"What did you say?"
Cheng Qiang almost slammed on the brakes. "Who did Xiao Pei kiss?"
"It was an accident. Aiya, Xiao Pei isn't gay." Ling Yi didn't have time to explain too much to her manager. She directly forwarded Pei Tingsong's private message to the five groups other than Pei Tingsong. [Eliminate the strong, help the weak, resist the tyrants (5)]
[Dash Original Number: Forwarding Message]
[Dash: Brothers, I'm here with the source of happiness!]
[You Huo Ge or You Huo Ge: Is the friend you're talking about yourself.jpg]
[Dash: And the person he kissed was definitely a man. I dare to bet my height in my next life! Judging from his panicked tone, he must have accidentally kissed a man!]
[Flower-flipping National Performer: Hahahahaha, he's single from birth.]
[Dash: Speaking of which, Xiao Pei really hasn't been in a relationship before. He's so handsome. Don't people like him overseas?]
[You Huo Ge or You Huo Ge: How is that possible? I've talked to him before. He thinks that dating is a waste of time. You don't understand the thoughts of an adolescent chuunibyou …]
[Dash: F * ck, could this be Little Tyrant's first kiss?!]
[Flower-flipping National Performer: Wait, let me think. Xiao Pei has been running around for the past few days. Wasn't he still recording his escape yesterday? Where did he find the time to meet his friends? He even kissed them …]
[Captain: Xiao Wen told me that Xiao Pei slept with Juexia at his apartment last night.]
[Dash: F * ck]
[Flower-flipping National Performer:???]
[You Huo Ge or You Huo Ge: Wow]
[Dash: Oh no, I should have sent four people … It's too late to withdraw now.]
After a long time, Pei Tingsong did not receive a reply from Ling Yi. Pei Tingsong felt a little strange, so he sent another message to Fang Juexia while he was cooking porridge.
[First Big Boss: Why aren't you saying anything? I'm in a hurry to tell my friend.]
After poking it, he received a reply.
[Dash: Can be friends. Friends should be affectionate. It's fine to kiss a few more times. Don't worry.]
Is that so?
Pei Tingsong looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone. Then, Fang Juexia came in with a bowl of porridge. "Why aren't you resting? Today is your only chance to rest. There's a press conference for new endorsements tomorrow."
After locking his phone, Pei Tingsong pretended that nothing had happened and tried to divert his attention. "Well, your phone kept vibrating just now."
Fang Juexia nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. It seemed like he did not intend to look at his phone.
He picked up the bowl of thick porridge and stirred it with a spoon. The steam rolled like clouds. A vertical ray of sunlight came through the gap in the curtains and shone on Fang Juexia's face. His dark brown hair shone with a golden luster, and his white skin became more translucent. The capillaries in his eyes were like twisted silk, thin and shallow, and their tails hooked onto the red birthmark.
Pei Tingsong thought of the white bellflower. It was also like this. The sun peeled off the skin, and the fresh veins showed through the snow-white wound.
"Eat this while it's hot." Fang Juexia handed the bowl to Pei Tingsong and looked up at him.
Pei Tingsong hurriedly looked away and almost reached out to take the bowl. Suddenly, he thought of the idol dramas that Ling Yi watched in the car every time she went on a business trip. In those dramas, when the male lead was sick, the female lead would feed him the porridge mouthful by mouthful. There was no need for anyone to do anything.
Fang Juexia frowned slightly and was a little puzzled. "You don't want to eat?"
Pei Tingsong made up his mind and coughed non-stop. He pretended to be weak and said, "I can't raise my hand …"
Fang Juexia was puzzled. "Is your fever that bad?" He put the bowl on the bedside table and reached out to touch Pei Tingsong's forehead.
Pei Tingsong watched him put the bowl down. He felt that everything had deviated from his plan, but he could not say anything.
He couldn't just ask Fang Juexia to feed him, right?
"Logically speaking, the fever should have subsided after taking medicine … but there's no thermometer." Fang Juexia frowned and thought for a while. "Why don't we go to the hospital? Get up and put on some clothes. We'll go to the hospital. "
Eh?
"No, no, I'm not going to the hospital." Pei Tingsong knew that his condition was not that serious. "I'm an adult. I just caught a cold. There's no need to go to the hospital."
"It's not a big deal. Your forehead is sweating. " Fang Juexia wanted to pull him up, but Pei Tingsong refused. "I'll be fine after eating something and sleeping. There's really no need to go to the hospital."
Hearing him say that, Fang Juexia had no other choice. He felt a little guilty. If he had dressed him properly instead of just wearing a bath towel yesterday, Pei Tingsong would not have gotten sick.
"Then you should eat some of this. Although it's tasteless, there's nothing else in your house except rice." Fang Juexia stirred the porridge, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his mouth. He habitually said, "Next time …"
Halfway through his sentence, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped and did not continue speaking. Even the hand that was bringing the porridge to his mouth stopped.
Next time? What next time? Did he really have to cook for Pei Tingsong?
Pei Tingsong saw that he had stopped talking and deliberately reminded him. "What about next time? Will you cook for me next time? Auntie even asked you to cook fried rice for me last time. " With the porridge in his mouth, Pei Tingsong finished speaking and moved closer. Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia's phone, which had been left aside, began to ring endlessly.
"Who's looking for me …" Fang Juexia muttered to himself. He put down the bowl and walked to the other side of the bed to pick up his phone.
He was only a millimeter away from eating the porridge. Pei Tingsong was so angry that he picked it up and took two big bites.
To think that he, Pei Tingsong, who had dominated the world for 20 years, was a fearless devil incarnate, who actually played with a bowl of porridge for so long. What a joke.
"You're awake?" Fang Juexia stood by the bed and picked up the phone. His expression seemed to have changed and his voice was much lower. "… It's good that Grandpa is awake. I … I won't go, in case he sees me and …"
Pei Tingsong looked at him and felt that he had something on his mind.
"Okay." Fang Juexia lowered his head. "I'm quite busy now. I can't go. Mom, take good care of him. Tomorrow? I have work tomorrow too … "
He was silent for a while and finally hung up the phone. With his back facing Pei Tingsong, he sat by the bed and thought of the vibrating messages just now. He lowered his head to check. There were indeed many WeChat messages on the lock screen, but none of them entered. There was only an announcement that the group was disbanding.
"Why is it suddenly disbanding …"
Pei Tingsong coughed and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's disbanding?"
"It's a group." Thinking that there was no Pei Tingsong in this group, Fang Juexia did not intend to say more. He did not want to make Pei Tingsong even angrier if he knew that they had a group behind his back. "It's nothing."
"It is, right?" Pei Tingsong asked tentatively. "Was it Auntie who called you just now?"
Fang Juexia nodded but did not say more.
Pei Tingsong remembered that Fang Juexia's mother came to Beijing last time because of Grandpa's illness. From the phone call just now, it seemed to be about the same thing. He more or less knew what had happened, but he did not know what exactly had happened. However, Fang Juexia's expression just now seemed to be quite sad.
Growing up, Pei Tingsong was not used to expressing his thoughts tactfully. He was straightforward and did as he pleased. However, he also knew that Fang Juexia was a person who did not want others to interfere with his private affairs. He did not even bother to explain that he had been slandered by the unspoken rules.
Fang Juexia glanced at the touched porridge. "Eat some more? You'll recover faster if you eat more. "
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong was so uncomfortable that he slumped beside his hand. His voice was so weak that it could float. "Fang Juexia, it's so uncomfortable … It hurts when I swallow. My bones hurt all over."
"Why is it so serious?" Fang Juexia frowned and reached out to touch his face and the back of his neck. It was indeed quite hot. "What should we do?"
Pei Tingsong looked as if he was about to die. "I think I should go to the hospital …"
Looking at Pei Tingsong's sickly appearance, Fang Juexia did not dare to say anything harsh. "I said just now that we should go to the hospital, but you refused. Now you're even more uncomfortable, right? "He sighed and got up to open the wardrobe." Do you have a turtleneck sweater? Lend me one. "
"Ah? Yes … Look for it. "
He could not think too much about it. Whenever he thought about it, he would remember his beastly behavior when he bit Fang Juexia's Adam's apple.
Fang Juexia turned his back to him and rummaged through the wardrobe. He found a dark green turtleneck sweater and took it off. He only had one thing on his mind: to cover his wound. He did not care about anything else and simply took off his pajamas.
Coincidentally, Pei Tingsong, who was lying on the bed and pretending to be dead, looked up at him. He had only wanted to see what Fang Juexia had chosen, but he hadn't expected to see a fair body. As she put on the sweater, he could see the lines of her back and waist. She looked like a piece of flowing porcelain.
The mirror in the wardrobe reflected Fang Juexia's lean waist. His abdomen muscles were not lumpy, but smooth and flat, soft and white.
He quickly glanced at him.
How could there be a man with such a thin waist?
"I'll wear this." Fang Juexia turned around, tugged at the oversized hem, and looked into his eyes. "It's okay, right?"
Pei Tingsong looked up and grunted in acknowledgment.
Fang Juexia did not expect to hear any nice words from him. He picked up his pajamas and prepared to change into his pants. He wanted to take him to see a doctor as soon as possible. "After I go back …"
"I'll give it to you."
He paused and heard Pei Tingsong say behind him, "You look good in it."
Fang Juexia turned around to look at him, but Pei Tingsong turned his back to him and added, "I bought it myself."
He was always so weird. Fang Juexia told himself to get used to it. Pei Tingsong was different from other boys, so he did not immediately reject him and say something like "no need, I'll return it to you."
"Hurry up and change your clothes. If you're really uncomfortable and don't want to change, just put on a thicker sweater and a thick jacket."
"No." Pei Tingsong sat up, his pale face stubbornly refusing to admit defeat. "You can't wear a jacket out casually."
Fang Juexia was finally amused. "Okay, I'll wear a jacket."
Fang Juexia quickly tidied up. Ignoring Pei Tingsong's strong objections, he wrapped him in a huge cotton jacket. He was already tall, so he had to put on a big cotton jacket.
"I look like a wall."
As expected of a literary student, Fang Juexia sighed inwardly. His use of metaphor was superb.
"It's windy outside. Wear more clothes." Fang Juexia helped him into the car and went to the driver's seat. "Fasten your seatbelt."
He took out his phone to navigate and said to himself, "Let me see where the nearest hospital is first …"
"Hey, wait." Pei Tingsong took his phone and pulled down his mask. "The nearest hospital is not good, and there are a lot of people. I don't want to be photographed. You drive out first, drive out. "
Fang Juexia looked at him and thought that the patient was more important, so he drove out of the neighborhood and got on the road.
"Then where do you want to go?"
Pei Tingsong let out a long hum. His eyes darted around, and his whole body shrank into his king-sized cotton jacket. Finally, he cleared his throat and said in a very low voice, "I want to go to the hospital where your grandfather was treated …"
Fang Juexia suddenly braked and stopped the car by the roadside. He looked at him without saying a word.
Pei Tingsong quickly crawled out of the jacket and hurriedly explained, "No, that's not it. You see, your grandfather came all the way to Beijing to see a doctor. The hospital he chose must be very good, right? I …"
"So that's why you suddenly want to see a doctor." Fang Juexia took a deep breath. The sunlight outside the car window made him squint his eyes. "You're actually not that uncomfortable."
"I'm uncomfortable!" Pei Tingsong grabbed Fang Juexia's hand and placed it on his head. "Feel it. It's still hot. I'm really uncomfortable. " He spoke too quickly and choked. He coughed violently and almost coughed out his lungs, but he still did not let go.
Fang Juexia looked cold but his heart softened. Seeing that Pei Tingsong was coughing like this, he knew that he would not be able to handle work tomorrow. He pulled his hand out, opened the thermos flask, and handed it to him. He started the car again. "There won't be a next time."
Pei Tingsong took the flask and coughed until his face was red. He drank some water and calmed himself down. He felt that his choking came at the right time.
The hospital where Fang Juexia's grandfather was hospitalized was not too far from here. It was a 20-minute drive away. Pei Tingsong was indeed uncomfortable. It was not as exaggerated as he acted, but he still had a fever. As soon as the car started, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Even though it was only a short period of time, he still had a dream.
In his dream, he returned to his childhood. He pushed his grandfather's wheelchair in the small garden to bask in the sun. The two of them read quietly together. The ivy had been green for another spring and was about to climb up the back window of his room.
Then he suddenly heard someone calling him. The sunlight in his dream was like a large soft knife, cutting the scene in his field of vision into pieces. He could not see the person clearly, but he felt that the voice was familiar. It was cold and clear with a hint of soft warmth.
He woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the owner of the voice in his dream.
"Put on your mask." Fang Juexia helped him put on his coat, zipped it to the top, and put on his hat. He stretched out his slightly cold hand to the side of his face and placed it on the back of his hand to check his temperature.
"We're here so soon." Pei Tingsong's voice was even more hoarse. He had just woken up and felt a little light-headed. However, he refused to let Fang Juexia help him. It was as if he was afraid that others would laugh at him. "I can walk on my own."
Fang Juexia looked at him as if he was looking at a crumbling wall. He could not help but laugh.
Pei Tingsong looked around and leaned closer to Fang Juexia. "Is this the hospital where your grandfather is?"
Fang Juexia nodded. "Let's go and register."
"Hey, wait." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm. "You go and see your grandfather. I can register myself."
Fang Juexia stared at him and did not say anything. Pei Tingsong said again, "It's true. I can see the doctor myself. Hurry up and go. Shouldn't he be in the inpatient department? "
"Let's register."
"Why don't you listen to me? Didn't I speak in Chinese? "Pei Tingsong grabbed him." You're already here. Are you really not going to go? "
Fang Juexia didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he dragged Pei Tingsong to a less crowded area. He looked into Pei Tingsong's eyes and said, "He doesn't want to see me. Do you understand what I'm saying?" The spring breeze blew Fang Juexia's hair away, revealing the red birthmark at the corner of his eye.
Pei Tingsong did not expect this, but Fang Juexia's eyes were as soft as water.
He helped Fang Juexia lower the brim of his cap to cover the mark that was the easiest to recognize.
"I don't know if he wants to see you, but I know you want to see him."
Fang Juexia looked at him like this. The ripples in his eyes trembled, and then he suddenly turned his head away. The magnolia flowers in the hospital had bloomed. They were as white as snow, but when the spring breeze blew, they softened and swayed one's mind.
In the end, he was still dragged to the inpatient department by Pei Tingsong. The two of them finally found the ward number that his mother had sent him a long time ago. He had previously transferred a lot of money to his mother and used his college classmate's connections to arrange for his grandfather to stay in this private hospital. He wanted to let his grandfather stay in the VIP ward, but it seemed that it did not work out. This was just a very ordinary single ward. There was a big bright window, and outside it were swaying magnolia flowers.
There was an old man lying on the bed. His head was tilted, and he seemed to be asleep. Fang Juexia's mother gently removed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and took away his newspaper.
After a long time, Pei Tingsong was sweating all over. Through the window on the door of the ward, he looked at the situation inside and then turned his head to look at Fang Juexia's expression. Seeing that he looked like he was about to escape, he immediately pushed the door of the ward open. He held Fang Juexia's shoulders with both hands and pushed him to the front.
Fang Juexia's mother looked up and was stunned for a moment. She saw her son suddenly appear at the door. She also saw Xiao Pei, who she had not seen in a long time, tilting his head and smiling at her. He mouthed the words' Auntie '.
It was a pleasant surprise.
At this point, Fang Juexia could only bite the bullet and walk in. He smiled at his mother and then stood by the bed to look at his grandfather, who was sleeping soundly.
He looked good. There were thin tubes in his nostrils. His chest rose and fell, and he was snoring softly.
Fang Juexia looked at his mother and asked in a low voice, "Was the operation successful?"
His mother nodded. "It's pretty good. He just said that he wanted to eat an apple, but I didn't have time to peel it. He fell asleep while reading the newspaper."
Pei Tingsong sat Fang Juexia down and ran to sit beside his mother. His mother looked at him. "Why are you wearing so much? You're sweating. Are you sick?"
Pei Tingsong nodded. "I caught a cold." He then put on a mask, revealing only his smiling eyes.
The shadow of the magnolia flowers outside the window was reflected on his grandfather's bed. Fang Juexia sat there quietly, his eyes fixed on his grandfather. He didn't say a word. The situation now was better than he had expected. He could visit him so quietly, and his grandfather would not throw a tantrum and chase him away.
He had not seen his grandfather for more than a year. The person sleeping soundly in front of him seemed to have aged a lot. His hair was white, and even his eyebrows were white. Fang Juexia had never imagined the feeling of this person gradually aging. In his memory, this person always seemed to have a straight back, serious and serious. No matter where he stood, it was as if he was standing on a podium three feet long.
He picked up the apple and fruit knife beside the bed and started to peel the apple. The sharp edge of the knife was embedded in the flesh of the apple. The red peel fell in circles, just like the slide he had sat on when he was young.
There was a children's playground in his grandfather's neighborhood, and there was a red slide inside. He only went back during the winter and summer vacations. His grandfather always refused to let him sit or look out the window. He said that if he hurt his leg, the house would be turned upside down again.
If he obediently finished a set of Mathematical Olympiad papers, his grandfather would take him out would take him out with a straight face and play with him on the slide for half an hour. He would not squat down to catch him like other parents. He would always stand below with his hands behind his back, watching him climb up and slide down happily.
Half an hour, not a minute more, not a minute less. When the time was up, he would leave.
Little Fang Juexia slid down the slide and chased after his grandfather's back. He stumbled forward until he could reach his grandfather's fingers. Then, he slowed down and went home with him.
The apple peel fell to his knees. Fang Juexia picked it up and put it on the table with the intact pulp. He got up and got a glass of water for him. He walked over to Pei Tingsong and interrupted him and his mother.
"Let's go."
"So soon?" Pei Tingsong glanced at Mother Fang. She seemed to be satisfied and had a smile on her face. "Go." Mother Fang looked up at Fang Juexia and said, "Good boy, take Xiao Pei to get an IV drip."
Fang Juexia nodded and did not say anything. He pulled Pei Tingsong out of the ward. He was silent the whole way. He took him to a number, took him to the doctor, and then took him to get an IV drip. The environment of the private hospital was good. There were fewer people on weekdays than expected. They found an empty injection room and sat inside to get an IV drip.
After a long morning, Pei Tingsong was still quite energetic before his mission was completed. However, his symptoms worsened as soon as he came out of the inpatient department. He felt dizzy and dizzy. When the nurse inserted the IV drip, he glanced at it and felt as if there were ten needles in it.
"You'll feel better after the IV drip." Fang Juexia sat next to him and patted his back when he coughed.
Pei Tingsong leaned back in his chair and looked at the transparent liquid in the IV drip. He turned to look at him and said, "I want to eat an apple too."
Fang Juexia blinked and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
After looking at each other for ten seconds, Pei Tingsong laughed and said, "I was lying. I don't want to eat." He touched his throat with the hand that was not on the IV drip. "My throat hurts."
This action reminded Fang Juexia of his own throat. He pulled the collar of his sweater and looked down at the tip of his sneakers. He glanced at Pei Tingsong's helpless long legs. He retracted his hand and stretched it out again.
"You …" Pei Tingsong finally spoke. There was a rare uncertainty in his tone. "Do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?"
Fang Juexia unscrewed the thermos flask and took a sip of water before tightening it again. The warm water flowed down his dry throat and warmed his whole body. To be honest, when he saw the foreign policeman lying on the hospital bed, he felt as if a huge rock had been lifted from his heart.
Pei Tingsong was very strange. He did not understand the social etiquette of the city people who did not ask, understand, or care about. No matter what, he had to do what he wanted to do. He was the complete opposite of him.
However, to a certain extent, Fang Juexia was a little grateful. He was grateful that he had tried his best to create an excuse for him to go down and meet the person he wanted to meet.
He did not answer Pei Tingsong's question. Instead, he looked at the white wall in front of him and spoke.
"My grandfather is a very conservative person. My grandmother passed away before I was born. My mother is his only child."
Pei Tingsong was a little surprised. He did not expect Fang Juexia to talk about his family.
"My mother never left him before she went to university. Later, she went to Guangzhou to study and met my …" Fang Juexia hesitated. "My grandfather did not allow them to be together. He felt that a dancer like my father was not reliable. Moreover, he did not want my mother to leave him and go so far south. They had a big fight. My mother secretly took the train and left Shandong. She got married to my father. "
Pei Tingsong listened quietly. With his background, it was difficult for him to understand the conflict between the two generations. However, to him, eloping seemed to be a very romantic thing.
However, romance often came with a price.
"After I was born, my mother went back. At first, he did not want to see us. My mother said that she stood at the door and kept calling, but he did not pick up or open the door. Later, when I grew up, he seemed to compromise a little. When I went back, he was willing to see us. He even tidied up a small room for me and occasionally tutored me. " Fang Juexia lowered his head and spoke very slowly. His voice was also very low. "My grandfather was a mathematics teacher and taught for his whole life. He said that I was smarter than my mother and was very sensitive to numbers. He said that I was a good seedling. "
The story seemed to be developing in a good direction, but the disappointment in Fang Juexia's voice could not be hidden.
"What happened after that?" Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia took a breath. "After that, only my mother and I were left. My grandfather asked us to go back to him. However … "
Pei Tingsong looked at his side profile.
"However, I also liked dancing. I wanted to dance, so I stayed in Guangzhou to learn dance."
"He was very disappointed. My father and I are the same kind of people. "
It was these few simple sentences that could not be more condensed that made Pei Tingsong see Fang Juexia's childhood in miniature. He seemed to have thousands of words in his heart, but these thousands of words were stuck in his throat and could not be said.
"Do you want to eat an apple?" Fang Juexia seemed to get up to leave. "I'll buy some for you."
"I don't want to eat." Pei Tingsong grabbed his arm so that he could not leave. "I said I was joking."
"Okay." Fang Juexia sat back in his seat and looked at the snow-white wall.
All of a sudden, he was hugged by Pei Tingsong. In front of him was an arm that was holding a transparent IV tube. It wrapped around his neck and hugged him.
"I feel so uncomfortable …" His voice was hoarse, but his tone was soft. "Let me hug you for a while."
Pei Tingsong's head shrank into Fang Juexia's shoulder. Like a large sick dog, he rubbed against him and hugged him tightly. Fang Juexia could not bear to push him away, so he convinced himself that it was normal for friends to hug each other.
The little clock in his heart was ticking, and with the droplets of water falling from the IV tube, it slid into his heart drop by drop. It was itchy, like a drop of morning dew falling from the tip of a leaf after a spring rain, and it fell on his shoulder.
"Fang Juexia." After a minute and a half of silence, Pei Tingsong spoke again in a muffled voice.
Fang Juexia leaned his head against his as a response and waited for him to continue. Their bones were intimately pressed together, conveying the warmth of a low fever. "Didn't you say that you don't have any emotions when dealing with people you don't care about? There must be a reason for this kind of temper. Your grandfather must be the same as you. "
When he spoke, the hot steam sprayed on the side of his neck, carefully wetting the soft sweater.
"It's because he loves you that he's angry with you."
Fang Juexia was a little stunned. The little clock in his heart was dragging on for a second, twice, or even twice as long.
"And you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't waste your talent at all …"
His head was dizzy, as if he was the one who was sick. Every word from Pei Tingsong's mouth was transmitted, leaving a long vibration.
"You belong on the stage."