Fanservice Paradox

It is not that Fang Juexia had imagined that he would see him again. He was cold-hearted, but also had fantasies.

He thought about receiving a phone call from his mother on a busy day, telling him that "father" was back, she finally waited, so that every time he received a call from his mother, his mood was very complicated, as if he was expecting, it seemed Is afraid.

He also thought that maybe in the future concert scene, he was hiding in the auditorium. Although Fang Juexia could not see clearly, maybe he was below, listening to him singing and watching him dance.

Then Fang Juexia would think in his heart, Dad, look, I am not a failure. Even if I can't see clearly, even if I have a birthmark on my face, I can have a stage.

So many fantasies are shattered at this moment.

Fang Juexia couldn't even dream of it, it would be such a shameful reunion now.

The person who had followed him for so many days was not an illegitimate child, nor a paparazzi, or even a former company who was deliberately trying to pull him down, but his father.

The great father, who knew he was suffering from night blindness, was holding a steel rod in the dim underground parking lot and waving it towards his back.

The lower back was painful, and the pain and shock made Fang Juexia unconscious.

He silently looked at the face in front of him that had been far away from his memory, and finally turned his head coldly and said to the private bodyguard, "Trouble you, handle it according to Pei Tingsong's ideas."

"Okay." The man's professionalism is very high, without a word, he is ready to take away this fierce gangster immediately, but this thin middle-aged man suddenly burst out of strength, struggling desperately, mouth She also shouted, "You have no conscience! Not even your father!"

In his mouth he scolded extremely unpleasant words, all kinds of swear words, no logic and rules, and no different from lunatics. Fang Juexia didn't want to listen, but in the end, he even scolded his mother.

So at the moment of turning around, Fang Juexia stopped and his back stiffened for a second. He walked forward, staying in front of Fang Cai ’s thick steel rod, stooped to pick it up, then turned around and walked towards the madman.

When he walked in front of him, Fang Juexia took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight to point at his old face.

"Fang Ping, you have taken drugs, are you?" Obviously it was an interrogative sentence, but his tone was firm and his expression was calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with himself.

The person in front of him seemed to be stunned, but he couldn't control his emotions at all. His facial muscles were twitching, and he looked very strange.

Fang Juexia nodded and confirmed his judgment, "Drug and drug addiction."

When he was contaminated with contraband, Fang Juexia thought he would be saved. The TV said that people made mistakes and could be rehabilitated, he believed.

Even if this person later wanted to disappear in their lives, Fang Juexia also fantasizes that maybe one day, Fang Ping will be rehabilitated.

But as time went by, as he became more sensible, he also knew that the real repentance is a small probability event. Most people will only go wrong again and again, and never repent. People who are contaminated with poisonous products are even desperate people who deceive their personalities and can do everything.

Fang Juexia stood in front of him and found himself already taller than Fang Ping. The time abandoned by him made him grow up fast, so now when he comes to see this person again, he finds that he is so downcast, so incompetent, and seems to be drained. A popular shriveled shell.

Lifting the steel rod violently, Fang Juexia saw Fang Ping's trembling shoulder at that moment.

He sneered softly, "I just wanted to do this to me, right?"

His eyes fell on his lame leg, and Fang Juexia took the stick down and patted him on his waste leg gently, asking without any waves, "Still you want to interrupt me on one leg, like you . "

"I don't have it!" Fang Ping shuddered constantly, and every word seemed to come out of his mouth. "I don't, I just, I just want to make you dizzy ..."

"Dizzy." Fang Juexia repeated his expression. "And then, kidnapping? Blackmail? Holding a large sum of money to buy the poison you want?"

Fang Ping stopped talking, he could hardly say anything, and his trembling legs could not stand. He could only be pulled by the bodyguard, like a dummy sewed out of rag cotton.

The bodyguard said, "Mr. Fang, Master arranged a place before and told me that if he caught someone, he would be there to wait for him to come back." He looked at Fang Ping's state and was not suitable to continue to stay. "Or, I ’ll take him over first, you go back to rest first. "

There will be someone here at any time, and Pei Tingsong is very thoughtful.

"You don't need to tell Pei Tingsong," Fang Juexia smiled bleakly. "He's scorched enough."

Compared with the other party, none of them is better.

Fang Ping's drug addiction seized semi-coma and was taken away by his personal bodyguard. Fang Juexia decided to go with him. When Fang Ping was awake and interrogated again, he had to figure out the ins and outs.

The steel rod in his hand was heavy, and Fang Juexia looked down at it, so long, so heavy, it might be more than a coma.

He seemed to anticipate that dull pain.

Throwing the steel rod into the trunk, Fang Juexia sorted out his emotions. He knew that he could not drive in such a state, and he would definitely have an accident, so he also got on his private bodyguard and left the underground parking lot downstairs.

Dazzling along the way, Fang Juexia sat in the co-pilot seat, listening to the bound Fang Ping struggling and yelling, feeling a little unreal, like a **** dog ​​drama, ugly, and tormenting.

His forehead cracked and began to bleed, itchy, and onto his eyelids. He raised his hand and wiped it off with his back, and continued to look forward. Obviously he has cultivated into a stone, but the stone will hurt.

The private bodyguard took him to an apartment, threw the bound Fang Ping into one of the rooms, and tied it to a single bed, like animals.

"Mr. Fang, you can take a break. Call me at any time if you have any need. I will look after him."

Fang Juexia opened her mouth like a puppet, and made a muffled voice in her throat. "Thank you." His only request was a glass of water.

Holding the drinking glass, he did not go to rest very stubbornly, but came to the room where Fang Ping was locked up, sitting at a table less than three meters away, watching him silently.

The throat is dry and itchy. He only turned on a bedside lamp because he didn't want to see too clearly.

All night, Fang Juexia always listened to his screaming and screaming, like a sentimental bystander. The uncontrolled drug-controlled mind and spirit were placed in front of him bloody, the bed sheet was broken by him, writhing and struggling, foaming in his mouth. This scene became blurred under the blessing of night blindness. He seemed to watch a fire burning from a distance, watching a living person melt in the flames of sin, turning into carbon, turning into gray, and turning into a pool of hair. Stinking backwaters.

After many years of reunion, a nightmare was saved.

Looking at the eyes, Fang Juexia's mind flashed a frame of untimely pictures, all of which were Fang Ping's spirited expression on the stage more than ten years ago. Enchanted. Every leg lifted, his toes stretched straight, his pride was stretched.

At that time, the little self always looked up at him under the stage and didn't dare to blink, fearing to miss every wonderful moment of his father.

He is a dance fanatic, and the talent is alive when he dances. When he is able to dance, he is so good that the inexhaustible love and feelings can be used to nourish Fang Juexia, let him feel the warm father's love, let him appreciate the charm of the stage, and let him have the most Fantasy.

Fang Juexia, who was only four or five years old, looked up at him in the training room and heard him say all kinds of bold words and ambitions.

[Dad will definitely become the most dazzling one on the stage, then you can see Daddy at a glance. ]

This is obviously the first person to teach him what a dream is.

Fang Juexia looked at the man who was already mad in front of him indifferently, and suddenly felt a nausea. The cold water ran down the esophagus and was cold all over.

The sky turned white, the night gradually faded from black to dark blue, and finally disappeared. The bound Fang Ping seemed to have survived the episode of addiction briefly, and the whole person passed out. Fang Juexia stood by the window and quietly looked at the recovered street outside the window. People walked on the road, like ants.

Ants are easily trampled to death, so their dreams are even more fragile.

The phone shook several times. It was Ling Yi's news and asked him why he didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep. Fang Juexia typed slowly, not knowing what he had returned.

Fang Ping's voice came from behind him again, his throat was dumb, begging Fang Juexia to let him go. He seemed to confess sincerely, and wept.

"I was wrong, boy, I really don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk to you, but I can't control myself ..."

"Really, Dad is so uncomfortable, I'm dying, do you know?"

"Dad knows you have a good time, knows you, you succeeded, can you help Dad, right?"

"For so many years, Dad missed you too."

father.

It's a distant vocabulary.

Fang Juexia's emotions are pulling with reason, and he is disgusted and sympathetic to him emotionally, but reason still analyzes the truth and falseness of this man's words one sentence at a time.

Not wanting to hurt, but finally came to him carrying a steel rod.

I miss him so much that I haven't been home for so many years. I just missed him when he became popular.

Fang Juexia turned his back to him, still looking out of the window. His back looked straight like a tree. Every sentence he spoke was objective and cold, more like an interrogator than a son. "When did you start tracking me? Does anyone else know about your return? "

Fang Ping murmured his voice and rushed to answer the second question, "No, really not."

"Answer me, when did you start tracking me?" Fang Juexia repeated the question indifferently.

"Late April ... Me and I came to Beijing to spend your last money in order to see you. My dad wanted to go back to Guangzhou, but I wanted to meet you, kid, me ..."

"What contraband did you take before you came?" Fang Juexia heard that he did not return to Guangzhou. He was relieved and interrupted his emotions. "What are you going to do to me? What do you want from me?"

Fang Ping gasped, the whole person's voice sounded vain, like someone who was seriously ill, "I ... I don't remember, Juexia ..."

"You remember." Fang Juexia felt a harsh ear when he heard his name, so he pierced his lies, "Say, what are you going to do to me."

His voice was too cold.

"I just want to stun you, because I can't find an opportunity to talk to you alone, I just want to talk to you, I want you to help me, help your father!"

Fang Juexia sneered.

"Don't lie. Do you know what you look like after taking drugs? Have you ever looked in the mirror? If the stick is swept down, will I still be able to stand before you, unknown? Help? How can the dead help you?"

The speed of his inquiries was getting faster and faster, and the bullets fired like bullets.

"Have you ever contacted my company and broker? What about other companies? Who else did you contact? Talk!"

Fang Ping's mouth was stuttering, his mouth trembling, and he couldn't keep up with Xia Xia's rhythm.

He was addicted again. When he was awake, it was like returning to the light. In a short time, the person who had been struggling fell down when he was struggling. The nerve was bitten by maggots, and he could say everything, what Everyone can scold.

By the time of this round, Fang Ping had no better idea in his mind.

He remembered his anger at the hospital after learning that he might be crippled. He remembered his alcoholism and insulted him as a crippled commodity. The chair he copied was smashed **** his back, and the entire spine was bruised. Wearing a white shirt school uniform of insignificant quality in the summer, you can vaguely reveal it.

It seems that the clothes are dirty.

Fang Ping began to scold him again. Fang Jue Xia Kuai could not tell whether he was the one after the addiction or the real one when he was awake.

"Garbage", "Losers", "No one will like something like you"

"Waste", "Defects", "Unworthy to stand on stage", "Why can you succeed"

These words are familiar. Fang Juexia trance returned to her childhood, when she was afraid that her father would go home in alcohol. He escaped the beer bottle that could hit his head at any time. He couldn't escape the ashtray that he hit. He steadily hit his feet and his toes kept bleeding.

So he couldn't practice dancing anymore, his feet were so painful that he couldn't stand, and when asked by the teacher, he could only deceive people.

It's my fault.

Why can't human experience be offset by positive and negative?

The beautiful childhood that I really had, and the fragmentation and collapse that followed, one good and one bad, one positive and one negative, add up to zero, as if everything had never been. This is ideal, reality is only double the pain of gain and loss.

After struggling desperately, Fang Ping stopped again. This is how he went back and forth, crazy and impermanent. Waking up is hysterical insults and screams, leaving him with terrible silence when he passed out.

Fang Juexia is like a clean piano cover, which is constantly stained with dust, dirt and dirty fingerprints.

His waist hurts, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He could only sit on the ground with his knees and looked quietly out of the window. The door of the room would occasionally open, and the bodyguard who obeyed Pei Tingsong would give him food and water, but Fang Jue Xia Lian had no strength to say thank you.

He didn't dare to close his eyes. As long as he closed his eyes, he could see the original Fang Ping, sparkling, tender and considerate Fang Ping. He was afraid that this person was him, and that he was soft-hearted.

The sky turned from light to dark, the clouds fell gray, thunder and lightning flashed, and suddenly there was heavy rain, and the smell of the earth poured into the nose. But it was just retching. He bent over to retort, as if to force all his internal organs and vomit out as hard as possible, but nothing.

His forehead in the mirror was swollen and **** scabs formed on the broken skin. Fang Juexia even rejoiced that he hadn't worked recently, otherwise how to get on stage and how to face the camera. As soon as such an idea appeared, Fang Juexia felt terrible. He obviously spent so many years affirming himself, telling him that the birthmark on his face is not a defect of inferior products, but as soon as this person appears, those nightmares will be repeated.

The seeds of self-doubt buried in his bones by his father's own hands, only for a while.

Fang Juexia no longer looks in the mirror. He tries to use reason to drive out those negative emotions, but he is trembling slightly. He needs Sudoku, he needs to think so he can calm his emotions. As long as he can let him do some questions and let his brain turn, he should be well.

Anxious climbed into the heart, Fang Juexia lost his way.

When he came out of the bathroom, he heard the sound of closing the door, and looked up along the sound, and saw a person who was half wet.

Illusion?

How is it like Pei Tingsong?

Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia, and his heart throbbed. He was as pale as a dry flower, stubborn to maintain its original shape, but it was powdery when touched. His eyes were extinguished, as if he could not see himself.

He quickly walked up and called Jue Xia, wanting to hold him in his arms, but when he was one step closer, he saw Fang Jue Xia's eyes falling down, and he paused. It seemed that fear of this hug would appear hastily, which would make Fang Juexia's mood more uneasy.

So Pei Tingsong became hesitant, and the hand he wanted to reach out retracted.

Fang Juexia slowly raised her hand and touched Pei Tingsong's chest, which was hot and heartbeat.

"You're back." He only confirmed that it was not an illusion, and then said the sentence like someone who didn't happen anything but just waited for his lover to come home.

He even tried to say more words that had been prepared long ago, and his voice was calmly modified, "... how has the matter over there been done? Did your mother give up?"

Pei Tingsong took his hand and looked at the wound on his face, angry and sad, and his heart was blocked. He didn't answer Fang Juexia's question, "I hurried back when I received the news."

"Did he hit you? I must interrupt him today ..."

Fang Juexia shook his head weakly, "Not succeeded." He was afraid that Pei Tingsong was worried, and repeated it again, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Pei Tingsong will naturally not believe.

He had learned from the bodyguard that Fang Juexia didn't close his eyes all night, watching Fang Ping's crazy appearance for a whole night. He didn't dare to think about Fang Juexia's mood at the moment, just wanted to coax him and take him away from this scumbag.

"Jue Xia, will you go back with me first?" He put his voice down very softly and raised his hand to touch Fang Jue Xia's cheek. worry."

"Sleep?" Fang Juexia seemed to hear only a few words and was confused. He shook his head, "I don't want to sleep here, it's too dirty here."

"I know." Pei Tingsong rubbed his hand. "Let's go back, come back to me, okay?"

Fang Juexia nodded slightly.

In order to facilitate interrogation, Pei Tingsong arranged a suite directly in the high-end apartment where he lived. Now it is easy to go back, but it is difficult to appease Fang Juexia.

Fang Juexia was dazed and felt very uncomfortable. When he entered the apartment, he unconsciously walked into the empty living room. The breath after the rain rushed into his nose, condensing his breath and thoughts, making him uncomfortable and making him unable to think rationally. Even the sound of Pei Tingsong was heard through the rain, very vague and weak.

Feeling his hands held up by him, he felt he was taken to the room by him, he was sensitive and dull.

He said that he wanted to take a bath, but Pei Tingsong couldn't rest assured, but he couldn't but he could only promise and put hot water in the bathtub. Fang Juexia took off his shirt on his back, and his waist was bruised.

Pei Tingsong clenched his fists.

The hot water saved his life and allowed the ice on him to melt a little. Fang Juexia leaned on the side of the bathtub and leaned against the ceiling, allowing Pei Tingsong to carefully wash the wound on his forehead. Fang Juexia didn't say a word when taking a shower, as if thinking about something, but as if she was just dazed.

The only thing he said was to let Pei Tingsong go out, he wanted to wash himself.

Pei Tingsong can only go out, leaving the change of clothes, and guarding the closed bathroom door outside, hanging a heart.

He regretted that he returned to the United States at this time, regretting that he was not with Fang Juexia at the first moment of the incident. But he also knew what he could do even if he was there.

But watching Fang Juexia's nightmare repeat itself.

This man was willing to be with him after all difficulties, and he finally convinced him to give it a try, persuading him to come out of the shadow and distrust of love made by his biological father into his arms.

Will he regret it now?

The bathroom door opened, and Fang Juexia came out barefoot in Pei Tingsong's pajamas, and came to Pei Tingsong with hot and humid vapor. He lay down on the bed consciously, without letting Pei Tingsong urge again.

"Then you have a rest." Pei Tingsong tucked him in for a corner, lowering his eyes and lowering his voice. "Call me if you have anything."

When he was about to turn around, Fang Juexia sat up, grabbed his hand, and his eyes turned red.

"You are back, haven't hugged me yet."

At the moment when he heard this sentence, Pei Tingsong suddenly realized that he was really an asshole, saying that he liked him, but he had no confidence in him.

Too bad, bad and fragile, as if he heard Fang Juexia saying nothing, he would collapse.

Pei Tingsong held Fang Juexia in his arms, his nose sore, and tried to hold back the tears, "I'm sorry."

Fang Juexia didn't understand his apology, so he didn't respond, but just raised his hand and hugged him in a soft voice. "You didn't answer my question, what happened there?"

Pei Tingsong shook his head, touched his back neck, and kissed his hair again, "It's all right."

"That's good." Fang Jue Xia shrinked in his arms and closed his eyes.

They are two injured animals, which will lower their body temperature when bleeding. So they have no choice but to hug each other's body temperature to survive.

Fang Juexia is accustomed to perennial emotional management, and is used to overwhelming sensibility with reason, so there is no way to hysterize even pain. Fleshed memories and emotions are always separated by a piece of frosted glass, not completely, not directly.

"You know, I sometimes feel pretty dark. When I know that the person who followed me in the parking lot is attacking him, guess what my first reaction was."

Fang Juexia tried to keep the voice steady. "I want my mother to come immediately and see for herself who she has been waiting for so many years."

Pei Tingsong heard the despair in his heart.

"I watched him all night, listening to him go crazy, listening to him scolding me and my mom, and every moment after that I would have that kind of thought in my heart. I even wanted to record him like this, smashing him in The steel rods on my head were photographed, and they were all sent to my mother to make her awake and let her end the fantasy. "

His emotions eventually fermented in Pei Tingsong's arms, gradually approaching the verge of outbreak.

"Every time I want to do this, I think of my mother sitting at the table looking at the door. No matter how sad she is, her face is full of hope. It's like ..."

Just like waiting for the spring of every year.

He didn't know what would happen to her if there were no spring in the future.

Thinking of here, Fang Juexia's tears finally fell down, big and big, like unbearable stones rolling down from the iceberg.

This was the first time since Pei Tingsong knew him that he really saw Fang Juexia crying, not for himself, but for his mother's love. A once-satisfactory story eventually became a shackle, a life-long probation.

Even though it was a suspended sentence, Fang Juexia couldn't bear to break his mother's illusions with her own hands.

Probation is better than immediate execution.

Pei Tingsong stroked Fang Juexia's cheek and kissed the tears on his face gently.

Fang Jue Xia Wang looked at him, "You said? Let her continue to wait for a lover who no longer exists, is it ... Isn't it so cruel?"

"We don't say it, don't tell her." Pei Tingsong pressed his forehead, "I will send him to the place where I should go, I won't let him appear in front of you again, I won't let him hurt you again. "

For the first time, he learned to love someone, for the first time he had a desire for spiritual and physical unity, for the first time he learned to give up resistance, and it was also the first time he tried to taste the heartache of others.

But he would rather not have such an experience, and wanted Fang Juexia to get better.

"He was not like this in the past, and he has also protected me."

Fang Juexia's body trembled in his arms, "He used to be like this, holding me, taking me to the training room, watching him practice basic skills, watching him dance. My mother said that when I was a few months old, I was particularly capable Crying, every day someone had to hug him to fall asleep, so he did n’t sleep all night, hugged me in his arms, and hummed me to the song he danced. He also praised me as the best-looking kid in the world Watching me all night when I had a fever, on the Pearl River cruise ship, let me sit on his shoulder and blow the river wind. "

These are not fake, and he did have fatherly love.

"Before he fell, before I knew it was night blind, he said ..."

He took a deep breath, "He said that my mother and I were his favorite people, and he said I was his pride."

"But actually, compared to his own pride, I am nothing, right?"

Pei Tingsong stroked his hair, "No, Fang Juexia, you are the best and most precious person in the world."

"You have to remember that failure, alcohol and poison, these things have long corroded him, he is no longer a normal person, no matter what he said is full of malicious words, it is wrong, don't listen."

That's right, Fang Juexia meditation in the heart said what Pei Tingsong said.

He is not a normal person, all the misses he has said are deceptions.

After many years of reunion, Fang Ping gave him nothing but bruises and wounds.

He lay down, lying in Pei Tingsong's arms, feeling his hands rubbing his hair and back.

Pei Tingsong can feel Fang Juexia's inner pull, which is very mysterious, but he just feels it. He has n’t been able to make a decision for so many years, so now it ’s so tormenting, and whenever he sees his father again and suffers his abuse again, Fang Juexia will be miserable.

"Are you still pulling in your heart? The father when he was a kid, and the one he met now."

Fang Juexia couldn't deny it.

He constantly persuaded himself, just like his mother, the person in front of him was no longer him. It is the best choice for him to live by himself. But he still felt very painful in his heart, especially dreaming about the past, the first time he saw the stage in his arms.

Every time I woke up, tears burst into my eyes.

Pei Tingsong read his silence, "Everyone in this world is changing every moment, because of various reasons, in various environments. Even if we accept this change, it is often difficult Determine whether this person is still the original one. "

Speaking of this, he touched Fang Juexia's cheek and asked softly, "Have you heard the story of the ship of Theseus?"

Fang Juexia shook his head, holding back his emotions, "Are there any philosophical paradoxes?"

"As you guessed." Pei Tingsong took his hand. "This is a very old thought experiment. Suppose there is a ship, as long as people repair and replace parts without interruption, it can continue to sail. Whenever there is Any deck is decaying, any canvas is damaged, and it is replaced with a new one. In the past hundreds of years, the ship of Theseus no longer has any of the original parts. Is it still the original one? "

Fang Juexia thought, and the two answers argued in his mind. Under the constant replacement and renewal of this ship, there are no parts in the past, and everything in the past ship is lost.

But it was gradually lost, not directly replaced by a new ship, it was still called Theseus, and it was still sailing on the sea all the time.

After seriously thinking, Fang Juexia spoke, trying to give his own answer, "This question depends on how we define this ship, right?"

Pei Tingsong nodded and moved closer, his nose touching the tip of his nose, "Juexia, do you remember? You already have a definition."

"You said that the essence of a person is the self he strives to protect."

Fang Juexia nodded, tears in his eyes, the awakening after his painful struggle.

Fang Ping has long lost his ego that he had tried to protect.

He tried hard to tell Pei Tingsong his answer, "So ... he is no longer the same as him."

It is no longer the father who once truly loved him.

Pei Tingsong knows this kind of pain because he has also experienced it. It is really difficult to admit that parents do not love themselves, but illusory delusions will only hurt him.

"Just let the ship in the past stay in your heart, it has no physical form, always exists and will never change."

His tears of forbearance fell again. Yes, anyway, he has to admit that his past father has long since disappeared, and he has disappeared from the moment when he fell on the stage and can no longer stand up.

The fall shattered his unsafe self.

It's really hard to admit that you are no longer loved. He has been escaping for so many years and is unwilling to face it, so that the father who loved him in the past and the madman now overlap in a shadow, which makes him afraid of walking in the darkness.

He was afraid that he would be out of control and that he would be swallowed up by the shadow, so he must use all means to keep his reasoning awake at all times. This fear made him refuse to be loved again, refused to love.

Because he didn't want to make more nightmares for himself.

Pei Tingsong's face was close at hand, and they grappled with each other. Fang Juexia finally walked out of that paranoid "wake" and truly woke up.

He admitted that he was wrong.

Surrounded by malice, he subconsciously thought that he needed Sudoku, a rough shift of attention and mood from logical reasoning, and now he only discovered how rough such emotional restraint was.

Pei Tingsong's open arms opened his strong mask.

He just needs love.

Fang Juexia never thought that the cocoon he had made with pain for many years could be easily unlocked by Pei Tingsong. Even just now, he almost subconsciously pushed Pei Tingsong away. He thought he could digest the disaster.

He suddenly thought that when he just returned to bed, Pei Tingsong lost his eyes, he seemed to want to keep himself quiet.

Fang Juexia changed his perspective. Perhaps, Pei Tingsong was afraid that after witnessing Fang Ping's bleak appearance, he would regret falling in love.

If he was in the past, he might really do it. Because he was so scared.

"Listen." Fang Juexia spoke softly, calling his name, "Thank you."

Pei Tingsong smiled, and felt that his heartache had eased a lot. It should be that he thanked Fang Jue Xia Cai right, that he saved himself.

"I know there are many, many failure cases in the world." Fang Juexia raised her hand and put it gently on Pei Tingsong's cheek. The rain outside the window seemed to be lighter and the voice softened.

"But I have never doubted the inevitability of true love." Fang Juexia's eyes were firm and his eyebrows raised. It seems to be saying, look, Fang Juexia is talking about the inevitability of giving you a headache.

And Pei Tingsong's heart did spasm for his "inevitability".

"What's more, I'm changing too, I'm trying to calculate the probability of success now, really." Fang Juexia knows he is a little confused, but he hopes Pei Tingsong can understand his heart, "So don't be afraid of me Will give up, I am not a coward. "

"Well, I know you are brave." Pei Tingsong kissed the tip of his nose and was extremely tender. "It's because I started to suffer, and I changed."

In the past, Pei Tingsong was confident in everything, as if there were no place in the world where he could not go. He can easily step into many forests and live the life he wants. He is free and fearless.

Until I love Xia Xia.

The anger in him was wrapped in Fang Juexia's tenderness, and finally he realized what it was like to be afraid of losing. Now he can't just do the possibility of success, he began to think about the consequences of failure.

Pei Tingsong is really scared, Fang Juexia will tell him one day-this point is wrong, you are still an irrational number.

It was just crying, Fang Juexia looked at Pei Tingsong's sorrowful face, but he didn't consciously laugh, it was his first smile after seeing Fang Ping.

"We are more and more like that, so strange."

Looking at him is like looking at yourself, the symbiosis and unity in the mirror image.

Pei Tingsong hugged him tightly and kissed his side neck.

"Not surprising. We are two Theseus ships sailing on the sea. They met unexpectedly and were afraid of separation. So you exchanged your parts for me. I exchanged my parts for you. We are no longer the past Of us. "

"We became each other."