Pei Tingsong, who had nothing to do, was even more bored. Reading books could no longer satisfy his needs, and because he had been preoccupied recently, he secretly ordered a Sudoku book from the Internet. He wanted to learn Fang Juexia's unique emotional management method.
But when he first started, he had no idea how to do it. At one point, he even wanted to search for tutorials on the Internet. Unfortunately, He Ziyan found out about his sneakiness.
"Oh, you're doing Sudoku, little philosopher." He Ziyan was holding the Haagen-Dazs he bought, and his headphones were still hanging around his neck.
Pei Tingsong didn't know why he felt guilty. He covered the Sudoku book with his hand and said, "Aren't you writing songs? Why did you start to slack off? "
"Don't change the subject." He Ziyan deliberately teased him, "Come, let me see how many Sudoku you've filled out."
"Get up, don't sit on my bed."
"Wow, you not only learned Sudoku, but you also learned to be a neat freak." He Ziyan became more and more excited. He opened the window and shouted to the balcony next door, "Teacher Fang, come and help me with Sudoku."
Just like that, everyone knew that Pei Tingsong was doing Sudoku. With the mentality that he had nothing to lose, Pei Tingsong took his Sudoku book and went to Fang Juexia's room. Ling Yi was not there. It was just the two of them.
Fang Juexia had already heard He Ziyan's words. When he turned around, he had a smile on his face. "You're doing Sudoku." He smiled and picked up the book in his hand to show Pei Tingsong, "I'm looking at this."
He seemed to be telling Pei Tingsong, "Look, I'm doing the same stupid thing as you."
His collapsed mentality just now was swept away by Fang Juexia's magnanimous and cute performance. Pei Tingsong put the Sudoku book on the table, lay down on his bed, and looked at him, "Teacher Fang, teach me."
"How can a student lie on the teacher's bed as soon as he asks for guidance?"
Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows. "That's the kind of student I am."
Fang Juexia choked. He was afraid that Pei Tingsong would continue to tease him on this topic, so he had no choice but to compromise. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll teach you."
Pei Tingsong, who was still a student, had also dyed his silver hair back to a low-key dark brown. Since the publicity period was over, he looked much more obedient now.
Fang Juexia pulled him up and took a stool for him to sit down. He taught him all the tricks of Sudoku, such as explicit number pairs, explicit number groups, and the sole remainder solution. He explained each of them thoroughly.
He was very patient, and his voice was gentle and soft. He really did feel like a teacher. From time to time, he would ask him, "Do you understand? It's actually not that difficult. "
Pei Tingsong nodded. He realized that there were so many tricks and tricks in Sudoku. After being taught by Fang Juexia, it was not that boring. Instead, he could analyze some things that were similar to logic. It was no wonder that many mathematicians in history were philosophers at the same time.
He looked at Fang Juexia's serious side profile and could not help but move closer.
Pei Tingsong thought that if he kissed him at this time, it would be a little blasphemous.
But he really wanted to kiss him.
Suddenly, his mobile phone vibrated and disrupted Pei Tingsong's thoughts. He looked down and saw that it was his sister who had never contacted him properly.
A few days ago, his mother, who was indulging in debauchery, called him ten times a day. It was as if she finally remembered that she had given birth to a son in her life. But Pei Tingsong did not pay attention to it at all. He only glanced at the messages that she sent.
The concern was fake. The benefits were real.
Finally, it was his sister's turn. Pei Tingsong knew that her purpose was most likely the opposite of his mother's. Although his sister, who was seven years older than him, was usually cold and arrogant, at least she treated herself as a real person.
"Why aren't you picking up?" Fang Juexia asked.
Pei Tingsong thought for a moment. "My sister. Nothing good can come out of a phone call."
Fang Juexia knew that his family situation was complicated and did not want to interfere. But seeing that Pei Tingsong did not completely refuse to pick up, he seemed to be throwing a tantrum. Fang Juexia pushed him. "It might be something big. Pick it up."
Hearing what he said, Pei Tingsong listlessly picked up the call. He put on his headphones, stood up, and walked a few steps towards the balcony. He spoke in English and squatted in front of a small emerald green garden that Fang Juexia kept. He reached out and fiddled with a small hibiscus that had bloomed into a pink cloud.
Fang Juexia sat quietly at the table and continued to read the book that he had not finished. It was not clear whether it was because his hearing was sharp or because he was too concerned about Pei Tingsong. Fang Juexia was able to detect even the slightest change in his tone.
He felt that he was a little conflicted.
The call was not very long. Pei Tingsong hung up the phone and was still squatting on the balcony. His eyes moved from the small hibiscus to the blue snowflake, and finally landed on the most inconspicuous pot of cactus.
He took the pot of cactus out from the corner and placed it in front of him. He looked at each other without saying a word.
Fang Juexia walked to his side and squatted down with him. He deliberately pretended to make a fuss. "What's wrong with my cactus? Why are the thorns wilting?"
"That's enough." Pei Tingsong knew that he was teasing him and directly told him the truth. "Just now, my sister said that my mother's new British boyfriend is in the publishing business. He indirectly asked my mother to give all the copyrights of my grandfather's works to him."
Although it was very simple, Fang Juexia knew the seriousness of the matter. "How can that be? What if the other party is not reliable? Those are your grandfather's painstaking efforts."
"She can't make the decision because in my grandfather's will, I am the legal heir to all the copyrights of his works." At this point, Pei Tingsong could not help but think of the scene when his grandfather passed away.
It was very chaotic. Everyone's greed was exposed in front of a lonely tombstone. He was only 15 years old and was in the most confused period of his life. He was violent, manic, and pushed the world to the opposite side.
He did not want the inheritance rights. He just wanted his grandfather to come back to life. Yes, this idea was ridiculous.
Pei Tingsong picked up the small kettle and watered the cactus a little. "Just a few days ago, she made a fuss with me every day. She called, sent messages, and even said that she wanted to come and see me in person. I ignored her and went to my sister to make a fuss. She might have gone crazy."
"My sister asked me to go back and stop her from thinking about me. I also want to tidy up the copyrights that I have not managed before so that my grandfather can rest in peace."
Fang Juexia's brain suddenly slowed down. He slowly took the small kettle from Pei Tingsong's hand.
He could not water it anymore. It would spoil his little cactus.
"So you are going back to America, right?"
Pei Tingsong nodded. "I will leave after recording the show tomorrow. It should be settled in a few days." He touched Fang Juexia's head. "Do you want to come with me?"
He wanted to see the place where Pei Tingsong grew up, but now was not the time to do so. He needed to give Pei Tingsong some space and not be unable to deal with his family affairs and disputes because he missed him.
"Next time." Fang Juexia smiled at him. "I want to go when you are not burdened, just like in your dreams."
Although he would not be able to see the old man, at least he would not be in a difficult situation.
Pei Tingsong tilted his head and thought for a while. The corners of his mouth curled up. "Will Teacher Fang bring me back to Guangzhou?"
Fang Juexia did not say anything. He reached out his pinky to Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong did not reach out his finger to hook it. Instead, he looked behind him, then pulled Pei Tingsong over and kissed his pinky.
"I wanted to kiss you just now," he said in a low voice. Then, he hooked his finger with Pei Tingsong's and reached an agreement.
Pei Tingsong left the night after the variety show recording. It was a private trip, so it was not convenient for Fang Juexia to send him off. Before he left, he returned "The Roots of Romanticism" to him so that he could read it when he was bored on the plane.
He did not know if Pei Tingsong would see the annotations he had secretly written, but it felt good. It was as if he was chatting with the Pei Tingsong of the past, and it was a pleasant surprise to discover an Easter egg.
In the past, before he and Pei Tingsong officially opened for business, other than the work that they had to do together, he rarely saw him. He did not think much of it. Every day went on as usual. Every day passed by in a very objective manner.
After Pei Tingsong moved back, they were together almost every day with all the members. Now, Pei Tingsong had only left for a few days, but Fang Juexia felt that it was hard to bear. He wanted to contact him and find out how he was doing on the other side of the ocean. He wanted to know if he was being troubled and if he was eating well.
Who would make things difficult for someone like Pei Tingsong? His worries were a little unnecessary.
After thinking about it carefully, there was no need for so many unnecessary things. He obviously missed him.
The time difference was huge, but Pei Tingsong would call him sooner or later. Most of the time, Fang Juexia was under the blanket. He was either not up or not asleep. After listening to Pei Tingsong talk for a while, the result was that he could not get up or fall asleep.
In order to enrich himself, Fang Juexia returned to the rhythm of practicing like a maniac. Every day, he practiced dance, studied vocal music, and composed. When he came today, there were two trainees dancing in the practice room. They were a little afraid of him. When they saw Fang Juexia, they moved to the side.
Am I that scary? Fang Juexia began to reflect on whether he was too cold in his daily life. At the same time, he also watched the young trainees dance. A child fell to the ground and tried to get up. He could not get up several times.
"You didn't use your strength here." Fang Juexia walked forward and taught him personally. "The core has to be tight. If it's loose here, you won't be able to get up."
The young trainee was a little flattered. He did not expect the popular senior in the company to be so approachable. He rarely smiled.
Fang Juexia worked too hard as a trainee. He made many mistakes and summed up his experience. Therefore, he was more experienced in teaching others.
"Yes, you have to practice your control. Otherwise, it won't look good. "
"Very good. This turn is steadier than before."
Before they knew it, they had spent the whole night in the practice room. It was already very late. The two kids wanted to treat Fang Juexia to a meal, but he refused. "How can I let you treat me?"
There was no one on the road. Seeing the two children leave the company, Fang Juexia also turned to the underground parking lot and prepared to drive back to the dormitory.
The parking lot was not very bright. The bleak white light shone directly on the gray concrete floor. Everything was quiet and lifeless. Fang Juexia squinted and walked in the direction of his car. Night blindness affected his vision. He found his car with great difficulty. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard footsteps.
The long-lost feeling of being followed appeared again.
His heart suddenly jumped. Even though he was already so sensitive, before he could turn around, someone had already slammed him into the wall from behind. His lower back hurt, and his forehead hit the white wall directly. In an instant, he felt dizzy and his head felt dizzy.
This could not be an illegitimate child.
Fang Juexia supported himself with his hands on the ground. He was in so much pain that he frowned. At that moment, he vaguely saw a shadow on the wall. It was a human figure holding a slender object. It was about to hit him. Fang Juexia nimbly dodged to the side. His instincts made him move faster and he turned around.
With a clang, a steel rod fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.
To his surprise, a tall man appeared behind him. He swiftly subdued the person who had attacked him from behind and was about to knock him out with a steel rod and pressed him against the car.
"Hello, Mr. Fang. To avoid any misunderstandings, I'll explain it to you first." The tall man spoke first. "I'm the bodyguard that Young Master Pei arranged to be by your side. I was also entrusted by him to investigate the matter of you being followed."
Hearing Pei Tingsong's name, Fang Juexia finally heaved a sigh of relief. His throat was dry and hoarse. There was a hint of blood.
"This person has been following you for a long time. He was hovering beside your car just now. He was finally caught and hurt you. I'm very sorry."
Fang Juexia supported his back and stood up with difficulty. "It's okay."
Fortunately, Pei Tingsong had sent someone to follow him. Otherwise, he did not dare to imagine what would happen next. However, he could not think of anyone who could be so vicious.
"Look, do you know this person?" As he spoke, the private bodyguard grabbed the criminal's arms and pulled him over to face Fang Juexia.
Fang Juexia's eyesight was not good, so he tried to get closer and took a step forward.
"Let go of me!"
However, when he heard this voice, he stopped in his tracks. He froze on the spot, unable to move.
He also saw this person's face clearly. He was much older and skinnier, but he could still recognize him.
"I told you to let go of me. Don't you understand human language? I'm his father! Let's see if he dares to touch me! "
For the rest of his life, Fang Juexia would never forget how the man had pointed at his face and the birthmark on it.
He said with certainty that he was a natural failure.
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