Pei Tingsong, who is idle, is even more boring. Reading can't meet his needs. Also, because of his heavy heart recently, he secretly ordered a Sudoku book from the Internet and wanted to learn Fang Juexia's unique emotional management rules.
But when he first started, he had no rules and even wanted to search for tutorials on the Internet. Unfortunately, his surreptitiousness was discovered by He Ziyan.
"Oh, the little philosopher of Sudoku." He Ziyan was holding the Haagen-Dazs he bought, and his headphones were still hanging around his neck.
Pei Tingsong didn't know what his guilty conscience was. He covered the Sudoku book with his hands.
"Don't change the subject." He Ziyan teased him deliberately, "Come on, brother, take a look, how many have you filled out?"
"Get up and don't sit on my bed."
"Wow, you can learn Sudoku if you don't use optics, and you've even learned about Sudoku." He Ziyan became more amused, opened the window and shouted to the balcony next door, "Mr. Fang, come over and help with Sudoku."
In this way, everyone knows that Pei Tingsong is doing Sudoku. With the mentality of being broken and broken, Pei Tingsong took his Sudoku book and went to Fang Juexia's room. Ling Yi was not there, just the two of them.
Fang Juexia had heard He Ziyan's words a long time ago, and when she turned around, her face was smiling, "You are filling Sudoku." He smiled and took the book in his hand to Pei Tingsong to see, "I'm watching this. "
It seems that he is expressly saying that Pei listens to song, you see, I am doing the same stupid thing as you.
The mentality that had just collapsed was wiped out by Fang Juexia’s magnanimous and lovely performance. Pei Tingsong put the Sudoku book on the table, lay on his bed, and looked at him, "Teacher Fang, you teach me ."
"No student asks for advice and lie down on the teacher's bed as soon as they come."
Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows, "I am such a student."
Fang Juexia was choked for a while, for fear that Pei Tingsong would continue teasing him on this topic, so she had to compromise on her own, "do it, teach it."
Pei Tingsong, who is still a student, also dyed his silver hair back to a low-key dark brown. Anyway, it has passed the publicity period, and now he looks much more obedient.
Fang Juexia pulled him up, took a stool and let him sit down, and taught him several tricks of filling Sudoku one by one, including explicit number pairs, explicit arrays, and unique remainder solutions, etc., each They are very thorough.
He is very patient, his voice is gentle and gentle, and he really feels like a teacher. From time to time he will ask him, "Do you understand this? It's actually not difficult."
Pei Tingsong nodded, only to realize that Sudoku also has so many tips and tricks. When Fang Juexia talked about it, it was not so boring. On the contrary, it was able to analyze something related to logic. It is no wonder that many mathematicians in history also have it. The identity of a philosopher.
He looked at Fang Juexia's serious face, and couldn't help but approach.
Pei Tingsong thought if he kissed him at this time, would it be a bit blasphemous.
But he really wanted to kiss him.
The mobile phone that suddenly vibrated disrupted Pei Tingsong's thoughts. He looked down and found that it was his older sister who never talked seriously.
A few days ago, it was his lavish mother who made ten calls a day, as if she finally remembered that she had given birth to a son in her life. But Pei Tingsong didn't take care of it at all, and only hurriedly read the message she sent.
Concerns are fake, but benefits are real.
Finally it was his sister's turn, and Pei Tingsong knew that her purpose was probably against his mother. Although this sister who is seven years older than him is usually cold and arrogant, she at least treats herself as a real person.
"Why don't you pick up?" Fang Juexia asked.
Pei Tingsong thought for a while, "My sister, it's okay to call."
Fang Juexia knew that his family situation was complicated and didn't want to intervene, but watching Pei Tingsong didn't want to take it at all, it was more like playing a petty temper, so she pushed it, "Maybe it's something big, take it."
Hearing what he said, Pei Tingsong lingered and connected, put on his headphones, stood up and walked a few steps towards the balcony, opened his mouth in English, squatted in front of a small verdant garden that Fang Juexia had raised, and stretched out his hand. Fiddled with the little hibiscus that opened up into a cloud of pink.
Fang Juexia sat quietly at the table and continued to look at the book that he hadn't finished reading. He didn't know whether he had a keen hearing or was too attached to Pei Tingsong. Fang Juexia could detect a small change in his tone.
He felt a little resisted.
The phone call is not very long. Pei Tingsong hung up the phone and squatted on the balcony. His eyes moved from the little hibiscus to the blue snowflake, and finally fell on the most inconspicuous pot of cactus.
He took the cactus pot from the corner and put it in front of him, speechless.
Fang Juexia walked to him, squatted down with him, and deliberately pretended to make a fuss, "What's wrong with my cactus? No matter how stabbed it is, it's wilting."
"Okay." Pei Tingsong knew that he was teasing him, so he spread out directly with him, "My sister said just now that my mother’s new British boyfriend is a publishing company. Give it to him."
Although it is very simple, Fang Juexia knows the seriousness of the matter, "How can this be done? What to do if the other party is not reliable, it is your grandpa's painstaking effort."
"She can't call the shots, because in my grandfather's will, the legal heir to the copyright of all his works is me." At this point, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of the scene of his grandfather's death.
It was chaotic, and everyone's desire for profit was exposed in front of a lonely tombstone. When he was only fifteen years old, he was in the most confused period at that time, violent and manic, pushing the world to the opposite side.
He doesn't want inheritance rights, he just wants his grandpa to come to life. Yes, this idea is ridiculous.
Pei Tingsong picked up a small kettle and poured a little water on the cactus. "Just a few days ago, she made trouble with me every day, called, sent messages, sent emails, and even said that she wanted to come to me in person, but I ignored her. Go to my sister's place again, she may be crazy."
"My sister asked me to go back, cut off her thoughts, and sorted out the copyrights that hadn't been managed before, so that my grandpa could go with peace of mind."
Fang Juexia's mind suddenly slowed down, and slowly took the small kettle from his hand.
Can't water it anymore, it spoils his little cactus.
"So you are going back to America, right?"
Pei Tingsong nodded, "I will leave tomorrow after I finish recording the show. I should deal with it in a few days." He touched Fang Juexia's head, "Would you like to come with me?"
He wanted to see the place where Pei Tingsong grew up, but it was not such an opportunity. He needs to give Pei Tingsong a place to deal with himself, not because he misses him and can't handle his family's affairs and disputes properly.
"Next time." Fang Juexia smiled at him, "I want to go when you have no burden, just like you dreamed of."
Although the old man has not been seen, at least it is not in a moment of embarrassment.
Pei Tingsong tilted his head for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Will Teacher Fang take me back to Guangzhou?"
Fang Juexia didn't speak, and held out her little finger to him.
Pei Tingsong did not directly stretch out his fingers to hook, but glanced at his back, then took it over and kissed his little finger.
"I wanted to kiss just now," he whispered in a low voice, and then he hooked his finger to reach an agreement.
At the end of the variety show, Pei Tingsong left. On a private trip, Fang Juexia was inconvenient to send him. He only returned "The Roots of Romanticism" to him before he left, so that he could watch it when he was bored on the plane. Look.
He doesn't know if Pei Tingsong will see the comments he secretly wrote up, but it feels very good. He seems to be chatting with Pei Tingsong in the past on cross-service, and there is a kind of surprise of discovering easter eggs.
Before the official business with Pei Tingsong, except for the work that had to be done together, he could hardly be seen at other times, and I didn't think there was anything. Every day was taken. The time of each day is also very objectively passing by.
Later Pei Tingsong moved back, and they were together almost every day, with all the members. Now, just a few days after Pei Tingsong left, Fang Juexia felt hard to endure. I want to contact him, and also want to know his situation on the other side of the ocean, whether he is embarrassed, and whether he has a good meal.
Who would be embarrassed by people like Pei Tingsong? His worries were a bit redundant.
After thinking about it carefully, there are so many and nothing, I obviously miss him.
There is a big jet lag, but Pei Tingsong will call him sooner or later. Most of the time Fang Juexia is in the quilt, either not up or sleeping. Listening to Pei Tingsong for a while, the end result is either that he can’t get up, or Can't sleep even more.
In order to enrich herself, Fang Juexia resumed the rhythm of practicing crazy demons, practicing dancing, learning vocal music and creation every day. When he came this day, there were two trainees dancing in the practice room. They were a little afraid of him, and moved aside when they saw Fang Juexia.
Am I so scary? Fang Juexia began to reflect on whether she was too cold in her daily life, and by the way, she also watched the little trainee dancing. A child fell to the ground and did a stand-up motion, but couldn't get up several times.
"You didn't exert any strength here." Fang Juexia stepped forward and taught him personally, "The core needs to be tight, and it won't be able to get up if it's loose here."
The young trainees were a little flattered, but they didn't expect that the company's famous seniors were so approachable, and they rarely laughed.
Fang Juexia worked too hard during the trainee period. He made many mistakes and summed up his experience, so he was more experienced in teaching others.
"Yes, you have to practice control. Otherwise, the fixed point will not look good."
"Very well, this turn around is more stable than just before."
A few people spent the night in the practice room without knowing it. It was very late. The two children wanted to invite Fang Juexia to eat, but he refused, "How can I let you have a treat?"
There were no more people on the road. Watching the two children leave the company downstairs with them, Fang Juexia also turned to the underground parking lot, preparing to drive back to the dormitory.
The light in the parking lot is not very bright, the bleak white light hits the gray concrete floor straight, everything is quiet and lifeless. Fang Jue Xia squinted his eyes and walked in the direction of his car. Night blindness affected his vision too much. He finally found his car. When he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard footsteps.
The long-lost feeling of being tracked reappeared.
His heart suddenly lifted up, but even if he was already so sensitive, but before he could turn his head, he was hit hard against the wall from behind by a person, his lower back was painful, and his forehead hit the white wall for an instant. Dizzy and drowsy.
This cannot be illegitimate.
Fang Juexia's brows were frowned with pain as she propped her hands on the ground. In such a moment, he vaguely saw the shadow on the wall, it was a human figure, holding a long thin object in his hand, and he was about to knock it at him. Fang Juexia quickly dodged sideways, instinctively speeding up his movements and turning around.
With a bang, a steel rod fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.
To his surprise, another tall man appeared from behind, who acted simply and neatly to subdue the person who had just attacked him from behind, and was even about to knock him out with a steel rod, and pressed it on the car.
"Hello, Mr. Fang, so as not to cause misunderstanding, I will explain to you first." The tall man said first, "I am the bodyguard arranged by Young Master Pei by your side. I am also the person entrusted by him to investigate your tracking."
Fang Juexia finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Pei Tingsong's name. His throat was dry and hoarse with a trace of blood.
"This person has been following you for a long time. He has been wandering by your car just now. He was finally caught. He still hurt you a little bit. I'm very sorry."
Fang Juexia supported her back and stood up with difficulty, "It's okay."
Fortunately, Pei Tingsong found someone to follow him, otherwise he would not dare to imagine what would happen after this, but he couldn't think of anyone so vicious.
"Look, do you know this person?" As he said, the private bodyguard twisted the gangster's arms and pulled over to face Fang Juexia.
Fang Juexia had poor eyesight, so she tried to get closer and took a step.
"Let go of me!"
Hearing this sound, his footsteps stopped. The whole person froze in place, unable to move.
He also saw the man's face clearly, he was much older and too thin, but he still recognized it.
"I told you to let me go, don't you understand human words? I'm his dad! Do you think he dare to move me!"
Fang Juexia would never forget how this person pointed at his face, the birthmark on his face.
To put it bluntly, you are a natural failure.