It came too quickly.
He really couldn't do bad things. If he did, he would definitely be caught.
Fang Juexia quickly put on his pajamas. The buttons were almost dislocated. His hands trembled as he swore in his heart that he would never buy pajamas with buttons again.
There were no large wardrobes in this hotel suite, and the bed was a solid bed. There was no space under the sofa, and it didn't look like there was a place to hide someone.
Balcony …
No, no, the sun was too strong. It was too cold.
Fang Juexia thought about it and could only push Pei Tingsong into the bathroom.
"Lock the door," Fang Juexia whispered and wanted to run away, but Pei Tingsong grabbed him. "Hey, my clothes."
"Oh, right. Wait a minute."
His pajamas were strewn all over the floor. Fang Juexia turned around and quickly picked them up. He opened the bathroom door and stuffed them into Pei Tingsong's hands. The knocking on the door was still going on. Fang Juexia panicked and could only remind Pei Tingsong again, "Don't make a sound."
He didn't know if it was because he was too guilty or something else, but he felt that there were too many traces in the room. So, he opened all the windows.
Although the hotel room had its own air purification system, he was still worried. He took out a bottle of perfume from his suitcase, sprayed it a few times, and waved his hand.
"Juexia? Are you asleep again? "
Fang Juexia took a deep breath, put on his slippers, and ran to the entrance. He tried very hard to prepare a yawn and pretended to be sleepy as he opened the door.
"My little ancestor, you finally opened the door. I thought I wouldn't be able to wake you up again." Cheng Qiang walked into the room with his laptop. "How are you? Do you still feel uncomfortable? "
Fang Juexia shook his head guiltily and closed the door. He glanced at the closed bathroom door. "… I'm much better." He took two steps forward and led Cheng Qiang to the sofa. "Brother, have a seat. Do you want some water?"
"I don't want to drink anymore. I drank a big glass of water when I got up." Cheng Qiang put the notebook on the coffee table. He seemed to feel that something was not right. He stretched his neck and frowned. "Why does your room smell like …"
Did he find out? Fang Juexia nervously grabbed his trousers.
"… It smells so good." After speaking, Cheng Qiang sneezed. "Did you spray perfume?"
Fang Juexia breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah … Yes, when I came in, it smelled like cigarettes......"
Cheng Qiang turned his head and looked around. "I think so too. Your windows are all open. The balcony is also open. Isn't it cold to sleep at night? "As he spoke, he got up and closed the window in front of the sofa.
"It's okay. It's not very cold." As he spoke, Fang Juexia sat down next to him. He wanted to quickly resolve the endorsement deal and get this big shot to leave. "Chang Ge, what endorsement deal were you talking about?"
"Oh, right, right. I almost forgot about the most urgent matter." Cheng Qiang pushed the laptop screen in front of him. "This sports brand is looking for you and Xiao Pei to endorse." He got angry just thinking about it. "Where did this guy go? He disappeared so early in the morning. No one can control him."
Fang Juexia cleared his throat. "It's okay. Let's talk about it first."
Cheng Qiang sighed and continued, "Actually, this is considered an emergency. Previously, they were looking for an A-list actor, but it seems like they didn't come to an agreement. At the critical moment of the launch of the new product, the collaboration fell apart. Now, they are anxious to find a new spokesperson. The two of you have been very popular recently and have been on several popular variety shows. They contacted me early in the morning and called me when I didn't see their emails."
Fang Juexia had always trusted Cheng Qiang and wasn't picky when it came to work. "Brother, do you think it's okay? If it's okay, I'm fine with it. You can decide. "
"I think it's pretty good. A top sports brand's endorsers are all popular people. Although it's only one series, it's pretty good. They have never looked for a male group to endorse. Moreover, they said that if the group's sales are good, they will consider letting the entire group endorse the next season's new series targeted at younger users. "
When he heard that the entire group would endorse, Fang Juexia was even more satisfied. "Okay, I'm okay with it."
"Okay." Cheng Qiang still wanted to say something, but his computer chimed. It was the sound of an email. "Hey, they sent the electronic version of the contract to us for confirmation. Let me take a look."
Fang Juexia nodded and turned to look at the bathroom. Then, he turned back and said, "Aren't you going to ask Xiao Pei?"
Cheng Qiang looked at the contract seriously. "Why should I ask him?"
"To confirm the working hours, the endorsement fee, and so on."
"Forget it. This little endorsement fee isn't even enough for the Little Devil to buy a good watch." Cheng Qiang looked up and did an impromptu imitation. "Xiao Pei, what kind of job is there? Are you going?" After that, he turned to the other side and imitated Pei Tingsong's smug expression. "Not going, not doing, don't care."
Fang Juexia's phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw that it was Pei Tingsong himself.
[Heng Zhen Style: It's not right to speak ill of others behind their backs!]
Wasn't that the truth?
Just as he was about to reply, Cheng Qiang turned to look at him. Fang Juexia quickly grabbed his phone, afraid that he would be seen. Fortunately, he wasn't. Cheng Qiang just shook his head. "If you ask him, he's not going. I'm too lazy to ask him. When the time comes, I'll just drag him to sign the contract. Isn't this the same every time?"
Fang Juexia could almost imagine Pei Tingsong's expression of rejection. He couldn't help but smile.
Cheng Qiang caught a glimpse of it and was very proud. "Oh, not bad. I actually made you laugh today."
Realizing that his emotions were becoming more and more obvious, Fang Juexia cleared his throat and said, "No, I just feel that it's quite hard for you to take care of us."
"It's not bad. I'm just enjoying the feeling of being a stay-at-home dad in advance." Cheng Qiang finished reading the contract. "Okay, there's no problem. Wait for me to sign it. I'll confirm some details later."
Fang Juexia nodded obediently. "Okay."
The endorsement had been confirmed and the contract had been read. It should be over.
"Are you still sleepy? If you're still tired, then sleep a little more. I also need to go back and catch up on some sleep. I've been exhausted these past few days. I still have to go out and discuss some matters with the television station later. " Cheng Qiang yawned. "Oh right, Ling Yi and the rest went hiking. They said that they might go shopping and eat at night. If you want to go out after you've slept enough, then let them know. It's better if everyone goes together."
Fang Juexia agreed. "I'll rest a little more. My head is still a little dizzy."
"Okay." Cheng Qiang picked up his laptop and stood up as if preparing to leave. Fang Juexia followed closely behind him, wanting to send him off as soon as possible. Although the start wasn't smooth, at least it was more daunting than dangerous.
When they were about to reach the entrance, Cheng Qiang stopped and turned around. He looked at Fang Juexia and pointed at his mouth. "Juexia, have you been a little heaty recently? Look at your red lips and they're a little swollen. What's wrong? Don't you need some herbal tea to cool your body down? "
Fang Juexia's ears were burning. He licked his lips and tried his best to explain awkwardly. "Maybe … Yes, the private kitchen yesterday was too spicy. My mouth hurt and I'm a little heaty. It's okay, I'll drink more water later. I'll be fine after drinking some water …"
"Yes, drink more water." Cheng Qiang turned around. He was a few steps away from the door when he suddenly turned back. "Hey, now that you mention it, I drank a little too much water." He placed the laptop in Fang Juexia's hands. "Let me borrow your bathroom for a while."
"Hey, hey, brother! No. "Fang Juexia quickly ran to the bathroom door and blocked it, blinking his eyes.
Cheng Qiang was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"That …" Fang Juexia swallowed. "… Oh no, the toilet can't be flushed. I can't use it."
He felt that he was simply too quick-witted. He was getting better at making up lies.
"Really?" Cheng Qiang stopped what he was doing. "Okay, then I'll go back. Fortunately, I can still hold it in." He took the laptop from Fang Juexia's hands. "Remember to call the front desk for warranty."
As he walked out, Cheng Qiang complained, "Such an expensive hotel with such poor facilities."
"Bye bye, Chang Ge." Fang Juexia leaned against the door frame and poked his head out. He was completely relieved when Cheng Qiang turned the corner and disappeared. He quickly closed the door and sat down on the floor, letting out a long sigh of relief.
He had followed the rules for so many years and had done all the exciting things with Pei Tingsong.
Hearing that there was no movement, Pei Tingsong quietly opened the bathroom door a crack and took a peek. When he came out, he saw Fang Juexia sitting on the floor in a daze. "He left?"
"Hmm, he's finally gone." Fang Juexia let out a sigh.
Pei Tingsong squatted in front of him and stroked Fang Juexia's head like he was petting a cat. "How are you so smart? You even managed to fool him. You're really amazing. "
It was obviously a compliment, but Fang Juexia felt that it was teasing him. He slapped his hand away and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
He was really becoming more and more like a cat. Pei Tingsong followed behind him and squeezed in front of him to brush their teeth together. Fang Juexia didn't say anything on the surface. He brushed his teeth silently, but his heart was throbbing.
Waking up in the same bed with the person you liked and washing up shoulder to shoulder was a heartwarming scene that seemed unreal. It was like a scene that only appeared in romance movies.
However, Pei Tingsong was much more troublesome than the main characters in those movies. One moment, he said that it was inconvenient for him to wash his face with one hand. The next moment, he asked Pei Tingsong to help him shave his beard.
Pei Tingsong only stopped when Fang Juexia said to him seriously, "You're really childish." He stopped very quickly and obediently washed his face.
Fang Juexia thought of a question that he had seen on Zhihu before. "What is it like to be in a relationship with a boy who is younger than you?"
At that time, he had only glanced at it briefly. He didn't know why such a real-life question would appear on the front page, which was full of math-related topics.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed like he could answer it anonymously.
Fang Juexia's face was white and clean. There were even some water droplets on it. He looked like a person made of glutinous rice. After brushing his teeth, his lips were even redder. It was probably the result of the peppermint. Pei Tingsong stared at him for a while. He remembered that he had heard Cheng Qiang say that his lips were too red in the bathroom, so he couldn't help but tease him.
"Your lips are really red."
As soon as he said that, Fang Juexia turned his head and glared at him. Although he didn't say anything, the words "it's all your fault" were written all over his face. After that, he walked straight out of the bathroom.
Pei Tingsong couldn't help but smile. He walked out, drew the curtains, and pushed Fang Juexia onto the bed. "I don't think you studied mathematics. You studied face-changing."
Fang Juexia pushed him with his hand. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You were so obedient last night. You did whatever I said. Now that you've woken up, you're turning your back on me. I'm so pitiful."
Shameless. Fang Juexia's mind was filled with these words. He pushed him even harder, but he still couldn't move him. Instead, he was dragged onto the bed. The quilt was lifted, and like a falling cloud, it covered their bodies and covered their heads. The sunlight seeped in through the fabric and fibers, weaving a warm filter.
They faced each other, forehead to forehead. Fang Juexia's heart was beating wildly. He thought that Pei Tingsong was going to do something. He almost closed his eyes subconsciously, but then he heard him say in a low voice, "I had a dream last night."
"A dream?" Fang Juexia looked at him.
Pei Tingsong's eyebrows relaxed. Although he looked very aggressive, his eyes were very gentle. "Yes. I dreamed that I brought you back to my house to see my grandfather. He seemed to know that you were coming, and he even cooked for you. " Pei Tingsong pursed his lips. "His cooking is terrible. You know, he's someone who has never suffered before. Cooking is a disaster."
Fang Juexia wanted to laugh. He wanted to say that Pei Tingsong was the same, but then he thought about it. Pei Tingsong might have suffered a lot. He was the young master who jumped out of the window and drove away from home, only to be caught again.
"He made you a plate of quinoa smoked salmon salad that looked very … messy. He also made a Wellington steak that had never been successful before, but you ate it with relish!"
He had an incredulous expression on his face, and habitually said, "Unbelievable." He frowned and then smiled, as if he was describing something that had really happened. Fang Juexia was fascinated. He leaned closer, almost touching the tip of Pei Tingsong's nose. "And then?"
"And then, he liked you very much. He repeatedly said," Pei Tingsong imitated his grandfather's voice, imitating the old man's accent. "You\ 'recute. When you praised his cooking, he was very surprised and kept saying,' Really? '. He laughed so happily that he even lost his grip on his crutches. "
Fang Juexia was fascinated and laughed as well. It was as if he had really gone to the place where Pei Tingsong grew up and met the only family member who had accompanied him. The old man who had brought him to see the world and provided him with cultural nourishment and spiritual support.
As he laughed, his eyes began to sting. He had heard that Pei Tingsong's grandfather had passed away a long time ago, and he had heard it from others.
Therefore, they were actually people from two different worlds. He could not see the old man, could not see him working clumsily in the kitchen like Pei Tingsong, and could not see his expression of longing for praise.
He could only fulfill an incomplete dream in his dreams.
"What's wrong with you?" Pei Tingsong stared into Fang Juexia's eyes. "Are you going to cry?"
"No." Fang Juexia's eyes widened. His eyes were covered with a layer of water, beautiful like glass beads, but he tried hard to hold it in and not let it fall. "I'm not."
Pei Tingsong laughed. It was really strange. This person was so strong, and sometimes even had a heart of stone, but he was overflowing with emotions because of a dream.
He used to think that this person was cold and hard, emotionless, expressionless, and indifferent to everything, including his own matters. He was so cold and stubborn that he did not seem like a living being. But he was wrong.
Fang Juexia was not ice. He was innocent, intelligent, and had the world's most gentle and romantic soul. In order to persist and protect his soft self, he created such a hard layer of ice.
Pei Tingsong lifted his chin and kissed Fang Juexia's eyes. "He also told you a story, a story that he told me."
"What story?" Fang Juexia was curious.
"He took out a book of poems that he had shown me before and showed it to you. He said that he wrote it when he was young for the girl he had a crush on. He said that he regretted it very much. He did not really pursue her, but secretly wrote poems. Poems don't grow legs. Can't he run over and read it to the other party himself? Did he write it for God to see? That's why his first love came to an end. "
Fang Juexia's focus was a little strange. "That book of poems, can you show it to me in the future?"
Pei Tingsong laughed. "That's not the point, right, Fang Juexia?"
Hearing the words "kid," Fang Juexia frowned again, but he felt that he had found the wrong point. Perhaps it was the difference in their way of thinking, so he asked sincerely, "Then what's the point?"
"When he told me before, it was to tell me that I must be brave. Only brave people can get the most precious rewards."
After saying that, he kissed Fang Juexia's birthmark. "This little old man is right. You are my reward."
Fang Juexia could only laugh and could not say anything else. Every time this happened, he seemed to have lost the ability to express himself and could only respond with his actions. So he hugged Pei Tingsong and pressed his body against the stuffy quilt.
"Now I'm a little worried." Pei Tingsong hugged him and sighed.
"Worried about what?" Fang Juexia was puzzled by the sudden change in topic.
"My grandfather expressed that he was very satisfied with the reward I received in heaven. He even sent me a dream." After saying that, he was not sure if he had used the right word. "It was a dream, right?"
Fang Juexia nodded. "Yes." Why would he nod if it was not right?
Before he could figure it out, Pei Tingsong had already continued. "But your grandfather is not easy to deal with. What should I do? Will he point a gun at me?"
Fang Juexia let out a long sigh. "The possibility is very low. After all, he doesn't have a gun."
"That's an exaggeration!" Pei Tingsong sighed again. "He must think that the reward is very bad. No, he might even think that I'm a punishment from God."
Fang Juexia suddenly laughed and felt that it was very appropriate. So he hugged Pei Tingsong's neck and said, "Punishment is punishment. I like punishment."
This sentence was quickly grasped by the literary expert Pei Tingsong. "That's what you said. So you like to play with punishment. That's pretty good."
"What …"
"I've seen the moon. Can I still see the sun, brother?"
"Shut up. Don't talk. Shut up."
The two of them fooled around in bed for a few hours. Like all ordinary lovers in the world, they exchanged intimate intimacy for inner peace. They even felt that lazing in bed was very interesting. When they were hungry, they called for the hotel's food to be delivered. As they ate, they watched Nordic literary films that Pei Tingsong liked very much.
Fang Juexia was not a person who liked to waste time. For more than 20 years of his life, he had been chasing after time. Every minute and every second passed by was incomparably tense. But now he felt relaxed and loved the feeling of having time to waste. As long as Pei Tingsong was by his side, he would find it interesting even if he told stories of various philosophers and their romantic histories.
Just as Pei Tingsong was talking about the love and hatred between Schopenhauer and his mother, Fang Juexia's cell phone kept vibrating. It was a call from Ling Yi. They had come down from the mountain and were preparing to go shopping and eat local snacks. They wanted to ask Fang Juexia to come along.
"Want to go?"
Pei Tingsong stretched and ate the last piece of biscuit. "Let's go."
But Pei Tingsong did not dare to go back to his room. From Fang Juexia's suitcase, he found a loose brown long-sleeved shirt and loose black sweatpants and put them on. "It looks good."
Fang Juexia had just changed into his own clothes, a black hoodie. He turned around and praised him seriously. "It looks good."
"What about the shoes?" Pei Tingsong stretched out his feet. "My feet are bigger than yours."
Fang Juexia's eyes lit up. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched the palm of his right hand. "I'm wearing a pair of sports shoes that are a little too big. I like to wear big shoes recently."
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? You want me to wear your clothes? Scheming. "
Fang Juexia put on his socks with a cold face. "You can also wear hotel slippers when you go out."
They both put on their hats. Fang Juexia even put on a baseball cap and a mask. His face was almost completely covered. As soon as they left the hotel, they hailed a taxi and went to the place where Ling Yi had agreed to meet. It was hard to find the place after many twists and turns. When they arrived, it was already dark.
It was a street that was neither too long nor too wide. Both sides of the street were crowded with stalls and shops. The villains who walked through the street were all speaking the local dialect. The food was steaming hot, and the warm lights made everything look delicious.
The scene of meeting with his teammates was like a gangster meeting. Each one of them was more tightly wrapped than the other, and they were even exchanging strange signals.
Lu Yuan had his back to He Ziyan. "Number Two, Number Two, is Number Two still there?"
He Ziyan pulled his collar. "Reporting, we've found Kaleidoscope Four and Kaleidoscope Six. Over."
Pei Tingsong slapped He Ziyan's face with his paw. "What kind of stupid skit are you doing?"
Lu Yuan immediately showed a frightened face. "There's a mole. Terminate the deal."
"Hahahahaha!"
Ling Yi was a foodie. He took the guide to find the most authentic food on the Internet. Although Fang Juexia couldn't eat most of the food, the milk tea was delicious. He drank everyone's order, and they were all delicious.
He wanted to eat well all the way, but he didn't expect to be recognized by a fan. The fan didn't dare to go up and disturb them. After all, it was rare to see a handsome man on the street, let alone six. They didn't dare to go up and ask for autographs. They only dared to take photos quietly. At first, they were secretly taking photos. After all, at that time, Pei Tingsong was squatting on the side of the street, sucking the last few pearls stuck in the milk tea like a delinquent. Fang Juexia was standing next to him, wearing headphones and eating a piece of sliced watermelon to relieve the spiciness. He turned his head and talked to Ling Yi, who was eating roasted butter.
They were standing on the opposite side of the street, separated by a pedestrian street. They were even hiding behind a telephone pole. Who knew that the main character, Pei Tingsong, would discover them. He looked up with a fierce gaze and pointed his finger at them. Just as the fans' hearts were in their throats, he deliberately used a knife to cut his own neck.
"Brother, we were wrong!" The fans begged for mercy.
Pei Tingsong naturally leaned on Fang Juexia's leg. "100,000 yuan per ticket. Give me the money."
Unexpectedly, another fan said, "God, you're so cheap."
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