Pei Tingsong was shocked. He even thought that Fang Juexia was teasing him, but he was clearly acting like a child.
"When have I ever dirtied you?" he asked righteously.
"You just, just leaned on me. You're so heavy," Fang Juexia said incoherently. He grabbed the hem of his pink strawberry wine stained shirt and showed it to him. "Look, here, here is dirty."
So it was this …
"Then can you take off the dirty shirt?" Pei Tingsong lifted his hem and helped him take off his T-shirt as if he was coaxing a child. "We won't wear dirty clothes."
Fang Juexia imitated his words and angrily rolled his shirt into a ball and threw it on the ground. "I won't wear it." After that, he looked down at himself for a long time without raising his head. He was very serious.
"What are you looking at?" Pei Tingsong felt strange and leaned over.
He saw that his eyes were wide open and he was seriously staring at a kiss mark on his chest. It was a little purple.
However, Fang Juexia did not think that it was a kiss mark. He thought that he had dirtied it, so he made a questioning sound and rubbed it with his fingers. He rubbed it quite hard and it turned red. "This, this is dirty too."
Pei Tingsong looked at him and felt that it was funny and cute. He raised his hand and admitted honestly, "I dirtied it too."
"What should we do?" Fang Juexia pursed his lips and his beautiful eyes looked innocent. "It's so dirty. I can't wipe it clean …"
"Wipe it clean. Don't be afraid." He patted Fang Juexia's lips gently to comfort him. "Who said it's dirty? Our Juexia is the cleanest."
Kissing was an effective way to relieve emotions.
Pecking was not enough. Fang Juexia felt that it was not enough. "I want more kisses."
"Okay." Pei Tingsong kissed him as he wished.
This time, it was an aggressive kiss. The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth and reached for the softest and deepest part of her mouth. The taste of strawberries and the sweetness of alcohol made him dizzy.
When you love someone so much that you can't bear to part with them, even a kiss can steal your soul.
Fang Juexia was kissed softly by him, moaning like a small animal. Alcohol made his mind very small, so small that he was like a child who was still learning.
Students were best at imitating, so he imitated Pei Tingsong and kissed her step by step. He kissed her until the sound of water and their breaths intertwined, and his heart beat like waves.
Pei Tingsong did not intend to let him off so easily. He forcefully pulled away and deliberately said, "Enough."
"Not enough!" Fang Juexia suddenly hugged him, turned over, and pressed Pei Tingsong under him, and forced a kiss. Pei Tingsong was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. "Be good, wait a minute."
"Wait a minute!" Fang Juexia lowered his head and kissed her. Pei Tingsong could only go along with his wishes. He kissed his tongue and lips until they were soft and swollen. He kissed until he was lying on top of him and melted into a puddle of strawberry smoothie, leaving only syrup stuck to his chest.
It was too hot. They were going to burn.
The bedside lamp shone on his snow-white skin, which was glowing. It was as if what was being held was not his body, but a piece of hot moonlight.
The moonlight was cold, but it also belonged to the night. It was even more beautiful when it was covered with desire.
In a trance, he thought of the lyrics of the song. He thought of the line [The flower ate the sunshine in July]. Was he a flower? He ate not only the sunshine.
He also ate his lover's body.
The moon was a hole in the night, and so was he. He was a lollipop without a white stick. His sparkling body was empty, leaving only one eye. So he needed Pei Tingsong's compensation.
The candy will come to life and melt.
It melted into the dark night.
(Gift of 3,000 words)
When it ended, Pei Tingsong's phone coincidentally rang. It was the alarm clock he had set. It was one minute to twelve in the morning. He wanted to remind him not to forget to give him his blessings on the first second of his birthday.
His original plan was very good. He would be like an adolescent boy who would give his blessings to the person he liked on time.
But now, the person he liked was in his arms, drunk and crying because of him. Pei Tingsong patted his back and coaxed him. "Baby, happy birthday. You're a year older now."
Fang Juexia's eyelids were a little swollen. He looked up at him. The trembling had already passed, but his words were still choking. "Birthday, my birthday."
"Yes, your birthday." Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark. "Thank you for coming to this world and letting me meet you."
"Then, then are you my present?" Fang Juexia looked at him and pursed his lips.
Pei Tingsong did not expect him to say that. He was actually a little flustered. "Really? Can I be considered a present? "
"You can." Fang Juexia nodded seriously. "Because I like you. You, you're better than any other present."
He hugged Fang Juexia as if he was hugging the whole world.
No, it was better than the whole world.
Fang Juexia was too tired. He fell asleep after being coaxed for a while. When he was fast asleep, Pei Tingsong gently got up and brought hot water to wash him. He was as careful as if he was treating the most precious porcelain. When he was almost done, he carried him to his room and let him sleep on his clean bed.
The smell of Pei Tingsong's quilt made Fang Juexia feel very at ease. He did not struggle much and adapted to this new dream cocoon. Pei Tingsong was left to tidy up and wash the sheets.
The young master who had to rely on Fang Juexia to make his bed was now very good at taking care of people.
Pei Tingsong found a new bed and made it. He was so tired that he didn't want to move his baby back. So, he went straight back to his room and got into the quilt made by Xia Nuan.
He thought of a lot of things to deal with his teammates' questions tomorrow. Anyway, Fang Juexia was drunk, so everything could be pushed to him.
Little Moon, who had taken the blame, felt Pei Tingsong snuggling in. He turned over and hugged him obediently. The two leaned against each other and fell asleep.
Pei Tingsong overestimated his teammates' self-control. When he woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. He guessed that they were probably too drunk to walk and slept in the luxurious private room.
Eight o 'clock in the morning was a good time to go back to sleep, but Pei Tingsong woke up.
He had more important things to prepare than sleep.
At noon, Fang Juexia, who was extremely tired, woke up in a daze. He was puzzled. When he was sleeping, he felt like he was being hugged. Why was he alone when he woke up?
He must have been dreaming.
After a while, he realized that the pattern on the bedsheet was unfamiliar. He was in Pei Tingsong's bed. At first, he was a little confused. Then, Fang Juexia remembered everything. His face was hot and his hands were numb. He got out of bed in a hurry.
This time, his waist was especially sore. Fang Juexia felt uncomfortable walking. He shuffled back slowly in his slippers.
"Pei Tingsong?"
No one responded to him. The dormitory seemed empty. The others were fine, but Pei Tingsong was not there. He called out again, but there was still no answer.
His bedsheet was drying on the balcony in the living room. Other than Pei Tingsong, no one else would do this. Fang Juexia guessed that he might have gone shopping at this time, or he might have been called away by Chang Ge. He decided to wash up first.
Fang Juexia walked back to his room. When he pushed the door open, the curtain on the balcony was blown by the wind. It was like a huge white curtain. The smell of herbs poured in and covered Fang Juexia's face.
The phone vibrated a few times. Fang Juexia walked over and saw many birthday wishes. There were familiar faces and unfamiliar faces. Their names appeared on the small screen.
Fang Juexia thanked them one by one. Finally, he saw Xiao Wen's WeChat message.
[Xiao Wen: Juexia! Happy Birthday! By the way, Chang Ge asked you to post on Weibo. Just thank everyone!]
He replied, "Okay", logged into Weibo, and said to thank everyone. He really did post a thank you. After posting, he wanted to log out, but his finger subconsciously swiped and refreshed the homepage.
He was surprised to see that a media outlet that he had followed before had posted an anniversary message.
[Yiwen Platform: Today is June 26th, International Drug Ban Day. Cherish your life and stay away from drugs.]
Fang Juexia stared at this short line of words and read it carefully for a long time. He clicked on the attached picture and closed the picture.
Such a coincidence seemed to be predestined.
But at least he would no longer be like in the past. He would no longer feel that these two words were so dazzling and frightening. There would always be some irony, but it was not impossible to face it.
[Eido Fang Juexia: Repost Weibo.]
This was the first time he had reposted something he wanted to repost without the urging of his agent.
He would always remember it.
The room was stuffy, and he felt a little breathless. Fang Juexia was used to opening the curtains to get some fresh air during the day, so he did the same this time. But when he opened the curtains, he was stunned.
His small garden was full of snow-white bellflowers. They were on the jasmine branches, gardenia and spider plants, as well as geraniums and pansies. They were like piles of snow as far as the eye could see.
There was even a bellflower on the upright cactus.
Fang Juexia picked them up one by one and finally harvested a whole bouquet of snow-white flowers. The last one leaned against the cactus. He squatted down and saw that there was an extra bow on the cactus pot. It looked like a small gift.
At this time, he realized that there was a big dark blue box behind the cactus. It was very big and was hidden among the flowers and plants. He moved the cactus away and opened the lid. At the top was a white book.
Fang Juexia opened it and saw the words "Happy Birthday" on the first page. It was the handwriting he was most familiar with. It was beautiful and flamboyant. He flipped further inside. It turned out that every page was Pei Tingsong's handwriting. Each page was a poem that he had written.
He had said that he would give him everything.
Fang Juexia's heart suddenly swelled. He didn't even dare to look carefully and closed the page. He thought of the afternoon at the hotel. Pei Tingsong had told him about his grandfather's story. He had said that he had written an entire book of love poems that had not come to fruition.
Now, Pei Tingsong had done the same thing. He had really organized all the words that he had written for him and gave them to him as a gift. It was his talent, his late night thoughts and desires.
There was a small box under the book. Inside it was a small USB drive. Fang Juexia recognized it. It was his own USB drive. It was the one he had stored the demo in before Pei Tingsong took it away.
Fang Juexia felt that it was a little strange. He took it out and walked to the table. He placed the bouquet and the poem book on the table, turned on the computer, and opened the contents of the USB drive.
The file name was [to: fjx].
It was a video. The material in the video seemed to be quite old. It started with a child of two or three years old sitting in the garden. The sun was so good that it made him squint his small eyes.
Fang Juexia heard an old voice calling him Little Song. The child turned around, raised his small fist, and called out "Grandpa". His eyes curved into crescents when he smiled. It was as cute as a crescent moon.
It was Pei Tingsong from when he was young. Seeing this scene, Fang Juexia's heart almost melted. He unconsciously moved closer and stared at the child.
It was as if he was participating in his past.
There was soft music in the background. He saw the house that Pei Tingsong had lived in when he was young. It was very beautiful. He saw the swimming pool that he said had once drowned rainbow trout. He also saw him, wrapped up in thick clothes, stepping on the dead branches in the winter, laughing like a child. He also saw him, riding on his grandfather's neck in the middle of summer, reaching out his small hands to pick apricots.
When he reached out, it was all sunshine.
Those times that he felt he had missed were all organized and placed here.
Fang Juexia's heart sank a little. It was as if the child had stepped on the tip of his heart. It was soft. In a trance, he actually heard his own heartbeat. It was not coming from his chest, but from his ears. The background music changed and his heartbeat was added.
He saw Pei Tingsong grow up bit by bit, from a very small child to a teenager. Every moment of change was recorded in this video. However, his words were cut out and placed here. They were all repeated.
They were all "I love you". Every sentence was reflected in his heartbeat.
When he was a child, he said sweetly, "I love you". It was probably to his grandfather. When he grew up, he used a mischievous tone and deliberately played tricks. There were also times when he was sad, when he was wronged, and when he read a book unconsciously.
In the end, it was the teenager lying in front of the white bed, his shoulder blades holding up the empty shirt. He cried, his fingers clenching the bedsheets, and said the last sentence, "I love you".
The video suddenly turned black. Only the heartbeat in the background music resonated with Fang Juexia.
Fang Juexia suddenly realized that he was crying.
"I love you." He suddenly heard a confession. It was a completely different voice from before. It was not the voice of a young child, nor was it the voice of a weak and confused teenager. It was the mature him, the him that Fang Juexia was familiar with.
He spoke of his love in a low and gentle voice, over and over again in the dark video.
This situation made Fang Juexia think of his darkness, safe and warm. Every word of love collided with his heartbeat, making his nose ache.
The inertia of his subconscious told Fang Juexia that he had said "I love you" a total of 22 times.
The screen suddenly lit up, and Pei Tingsong's smiling face appeared in front of him. It was so good-looking. It was a face that should be admired by everyone.
However, his eyes only looked at him, containing the most honest and passionate love.
"Juexia, happy 23rd birthday."
Finally, he said it for the 23rd time.
"I love you."
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