, "This room."
Pei Tingsong would not miss this opportunity to invade his territory. He stepped forward without saying a word, causing Fang Juexia to lose the initiative and could only follow behind him.
This room is more distinct than he imagined. A row of wardrobes in the middle separates the two sides. The area facing the doorway is filled with all kinds of accessories. The bedding is a small yellow man, and there is a row of small yellow dolls on the bed. . Ling Yi is a well-known minion lover.
Pei Tingsong walked in, the area facing in was like the other pole. It was very empty, and all the furniture had only one-piece log-color bookshelf desks, two or three light gray low cabinets and a bed. The dark blue bed is a quilt folded into squares, which is meticulously clean.
He searched for adjectives in his mind, but found that the most suitable description was actually him.
All this is very Fang Juexia.
"There is nothing to see in my room."
He felt Fang Juexia's tone begin to show a slight self-defense. Pei Tingsong couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth, walked to the desk, his eyes were attracted by the huge Sudoku book above.
"Do you like Sudoku?"
Fang Juexia walked over, clamped the page that was not finished with a pen, and closed it, "I will play when I'm bored."
This made Pei Tingsong a little surprised, but when his sight shifted, more unexpected things appeared one after another.
""The Unity of Mathematics"" He leaned closer and looked carefully at the books on the shelf.
Not only "The Unity of Mathematics", there are dozens of mathematics textbooks such as "Lecture Notes on Riemann Surfaces", "Functional Analysis", "Morse Theory" and so on.
In fact, Fang Juexia's crampedness has reached its peak, but due to the emotional delay, his tone is still calm, "Obviously, I am studying mathematics."
"Yes, I almost forgot." Pei Tingsong remembered that they had heard Ling Yi jokingly talk about it before, saying that he had more college homework than high school. I also think of Fang Juexia's talent in mathematics, although only occasionally the tip of the iceberg revealed by some unpopular variety shows.
"It's okay." Fang Juexia reached out and tried to pull him away, like he held his wrist last time.
His fingers are very long, but they are much softer and warmer than Pei Tingsong imagined. They lightly circled his cold wrist.
"Go and organize your things."
Obviously it was a commanding tone, but Pei Tingsong heard it with a hint of request.
In fact, he was very curious how Fang Juexia would react if he continued to stay here and continue to confront him. But he could perceive that Fang Juexia's tolerance was here, even if he was playing, he had to take his time.
Pei Tingsong was not sure whether the coldness and dullness in him was real or just a fake persona that he disguised. Perhaps Fang Juexia is the type that is rumored to be able to sell his body in exchange for opportunities. The desire is too obvious, so it must be covered with the image of abstinence. If so, his acting skills are too proficient. Pei Tingsong was really curious, and even wondered how he hadn't found it so fun to deal with him in the past.
But Fang Juexia's shell was cold and hard, almost growing on the flesh, it was a bit too cruel to peel raw.
So Pei Tingsong didn't continue to entangle him, and let him leave the room by dragging him.
In front of the carton, Fang Juexia naturally loosened Pei Tingsong's wrist, rolled up the sleeves of her home clothes, and revealed a small white forearm. He helped to move a big one and found it to be terribly heavy. He saw Pei Tingsong open the box and realized that it was all books inside.
Pei Tingsong didn't let him move, only that he could help him set up the book. Fang Juexia took a few copies in his hand and asked him how to lay it out, in alphabetical order or by year. Who knows that Pei Song said casually, "Whatever."
casual. Fang Juexia said the word silently in her heart. Then he put up the books in his hand one by one, not according to the year or initials, but according to the shade of color.
Pei Tingsong brought in the rest of the things and unpacked them on the side. There are only four large suitcases in his luggage, only one is his daily necessities, and the rest are books.
"Did you bring any clothes?" Fang Juexia stepped on the chair to arrange the top row, and asked.
"I live not far away, let's talk about it." Pei Tingsong sat cross-legged on the ground, lining the bottom floor.
They just arranged the books silently, one person in a row, until the empty bookshelves were filled, Fang Juexia had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, although the books were not his, neither was the bookshelf.
"What about the rest?" he asked like a child.
Pei Tingsong picked up the last few hardcover hard-shell books, stepped on a stool and placed them on the top of the bookshelf, stacking them in a pile. He clapped his hands and said, "Done." He grew up in the United States, even if he has been studying Chinese and returning to China for several years, but from time to time he would still express his accustomed English.
Fang Juexia stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at it. The finished product placed by the two people has a strange sense of layering. The spine of the book on the first floor has colors ranging from light to dark, and the color of the spine on the first floor is irregular.
""Meditations on the First Philosophy", "Critique of Pure Reason", "Ethics", "The World as Will and Representation..." He looked at the books on the shelf and found that they were all reading materials outside the scope of his knowledge.
It turns out that Pei Tingsong learned philosophy.
He only knew that Pei Tingsong was originally studying in the United States, and he studied management like ordinary sons and brothers who need to inherit the family property. However, he dropped out of school without authorization and went to apply for another liberal arts college. It seemed that his parents disagreed. Reading major. Because he was caught in the hip-hop circle, he was simply sent back to the country by his elders.
But why did you come into the entertainment industry, and why did you come to such a small company? These are only speculations, because Pei Tingsong is also uncertain and mysterious. Everyone only knows that he finally went to P University as an international student. He refused to stay in a group for the reason of going to school. Anyway, they didn't make any announcements. Usually he seems to go to school.
Thinking about it now, their lives really have nothing to do with each other except work.
"almost."
He saw that Pei Tingsong was about to move the stool and wanted to help, but when he lowered his head and accidentally bumped into the bookshelf, he felt something shaking. Before he could react, he was dragged to the other side by a force. , His body was unstable and almost fell.
A series of noises smashed on the floor and turned into a few thick books unfolded upside down.
At this time, the hand that held his arm tightly was released. Fang Juexia turned her head and saw that Pei Tingsong's other hand was covering her right eye, and she reacted abruptly, "Is it all right? You, did you bump your eye?"
Pei Tingsong clutched, shaking his head continuously like a child, sitting on the hard bed with his head buried.
"I did it, sorry." Fang Juexia's guilt suddenly appeared, and he thought that he had just bowed his head and hit the bookshelf. Pei Tingsong must have come to pull him before he was smashed.
"Don't put gold on your face," Pei Tingsong pushed away his hand, "I want to put the book on it."
After speaking, he murmured again, "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry every day..."
Fang Juexia didn't listen to him at all, "Let me take a look."
"No." He suddenly became self-willed.
After grinding for a while, Pei Tingsong thought that Fang Juexia was just talking on the surface, but he did not expect him to be stubborn and terrible, repeating and repeating a sentence, like a robot.
"Let me see."
But after all, he was a hero but was smashed, and his self-esteem was slightly frustrated, so he was even more awkward when he compromised, "Then you go and get me a band-aid." After he finished speaking, he emphasized again, "Band-aid will do, band-aid."
But Fang Juexia, who ran out, seemed to have blocked her ears. When she came back, she carried a whole medicine cabinet and slammed it on the bed.
Pei Tingsong looked at the box in front of him, then looked at him again.
This is not a little swan, but a goose.
The author has something to say: The group live broadcast will begin in the next chapter!
Friends, mine has already written about the character of offense. Xiao Pei's appearance is a villain, he is only a teenager, not a mature, stable and perfect man. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wait for the fragrance, you can stop now. Don't scold the character, don't scold the character.
They did not meet for two years due to misunderstanding. Fang Juexia’s method is when Pei Tingsong does not exist, and Pei Tingsong is teasing him. As for why he misunderstood? Because Xia Jue didn't talk about the hidden rules, he could only learn from the outside world. But after he got to know Fang Juexia, he realized that it was impossible for him to do such a thing and apologized frankly.
When Fang Juexia was really threatened, Pei Tingsong immediately ran to settle for him because of his teammates. Pei Tingsong was injured, and Fang Juexia bandaged him as soon as possible.
If it weren't for such an opening, why bother to be forced to open business and to understand each other. To be together must have been together a long time ago.
Personally, I can't accept the role being scolded, and ask everyone to give up if they don't like it, and really don't force yourself.