Chapter 111: Fanwai II: True and False Trumpet (Part 1)

Pei Tingsong did not think that one day he could have a new family.
In fact, he never imagined coming out in front of Fang Juexia's family. This seems unlikely, because Fang Juexia's restrained personality and his family's special. But what he did not expect was that Fang Juexia even showed up on the first day of taking him home, and did not even plan to tell him.
In the whole process of coming out, Fang Jue Xia Du bravely stood in front of Pei Ting Song. Like a real brother, he took all his motivations and responsibilities to himself, just like he is the dominant one in this relationship. One.
But Pei Tingsong knew that he wasn't, and he first provoked him, but in order not to blame his family, Fang Jue Xia Ning could play the role of a bad brother with the smallest member of the bad team.
Perhaps Fang Juexia at that time was also holding the worst plan to come up with all this.
So he also pretended not to know, and went back to Fang Juexia's room alone. That night he held Fang Juexia's back and couldn't sleep.
It was only then that he discovered that having the best people in the world was a scary thing. Suddenly afraid of nothing, he would suddenly be very afraid of losing.
The night after leaving Guangzhou for Shanghai to attend the next concert, Pei Tingsong found a letter when he cleared his luggage. It was written by Fang's mother and secretly placed in the inner pocket of his coat.
[Listen, Jue Xia told Auntie about you, I guess he did n’t discuss with you. And because of his grandpa's physical problems, I advised him not to tell grandpa for the time being. I will slowly guide grandpa. The old man is getting older, and may not be able to accept things that are different from his conception at once. I hope you understand.
In fact, I have already noticed your feelings before. I know Jue Xia very well. He is a child who pursues efficiency and results. Human energy is limited, so he often saves expression and communication and lives in his own world. He is not too weak, even if he is frustrated and injured, he has internalized all his emotions.
But then I went to Beijing, and I could see it in those days. Although he has deliberately converged, as long as you show up, his eyes will fall on you as soon as possible, turning around you, his eyes will smile when he looks at you, and he is very soft. There is no way to deceive one's eyes.
I know you also like him very much. I can see everything you do to him and your contribution to our family. But I believe you also know that aunt is someone who has suffered. So when I saw that my child was on the same path as me, I always felt terrified. I know that if I ask you, it will seem a little unreasonable. But the only wish of my aunt in this life is that Juexia can be different from me. I don't want Juexia to taste it again after such hardships.
So if you can, Auntie hopes you will fall in love for a long time.
I know that you are unfamiliar with the term mother, and may be a little bit resistant, so auntie would not say it easily like "please treat me as your mother". But in the mind of Auntie, you are already our family.
Take care of yourself and come back when you have time. Auntie will make good soup for you. ]
Pei Tingsong always remembers how he read the letter.
One day two weeks later, Ms. Fang also received a long reply. When she saw the last sentence, she couldn't help but smile.
[Mom, I promise you that I will give him a spring that will not wither. ]
After traveling in ten cities across the country, the Kaledo tour lasted for more than two months and ended in Hangzhou. They have seen different summers in many cities.
The tour took a lot of energy, so after returning to Beijing, the company gave them a few days off and didn't plan much. As soon as he was lazy, Pei Tingsong abducted Fang Juexia to his apartment. Although the dormitory is also very good, there is no convenience for the two-person world.
Before, the apartment was only occupied by myself, and it was always empty. With Fang Juexia, he always wanted to buy what he likes and buy a lot of new furniture, so this little house became more and more like a home. They read books and movies inside, hug their naps for a long time and wake up together when they wake up.
"Did you finish it?" Pei Tingsong leaned on the newly bought sofa and tuned on the Internet TV. "Is this variety show by Ling Yike updated?"
"It was updated yesterday." Fang Juexia closed the refrigerator door.
Unable to find the show at once, Pei Tingsong simply went to the kitchen.
"Be careful when you cut things." He held out his hand and propped on the countertop, watching Fang Juexia bow his head and cut the fruit seriously, as if doing something particularly important.
So Pei Tingsong took advantage of his inattention and stole his cut red dragon fruit into his mouth.
Who knows that Fang Juexia didn't lift her head, and directly took it off, "No stealing is allowed."
"I didn't." Pei Tingsong directly denied.
Fang Juexia raised his head and squeezed his chin in his hands. "You don't lie without drafts, your tongue is red."
Who knows that just after finishing the talk, Fang Juexia's waist was caught, the distance suddenly shrank, and Pei Tingsong's kiss invaded in a blink of an eye with sweetness. After the tongue was entangled briefly, he retreated and smiled like a mischievous child.
"Then you eat now, you are not qualified to say me."
"What did I eat?"
"You eat me ~"
"... Pei Tingsong, do you see the knife in my hand bright?"
"I was wrong. I was wrong." Pei Tingsong smiled and took away the fruit knife from Fang Juexia's hand, and then picked up his baby and let him sit on the island of Nakajima in the kitchen. Waist, "The knife can't be played casually, just play with me."
"What fun do you have?" Fang Jue Xia Zeng pinched his neck fiercely, but still couldn't hold his smile, and finally put his hands on his neck, looked at him with those beautiful eyes, the eyes were clear, the melting snow, Warm light.
Suddenly, Pei Tingsong thought of the letter written by Fang's mother, thinking that he said Fang Jue Xia Wang looked at him, and his heart suddenly softened. So I went up and kissed him softly, keeping my lips close to each other for two seconds before releasing.
But when he let go, Fang Juexia kissed again. His hand held the back of Pei Tingsong's head, his tongue protruded in, and all movements were tentative. With his eyes closed, he felt the intimate lips and tongue in the dark, and the peculiar dentition of Pei Tingsong.
Wet and scarlet, they are tropical fruits and they are kisses.
Pei Tingsong was born with a bit of a stubborn animal nature. When kissing, he always subconsciously bit his lips. When he bit it, Fang Juexia would make a very soft sound, like stopping, like some kind of attractive encouragement.
"Well……"
With his hand holding Fang Juexia's back, he placed him on the countertop of Nakajima with his lips and teeth down, biting off the first button of his pajamas.
But what I wanted to happen did not happen smoothly.
Pei Tingsong's cell phone rang, he didn't see it and pressed it off, but it rang again soon.
"You pick it up." Fang Juexia, who was lying in Nakajima, put his arms up and gasped, "What if it's an emergency."
"Okay." Pei Tingsong sighed long, took out his phone and saw the Qiang brother displayed on the screen, and then connected the phone, "Hey, Qiang brother."
Fang Juexia, who was suddenly idle, sat on Nakajima, swaying his legs, and reached out to take a well-opened eustoma from the vase on the countertop, and rubbed the neck of Pei Tingsong with the flower.
"What? Trumpet?" Pei Ting-song's tone changed greatly, full of unbelievable, "how is it possible?"
small?
Fang Juexia stopped moving in his hand, and the flower didn't move around his neck.
Is it possible that Pei Tingsong's trumpet was picked up?
He hasn't even seen it yet.
Thinking of this, Fang Juexia, who had always been without a gossip spirit, suddenly became curious, so he took off his slippers, took two long legs hanging out, took out his mobile phone in his pocket, opened Weibo, and searched for keywords [裴 听 颂 小号] , Clicked on the first popular related article.
[@ 八卦 没 了: Netizens suspected of picking out Pei Tingsong's trumpet. The style in it was a little bit angry, and he was so angry that the air was so loud that Pei Tingsong did. However, there are several photos shared that seem to suggest love, is another house going to collapse? ]
Fang Juexia was quite guilty, so clicked directly to see the screenshot. The id of the trumpet is a Platonic spiritual love. The first picture with the picture is a screenshot of the lyrics of an English rap shared about the girl. There is also a ring that was photographed. The blog post is only equipped with three emoji expressions, a boy and a girl, and a ring in the middle.
Right?
At this time, Pei Tingsong also hung up the phone, so he was so angry that he talked to Fang Juexia and opened Weibo directly.
"This trumpet was forged by others." Fang Juexia obediently pressed his chin to his shoulder. After getting angry, Pei Tingsong's first reaction was to turn his head to go to Fang Juexia, and then focus on his mobile phone. "Of course, I was so angry that I was given such a false mark without a level."
Watching Pei Tingsong's fingers type quickly, Fang Juexia couldn't help laughing, kissed his ear, "Don't be angry with them."
[@Kaleido 裴 听 颂: WTF? @ 柏拉图 式 精神 恋恋, this cheesy fake number has nothing to do with me. I also want to make up an unknown girlfriend for me. The appearance fee immediately hits the star chart. Thank you. In addition, I will complain to you about science by virtue. The so-called Plato ’s view of love is equal to
spiritual love
. It is the definition proposed by the Italian philosopher Marsilio Ficino in the 15th century. People, but everyone who knows a little bit about the daily life of Greek philosophers knows that Platonic love discusses the feelings between men (come to the bar, the bar is what Schopenhauer said), id is called Platonic love, and the blog post is about secret love For young girls, the formation of contradictions should also conform to the basic logic.
Also, I scold people for using large size, otherwise it would be boring to show to whom. ]
"Huh." Fang Juexia's chin rested on Pei Tingsong's shoulder, looked at the phone screen, and tilted his head to look at him. "You're going to search again on your Weibo."
Not only, it may also be on the Huobi event book.
"Just go up."
Seeing him sulking, Fang Juexia poked his cheek with his finger, "I haven't seen your trumpet yet. I won't really be picked out." Thinking of the content that the fake trumpet just released, Fang Juexia suddenly wanted to ask Pei Tingsong if there was anything about him, but he still didn't ask. Because he doesn't know if he wants to have it or not.
"Absolutely impossible." Pei Tingsong said very firmly.
is it? But Fang Juexia always had a bad hunch.
"It's too rubbish." They all obviously retweet on Weibo, but Pei Tingsong is still angrily shattering his thoughts, "I don't know I think I am at this level."
What is this brain circuit.
Fang Juexia blurted out, "You are so cute."
Being Fang Jue Xia Kua always had a very awkward feeling, Pei Tingsong turned around and tickled him, "Who said you are cute, who said you are cute ..."
"Itchy, don't touch me, Pei Tingsong!" Fang Juexia was afraid of itching and slid directly off the countertop. He was chased by Pei Tingsong to the living room and collapsed on the sofa.
Fang Juexia was frustrated by his shortness of breath, panting, and his hand kept pushing his arm. "You get up, how heavy."
"It's not the first time you are pressed on you, it's too heavy at the moment."
"……To shut up."
So Pei Tingsong really shut up, but also let Fang Juexia shut up. The weather in early autumn was a little dry, and the skin on the skin became moist between the rubs.
"I like this new sofa." Pei Tingsong's voice contained hot steam, which warmed Fang Juexia's ears, and the heat flow ran down the arterial blood vessels. He lost his strength and was turned over and held back. It looks good on top. "
Lips opened, gasps and saliva poured out, and the dark gray sofa was moistened with a dark, wet color, like raindrops falling on the concrete floor.
He returned to the thunderstorm days of summer night under Pei Tingsong.
It was sultry, damp, and sticky, and the air was filled with the smell of mud.
Finally, Fang Juexia was too tired to move, nestled in Pei Tingsong's arms, dazed, still talking in his mouth, "The fruit hasn't been eaten yet."
"I'm full, I can't look at the fruits anymore." Pei Tingsong said with a big voice, so he was directly elbowed by Fang Juexia.
"Teacher Fang, you can't always corporal punish students."
"It doesn't count." Fang Juexia grabbed his wrist and took a small bite. "This is what it was." After he kissed again, with a rare coquettish tone, "I'm hungry and want to eat noodles." "
"Okay, it happened that I bought the thick soup, and it tasted like that." Pei Tingsong said that he got up from the sofa, but instead of going directly to the kitchen, he went to the bathroom and put it in the bathtub. Hot water turned back to hug Fang Juexia who was too lazy to move.
"What are you doing?"
"Delivered on time."
After finishing his little white flower bathing business, Pei Tingsong went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Fang Juexia soaked in the bathtub and thought of the news that Pei Tingsong had just posted on Weibo, so he stretched his arms to reach his mobile phone.
Sure enough, the entry for # 裴 听 颂 答 小号 # has already been searched, and there are various discussions.
[@BEbemei: Ha ha ha ha ha violent Xiao Pei online counterfeiting! ]
[@Oh oh ah what do you say: what come to experience when you come in with the attitude of eating melon ]
[@ Robot himself: But in his last sentence, you taste it, you taste it carefully, does it mean "I have a trumpet, but it is not so tacky, and I do n’t have to trumpet people"? ]
[@ 今日 也 没有 好好 书 书 Reply @ Robot I: I think you are the truth]
That's right, but it shouldn't come out in a while. Fang Juexia is about to point to the next Weibo. The phone suddenly vibrated several times in a row, which is the WeChat group.
Fang Juexia withdrew from Weibo and opened WeChat. Unexpectedly, it was their six people.
[Dash this number: bad bad bad bad]
[You Huo Brother: What basket did you stab? ]
[Dash this number: how do you know! ! ! ]
[Dash code: Is n’t there any variety in this issue? On the show, I was playing with my mobile phone while eating, and the result was taken, so a blurry screenshot, actually pulled out my Weibo trumpet! Ohh Ohh ohh]
It's really strange, are they rushing with the trumpet criminal today?
Fang Juexia also replied, if there is nothing strange about your trumpet, it should be okay.
There was a pause there, and it seemed to think about something more. After a while, Ling Yicai sent it again.
[The dash number: There is nothing strange about my Weibo trumpet ... I really want to say something ...]
[The dash number: I followed Xiao Pei ’s trumpet ...]
what? ?
Fang Juexia sat up from the bathtub at once.
[The dash number: Actually, I have just taken it quickly, but it has been screenshot ...]
He also sent an expression of apology that slipped to his knees.
[Yihuo brother: mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint mouth joint! ]
[You fire brother: @ 卡莱 多 The only big brother Lao Yao, smile and live. ]