The test in the sky confused Fang Juexia. The rope was untied, and his feet returned to the ground. Every step he took was still in the clouds, rising and falling, deep and shallow.
"How do you feel now?" Pei Tingsong walked up to him. "Are you not so scared anymore?"
Scared.
After this ordeal, he finally figured out the importance of these dangers. There was nothing more dangerous than Pei Tingsong. He was the biggest and most uncontrollable risk.
"Much better," Fang Juexia looked at the shadow on the ground and answered.
His memory of the rest of the trip to the amusement park was blurry. Half of his soul seemed to still be in the air twenty meters away. He seemed to have only participated in the fun and activities in a daze. Even the director joked that Fang Juexia was scared out of his wits. Later, more and more fans came to watch, and they had to end the shoot early.
After a day of fun, everyone was very happy. Lu Yuan went back to the company to meet the choreographer. He Ziyan went back with him to discuss the arrangement of the song. Jiang Miao's sister's birthday was coming soon. He asked Ling Yi to accompany him to buy gifts, order a cake, and prepare a surprise.
Fang Juexia's plan was to go back to the dormitory, take a shower, rest for an hour, and then go to the studio to practice dancing. But when he came out, only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. Pei Tingsong was about the same as him. He had just taken a shower and was wearing white cotton pajamas. He took out a bottle of ice water from the fridge and gulped it down.
He hadn't recovered from his cold, and he was wearing so little.
He didn't say these words out loud, because it didn't seem to have anything to do with him. Fang Juexia closed the bathroom door and went straight to the bedroom. He helped Ling Yi pick up the Minion doll on the floor and put it on the table. Then he went to bed.
The orange light of dusk climbed onto his dark blue quilt from the balcony. He set an alarm and curled up under the quilt. The aftereffects of flying at high altitudes were the most obvious when one closed their eyes. It was very uncomfortable. He turned over and buried his head in the pillow. He wanted to reduce the weightlessness and dizziness, but it didn't work.
[You're an adult now, brother.]
The sound of the Pei Tingsong kept ringing in his ears. His heart was in turmoil, and he could not sleep peacefully.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Fang Juexia turned his head and saw a pair of long legs beside his bed. He was a little frightened and subconsciously pulled the blanket up to cover his head.
"What are you doing?" Pei Tingsong wanted to pull the blanket off him. "I thought you were asleep."
"It's time to sleep," Fang Juexia said in a muffled voice.
"Have you forgotten what you promised me?"
Yes. He had really forgotten. He was confused by bungee jumping and the so-called coming of age ceremony.
Fang Juexia was afraid of facing Pei Tingsong, but every time he tossed and turned restlessly in bed, Pei Tingsong would appear. He always had a strong reason, so he could not avoid it.
He gave up struggling and let Pei Tingsong pull the blanket away. He squinted his eyes and saw Pei Tingsong and the medical kit he was carrying.
He was getting more and more delicate. In the past, when he was bleeding, he would not let anyone bandage him.
Forget it. No matter what, he was the one who bit him. He had to take some responsibility. Fang Juexia lifted the blanket and sat up cross-legged. He took the medical kit and rummaged through it to find the medicine for oral ulcers. He tried to be as calm as possible. "Sit down."
Pei Tingsong sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed that a lock of hair was sticking up on his head. He looked silly.
"You're sleeping now. Aren't you going to sleep tonight?"
Found it. Fang Juexia took out the box of medicine and shook it. "I'll sleep for a while before going to the practice room. I won't be back tonight."
"Aren't you afraid of hurting your waist if you practice like this every day?"
"I already have a waist injury," Fang Juexia said casually. He took out a thin cotton swab and dipped it in the powder.
However, Pei Tingsong didn't feel too good about it. He had been with Fang Juexia for two years, and he didn't even know about Fang Juexia's injury. He glanced at his waist and suddenly thought of the way he saw him change his clothes in the apartment. Pei Tingsong looked away. "Then you need to rest more."
"Everyone wants to rest. But when it comes to dancing, one day of rest will slow your body. If you rest too much, you will rust and become stupid on stage. "He moved closer." Stick out your tongue. "
Pei Tingsong did as he was told. Fang Juexia was afraid of blocking the light. He tilted his head and moved closer. His eyes were fixed on the small white spot on the tip of his tongue. It was the source of all evil. Fang Juexia had a strange feeling when he thought about how the small white dot was formed by his teeth and then melted. He could not describe it.
He could not think too deeply about it. He was also afraid of returning to the night of the incident.
The cotton swab dipped in the powder was gently and slowly applied. Seeing the tip of his tongue retract, Fang Juexia looked up to observe Pei Tingsong's expression. "Does it hurt?"
Pei Tingsong retracted his tongue and looked at the person in front of him in a daze. He felt that he had made a wrong decision. He clearly wanted to tease Fang Juexia, but now he was the one who was uneasy. When he saw Fang Juexia lying on the bed, he would subconsciously walk lightly. When he heard him mention his waist injury, he would feel guilty and worried.
When he saw him look up, his heart would palpitate. The dusk made his eyelashes look translucent and flickering slightly.
What touched the tip of his tongue was not some miraculous elixir, but a butterfly that was as light as the wind. It paused for a moment and flew away.
"Does it hurt?" Fang Juexia asked again.
Pei Tingsong blinked in panic. "A little."
"Bear with it for a while."
He had to stick out his tongue again and look at the face in front of him. When Fang Juexia was serious, his brows would furrow slightly and his lips would open slightly. He could vaguely see the moist insides of his mouth. That was a familiar place. After all, he had explored it before.
Pei Tingsong felt that he should bear with it, so he tried to divert his gaze.
The tip of his tongue was stimulated by the powder, and it felt like a thin needle piercing his heart. He gradually became addicted to this subtle pain. Fang Juexia's shower gel smelled good. It was clean and comfortable, like an anesthetic.
Even though Pei Tingsong had seen many open and free ways of making friends, he knew that friends should not kiss, let alone kiss deeply. Being friends should be simple and natural. They should talk, chat, understand each other's preferences and lifestyles, share joy and pain. They should not have any burdens when they were together. When they hugged, it was like the left hand holding the right hand. This was what a friend should be.
But alcohol took turns to take their minds. Accidental kiss, accidental kiss, repeated over and over again. This friendship seemed to be impure from the beginning.
But he really felt that Fang Juexia was a good person and really wanted to build a friendship with him.
His gaze drifted back. Pei Tingsong accidentally saw the collar of Fang Juexia's pajamas hanging down. It was white and clear. He retracted the tip of his tongue and turned his head to cough a few times.
"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Fang Juexia asked.
Pei Tingsong straightened his body unnaturally and helped Fang Juexia's shoulders up. "Don't bend your waist. Isn't it sore?"
Fang Juexia also sat up straight and said calmly, "Why do you always care about my waist?"
"Who cares about your waist?" Pei Tingsong did not admit it and raised his voice.
His clothes were too loose and he could see it clearly when he lowered his head. When he changed his clothes, he did not know how to avoid it and often used that kind of gaze to look at others without any self-awareness.
Pei Tingsong seemed to have found a way to vent as he criticized Fang Juexia's many sins. Yes, it was all his fault. If Fang Juexia had not been drunk and kissed him at the beginning. He would not have returned it when he was drunk. Without the entanglement of lips and tongues, he would not be entangled in the purity of friendship.
He had been unrestrained since he was young and did not care about anything. But now, he had to worry about these small things.
It was all Fang Juexia's fault.
"Okay." The ignorant initiator gently fanned himself with his palm to relieve the pain on the tip of Pei Tingsong's tongue. "Drink more water and take some vitamins." As he spoke, he lowered his head to find Vitamin B and Vitamin C from the box and stuffed them into Pei Tingsong's hands along with the medicinal powder.
He did not want to apply the medicine himself. He wanted Fang Juexia to apply it for him.
"Apply this medicine three times a day. You can also apply it if the pain is too bad."
But what was his position? They were both adults.
"Okay."
Hearing Pei Tingsong's words, Fang Juexia was a little surprised. It was rare for him to be so obedient.
"Go to sleep." Pei Tingsong stood up to take the medicine box, but he heard Fang Juexia say behind him, "I don't think I can sleep well either. My head is dizzy and it's very uncomfortable when I close my eyes. "
Pei Tingsong said, "Maybe it's the aftereffect of being afraid of heights. You might dream of being in a high place when you sleep, and then it'll be even more uncomfortable. Don't sleep now. Find something to do to relax. "
With that, he left. Fang Juexia's room suddenly became empty. He simply got up, walked to the balcony, and picked up the kettle to water his plants. He bought a cactus by the roadside a long time ago. It was not spherical, but long. He squatted down and plucked the thorns on the cactus.
He rarely watered it before and never cared about it. Fang Juexia raised the kettle and watered it a little. He did not dare to pour too much.
Do something to relax.
Fang Juexia took out his Sudoku book and sat on the lazy sofa on the balcony. He faced the remaining sunset and did the questions. This method of calming down and concentrating had been tried and tested many times before. Holding the pen, the numbers gradually swayed and jumped in the blank space.
Was he too tired recently?
He closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes swept across the first row and column, trying to figure out the answer. But he would unconsciously be distracted, and his soul would suddenly fall out of control.
When he came back to his senses, something had already been written on the book. It was not a number, but a person's name.
Pei Tingsong returned to his room and turned on his computer. He wanted to finish writing the lyrics that he had not finished before, but when he opened it, he saw the fjx folder. He could not help but open it again and put on his headphones to play his lyrical demo.
He had never written the lyrics of a love song, and was too lazy to write one. Most of the lyrics of love songs were unoriginal in his eyes. He chewed on two or three lines of clichés, and there was no essence left, only dregs.
But this song was a love song.
Even if it was not a love song, he could still hear the feeling of a love song.
Pei Tingsong held the pen and quietly listened to Fang Juexia's voice. Suddenly, the image of him smiling in the sunny amusement park appeared in front of his eyes. He said to him, "This is your first time, are you happy?"
The sound of the piano and the humming slowly flowed. He subconsciously controlled the pen and wrote on the paper.
[The wonderland of dreams is wonderful and varied.
Wooden horses chase, old dreams come true.
Sunlight is a bonus.
Leave a kiss mark at the corner of his eye for me.]
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