Pei Tingsong was left in place, thinking about the words Fang Juexia left him. Every syllable is disassembled, and a butterfly wraps around the heart, spinning around the chest.
He has never liked a person so much.
Pei Tingsong, who has been immersed in humanistic reverie since he was a child, is always conceited because he is good at playing tricks of words. After meeting Fang Juexia, he really sees the new world. A world completely different from that in the cage.
Because of the emergence of the proposition, there are conditions for liking.
Fang Juexia is a romantic in his bones and a born poet.
He satisfies all one's illusions about first love.
When they returned to the dormitory, He Ziyan and Lu Yuan hadn't played enough, and they occupied the game console in the living room. They put on VR glasses and played double row together. Fang Juexia helped Pei Tingsong remove the sling. His hands were already much better, not as inconvenient as before.
"I can just rush it by myself."
Fang Juexia was still a little surprised, "Don't need me to help you?"
He had just finished playing basketball, his white face was red after exercise, it was like a plump peach under the bathroom light, every little fluff became translucent, and his red lips opened slightly when he spoke. , Moving alive, I can vaguely see the tip of the tongue hidden inside.
"If you really help me." Pei Tingsong's gaze unconsciously condensed on his lips, lowered his head slightly, and moved closer to Fang Juexia, "Maybe it's not something that can be solved by just rushing."
Maybe because he talked a lot during the day, Pei Tingsong's voice sounded a little dumb.
What does it mean.
Fang Juexia has become accustomed to trying to figure out the overtones of Pei Tingsong. It was fine in the past, but if he does this now, it seems that it is easy to fall into the restricted zone. He subconsciously licked his lips, and then retracted his lower lip to squeeze. This was his habitual little movement when he was embarrassed, but it made Pei Ting Songxin more itchy.
Outside the bathroom is the fierce battle of teammates playing games, you say me, the situation is urgent. Across a door, the situation inside seemed to be similar.
"Why don't you speak anymore?" Pei Tingsong took a step closer, and Fang Juexia subconsciously took a step back, just like this on the cold tiled wall.
He was coerced into a tango with nowhere to escape.
"If you don't need help, I'll go out first."
Seeing that he was forced to this point, Pei Tingsong gave a soft smile, and this laughter pulled Fang Juexia's heart ready to escape again. Not long ago, his affection for this boy was still affectionate, but once the initiative was returned, he seemed to change back to Fang Juexia, who couldn't resist.
Pei Tingsong encircled him between the wall and his body, holding out a small space, "Are you thinking now that this proposition is established, but not all conditions are liked."
Pei Tingsong's words were jokes. But it was indeed his inner thoughts. He sometimes worried that his too straightforward heart would scare Fang Juexia. He was so gentle and restrained, perhaps he couldn't accept too frank desires.
So he will choose to hide most of the time.
Fang Juexia, who was still hesitating to take the initiative, raised her head when she heard these words, her eyes open and determined, "No, it's all the conditions."
Pei Tingsong froze.
Fang Juexia was more honest than he thought, "I may not be fully prepared yet, but I like them all."
Seeing his upright look, Pei Tingsong's face showed an expression of surrender. How could anyone be so good at his fate, while confessing to him that he was not ready yet, and using such an innocent and clean expression that he liked it all.
While arousing your desire to destroy, it also stimulates your desire to protect.
"Well, then I will only kiss one kiss in advance."
After speaking, Pei Tingsong pressed Fang Juexia’s lips, and hugged him in his arms with one hand. The air compressed to the extreme seemed to be a kind of glue, sticking to each other, and all the love was on the cliff. Wandering around and jumping down is the abyss of passion and desire.
Fang Juexia raised his head slightly, he did not resist, and was even a little bit more indulgent than before, raised his hand, and gently hugged Pei Tingsong's waist. At this moment, Pei Tingsong pried open the soft lips and went deep into it.
He moved in along the hem of his shirt, pressed it on his back, and tightened his arms. The tip of the tongue is soft, so is the waist. Fang Juexia's skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and it was hot in the palm of his hand. So he followed with fever, and every spurt of blood burned up, heating up uncontrollably in this blurry fusion of borders.
The unmelted ice cream is the sweetest, soft and dense, it melts in a slight sip, melts in every part of the mouth, drips into the throat with saliva, and is buried in the body.
A kiss can fill a whole body.
Pei Tingsong had a clear self-awareness and knew where the bottom line of his concentration was, so he didn't continue, letting go of Fang Juexia.
Spring retreats from the cold winter, involving a trace of melting snow.
Finally, a long kiss was printed on his lips, and Pei Tingsong reluctantly lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Fang Juexia's shoulder. He really likes Fang Juexia so much that he doesn't want to leave any regrets for his first love experience. It's best that everything is logical, and the two love each other, and it's better to remember it again no matter how long it takes, it will be beautiful.
Because he has missed too much and the start is so bad, he wants to take every step afterwards.
But his inherent inferiority is clamoring again, wanting to possess, want to ravage, want to destroy him under his own body.
Love is contradictory.
"I'll give you a vaccination first." His voice was still a little dumb, and his tone was childish. "Some implicit conditions may be more extreme than you think. It's very scary and very bad."
Fang Juexia hadn't completely pulled away from the lingering kiss just now, her chest was slightly up and down, and her legs were soft. But when he heard Pei Tingsong's half-threatening words, he couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm not as fragile as you think." After saying that, he turned his head, kissed Pei Tingsong's hair, and whispered, "Not to mention the bad side of you I've seen."
As he was talking, there was a movement of closing the door outside, followed by Ling Yi's voice, Fang Juexia was a little alert, Pei Tingsong also got up from him and pushed him halfway, "You go to the second bedroom and take a bath."
Fang Juexia just pushed halfway and half on the spot to go out. Before leaving the bathroom, he turned around quickly and kissed Pei Tingsong's chin.
Then he left briskly and flew away like a little skylark.
Pei Tingsong's heart was also taken out. He returned to the innermost part of the bathroom, and the Song-Ming Neo-Confucianism and Kant's moral philosophy theory, which preserved the laws of nature, and Kant's moral philosophy, took turns in his mind, and together with the cold water poured from the shower, poured out the fire that Fang Juexia had set.
The theory of destroying human desires can't have the effect of destroying human desires. Twenty years old is really a torment.
The busy schedule accelerated the days, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the whole group to record variety shows.
This variety show is already a veteran variety show on Satellite TV, and its nationality is quite high. Many families spend their Fridays watching this show on their TV. It is conceivable how difficult it is to obtain this resource. I think Qi Yao’s debut variety show was "Happy Friday". For Kaledo in the past, such resources were hard to think of.
The recording location was not in Beijing. They flew over one night in advance and stayed in the hotel arranged by the program group. In view of Pei Tingsong’s hand injury, they went directly to the VIP at the airport. Cheng Qiang was worried that he would be inconvenient, and he took special care when dividing the room. "Jiang Miao and Lu Yuan, Ziyan and Ling Yi, take good care of your room. Ka, Jue Xia lives alone."
Ling shook the room card in his hand, "Hey? Do you think Xia lives by herself? It's so cool."
Fang Juexia didn't expect to receive the room card in her hand and asked Cheng Qiang, "What about Xiao Pei?"
"Little Pei follow me," Cheng Qiang patted Pei Tingsong's shoulder with a kind expression in his heart, "I will take care of you if I have anything."
"I don't." Pei Tingsong said disgustedly, "You can't take care of yourself, but you still take care of me."
Cheng Qiang rolled his eyes, "Then who do you want to talk to, your captain can always do it? He has become a group mother."
Jiang Miao laughed awkwardly, "I can't. I have a little sore arm in Guzheng practice recently, otherwise..." He pushed Fang Juexia to Pei Tingsong, "Let's feel Xia."
Of course Fang Juexia was willing to take care of Pei Tingsong, and it was not the first time that they stayed in a hotel together, and it shouldn't matter. The first thing I see when I wake up is the person I like, and it feels good.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong refused, "Forget it, just go with Brother Qiang, I was just talking about it."
"You kid just owe it to clean up."
Fang Juexia was a little dazed, but she didn't expect her little fantasies to be so extinguished. They walked to the elevator, Pei Tingsong was beside him, his hanging right arm rubbed his left arm, swinging back and forth, and the back of his hand and the back of his hand were also rubbed from time to time.
"Go to sleep by yourself," Pei Tingsong suddenly whispered, "sleeping comfortably by yourself."
"Yeah." Fang Juexia nodded, and walked into the innermost part of the elevator with him. Cheng Qiang and Jiang Miao urged them to record the show and stand in front of them. When the elevator went up, Fang Juexia lowered his eyes and glanced at the half-folded cuff of Pei Tingsong's right hand, so he reached over, turned his sleeve down, and pulled it down.
The feeling of my fingers touching my wrist is strange, like something scratching my heart. Pei Tingsong took a silent breath, resisting the idea of taking the opportunity to hold hands.
In order to be in a better state, they rested without staying up too late. Almost no one in Fang Juexia had stayed in a hotel before, most of the time with Ling Yi, and occasionally changed other people. To be honest, his character makes him more accustomed to being alone, and the quiet and lonely space is actually a kind of comfort zone for him.
He opened the suitcase, packed out his clothes, washed, and blown his hair, then sat on the bed to reply to the unprocessed message, made a phone call with his mother, and everything went on in an orderly manner. After each item is completed in an orderly manner, he should rest.
It was strange that Fang Juexia couldn't sleep because it was a rare time to be alone. He was lying on the bed, turning over and over again, his eyes staring at the moonlight outside the hotel window.
He didn't say it in the hotel lobby, nor did he say it when walking to the elevator. But at this moment, Fang Juexia had to admit that he somewhat wanted to be in the same room with Pei Tingsong.
He was very smart, and guessed why Pei Tingsong didn't choose to share a room with him in the end. But this made him even more disturbed, and it also made him have some kind of ambiguous reverie in the middle of the night.
Fang Juexia sat up, took the notebook she had brought back to the bed, and covered it with the quilt. His fingers rested indecision on the keyboard, his eyes rested on the blank search field.
He is a good student and has received a good physical education, but boys and boys have never appeared in the category he has studied. So he thinks maybe he should learn.
In another room across a corridor, Cheng Qiang helped Pei Tingsong remove the sling from him, and then helped him to take off his coat.
"When can the plaster on my hand be removed?" Pei Tingsong asked.
Cheng Qiang strenuously helped this guy who was taller than him take off his shirt. He recalled what the doctor had said before, "The doctor said last time that the cast of a wrist fracture can usually be removed in about two weeks. But the specific situation is still not there. I have to go to the hospital to take a film to see how well the healing is. When I go back to Beijing, I will take you to a follow-up visit."
Pei Tingsong nodded, sat back on the bed, stared at the heavy cast of his hand, and sighed. At the beginning, I thought it was good to be injured and could be used to threaten Fang Juexia to take care of him, but now he feels that this thing is more and more cumbersome and affects his performance.
"Hey, by the way, have you received Miss Pei's email?"
Speaking of Pei Hearsong is funny, "I never read emails. If President Pei still has my brother in his heart, call me."
These two brothers and sisters are really. Cheng Qiang sat down and said, "You are really brothers and sisters, each one is more stubborn, you trap me in it and make me innocent. Every time you ignore her, she sends me an email every time you see her. I'm very trembling with the English name of ."
"Then I don't care, and she can't control me." Pei Tingsong lay down on his back.
Cheng Qiang shook his head, "I think so, who can control you?"
"Who..." Pei Tingsong looked at the snow-white ceiling, filled with Fang Juexia's face.
When I was a child, I found it absurd to listen to my grandpa reading the Journey to the West. I described Monkey King as so terribly. But then he was so pressed by one hand, and he was alive for five hundred years.
Pei Tingsong thinks about it now, his heart is not absurd at all, it is very realistic.
He was also held by a hand and wrapped gently, unable to turn over or escape.
Night is the same night, but everyone’s sleep is different. He Ziyan got up early in the morning and complained that Ling Yi said that he was harassing him at night, and he also pulled Fang Juexia to ask him how he usually endured it.
Ling Yi argued for himself, "It was only last night! I was too tired to fly by plane!"
Hearing the two words last night, Fang Juexia thought of his "research and study", and said something vaguely, "Yes... Ling Yi usually doesn't talk in sleep."
Several people were noisy in the car, Fang Juexia looked out the car window. It was a southerly weather, and the air was humid, with a hint of coolness.
Spring in many cities is the same as here, consisting of continuous rain, but spring in Beijing is filled with falling clouds. Once the flying Yang Xu stops, spring will soon be over.
Fang Juexia used to dislike Yang Xu, which would make his nose uncomfortable and even affect his singing voice, which is of no benefit to stage performance. But once he fell in love with spring, these soft cotton seemed to have been taken care of by Aiwu and Wu. He doesn't hate it anymore, and even willing to wear a mask to let them stay for a while.
Let spring stay for a while.
When he approached the recording satellite TV building, Fang Juexia suddenly received news from Pei Tingsong.
[Injured guide dog: I missed you last night. ]
With just six words like this, Fang Juexia's heart was messed up. He was clearly sitting next to him, perhaps watching him open the news, but Pei Tingsong was so calm, letting Fang Juexia's heart beat wildly.
He decided not to reply.
Seeing Fang Juexia put the phone back in his pocket, everyone was ready to get out of the car, and there was a mess again, Pei Tingsong was still a little bit disappointed, thinking he would take this opportunity to reply.
"Xiaowen called them and said we have arrived."
"good!"
Pei Tingsong was also about to get up. At this moment, Fang Juexia took his hand and leaned in his ear in the noisy carriage and whispered a word.
"I didn't miss you."
Holding briefly, and then separated briefly, the boys jumped out of the car one by one like the rice balls, Pei Tingsong followed Fang Juexia, and his heart stuck to him.
The public's acceptance of long hair is not high. The star stylist specially removed Fang Juexia's hair before the show, and cut the hair more refreshingly.
When recording the variety show, I changed the stylist of the show group, and the orientation was more suitable for the public. The style of the six people this time is the big boy's line, and you can't go wrong.
Pei Tingsong's head was buttoned up with a dark blue suede baseball cap, revealing the exquisite and three-dimensional features. He was wearing a loose avocado green sweater, still hanging his arms. Fang Juexia wore a simple black T with a slightly tucked waist, underneath was a pair of loose camouflage overalls. The hair stylist blew his forehead curving, revealing his smooth forehead and superior features.
Ling Yi is the usual cute brother line, purple sports suit, hair curled into teddy. Team Changjiang Miao wears a loose striped shirt and dark gray jeans with a long black ribbon around his neck. He Ziyan was scalded by the stylist with a slag male tin foil. He had a lake-blue shirt with long black sports pants. It is rare for Lu Yuan to calm down, a white T-shirt and brown trousers.
Before the show officially started, they met the host team and bowed again and again. The lead host, Chen Mo, is the most well-known entertainment host in the circle. He has a high status but is friendly, because the previous live audio accidents have always had a very good impression on Caledo.
"You have been really hot recently. The outside of the satellite TV building is all surrounded by your fans, and my Weibo is also underneath. Please ask me to take care of you."
Cheng Qiang smiled and said, "It is indeed for Teacher Chen to take care of it."
The director notified the recording to begin, and they ended the topic. Several hosts came to the stage first. After a little warm-up, Caledo, standing in the background, heard the host’s voice.
"Let us use the warmest applause to welcome today's guests, the super popular boy group-Kaleido!"
The cheers of the fans came like waves, and the six of Caledo followed the instructions of the staff on stage and started their opening performance, which was the "Broken Array" that joined the intro part. Caledo’s live scene continued to explode as always, and soon the stage turned into a concert-like atmosphere. The fans in the audience held their hands and sang spectacularly throughout the venue.
Once the song was over, the six of them ended the ending pose and came to the center of the stage. Chen Mo took the other hosts to the stage and let Caledo stand in the middle.
"Wow, I finally heard the scene of "Broken Array"."
"Yes, it is more shocking than expected, no wonder it sweeps the major music websites now."
Chen Mo leaned forward and looked at Jiang Miao and said, "Then let's ask Caledo to say hello to our long-awaited audience?"
Jiang Miao nodded, looked at the members left and right, and then whispered one, two, three.
The six people raised their hands together, and the right hand made a K gesture, "Hello everyone, we are Kaleido!"
The audience burst into cheers again. The fans hadn't had such a chance for too long. The expectations and misses in their hearts all turned into shouts. From the beginning of the screams, they became Qi Qi's "Calledo, Caledo" … "These are all true manifestations of popularity.
Chen Mo took the microphone and said, "Today we are very happy to invite kaleido to participate in the recording of this issue of "Happy Friday". I heard that we have made a special trip for our program group. Thank you very much."
Jiang Miao shook his head, "No no."
Ling Yi also shook his head, "No no, we are not very busy."
A fan in the audience shouted, "They were free before!"
He Ziyan picked up the microphone and said, "This sounds like an old fan."
The fans in the audience laughed. The hostess found it particularly interesting, "I found out that your regiment doesn't recognize students at all."
Chen Mo asked again, "Yeah, why do you say that you are old fans when you are idle?"
Pei Tingsong answered, "This kind of love and killing are usually old fans, and new fans are older brothers, no matter what."
Laughter broke out again below.
"We used to be quite leisurely and didn't have much schedule." Lu Yuan came up and sold his teammates first. He raised his finger to Fang Juexia beside him, "For example, Juexia, he was too idle to take a teacher qualification certificate."
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Chen Mo was a little surprised, "Really? What subject did you take the test? Junior high school or high school?"
After being cueed out by his teammates, Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed, "... High school mathematics. I studied mathematics in college. At that time, there was really not so much schedule. Everyone took the test, so I followed the test for a certificate."
Ling Yi added, "It's still the North Division."
Another host made a joke, "So what Jue Xia thought is, if you can't become popular, you will go back to teach, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Brother go back and coach me to do Wusan!"
Pei heard that his ears were red, and he teased with the microphone, "Who doesn't want to be taught by Teacher Fang?"