Fanservice Paradox

Putting down the phone, Pei Tingsong still failed to fall asleep. It was already half past three in the morning, and he sat at the desk and turned on the computer. That U disk is lying on the table. Thinking of what Fang Juexia said, he picked up the USB disk and plugged it into the interface.

But as soon as a dialog box popped up on the computer, Pei Tingsong hesitated.

Now is not a good time.

He can see that Fang Juexia cherishes his creation very much. As a creator, he can fully understand it. A hard-working work needs to be treated better.

After pulling out the USB flash drive, Pei Tingsong lay on the table and thought of the interview screen as soon as he closed his eyes. They gave different answers to almost every question. Fang Juexia is like a window. Just pushing it a little bit, he has seen a world completely different from his own.

He had never seen such a person. He lived quietly and soberly. He did n’t need any slogan, nor did he need to show any rebellious spirit, as if he was born with the ability to maintain himself.

Thinking of something, Pei Tingsong sat up and found the documentary about Fermat's theorem proving process.

Since he was little, he didn't know much about mathematics, and he wasn't too interested in it. Before watching, he guessed that the movie watching experience would not be too good. But what is unexpected is that he took it seriously and looked into it.

哐 当-

There was a loud noise outside.

Pei Tingsong suspended the movie, took off his headphones and walked out the door quietly. The source of the sound seems to be the living room. He walked out along the aisle, but did not expect to see Fang Juexia.

He still wore the sweater that Ling Yi sent him, and squatted sneakily in the hallway. Pei Tingsong wanted to scare him, and he was afraid that if he was really scared, he would wake up the others. So he stepped closer and crouched quietly beside Fang Juexia.

In this way, the two of them stood next to each other, blocking the aisle exit.

Fang Juexia was completely unaware of the sudden addition of a person around him. He is now trying to sort out a stack of books that he accidentally knocked down when he just passed by. At the top of the book is an old copper vase. He came out along the aisle and hit it at the corner. The vase thumped and scared him.

Fang Juexia stood the vase up close. Most of these books are so old that their pages are warped, and it is probably because of this that they are pressed by the vase.

It must have been moved by Pei Tingsong newly, and piled up here if there was no place to put it. Fang Juexia's obsessive-compulsive disorder made him involuntarily start to organize it for him until the last book was left. The spread page had a rectangular bookmark. By the light of the floor lamp, he recognized the handwriting.

It was Pei Tingsong.

Fang Juexia couldn't help but read out in a low voice: "A robin bird is in a cage, and the whole paradise is in rage ..."

"cough."

The sudden coughing scared Fang Juexia and sat directly on the ground, accidentally touching the vase with his hand.

bad--

The vase did not fall down as he thought. The walkway was still quiet, so quiet that Fang Juexia could hear his heartbeat.

The faint light of the floor lamp brightened this face that was extremely close to him. Pei Tingsong was so close to him that he put one hand on the wall of the aisle and circled him inside face to face.

"you……"

"Hush." ​​Pei Tingsong let go of the hand holding the wall, stabilizing his center of gravity to rescue the vase from leaning forward, and gently lowered the vase.

Fang Juexia held the bookmark in his hand stunned, his eyes wide, staring at Pei Tingsong like a terrified hamster.

Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong took away the bookmark with a smile, pretending to be angry and staring back at Fang Juexia, lowering his voice: "You do not sleep most of the night, just to peek at my bookmark?"

Fang Juexia's expression was a little innocent.

He was also innocent.

"No ..." He also lowered his voice, "I was a little hungry, and I came up with something to eat and accidentally bumped into it."

Pei Tingsong nodded meaningfully, sandwiched the bookmark in the last spread book, and placed it on top of the stack of books.

Fang Juexia stood up against the wall, and that moment really scared him.

"I'm hungry too, do you have anything to eat?" Too dark, Pei Tingsong turned on the restaurant light.

"Well." Fang Juexia started working quietly.

Their kitchen is semi-open, separated by a small bar. Pei Tingsong sat at the bar, poured himself a glass of juice, and poured a glass to Fang Juexia and put it across.

He quietly watched Fang Juexia busy at the counter. This is a rare scene for him. From an early age, he only had a nanny who was in charge of food and daily life. They would not and could not eat at the same table with themselves. As a child, he was used to the loneliness of eating alone, especially after the death of my grandfather.

"Do you want to eat fried eggs?" Fang Juexia turned around and whispered to him.

Pei Tingsong shrugged, "Yes."

Soon after, Fang Juexia brought a few dishes and put them on the bar. Six crystal clear shrimp dumplings, two soft-boiled eggs, and a plate of carrot cake.

"Is cooking so fast?" Pei Tingsong asked.

"It's just supper," Fang Juexia knew he was a young master who didn't eat human fireworks. "Shrimp dumplings are quick-frozen, but the taste is not bad. They can be eaten after steaming." He pointed to the carrot cake. The time sent to me, she made it herself, you can try it. "

Although Pei Tingsong was born with a gold spoon, he was rarely picky. Even if he was later sent to the Star Map to suffer hardship, he rarely complained.

He picked up shrimp dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, which was more delicious than expected. Fang Juexia saw that his eyes were bright, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is really delicious, no wonder you like it."

Fang Juexia froze for a moment, and then remembered that this was the question he answered when he asked. He pierced the fried egg with chopsticks and let the sugar heart flow out. "The morning tea in the tea house is better."

Pei Tingsong picked up another piece of carrot cake. He was curious about the taste of this rectangular soft wax paste.

"This is also delicious."

Seeing his satisfied expression, Fang Juexia was a little happy.

Eat like a child. But also, he was a child who had just turned 20 and had not been a few days old.

Thinking of this dish of carrot cake made by Fang Juexia's mother, Pei Tingsong was a little envious and a little curious, "Did you eat your mother's meals every day when you were a kid."

Fang Juexia took a sip of juice. "Not necessarily." He hesitated for a few seconds and explained, "My mother is a middle school teacher. When I was in elementary school, I often couldn't wait for her to come back to cook. She would give me money to let I go downstairs to buy braised rice or something. But as long as she has time, she will cook for me personally. "

It turns out that my mother is a teacher. When hearing Fang Juexia's family and childhood, Pei Tingsong felt some unexplained joy in her heart.

Fang Juexia seemed to think of something, looking up at the camera in the corner of the restaurant, "They are also recording at night."

"It's okay." Pei Tingsong picked up another shrimp dumpling. "We didn't bring wheat, they couldn't hear."

"But they can see us stealing supper."

Pei Tingsong said vaguely, "You are too hungry to sleep, and still care about this." After that, he glanced at Fang Juexia again.

Fang Juexia was choked by him, and knew that this guy couldn't say anything good. He changed the subject and reached for the last piece with his chopsticks. "Why don't you sleep? Not always."

"I am looking at Fermat's theorem."

Hearing this, Fang Jue Xia Gang's shrimp dumplings accidentally fell. He really didn't expect that the person in front of him would go to a math documentary because of his sentence.

Pei Tingsong held his chin in his hand and looked at him, "It looks better than I thought."

"Really?" Fang Juexia put down the chopsticks. "I thought you would be bored."

"There are a lot of places where you don't know a little bit. After all, I'm not good at math." Pei Tingsong added, "I just wanted to see it because you said it impressed you."

This sentence fell into his ears, faintly burning.

"But my level is limited, and the experience I've seen will definitely be different from yours. So I want to ask you," Pei Tingsong looked at his eyes. "Why do you like it so much? Is it because of that academic spirit?"

Fang Juexia lowered her head and picked up the remaining small pieces of carrot cake, and arranged them neatly, one by one. "Well, after all, more than three hundred people went to succeed in order to prove this theorem. This process Very bloody. "

"And," he raised his head, "Wyers dreamed of proving Fermat's theorem when he was ten years old. He really did it in his adulthood. Can you imagine that feeling?"

He saw the flashing light in Fang Juexia's eyes, and he was all alive. Pei Tingsong couldn't help but nodded and wanted to affirm him.

"Of course," Pei Tingsong said, "when he said this, his expression was very similar to yours."

Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed and took a sip of juice with her small expression. "No, I just feel excited every time I think about this."

Pei Tingsong thought of Fang Juexia's definition of idol at the interview almost instantaneously.

"So, this is the embodiment of the dream you said."

Fang Juexia nodded, his face showing a calm calmness, "At least this existence made me dare to dream when I was a kid."

Pei Tingsong felt incredible, "When did you start thinking like this?"

Fang Juexia drank the juice in the glass, "I first saw this movie when I was in junior high school. I still remember the beginning of this documentary, I may remember it for a lifetime."

"That monologue?"

He recalled that his eyes gradually softened, "I remember that the background sound was a ticking clock sound. Wiles said this, 'The most appropriate analogy to describe my experience in mathematics is to enter a dark place. The process of the house. Because when a person just enters the complete darkness, he will stumble against the furniture, again and again. '"

This is surprisingly similar to their unexpected experience.

"Gradually, you will find out the location of each piece of furniture. It may be six months or more, you find where the switch is, you can turn on the light, and suddenly you see everything. By then, you will know Knew his position. '"

Fang Jue paused, and spoke again after silence, "I know I am in darkness now."

"But one day," he looked up at Pei Ting-song with a quiet smile, "I must be able to turn on the lamp."

"I will see my position clearly and let everyone see me."

The author has something to say: a robin is in a fan cage, and the whole paradise falls into rage. -"Roots of Romanticism"

It's nine thirty.

Please don't go to the documentary of station B to brush where and where you came from. This is really bad, please.

Small group theater:

While Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia are sneaking in the corridors——

Kaleido's four-person chat group except the fourth and sixth elders flashed a red label:

[Caledo ’s No. 1 gangster 01: Jue Xia actually ran out without sleeping]

[National first-rate flower performer: What did you say that you did n’t sleep? ]

[Caledo ’s No. 1 gangster 01: I ’ve slept a lot in my car while reading novels under the covers. I think Xia Xia is a terrible species that never sleeps! ]

[Your brother or your brother: My roommate has also gone out. ]

[National first-level flower performer :? ? ? ]

[Caledo No. 1: 01! ! ! ]

[Must have a good captain at home: I did n’t even open it to disturb ... you woke up the last one]

[Your brother or your brother: It ’s still business at 3:30, so hard? ]