CH 93

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Pei Tingsong was shocked; he pretty much felt that Fang Juexia was teasingly flirting with him, even though he was clearly displaying a childlike temper right now. 

“When did I get you dirty?” He asked boldly.

“You just did, just now, when you leaned on me, you’re so heavy,” Fang Juexia’s words came out a bit incoherently. He grabbed the hem of his clothes dyed with pink strawberry alcohol and pulled it up to show him. “You see, here, it’s dirty here.”

So it was this….

“Then… take off your dirty clothes?” Pei Tingsong lifted the hem of his shirt further, helping Fang Juexia to take off his T-shirt, and talked as if coaxing a child, “If the clothes are dirty, we just won’t wear them anymore.”

Fang Juexia went along with his words and very angrily balled up his top before throwing it on the ground. “Not wearing them.” After that, he looked down at himself. He didn’t lift his head up even after a long time had passed, seemingly wearing a very serious expression.

“What are you looking at?” Pei Tingsong felt he was being very strange, so he went over.

He saw Fang Juexia staring wide-eyed at the love bite on his chest; it was a little purple.

But Fang Juexia didn’t think it was a love bite, and even thought that he had gotten that spot dirty, so he let out a questioning hum, and then rubbed it with his fingers. He rubbed it very hard, and after doing so a few times, it turned red. “This-this is also dirty.”

Looking at him like this, Pei Tingsong thought that it was both funny and cute. He even raised his hands to admit frankly, “This is also me getting you dirty.”

“What to do?” Fang Juexia curled up his mouth, and his beautiful eyes were very innocent. “It’s so dirty ah, I can’t wipe it clean…”

“It can be wiped clean, don’t be afraid.” Pei Tingsong gently patted Fang Juexia, then attempted to placate him by kissing his lips. “Who said it’s so dirty? Our Juexia is the cleanest.”

Kissing was an effective way of relieving emotions.

Pecking, and then pecking again just wasn’t enough. All Fang Juexia kept thinking was how it wasn’t enough. “Still need to kiss.”

“Okay.” Pei Tingsong kissed him as he wished.

It was an aggressive kiss, the tip of his tongue prying open the shell of his mouth and going into the softest and deepest part to entangle with Fang Juexia’s wet and soft tongue. The flavor of strawberry and alcohol tasted so sweet that he felt faint. 

When you loved someone to the point that they were difficult to give up, even a kiss was bewitching. 

Fang Juexia was kissed until he grew soft, and he keened vaguely like a small animal. His mind had turned very young, and school-aged kids were the best at imitating, so he mirrored Pei Tingsong, kissing and licking him back. The hot and humid tongues entangled with each other, and they kissed until the moans and wet sounds came one after another, just like waves in an ocean.

Pei Tingsong didn’t plan to let him off so easily, so he forcefully parted and said, “That’s enough.”

“Not enough!” Fang Juexia suddenly hugged him, turned over, and pressed Pei Tingsong down, forcibly demanding a kiss. Pei Tingsong was a bit overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, “Be good, wait a minute.”

“Don’t want to wait!” Fang Juexia lowered his head and kissed him. Pei Tingsong could only follow his wishes and devour his tongue and lips until they were soft and swollen. He kissed him until he fell against him and became a pool of melted strawberry smoothie, leaving only syrup sticking to his chest.

It was too hot, they were about to burn up. 

The bedside lamp shone on his snow-white skin, and it glowed with light. It seemed that what he was holding was not a body thirsty for love, but a piece of hot moonlight.

Moonlight was cold, but it also belonged to the night, and adding on muffled erotic moans, it was even more beautiful. 

He suddenly thought of song lyrics, thought of that line of [flowers eating the July sunshine]. Was he the flower, he wasn’t just eating sunshine. 

But also his lover’s body. 

The moon was a hole in the black night sky, and so was he. He was a lollipop with the white stick removed. His sparkling and crystal-clear body was empty, with just a small hole left. So he asked Pei Tingsong to come in and compensate him as if restoring something to its rightful owner.

Only then could this candy come alive and melt.

Melt into the dark night. 

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After they finished, Pei Tingsong’s cellphone coincidentally started ringing at the same time. It was the alarm he had set, at one minute to twelve in the morning, as a reminder for him to not forget to wish Fang Juexia a ‘Happy Birthday’ at the very first second of his birthday.

Originally, it was a very good plan; just like any teenage boy, he would be able to convey his best wishes to the person he liked right at that time. 

But now, the person he liked was in his arms, in a completely blind drunk state, and he had even made him cry. Pei Tingsong patted Fang Juexia on the back and coaxed him, “Baby, happy birthday, you’re another year older now.”

Fang Juexia’s eyelids were a bit swollen. When he looked up at him, he had already stopped trembling, but he was still stuttering a bit in his response, “Birth-birthday, it’s my birthday.”

“Yes, your birthday.” Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark, “Thank you for coming to this world and letting me meet you.”

“Then-then you are my present?” Fang Juexia looked at him and pursed his lips.

Pei Tingsong didn’t expect him to say so, and actually felt a bit panicked. “Really? Can I count as being a gift?”

“You can.” Fang Juexia nodded seriously. “Because I like you, you-you are better than any other gift.”

When he held Fang Juexia, it felt like he was holding the entire world.

No, it was better than the entire world.

Fang Juexia was so tired that he fell asleep after being coaxed for just a little while. Only once he was in a deep enough sleep did Pei TIngsong get up gently and bring hot water over to help clean him. He was as careful as he would be with the most precious piece of porcelain. When he was pretty much done, he picked him up and carried him to his room, so as to sleep in his own clean bed.

The smell of Pei Tingsong’s blankets made Fang Juexia feel very much at ease. Without much struggle, he adapted to the new dream cocoon he had been placed in, leaving the responsibility of cleaning everything, and of washing all the sheets, on Pei Tingsong.

The young master, who had once had to rely on Fang Juexia to even make his bed, was already very good at taking care of people now.

After finding Fang Juexia’s new bedding and laying it out properly, Pei Tingsong felt really tired to even move his favorite baby back, so he went straight back to his room and tunneled into the quilt that had been warmed up by Fang Juexia. 

He came up with a lot of lies to be used to deal with the questions his bandmates would throw at him tomorrow. Anyway, Fang Juexia was already drunk, so everything could just be pushed onto him.

The little moon, who didn’t know that all the blame had been pushed onto him, sensed Pei Tingsong entering the quilt, so he turned over and obediently hugged him. The two people leaned against each other, falling deeply into their dreams.

Pei Tingsong had overestimated his bandmates’ self-control; when he woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. He guessed that they had gotten too drunk to even walk and had all just slept in the luxury booth.

Eight o’clock in the morning, the perfect time to go back to sleep, but Pei Tingsong still got up.

He had more important things to do than sleep.

It was only at noon that Fang Juexia, who was very tired, groggily woke up. He was surprised; clearly, when he was sleeping, he had felt that he was being held, so how could he wake up alone in bed now?

It must have been a dream ba. 

After a while, he noticed that the pattern on the sheets was unfamiliar; he was on Pei Tingsong’s bed. At first, he was a little confused, and then Fang Juexia remembered everything. His face couldn’t help but grow hot as his hands went numb, and he hurriedly got out of bed. 

This time, his waist felt particularly sore, to the point that Fang Juexia felt bad even when walking, so he walked out slowly in his slippers.

“Pei Tingsong?”

No one responded to him. The dormitory seemed empty, and Pei Tingsong was also not there. He called again, but no one answered.

His bedsheets were drying on the balcony of the living room, and no one else would do that besides Pei Tingsong. Maybe he wasn’t here because he had gone to buy something at this time, or he had been called away by Qiang Ge. Fang Juexia decided to wash up first.

So, Fang Juexia went back to his room. As soon as he pushed open the door, the balcony’s curtain was stirred by the wind. The huge white curtain fluttered and a lush verdant scent poured in, covering Fang Juexia’s face.

His cellphone vibrated a few times. Fang Juexia walked over and saw a lot of birthday wishes, the names of familiar people and unfamiliar people all rushing and swarming on that small screen.

Fang Juexia replied to each one with a “thank you”, then finally, saw Xiao Wen’s WeChat message.

[Xiao Wen: Juexia! Happy birthday! By the way, Qiang Ge wants you to post a line on Weibo, just saying thank you to everyone is fine!]

He replied with an ‘okay,’ then logged onto Weibo. They said that just saying thank you to everyone was fine, so he really did just post a line saying ‘Thank you everyone.’ After posting it, he wanted to quit, but his finger slipped unconsciously and he ended up refreshing the home page.

Unexpectedly, he saw that a media account that he had followed a while back had posted a message about its anniversary.

[@One Sniff Platform: Today is June 26, International Anti-Drugs Day. Cherish life and stay away from drugs.]

Fang Juexia stared at this short sentence, carefully looking at it for a long time, then clicked to open the picture attached below, before closing it soon. 

This coincidence seemed to be predestined by the heavens.

But now, at least, he would no longer be like what he was in the past, when he felt that those two words were so harsh and chilling. Some irony concerning this would always exist, but it wasn’t impossible to face anymore.

[@Kaleido Fang Juexia: Forwarded a Weibo post.]

This was the first time he had forwarded something he had wanted to forward without being urged by his agent.

He would always remember it.

The room felt stuffy and a little stifling to him. Fang Juexia was used to opening up the curtains in the daytime for ventilation, so he did the same this time too. But when he opened the curtains, he was stunned.

His little garden was full of snow-white eustoma. On the jasmine branches, gardenias, spider plants, geraniums, and pansies, wherever his eye fell, it all looked like snow.

There was a eustoma blooming even on that bolt upright cactus. 

Fang Juexia picked them up one by one, finally harvesting a whole bunch of snow colored flowers. The last one was leaning against the cactus, and he squatted down to catch sight of a bow on the cactus pot, signifying a small gift.

Only at this time did he discover that there was a big dark blue box behind the cactus; this big box was hidden amidst the flowers and plants. He moved the cactus to retrieve the box and then opened the lid, finding a white notebook inside.

Fang Juexia opened it up and saw the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on the first page; it was the handwriting he was most familiar with, in beautiful and open strokes. Upon flipping further through, he realised that every page was filled with Pei Tingsong’s handwriting. Page after page, they were all poems he had written.

He had said it before—he would give him everything.

Fang Juexia’s heart was suddenly full, and he didn’t even dare to read it carefully, so he closed the book. He thought of that afternoon in the hotel before, when Pei Tingsong had told him his grandfather’s story. He said that his grandfather had written a whole book of fruitless love poems.

Now, Pei Tingsong has done the same thing; he had really put all the words and sentences written for him together and had given them to him as a gift. Inside this notebook was his talent, his nighttime yearning and desire.

There was a small box under the notebook, which contained a small USB drive. Fang Juexia recognized it as his own USB drive, the one that he had stored his demo on, and which had been taken away by Pei Tingsong.

Feeling that it was a little strange, Fang Juexia took it out, went to the table, put the flowers and the poetry collection on the table, turned on the computer, and opened the folder on the USB drive. 

There was something there named [to: FJX]

This was a video. It seemed that the video had been filmed quite a few years ago. At the beginning, it showed a two or three-year-old child sitting in the garden. The sunshine was very strong and shone down on him until he squinted his eyes. 

Fang Juexia heard an old voice calling him Xiao Song. The child turned his head back, raised his little fist, called out “Grandpa,” as he began to smile until his eyes curved, looking as lovely as a crescent moon.

So this was Pei Tingsong when he was a child. Seeing this scene, Fang Juexia’s heart was about to melt. He unconsciously drew closer to the screen and looked at the child.

It was as if he was now involved in his past.

As soft music played in the background, he saw the house Pei Tingsong had lived in as a child. It was very beautiful. He saw the swimming pool where he said he had drowned rainbow trout, and he also watched him trample on the withered branches in the winter while letting out childish laughter. In midsummer, he rode on his grandfather’s neck and stretched his little hand to pick apricots.

Once he grasped it, it was all sunshine.

All the time Pei Tingsong felt that Fang Juexia had missed, he had sorted them out to place here.

Fang Juexia’s heart crumbled into small pieces, as if that child had stepped on the top of his heart, and the pieces then softly fell apart. Lost in a trance, he could actually hear his heart beating, the sound coming not from his chest, but from his ears. The background music changed, his sampled heartbeat an extra track now.

He watched Pei Tingsong growing up bit by bit, gradually going from a very young child to a teenager. Every moment of change had been recorded and stored in this video; however, the words he had cut out and added here were repeated.

Each of these words was “I love you,” with every sentence reflecting off a heartbeat.

There was when he was a child, sweetly saying “love you,” probably to his grandfather. There were also some words he had said after a prank, where he had put on an affected tone, and was deliberately trying to be funny, and there were also some moments when he was sad, when he was wronged, and when he unconsciously recited things when he was reading.

The end of the video featured him as a teenager, and he was lying in front of a white sickbed, his shoulder blades propping up his empty shirt. He was sobbing, gripping the sheets with his fingers and saying the last “I love you.”

The screen suddenly turned black, leaving only the heartbeat in the background resonating with Fang Juexia.

It was only now that Fang Juexia discovered that he was actually in tears.

“I love you.” He suddenly heard a confession, in a voice completely different from the previous one. It was not the voice of a young child, nor was it the voice of a vulnerable and confused teenager, but rather, it was the voice of the mature him, the one Fang Juexia was familiar with. 

He said “I love you” in a low and gentle way, over and over again in the dark.

This situation reminded Fang Juexia of his darkness, both safe and warmth. Every “love” collided with his heart beat, and his nose sting even more.

His subconsciously always running internal clock told Fang Juexia that Pei Tingsong had said “I love you” a total of 22 times.

The screen suddenly lit up, and Pei Tingsong’s smiling face appeared in front of his eyes. He was so beautiful that he should be loved by everyone.

But his eyes only looked at him, with the most honest and passionate love.

“Juexia, Happy 23rd Birthday.”

Finally, he said it for the 23rd time.

“I love you.”