Chapter 110: Fan Waiyi: The way home

At the end of the tour of Guangzhou, Xingtu packed a famous local restaurant to hold a super feast, and all the staff participated.
The concert, which lasted for half a year, was finally met with fans and achieved better results than expected. When I saw the last time, many of the staff in the background cried. Even Cheng Qiang, who has always played the role of the old father, felt sore when he heard them introduce himself, as if returning to the first day of their debut.
"First of all, congratulations on the successful holding of the first game of our EGO tour!" Cheng Qiang, standing in the middle of the restaurant lobby, held a microphone and said a lot with emotion.
Fang Juexia stood on the side chatting with Jiang Miao, turned around and saw the champagne on the table, so he picked it up and looked at the brand. Someone was seen by Ling Yi, "Jue Xia, show me!"
So Fang Juexia handed champagne to Ling Yi. Ling Yi was very excited, "I have never opened champagne, and they won't let me open it."
"Neither do I." Fang Juexia said truthfully.
Pei Tingsong brought a glass of lemon soda and came to Fang Juexia, "Drink more water." At a glance, Ling Yi was tinkering with champagne, "What are you doing?"
"How can this be spouted out?" Ling Yi was puzzled.
"Shake it a few times and it's over." Pei Tingsong said casually, but I didn't expect Ling Yi to shake to death, it was exhausting all his strength.
"Everyone has worked hard! Today everyone will take good care of ..."
boom--
The cork was pushed open, and the champagne spewed out violently, with bubbles and foam all sprayed onto the agent Cheng Qiang who was speaking. Seeing this scene, Fang Juexia's lemonade almost spewed out.
Pei Tingsong froze for a second, then smiled and squatted down, still holding Fang Juexia's legs.
Cheng Qiang, who was sprayed into ignorance, turned to look at Ling Yi, who still had the bottom of the champagne bottle on his belly, "What the are you doing?"
Ling Yi embarrassedly placed the champagne bottle on the ground, trying to escape from the crime scene like a small crab, and was grabbed by Lu Yuan and He Ziyan, and she came back. "Want to run?"
"You are quite powerful, aiming directly at Qiang."
"Oh, I didn't expect it to spray ..."
"Hahahahaha!"
"All right, let's play for yourself!" Cheng Qiang couldn't help laughing.
Everyone eats, drinks and chats. The whole floor of the restaurant is full of stars. It is not so much a celebration feast as a party. The lights are gorgeous. Everyone drinks and chats and relaxes with music. Although the atmosphere is very good, Fang Juexia itself is difficult to get around in such a large number of parties, not to mention he has other plans. When the music in the restaurant was broadcast on "Night Tour", he leaned into Pei Tingsong's ear.
"Let's sneak away."
Romantics will certainly not refuse an excellent elopement.
It was already half past twelve in the morning when I ran out of the restaurant, but the night in Guangzhou only went out late. The diffuse heat wave was the same as the fireworks on the access road, and there was no exit. The two men wore masks and hats into a randomly stopped taxi, leaving a carnival and heading for a larger carnival belonging to the city.
The driver is a middle-aged man in his forties or forties. He is very enthusiastic and asks, in Mandarin, with a pronounced accent of two Cantonese, "Come to Guangzhou to play?"
Fang Juexia smiled and replied in Cantonese, "No, I'm from Guangzhou." After he finished, he reported an address.
The driver was a little surprised, looking at Pei Tingsong in the rearview mirror, and also changed from a mandarin to Cantonese, "Is this handsome guy?"
"He's not, he came home with me."
"Ah, I said, he's so tall, you two stood on the side of the road and I saw it at a glance, it was beautiful and tall." The driver also joked, "I don't know it's a star."
Actually it really is.
Pei Tingsong didn't understand well, so he asked Fang Juexia what he said. Fang Juexia smiled, "I praise you for being tall and handsome, so you can go to be a star."
"Brother Driver, you have the potential to be a scout." Pei Tingsong joked.
"Ha ha ha ha, isn't it? Guangzhou is very fun, a lot of delicious ..."
Listening to them chatting, Fang Juexia felt very comfortable. He looked out of the car window, the glass reflected the neon color, and flickered like a kaleidoscope over the concert.
After passing through the bustling commercial street, the lights outside were gradually not so bright, the dark night gradually recovered, and entered the old city, Fang Juexia really felt like returning home.
Say goodbye to the enthusiastic driver and open the door, they are soaked in the heat again.
The streets here are much quieter, some facades have been pulled up with gray iron rolling shutters, and the rest are all kinds of snack bars and nightclubs, they are lit with red, red, yellow and yellow lights, the plaque is shiny, and they are sleeping The most viable cells in the later cities.
"Where is this?" Pei Tingsong wanted to hold hands, but held back, and asked to hold his shoulder next.
"The back door of my high school." Fang Jue Xia stretched his finger to the shade behind a wall. "Have you seen it there, that is my high school."
"Really?" Pei Tingsong stopped and looked over. "I want to go in."
Fang Juexia smiled and took away the hand he put on himself, turned to face him, and took two steps backwards, "That's not good, I'm a good student, I won't turn over the wall."
His smiling eyes are not so plausible, Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist, "You already have the consciousness of turning over the wall in your mind, and you say you are a good student?"
"That was damaged by you." Fang Juexia flicked the wrist that he had caught, escaped, and turned his back to walk in front of him.
Wearing a refreshing and clean white T-shirt, he walked on the streets of the old town full of Lingnan style, with square stones inlaid on the road, which is a huge mosaic art belonging to the city. The banyan tree extended the canopy to the sky. The colorful plaques and neon diffused halo unscrupulously in the night, but it did not stain Fang Juexia's back. He is always clean and always white.
This time, Pei Tingsong did not stand side by side with him as before, but trailed a few steps slowly, striding slowly, eyes looking at Fang Jue Xia Qing's thin back.
The people in front of him gradually changed their appearance. They were shorter and thinner. They looked like drawn willows. The clothes on their bodies changed from white T-shirts to school uniforms. The walking posture remained unchanged, and every step was straight.
At that time, he should be a boy in many girls' dreams.
Pei Tingsong didn't consciously smile, as if he had been like this, accompanied Fang Juexia to go through the road of studying home next night.
Walking, the people in front turned back, and the fantasy returned to reality. Hurry up, he urged.
"Huh." Pei Tingsong hurried up and stood beside Fang Juexia.
Fang Juexia led him around one street, then turned into another, and finally stopped under a small shop, with the bright plaque writing the five characters of Chen Po Changfen Store. The architecture of this row of small buildings along the street is also very special. Go upstairs and downstairs and look up. The windows upstairs are open, and there are many flowers and plants. Standing underneath, you can smell the fragrance of jasmine.
"I used to come here to eat after school." There was no one else in the store. Fang Juexia pulled his arm in. "It's always easy to be hungry when I go to school."
The boss has changed people. He is no longer the kind mother-in-law of Fang Juexia when he was a teenager, and has become a middle-aged woman, perhaps her daughter, "Come and eat sugar water."
Fang Juexia responded to her with a smile, ordered some food, and then returned to sit next to Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong looked up at him, "This building is very special."
There is no air-conditioning in the store, and the fan on the ceiling is twirling, dispersing the almost semi-solidified humid air and swirling out the transparent hot swirl.
Hearing what he said, Fang Juexia was still a little surprised, but Pei Tingsong was always a person who could observe the world.
"This is the Yue Pavilion," Fang Juexia poured him a glass of water. "The earliest history ... should be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty. It was built by Zhang Zhidong, Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi at that time."
Pei Tingsong nodded and looked across the gate to the arcade across the street. "I like this kind of architecture. It's a living history book. And these trees are not the same as those in other cities ..." He tried to find one A suitable adjective, "It's free, it's a feeling of extending and growing out comfortably."
"These are banyan trees, many of them are more than one hundred years old. They used to be more than they are now. Later they cut down less and become tall buildings." Fang Juexia looked outside and was a little fascinated. "Before Guangzhou was grown in a banyan forest city."
This sentence is very interesting. In Fang Juexia's mouth, the city was suddenly full of green vitality.
The boss came with two bowls of sugar water on the table and smiled very kindly. "Eat two bowls of sugar water first."
A bowl of sweet potato syrup, a bowl of sugarcane horseshoe syrup. The two exchanged food. Although Pei Tingsong didn't like sweets, the sugar water was unexpectedly sweet. Drinking it cold, the hot internal organs were nourished and the heat dissipated by half.
Fang Juexia loves to eat, and every time he takes a sip, he feels back to his childhood.
Pei Tingsong looked at him and thought he was eating very cute, so he said, "You are a child with big sugar bubbles."
Think carefully about this sentence, but there is nothing wrong with it. So Fang Juexia did not refute.
The boss brought in two freshly baked rice noodles, one fresh shrimp and one beef, both with a soft-boiled egg. The translucent powder skin is as thin as cicada wings, the color of the beef and shrimp inside and the golden color of the egg liquid are all revealed, and it is still shaking when it is placed on the table.
"Taste it to see if it is different from Beijing's."
Pei Tingsong took a pair of chopsticks, and the powder skin slipped and couldn't hold it. It was finally eaten with a spoon. The powder skin was smooth and firm, the beef was tender and tender, and the Cantonese-style soy sauce was mixed with a sweet mouth.
"It's great, it's much better than what I ate when I was a kid."
Fang Juexia laughed, "Your little master is really good to feed. Eleven dollars of intestine like this."
Pei Tingsong said seriously, "The value is relative. You sit here and eat with me. Eleven pieces of intestine can also hang Michelin three stars."
Everything is relative.
At that time, the rice noodles were also delicious, but it seemed that this time I came back with Pei Tingsong, it became more delicious.
Two people are much better than one.
Filling their stomachs, they left the shop. Fang Juexia took Pei Tingsong away, obviously he was the invisible one.
The street lights in the early morning were dim, and Pei Tingsong feared that he would fall after failing to see clearly and wanted to help him, but Fang Juexia refused.
Only when walking in this old street that he has walked countless times when he was young, will he show some habits, such as leaning against the wall when walking, his hands are always subconsciously holding the wall, and for example, every step is almost equidistant, stepping away , Step on it, the sole will rub a little on the ground.
Walking, he stopped and touched the wall, his tone somewhat puzzled, "Is there a gap before, is it filled?"
Pei Tingsong suddenly felt sad.
It turned out that Fang Juexia in the past had used all the senses except the vision to remember the way home. The smell of the road, the insects on the banyan tree, the gaps in the wall, the shape of the floor tiles, which one will be loose and will rise. These feelings brought him home.
"Can I hold you?" Pei Tingsong asked softly.
Fang Juexia glanced at him sideways. Although he couldn't see it, he still smiled, "Yes, no one now."
He carefully took Fang Juexia's hand. Through the damp air, everything was deformed in the heat and time and space were also twisted. It seems that at this moment, Pei Tingsong is holding the 16-year-old Fang Juexia. He will also be afraid.
"You're so brave." Pei Tingsong is a person who doesn't mean to praise, especially the other party Jue Xia.
Fang Juexia smiled and said nothing. In the moonlight they held hands and walked across the long street, soaking in the waves of cicadas. Fang Juexia suddenly said, "It feels like raining."
"Really? How do you know."
"It's just a hunch." Fang Juexia said, "My hunch is often accurate."
So they accelerated their pace and entered an old community full of trees from an entrance in the street. There were few street lights, but Fang Juexia had memories in his mind. In the end he stopped under a huge banyan tree whose shadow was darker than the night.
"You live in a tree?" Pei Tingsong joked.
Fang Juexia told him to shut up as he always did, raised his hand against the bark, and walked up the rough texture to a large hole in the mouth of the bowl. His white hand stretched in, as if looking for something.
"Would you like me to help?" Pei Tingsong asked.
"I found it." Fang Juexia's face was very surprised. "It's still there. It's been ten years."
"What is it?" Pei Tingsong leaned in, and under the moonlight, Fang Juexia's palms spread out, and there was a round walnut on it.
"You hid a walnut for ten years?"
Listening to Pei Tingsong's unbelievable tone, Fang Jue Xia Po laughed a little. He made a little effort to separate the walnut shells, took out a rolled paper from it, and handed it to Pei Tingsong.
"I remember this was one day ... I was beaten by Fang Ping, I was very sad, and I was afraid, so I wrote this and hid it in the tree hole downstairs." Fang Juexia smiled, "I was afraid of being discovered, I still use walnut The shell hides and sticks, and nobody has noticed it for so long. "His tone was like saying, I'm smart.
Carefully unfolding the note, facing the moonlight, Pei Tingsong only saw the words written on it.
[I ca n’t be a bad guy. I ’m going to stand on the stage and I ca n’t fall. ]
Through this sentence, Pei Tingsong suddenly saw him at that time.
He also finally understood why Fang Jue Xia proposed to let everyone write about themselves after ten years at the end of the concert.
Fang Juexia looked up, and there was light in his eyes. "I gave it to you ten years ago."
Pei Tingsong held the note and hugged him in his arms, and kissed his forehead under the dark tree.
"Thank you."
Thank you for growing up so strong that you can meet me who has been late for so long.
The rain came, and Fang Juexia had nothing wrong with it, but he didn't expect that the rain would be so heavy, and the viscous air was diluted in a flash, and the earth swelled. Pei Tingsong's first reaction was to hide the note, and they were ready to flee, laughing heartily, and running in the dark.
Since he and Pei Tingsong were together, Fang Juexia had imagined many situations to take him home, but the plan could not keep up with the changes. He didn't expect that they could go home so embarrassed.
The long-rested mother got up and opened the door for him in the middle of the night. She looked at the two children who were drowning in a sleepy face, and they were very funny. "Why do you choose time like this?"
Greet them to come in, and Fang's mother is not sleepy all at once, urging them to take a hot bath. Fang Juexia asked Pei Tingsong to go first, took a towel and drilled into the kitchen, standing beside his mother who made tea.
"Grandpa is asleep?"
"Well, I always waited for you to come back and watched TV. I didn't enter the house until I fell asleep. When I got a phone call saying you had a feast, I went in." Fang put the slices in the soup pot and stirred it "If I knew you were here, I would be very happy tomorrow morning."
Thinking of the scene on the stage, Fang Juexia asked, "Xiao Pei asked you to go? They didn't tell me."
"Yeah, he went to the hospital to persuade your grandfather. At first, I was worried. They didn't expect them to have a good chat. Xiao Pei told him that you actually miss him and hope he can appear at the concert. Actually Ah, your grandfather would also like to go. Neither of you can pull off, but Xiao Pei, dare to say anything. Later, when he left, your grandfather secretly told me, seeing that you have such a good teammate , He was relieved. "Fang mother added a sentence," I think so too. "
Fang Juexia wiped the water from her hair, took the towel down, held it with her hands, and held it tightly.
"Actually ..." His throat rolled, "Mom, he's not just my teammate."
Mother Fang's hand stirring tea stopped, and the whirlpool in the pot was still spinning. She didn't look at Fang Juexia and was very calm unexpectedly, "What do you mean?"
"I love him very much, and he too." Fang Juexia tried to describe their relationship with the most precise expression, "We are lovers."
The heart was beating uneasy, the cicada crowed in his head, saying he was sloppy, saying that he should not announce the unstable relationship in front of his mother. Love is fragile, mother knows best.
"Actually I see it." Mom Fang reached out and took two yellow crystal sugar from the jar and dropped it into the pot. The tone was calm. "I guessed your relationship. Xiao Pei was too kind to you, unlike ordinary friends . And he looks at you, you ca n’t deceive people by looking at him. "
Too. There is no way to hide likes, especially in front of my mother.
"I don't want to hide you."
Mother Fang turned off the fire and turned to look at him, "Jue Xia, I thought you were not an impulsive child, after all, you have seen ..." She choked, "You look at mom like this, so devoted to a relationship, yes Very unwise. "
"This is not impulsive." Fang Juexia argued for his love. "That's right, because I saw everything since I was a child, so I was very resistant to love before him. I even thought that I would not have any true love in my life."
Hearing Fang Juexia saying this, Ms. Fang was filled with guilt in her heart, which was the last thing she wanted to see, but there was no way. Her failed love and marriage changed the child so subtly, let him be speechless, let him Alienated.
"If it were not for Pei Tingsong, I might not be able to change it in my life."
Mom Fang sighed silently, "I'm not against it, I'm just afraid you are injured." After saying this, she felt that she had become the father of the year, standing on the opposite side because of fear of her child's injury, which felt too contradictory too struggle. At first she didn't think she had encountered true love, but she failed, and she lost her blood to the blood. So she couldn't help but say, "Have you ever thought about this might be a wrong decision."
After taking a shower, Pei Tingsong came out of the bathroom and whispered Fang Juexia's name. Hearing the sound of dialogue in the kitchen, he approached and prepared to ask him to take a shower.
"Then I want to be wrong again."
Hearing this, his footsteps stopped.
Fang Juexia's eyes were stubborn, but every sentence he said was logical, "Because I live in a failure case, I always feel that I will not succeed. But after meeting him, I don't want to live like that anymore. Even if we do n’t have a good result in the end, it ’s wrong. I have to try it again. Waiting for ten years, twenty years, looking back at today, at least at that time, Fang Juexia made a non-reflective choice according to his own heart. "
There were tears in his eyes that refused to fall.
"Even if it's wrong, it's right."
She looked at her son standing in front of her, as if seeing her for the first time. Very strange, but it is no longer that Fang Juexia who is not like ordinary children in pursuit of correct stubbornness.
From his face, she finally saw her own shadow.
Mum Fang didn't speak, turned around, took the spoon and filled the tea into the bowl, Huang Chengcheng, rippled under the kitchen lights.
"Bring it out and let Xiao Pei drink while it's hot, so as not to catch a cold. It's uncomfortable to catch a cold in summer."
"mom……"
"Then let's try it." Mother Fang handed Jiang tea solemnly to his hand and smiled in tears.
"You are luckier than your mother and you can't be wrong."