Fanservice Paradox

(This chapter is the second one. Children who directly click on the latest update may miss the previous chapter)

He finished the writing subconsciously, but woke up and looked back, but he was stung hard by what he wrote. what is this? Why would he write this.

It seems that Pei Tingsong crossed out the last sentence and stroked it a lot, and then tore off the page and crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the corner of the table.

Hearing the sound of something breaking out of the window through the headphones, he stood up and looked out, and there was a figure shaking on the balcony next door. Fearing that Fang Juexia bumped again, Pei Tingsong put down things and went over there, and knocked twice when he entered this time.

"Why are you doing such a big move." He deliberately complained, "Noisy."

Walking over to see Fang Juexia cleaning up the debris on the ground, Pei Tingsong was startled again, and quickly pulled him away, "Ah, don't use your hands."

"It's okay, the edge of this flower pot is not very sharp." Fang Juexia threw the last piece of clay into the trash can. Only then did Pei Tingsong discover that he broke a pot of cactus.

"What are you doing?" He squatted down and pointed to the fallen cactus, "strike revenge."

"You are so rich in imagination." Fang Juexia swept the ground together and transferred it to a spare flower pot, but this cactus made him a little helpless. So he began to instruct Pei Tingsong, "Pick this up."

"Why me?"

"Similar blind date." Fang Juexia poked a hole in the soil, "Let's put it here."

Pei Tingsong pinched **** on the top of a long thorn, and the cactus trembled and fell into a trap dug by Fang Juexia.

"You just kept getting these flowers and plants." Pei Tingsong glanced at it and accidentally saw his Sudoku book resting on the lazy couch, but the strange thing was that there were no numbers on it, it seemed to be written A line of words.

"Well. What about you?" Fang Juexia blocked his eyes and pressed the soil with his hands. "What are you doing just now?"

"Me?" Pei Tingsong didn't expect the topic to come back to him, he hesitated. Fang Juexia did not plan to wait for him to give the answer and stood up and closed the Sudoku book. Who knows he suddenly heard Pei Tingsong say behind him, "I want to write your demo."

Fang Juexia turned her head suspiciously and saw Pei Tingsong sitting cross-legged on the ground. "But I have never been in love, and I don't know how to write the lyrics of love songs."

This is the first time he learned from the mouth of Pei Tingsong that he really has never been in love, and it still sounds very impactful. Fang Juexia sat back on the lazy couch and was silent for a while, "That song is not necessarily a love song."

Pei Tingsong raised his head and looked at him. Fang Juexia held the Sudoku book and said quietly, "After all, according to your argument, I shouldn't be able to write a love song."

What does he mean ... he has never been in love? Pei Tingsong couldn't believe it. Fang Juexia's appearance was not liked by a few girls when he was a student, and his temperament was mild, except for being too indifferent when treating him.

Pei Tingsong couldn't help but question, "True and false ... I don't believe that no girls in your school chase you."

"Yes, yes. But I don't have time at all." Fang Juexia's expression was very frank. He leaned back. "I started to learn dancing very early. I was tired every day. I have to study hard. Dance room. Later, you also know that my dancer is dreaming, who knows that he was discovered by Astar scouts on the way to school and became a trainee. At that time, he also practiced while studying and worked hard every day, sleeping I ca n’t sleep enough. There is still energy to go to premature love. "

"So you want to fall in love but don't have time?" Pei Tingsong rationalizes his thoughts, and still feels wrong. "If you really meet someone you like, you won't be able to make time."

"I do not want."

Fang Juexia's answer was sudden, very short and firm. Pei Tingsong accidentally got stung by a soft thorn of a cactus, and the thorn stuck into the flesh.

He hesitated for a moment, but asked, "Why?"

A pink-orange cloud floated in the air, and Fang Juexia stared at it, "because ..."

He hesitated, not knowing how to listen to Pei Songsong, or whether to speak. Fang Juexia hates the feeling of self-analysis, and once you open it, you risk the emotional collapse.

Out of control is really terrible, he is afraid that he will become the kind of person who will get out of control.

Pei Tingsong perceives something, so he wants to change the subject himself, "Actually, I don't want to." He made up, "At least I didn't want to. I've read a psychology paper that contains such a sentence-the child's emotional enlightenment It's a reflection of parents' feelings. As for me, I haven't seen my parents very much since I was a child. I grew up and realized that they didn't get married because of love. "

Hearing this, Fang Juexia turned around and looked at Pei Tingsong in a curled-up posture, "Why do you want to get married?"

"It's ironic to say. My mother's ancestor was the first generation of overseas Chinese immigrants. Before that, he was also rich and wealthy in the country. After immigration, he has been doing business in the United States for many years. The family is huge. They are Oldmoney in their mouths. My grandfather is his The youngest and only son of a generation, but he really has no business mind and no interest. When he was young, the business always failed and closed several companies. "

Several companies. Fang Juexia thought, it really was a rich man, who could afford it.

"It feels the same, your grandfather ..." He said half of a pause, originally wanted to say that his grandfather looked gentle and gentle, but he accidentally saw the photo.

"How about my grandfather?"

Fang Jue Xia Wei shook his head on the sofa, "It should feel like you."

"He is much better than me. He is very talented in literature. His business failed but he wrote very good books. He published novels and poetry collections under a pseudonym. Later, he did not want to do business, and he only wanted to live his romantic life. "Pei Tingsong took a deep breath," He only has a mother and a child, so he used to be like a princess, and had nothing but a pretty face. The elders of the family felt that their commercial building could not just be collapsed, so I chose a newcomer to marry her business. "

"My grandfather told me that he was against it at the time. It would be painful for two people who don't love each other. It turns out that it's true. It will be barely lived before giving birth to me. After giving birth to me, my mother would Travel all over the world, enjoy life, and live the life that she likes to be a paper drunk. My dad is busy making money and earning money that will never be spent in the next life. "

Fang Juexia can hardly imagine how it feels to grow up in such a family.

"Then you haven't seen your parents since you were young, won't you miss them?"

Pei Tingsong smiled, "I have forgotten what it's like to miss my parents." He continued, "I can't do it at home, so my grandfather came to stay with me."

"I later fell in love with hip-hop, and felt that it was the most emotional carrier in the world. So I didn't even bother to waste myself in a period of unsuccessful relationships. I wanted to find an outlet and want to express."

Fang Juexia finally understood why Pei Tingsong was so contradictory. Like his grandfather, he was placed in a mold that was not suitable, but his choice was to resist fiercely, against the parents who never accompanied him to grow up, against this golden cage, to pursue what he really liked, Whatever the cost. Suddenly he wanted to hug him. He knew that his sympathy was overflowing and might be rejected by Pei Tingsong, so he just sat up and dared not step forward.

He knew why Pei Tingsong didn't believe in love. How do people believe what they haven't seen?

Pei Tingsong shook his hand, and his tone was relaxed. "Actually, many famous philosophers are unmarried for life. Plato, Descartes, Spinoza, Kant, Schopenhauer, Sartre ... are countless." He seemed to think of a reasonably good argument, "Do you know the poet Lermontov? He said a word-love and happiness make me playthings disheartened."

This is a very novel and realistic statement.

Fang Juexia repeatedly tried to figure out what he said, and it seemed to him that his memories did not matter. Although Pei Tingsong didn't ask, he chose to cut himself apart, he didn't want to be just a story listener.

"Am I ... never mentioned my father?"

Pei Tingsong didn't expect him to say that he had noticed it for a long time. The word father was like an obstacle for Jue Xia. Every time he said it, he would habitually bypass it.

"Correct."

Fang Juexia hugged her knees with both hands. "He was a talented dancer before. My mother loved him very much. They loved each other. Like I said last time, they were together desperately."

Such a statement is like a love story in a fairy tale and a poem. But Pei Tingsong has already seen the end.

"Later with me, our family is very happy. I now recall that I feel that it is no exaggeration to describe my childhood with the word happiness. I used to be a child who grew up in love." Fang Juexia's eyes drifted away At the last point of the day, the throat knot rolled, "I told you later, I checked out night blindness, and then lost the election. This is actually not a big blow to a family. But my father, he got a particularly good opportunity. , An opportunity that can change his life for him. "

Fang Juexia looked at him, "A very famous dance drama asked him to choose Da Liang as the lead actor. He practiced for this dance drama for four months. I look forward to the day of the first show every day, counting the days to go to school, just to wait for that One day. I remember it very clearly. At that time, I was lying on the table and drawing the last fork of the calendar. The phone rang. My mother heard nothing, and then she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. "

He tried to describe Pei Tsung-song, gestures with both hands, "The bridge at the end of the dance was a falling motion, and it fell back into a net. My dad rehearsed before the opening scene, everything was perfect, he finally ran Go to the high platform and fall, but the net has not been fixed. "Fang Juexia's tone is still not very turbulent, flatly and straightforwardly, as if to state something that is not related to himself," He fell fiercely from a few meters high. Come down and break your leg. "

Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia and tried to find a trace of sadness on his face, so as to comfort him. But he was so calm that he didn't frown.

"Not only did he miss the best chance and highlight moment of his career, he couldn't continue to dance anymore. The problems left over from that leg were very big, and it was a ruined career."

"Later? Has he changed careers?"

Fang Juesha pulled her sleeves and felt a little cold. "Later ... Later, he drank and smoked every day. He smoked at home. My mother said it was bad for the children. He didn't care. They quarreled every day. Most of the time it was for me. He was drunk and even told me that I would be a waste person like him in the future. He was teased by God, and I was not qualified to dance on stage when I was born. "

Fang Juexia's voice finally trembled, and he sniffed his nose. "I'm afraid to see him, and I'm afraid to see wine at home. He once quarreled with my mother and couldn't help but move, wake up and hug Crying at her. Is it contradictory, right? People would become like this. "After he looked at Pei Tingsong, he smiled and shook his head again.

"My mother still loves him very much and hopes that he can cheer up. But it's useless. He tried again and again, failed again and again, and even became infected with contraband. One day I went home from school and found that all the valuable appliances at home were Missed. I thought it was a thief, so I checked what was left. "Fang Juexia poked the tip of his slippers with his index finger and buried his head." I saw all his clothes in the closet. He was gone. come back."

"Love is really fragile and has a short shelf life. Sometimes it can't even wait for it to change, and a straw can crush it." Fang Juexia is calm as an outsider, "My mother is still waiting for him, she doesn't want to Moving, she stayed in that small house in Guangzhou. When she was free, she could look at the door for a day. Just for the short years of happiness, she exchanged the pain of a lifetime. "

Pei Tingsong got up, walked over and squatted in front of Fang Juexia, reached out and rubbed his hair.

"The story I'm telling is normal, isn't it as vigorous as you expected."

The love story was so beautiful at the beginning. It touched the flames and the spirits collided with each other. I wished that I could finish my life in one second and end my life in a kiss. But the final chapters of the tragedy are different, and the sense of ceremonies is over. The most afraid of being plain and bland, ending scribbled.

Pei Tingsong understands why Fang Juexia has always closed himself and why he manages his emotions like a machine, because he feels that he has no choice.

Over the years, he not only fumbled in the dark, he regarded his father as a mirror of his own, and he could only reflect the failed mirror, hiding it in his heart, cutting it out from time to time to restrain himself.

Pei Tingsong gently touched his head, his voice soft and low, "So, that's why you don't believe in love, because you live in a failed case."

Fang Jue Xia Hou felt terrified afterwards. He even so cut away the deepest thing in his own to Pei Tingsong, revealing his fragile life gate. He seems to be talking to Pei Tingsong, but also to himself.

Don't fall into a relationship casually.

Fang Juexia lowered his head, drew a horizontal line, and said to himself, "You can give a lot of examples of rational numbers. It is impossible to finish exhaustively, right?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "Uh."

"But did you know? For a number axis, you take a point arbitrarily, and the probability of the selected point is a rational number is zero."

Fang Juexia raised her head, her cool eyes reflected the completely dark sky.

"This is called true love."

The author has something to say: [About why the probability of getting a rational number at any point on the number axis is zero. 】

The first is equal to zero.

This problem is a measurement problem, the rational number measure is zero. It is difficult for me to explain a mathematical problem in easy to understand because it is too rigorous. I suggest that you search for it, there will be a lot of theoretical analysis, and there is discussion. Measurement is a problem of functional analysis. Children in the mathematics department should learn.

Let me tell you one more thing. An event with zero probability does not mean an impossible event. This is a problem of probability theory. You can also search for specific proofs and theories.

Finally, I confessed to each other completely, and took a big new step. Hearing began to heal each other.

Both of them are first love, and they are a little different from other children, so they will be a little slower and warmer, but they will be more reckless when they really love. [Zc does not save the manuscript, but the phone memo is full of post-love dialogue ...