6

The surprise on Fang Juexia's face faded little by little, like calm water that gradually returned to normal after the ripples dispersed.

"No one is here," he replied simply.

"Are you the only one here?" Pei Tingsong's eyes looked inside, and he exuded a chill from outside. "The moving company is downstairs. They'll be moving things up in a while."

Fang Juexia, who was still in the act of opening the door, let go of his hand and took half a step back. "Oh …" Then he remembered that the other party had not come up yet, so he took another step forward. "Is it a lot?"

He wanted to ask if he needed help, but this sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he could not swallow it or speak it out.

The warmth in the room gushed out, and Pei Tingsong took off his hat. "Not much." He glanced at Fang Juexia's snow-white, soft home clothes. He seemed to have guessed Fang Juexia's thoughts. "Go in. You'll freeze to death in such little clothes. "

This was not a good word, but at least he did not have to go down. Fang Juexia was quite satisfied.

After a while, the sound of the elevator opening could be heard, and the movers quickly brought in Pei Tingsong's luggage. Fang Juexia tidied up the living room that his teammates did not tidy up when they were playing games yesterday to make room for them.

He held a cup of hot tea and leaned against the wall as he watched a total of five large cardboard boxes being moved in. He observed their movements as they put down the boxes, and estimated that each of them was quite heavy.

Fang Juexia could not help but be curious about what Pei Tingsong took.

"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Tingsong thanked him politely.

Just as he was about to send them off, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped him, poured a cup of hot tea for each of the three uncles, and handed it to them without saying a word.

"Thank you, thank you." The three uncles hurriedly took it, blew on it, and drank until their chests and lungs were warm. They laughed and left.

The production team did not arrive, and only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. In the past two years, they had almost no time alone together, and it was somewhat awkward. He stared at the big boxes as if they were staring at him.

"Let me show you your room." Fang Juexia seemed to finally think of something to say. He walked around him in his slippers. When he reached the door, he remembered that He Ziyan usually locked the door. He was worried and wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect it to open.

Did he know that Pei Tingsong was coming?

"Can I stay with Brother Ziyan?" Pei Tingsong stood behind him, carrying a cardboard box into the room.

"Yes." Fang Juexia made way for him. The room was quite large. As soon as he entered, he saw a large workbench. On it were several monitors and midi pads. On the other side of the workbench was an electronic DJ station. It was indeed Ziyan's room. Inside, there was plenty of sunlight. The side by the window was empty, and there was only an unmade solid wooden bed. Pei Tingsong put down the cardboard box and touched the bookshelf.

"Who are you staying with?" He suddenly asked.

Fang Juexia was startled for two seconds. "Yiyi."

He thought that if Miao Ge or Yiyi were here, they might show him around to familiarize him with the environment. But it just so happened that he was alone. He didn't know what to do. Should he show Pei Tingsong around, help him carry his things, or ignore him and go back to his room?

The last option was too cold, even if Fang Juexia really wanted to do it.

He might as well do it.

Fang Juexia was about to leave when Pei Tingsong suddenly spoke.

"I want to see the other rooms." He took off his jacket and placed it on the empty bed. Inside was a soft looking gray sweater.

Forget it. After all, they were in the same group.

"Okay." Fang Juexia turned around and walked out of the room. Pei Tingsong stared at his back. His back was covered by a snow-white woolen coat, and the back of his neck was slender. Especially from the side, he looked like a lonely little swan. This surprised him. Perhaps it was because he had never seen Fang Juexia at home. She was bare-faced and wrapped in a soft coat, which made her seem less unapproachable.

"This is Miao Ge's and Brother Yuan's room." Fang Juexia opened the door. This room was very cramped. There was a stack of music scores on the shelf near the door, and a guzheng by the window. The captain had chosen the smallest room, and it was a bunk bed. However, Lu Yuan also liked to sleep on bunk beds. He felt that the upper bunk was high and comfortable.

He didn't know how to introduce himself, so he was very quiet. Pei Tingsong was led out of the room by him. He led him to the living room and the open kitchen. He said dryly, "Something like this."

Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong leaned against the counter in the kitchen. "What about you?"

Fang Juexia blinked slowly. Then, as if agreeing, he turned around and led him to his room.

After all, they were living together. Even if he didn't look at it today, he had to look at it tomorrow.

Pei Tingsong found it interesting. He thought that he would reject him. After all, he always rejected him. But now, he agreed so easily to let him into his private space. Today, Fang Juexia seemed particularly easy to bully.

However, the guy in home clothes only opened the door and didn't go in himself. He stood outside and politely introduced, "This room."

Pei Tingsong wouldn't miss this opportunity to invade his territory. He walked in without saying anything, causing Fang Juexia to lose the initiative and could only follow behind him.

This room was more distinct than he had imagined. A row of wardrobes separated the two sides. The area facing the door was filled with all kinds of accessories. The bedding was made of minions, and there was even a row of minions on the bed. Ling Yi was a famous fan of minions.

Pei Tingsong walked in. The area facing the door was like another pole. It was very empty. The only furniture was a one-piece wooden bookshelf and desk, two or three light gray low cabinets, and a bed. The dark blue bed was covered with a folded quilt. It was meticulously clean.

He searched for an adjective in his heart, but found that the most suitable description was actually himself.

All of this was very Fang Juexia.

"There's nothing to look at in my room."

He felt that Fang Juexia's tone was beginning to sound slightly defensive. Pei Tingsong couldn't help but smile. He walked to the desk and his eyes were attracted by the huge Sudoku book on it.

"You like Sudoku?"

Fang Juexia walked over and closed the unfinished page with a pen. "I play it when I'm bored."

This surprised Pei Tingsong, but when he looked up, something even more surprising appeared.

"The Unity Mathematics." He leaned closer and carefully looked at the books on the bookshelf.

Not only was there The Unity of Mathematics, but there were also dozens of mathematics textbooks such as Riemann Surface Lectures, Functional Analysis, Morse Theory, and so on.

In fact, Fang Juexia's nervousness had reached its peak, but because of the delay in his emotions, his tone was still calm. "Obviously, I study mathematics."

"Yes, I almost forgot." Pei Tingsong remembered that Ling Yi and the others joked that he had more homework in college than in high school. He also remembered Fang Juexia's talent in mathematics, although it was only the tip of the iceberg when he occasionally appeared on some unpopular variety shows.

"It's okay." Fang Juexia reached out and tried to pull him away, just like last time when he grabbed his wrist.

His fingers were very long, but much softer than Pei Tingsong imagined. They were warm and gently wrapped around his cold wrist.

"Go and tidy up your things."

It was obviously a command, but Pei Tingsong heard it as a request.

In fact, he was very curious about Fang Juexia's reaction if he continued to stay here and go against him. However, he could feel that Fang Juexia's tolerance was limited. Even if he wanted to play, he had to take it slow.

Pei Tingsong wasn't sure if this coldness and dullness was real, or if it was just a false persona he had put on. Perhaps Fang Juexia was the type of person who would sell his body in exchange for opportunities. His desire was too obvious, so he had to cover it up with an image of abstinence. If that was the case, then his acting skills were too good. Pei Tingsong was really curious. He even wondered why he did not find it so interesting to deal with him in the past.

However, Fang Juexia's shell was cold and hard, almost growing on his flesh. It was a bit too cruel to peel it off raw.

Therefore, Pei Tingsong did not continue to pester him and let him drag him out of the room.

In front of the box, Fang Juexia naturally let go of Pei Tingsong's wrist and rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes, revealing a small part of his fair forearm. He helped to move a big box and found that it was indeed frighteningly heavy. When he saw Pei Tingsong open the box, he realized that it was full of books.

Pei Tingsong did not let him move any more, only saying that he could help him arrange the books. Fang Juexia took a few books in his hand and asked him how he should arrange them, alphabetically or by year. Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong said casually, "Whatever."

Whatever. Fang Juexia repeated this word in his heart. Then, he arranged the books in his hand one by one. He did not arrange them by year or first letter, but by color.

Pei Tingsong moved the rest of the things in and unpacked them. There were only four big boxes in total. Only one of them contained his daily necessities, and the rest were all books.

"Didn't you bring any clothes?" Fang Juexia stepped on a chair and arranged the books in the top row.

"I live not far away. We'll talk about it later." Pei Tingsong sat cross-legged on the floor and lined up at the bottom row.

They arranged the books in silence, one person in a row, until the empty bookshelf was filled. Fang Juexia felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, even though the books were not his, and neither was the bookshelf.

"What do we do with the rest?" he asked like a child.

Pei Tingsong picked up the last few hardcover tomes, stepped on a stool, and placed them on top of the bookshelf. He clapped his hands. "Done." He grew up in the United States. Even though he had been studying Chinese and had returned to China for several years, from time to time, he would still express himself in English.

Fang Juexia stood in front of the bookshelf and looked over. The finished products placed by the two of them had a strange sense of layering. The color of the book spines on one layer went from light to dark, and the color of the book spines on the other layer intersected with no pattern.

"Meditations on First Philosophy, Critique of Pure Reason, Ethics, The World as Will and Representation …" He looked at the books on the bookshelf and found that they were all outside of his knowledge.

It turned out that Pei Tingsong studied philosophy.

He only knew that Pei Tingsong was originally studying in the United States. He studied management like the typical heir who had to inherit the family fortune. However, he later withdrew from school without permission and applied to another liberal arts college. It seemed that he studied a major that his parents did not approve of. He was also caught in the underground hip-hop circle and was sent back to China by his parents.

But why did he enter the entertainment industry, and why did he come to such a small company? These were all guesses on the street because Pei Tingsong's whereabouts were uncertain and mysterious. Everyone only knew that he was admitted to University of P as an international student. He refused to stay in the dormitory because they did not have many jobs and he usually went to school.

Now that he thought about it, their lives really did not intersect, except for work.

"It's about time."

He saw that Pei Tingsong was about to move the stool and wanted to help, but he lowered his head and accidentally bumped into the bookshelf. He felt something shake, and before he could react, he was pulled to the side by a force. He lost his balance and almost fell.

A series of sounds rang out as the bookshelf fell to the floor and turned into a few thick books that were flipped open.

At this moment, the hand that was tightly holding his arm let go. Fang Juexia turned his head and saw Pei Tingsong's other hand covering his right eye. He suddenly reacted. "Are you okay? Did you hit your eye? "

Pei Tingsong covered his eye and shook his head like a child. He sat on the hard bed and buried his head.

"I did it, sorry." Fang Juexia suddenly felt guilty. He remembered that he had lowered his head and bumped into the bookshelf. Pei Tingsong must have come over to help him. That was why he was hit.

"Don't flatter yourself." Pei Tingsong pushed his hand away. "I wanted to put the books on top."

He then muttered softly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry every day …"

Fang Juexia did not listen to him at all. "Let me take a look."

"No need." He suddenly became willful.

After a while, Pei Tingsong thought that Fang Juexia was just saying superficially. He did not expect him to be so stubborn. He kept repeating his words like a robot.

"Let me take a look."

But after all, he had failed to be a hero and was smashed instead. His self-esteem was slightly damaged, so it was even more awkward when he compromised. "Then go get me a band-aid." After saying that, he emphasized again, "A band-aid will do. A band-aid will do."

But Fang Juexia, who had run out, seemed to have his ears blocked. When he came back, he carried a whole medical kit and put it on the bed with a bang.

Pei Tingsong looked at the medical kit in front of him, and then looked at him.

This was not a little swan, but a silly goose.