When Pei Tingsong woke up, he was surprised to find that he had shed some tears. He felt embarrassed. As they slept, they changed their positions. Instead of hugging each other face to face, he wrapped his arms around Fang Juexia's back. Fang Juexia's extended arms were pillowed under his neck.
They were like two inseparable petals of a bud, tightly pressed against each other.
Fang Juexia was still in a deep sleep. Pei Tingsong gently pulled his arms out, but he did not wake him up. When he got out of bed, he saw a small wet spot on his pillow. Pei Tingsong wiped it with his hand, then turned it over and hid it, pretending that nothing had happened.
He was very hungry. He could not eat anything on the plane, but the apartment was as empty as his stomach. So he changed his clothes, put on a hat and a mask, and went downstairs. He slept for two to three hours. From dusk to night, the supermarket had changed its doors, so he could only go to the convenience store to buy some things.
Ever since he was young, Pei Tingsong had never thought of taking care of others. It was always others who took care of him. Some took care of him because they loved him, such as his grandfather. Some took care of him because of work.
But when he stepped into the convenience store, all he could think about was Fang Juexia. When he walked to the snack section, he thought, What does Fang Juexia like to eat? He seemed to like to eat candy. So he bought many kinds of candy, especially the popular ones that had a small piece of paper with the word "hot" on it. He put them all into the basket.
There was also the Wangzai milk that he used to feel sick of, but now it seemed to be his first choice.
There were no fresh fruits and vegetables in the convenience store. Pei Tingsong could only buy salad and oden. When he was paying, the shop assistant said, "You can try our summer limited edition coffee smoothie. It's very delicious."
"I won't be able to sleep if I drink it at night," Pei Tingsong said casually.
"Ah … That's true." The shop assistant smiled awkwardly and continued to pay. But Pei Tingsong suddenly said, "I want two cups. Please help me pack them."
He did not know what time it was when he woke up, so he definitely would not be able to sleep.
He came out of the convenience store with a big bag of snacks. There was a flower shop next to him. He had never seen a flower shop here, even though he had lived here for so long.
The lady boss was arranging the bouquet inside. Her careful and serious look reminded him of Fang Juexia. Every day, Fang Juexia would squat on his small balcony, sometimes spending the whole afternoon there. Ming Ming loved cleanliness. For his Little Blossom, she often had mud on her hands and would wash her hands for more than ten minutes.
Seeing a tall boy standing at the door for a long time, the lady boss couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to buy flowers?"
Pei Tingsong did not have this thought at first, but when he saw the bouquet beside the lady boss's hand, there seemed to be a bellflower in the middle, so he nodded.
"What do you want to buy? Do you need recommendations? " The lady boss was a middle-aged woman with a soft voice. She asked him a question while arranging the flower arrangement in her hands. "Are you giving it to someone?"
She did not look like someone who would recognize him, or perhaps it was because Pei Tingsong was wrapped up too tightly.
"Yes." Pei Tingsong walked in and stared at the bouquet.
"You must be giving it to your girlfriend. How about roses? This season's roses and pink dahlias are very beautiful. Oh, there's also evening jade. "
Pei Tingsong shook his head and pointed at the bouquet. "I want this. A big bouquet of white bellflowers."
"You like this." The lady boss happily took out the fresh bellflowers. There were so many that she almost couldn't hold it. Pei Tingsong said that it was enough.
"This flower is very good. It's beautiful and has tenacious vitality. It can bloom for more than ten days if you put it in the water. It's not delicate at all."
It was really beautiful and not delicate. It was Fang Juexia.
"I'll make a bow for you. Your girlfriend will definitely like it."
After paying, Pei Tingsong stopped the lady boss's actions. "No, it's fine. My boyfriend will do it when I go back."
After saying that, he left with a large bouquet of bellflowers that could bury him, leaving the lady boss, who was still confused, wondering if he was her boyfriend or girlfriend.
There was an old lady selling vegetables on the street. She was sitting on the ground. There were not many vegetables left. There were only a few tomatoes, loofah, and some lettuce left. Pei Tingsong walked past her, but after a few steps, he turned around and bought all the vegetables. He even urged her to go home quickly.
When they got into the elevator, Pei Tingsong was exhausted. He put everything on the floor of the elevator, except for the bouquet of flowers, which he held tightly.
When he reached home, he put everything down, changed into slippers and went straight to the bedroom. Sure enough, Fang Juexia was still sleeping, but when he heard the noise, he seemed to wake up. He looked up, his eyes half-closed, like a baby chick in the clouds, in a daze.
In a trance, he forgot that he and Fang Juexia were in the same boy band. He forgot about the dazzling stage and the flashing lights. They were like the most ordinary couple in the city. They lived an ordinary life, fell in love, and were immersed in everyday life.
"You're awake?" Pei Tingsong walked over and leaned in front of him. He kissed him on the left cheek and then the right cheek. Fang Juexia snorted. He stretched his arm lazily, drew a small circle in the air, and finally put his hand on Pei Tingsong's shoulder. Pei Tingsong brought back a little smell of rain. It mixed with the smell of sage on his clothes. It was very summery.
"You went out." He rubbed his eyes. "Where did you go?"
"I went downstairs and bought some things." Pei Tingsong liked to see him when he just woke up. He would be especially soft under the quilt for a while, and his face would be pink.
Fang Juexia was not used to lazing in bed, so he got up as he spoke. As soon as he went out, he saw the flowers on the table and a lot of things he bought. He knew that Pei Tingsong was a young master, but he couldn't help but laugh at him. "Why did you buy so many flowers? There aren't so many vases for you to put them in. "
"There's nowhere to put them." Pei Tingsong opened a wine cabinet in the kitchen. It was full of clean and beautiful glasses. He took them out one by one in a fit of pique. "These can all be put in. I have plenty of glasses to put flowers in."
Fang Juexia laughed at him for being childish, but Pei Tingsong didn't stop talking. "There's also a pool."
"There's a pool, right?" Fang Juexia thought of the swimming pool fish case that Pei Tingsong talked about before he went to bed.
"Anyway, I can afford to raise these flowers. They're all my flowers."
"Okay." Fang Juexia dragged the last syllable and was especially gentle. He saw that some of the vegetables that Pei Tingsong bought were not very beautiful. Some of them were already wilting. He didn't know why he bought them, but he didn't scold him. Instead, he washed them out. "Make some vegetable soup."
"Okay." Pei Tingsong began to fiddle with his flowers. He separated them one by one and shook them a few times. The buds on the branches were trembling. They were fresh and fresh, without any fragrance. They were beautiful and pure. Fang Juexia knew how to cook. He cut the tomatoes and loofah into thin slices and put them into the pot. He added a spoonful of salt and finally put the washed lettuce in. Unfortunately, there were no eggs. Otherwise, it would be more fragrant.
Hot soup, smoothies, oden, and salad. They ate weirdly and casually, but the two of them ate very happily. Fang Juexia left the smoothies for last. He took a sip of the half-melted smoothies. His teeth were chattering from the cold.
"This is delicious." He smiled. His lips were red from the cold and were more beautiful than the roses in the flower shop.
After dinner, Pei Tingsong offered to wash the dishes. He was so flustered that he almost broke a bowl, but he saved it. Fang Juexia sat at the big dining table and trimmed the bellflowers. He used up almost all the cups that could be used. He placed the flowers in all the possible places: the dining table, under the corner of the sofa, on the porch cabinet, in the study, on the bedside table in the bedroom, and even in the bathroom. The room was full of bellflowers. The empty house was full of life.
Pei Tingsong told him that he lied about being sick and wanted him to rest with him for two days. Fang Juexia agreed. He thought it was very interesting. "Then we can't go anywhere. There are too many eyes outside. It's safest to stay in the house. We'll be like a couple hiding after eloping."
Pei Tingsong liked this description.
He originally wanted to watch Lu Yuan's variety show after dinner, but there was no television at home. Pei Tingsong rummaged through the study and found a projector. "Shall we watch a movie?"
Of course, Fang Juexia said yes, but he doubted whether he could see it clearly. He bent over and found a raspberry lollipop from the bag. He tore off the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. He sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched Pei Tingsong fiddle with the projector that had not been used much.
Pei Tingsong was finally done. An image was projected on the empty white wall. "Can we see this?"
The projection was quite good. It was very bright. Fang Juexia nodded with the candy in his mouth. "Yes. What movie is this? "
"Kill your darling." Every time Pei Tingsong said in English, the ending sound was especially pleasant. That kind of chest resonance always made Fang Xianxia feel limp and numb.
The name of the movie sounded like a literary film, but also like a murder mystery film. Fang Juexia waved at Pei Tingsong and patted the sofa twice, indicating for him to come over quickly.
"Right away. I'll get something to drink."
He used up the last two glasses in the apartment and took out a bottle of Baileys from the wine cabinet. He poured half of it into the quilt with Wangzai and took a sip. It was sweet on top of sweet. Fang Juexia would definitely like it. However, he poured half a glass of rum for himself and added half a glass of coke. Pei Tingsong was not a good drinker, but he would occasionally drink a little. When he was half-drunk, he would write things and have more imaginative fantasies in his mind.
Back on the sofa, Fang Juexia was not quiet when they were watching the movie. This was a movie about literature, poetry, and the "Defeated Generation." There were many things that Fang Juexia did not understand. Every time the handsome male lead recited a poem, he would look sideways at Pei Tingsong.
"This is Henry Miller's' Tropic of Cancer. '" Pei Tingsong would kiss him after he finished speaking. "He was also one of the Defeated Generation. He was a prophet of sexual liberation. I still have his' Martyrdom Trilogy 'in my study. It's an erotic novel. "
"Sexual liberation …" Fang Juexia repeated these three words in a low voice. Because he had candy in his mouth, these three words sounded sticky when he said them.
The education he received and the environment he grew up in was completely different from Pei Tingsong's, so he could never casually say words about sex and eroticism like him. His tone was weak, and he lacked confidence. "No wonder there's a cock in his poem …"
Pei Tingsong laughed when he heard this. He teased him with what he had said in the hotel last time. "Brother, how do you say cock in Chinese?"
Fang Juexia's face immediately turned red. Half of his body was leaning against him, but now he sat up straight.
"I don't know." He lied.
Pei Tingsong laughed, but he did not continue to tease him. They were immersed in the plot again. Fang Juexia watched silently. Occasionally, he would sigh in a flat tone, as if he was stating a fact. "Allan really likes Lucian."
"Why do you say that?" Pei Tingsong took a small sip of coke and whiskey, then handed Fang Juexia the one he had mixed for him.
Fang Juexia took a big sip. At first, he did not even taste the alcohol in it. He only thought it was chocolate milk. "Look at his eyes. No matter what Lucian says or does, he'll look at him like that."
"You're so smart." Pei Tingsong pinched his chin and made him face him. The light from the projection cast a layer of illusion on his three-dimensional, plaster-like facial features. His words were even better than Lucian's in the movie. It was even more addictive.
"Then shouldn't you have realized that I like you long ago?" Pei Tingsong looked into his eyes. His gaze was like a turbulent lake. "I look at you like that too."
A third of the candy in his mouth melted.
The raspberry essence and chocolate made Fang Juexia drunk.
"I didn't notice," Fang Juexia answered honestly.
In the projection, Lucian fell on Allan's lap, holding his finger that was reaching out to stroke his cheek. On the sofa, Pei Tingsong reached out and grabbed the white, slender candy handle that extended from Fang Juexia's lips. He pinched and spun it.
The sweet raspberry planet rotated slowly in a soft, wet universe.
The ambiguous nebula that was born flowed into his throat and burned his internal organs.
"Why?"
Because he also looked at Pei Tingsong like that. How did he find out? His eyes were full of Pei Tingsong. Fang Juexia gave the answer in his heart, and then he crushed the candy ball with his teeth.
Love was blinding because they could only see their passion for their lover.
The planet exploded, and his mouth was full of debris. His tongue needed to be rescued, and so Pei Tingsong came. He put his arm around his waist and gave him a complicated kiss in the light and shadow.
He remembered the line not long ago. Allan said it was complicated.
Lucian said, [Great, I like it complicated.]
Fang Juexia didn't like it. He liked simple things that could be solved by logic. The only complicated thing he liked was Pei Tingsong and everything related to Pei Tingsong.
Simplicity couldn't include him. Pei Tingsong was full of appeal because of its complexity.
Rum, sweet saliva, cola bubbles, the wrinkled inner walls of the mouth, raspberries and baileys, the small taste buds on the tip of the tongue, milk, smooth teeth. The candy fragments were pushed back and forth by them, gradually losing their offensive power, melting into a round shape, sticking to the lips and tongue, and breathing deeper and deeper.
The lines of the poem in the movie were too suitable for background sound.
[Be alert, you are not in a fairyland.
I heard that strange madness has been growing in your soul for a long time.
But you are lucky, because you have arrogance, you are isolated.
Only in pain can you find the hidden love.
Give, share, lose.
At least you won't die before you bloom.]
Fang Juexia was in a fairyland. He couldn't listen. Unknowingly, he lay down on the sofa like a white candle that had been burned down. His long, slender legs knocked over the glass of water on the floor, spilling the bellflower codon that was inside. The water spilled onto the floor.
His head began to spin. The half glass of baileys had some effect. His whole body was hot, but he wasn't drunk. He was sober. Pei Tingsong peeled off his black coat between the kisses, just like he had just torn open the candy packaging. But there was clearly candy in their mouths, too much candy to hold.
Pei Tingsong sucked Fang Juexia's lips, his small lips. His tongue licked every inch of the inner walls of the mouth, naughtily pushing to the deepest part. Fang Juexia began to lose the ability to swallow. He could only open his mouth and accept the invasion.
The kiss was too long. The candy melted and Fang Juexia was about to melt.
The melted candy mixed with saliva and dripped from the corners of his mouth. The white sunlight in the movie shone brightly, more beautiful than the Milky Way. Pei Tingsong's hands were hot and began to lose their stability. Every part of his body was infected with his body temperature. The rescue was temporarily suspended. He withdrew and looked at Fang Juexia from a distance.
That kind of pure white beauty under the night sky, using the word "amorous" to describe it would be a kind of tarnish.
"You don't want to watch it?" Fang Juexia was talking about the movie. He lay on the sofa, his eyes soft. "It's only half finished."
Pei Tingsong bent down and licked the candy from the corners of Fang Juexia's mouth, like an animal.
"The second half isn't good."
Poetry didn't lie.
Yes, he was indeed infatuated with the strange madness in Pei Tingsong's soul.
"Okay, then I won't watch it."
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