Chapter 12. The weight of this feeling is so apparent...
Jing Yitong looked at the back of Fang Xingu's head that he had left behind and couldn't help but laugh. This reaction was clearly a response to Fang Xingu's earlier address of "Teacher Fang".
Jing Yitong felt as if she had been scratched by a kitten's paw; it didn't hurt at all, and she was even a little charmed by how cute it was.
Fang Xin heard a few soft laughs behind him, then quickly turned around and questioned, "Are you still laughing?"
Jing Yitong leaned closer: "Are you angry?"
Fang Xingu waved slightly to shoo him away, but Jing Yitong didn't move. He noticed that Fang Xingu was holding the goggles provided by the crew and asked, "Didn't you bring goggles?"
Fang Xingu still looked angry, but he subconsciously replied, "Yeah, it's been checked in."
Jing Yitong gestured with his chin toward the eye mask: "Is this comfortable to wear?"
"uncomfortable."
Jing Yitong turned around, lowered his head and rummaged through his bag. Just as Fang Xin was wondering what he was doing, Jing Yitong suddenly handed over an eye mask: "Do you need this?"
Fang Xin Gu stared blankly at the eye mask. It was a rather cute eye mask, yellow overall, printed with cheese patterns, and with two funny big eyes on it. It was a bit too cartoonish in Jing Yi Tong's hands, and it didn't look like something Jing Yi Tong would use.
Because that was Fang Xin's usual eye mask.
Of course, this doesn't mean that the eye mask suits Fang Xingu's temperament. Fang Xingu has always been a pragmatist; as long as something is useful, he doesn't care too much about appearances.
Fang Xin is very sensitive to light, and he has difficulty falling asleep in bright environments. He relies heavily on an eye mask when going out.
Yesterday, when he was packing his luggage, he accidentally put his usual eye mask into the suitcase he was checking in. He remembered this this morning, but since eye masks are provided on the plane, he was too lazy to take them out and just decided to make do with them.
But perhaps he was used to the same eye mask. He tried on the one provided by the crew just now and found that although it was made by a well-known brand, it felt like it was pressing on his eyeballs and the bridge of his nose. It was obviously not a good fit for his face and was not as comfortable as the eye mask he bought online for ten or so yuan.
But now Jing Yitong took out his usual eye mask, which was obviously prepared in advance for him.
Fang Xingu felt a warmth in his heart, but soon felt a little sad. The two completely opposite emotions intertwined, causing a bitter feeling to rise in his heart.
He suddenly realized that Jing Yitong was not only an indispensable part of his life, but also a very important person to Jing Yitong.
The weight of their feelings on both sides of the scale may be equal, but their nature is completely different. In Jing Yitong's eyes, there is only friendship and family affection between them, but never love.
Therefore, the weight of this relationship seems so inappropriate, because they are destined to have no ending.
If time could be reversed, or even fast-forwarded to the future, Fang Xingu believed he could accept the blindfold without any psychological pressure.
But at this moment, Fang Xingu simply raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yitong: "Brother."
"Um?"
"Forget about the eye mask, you can use it yourself."
Jing Yitong's throat tightened: "What's wrong?"
Fang Xingu pointed to the eye mask that had already been opened in his hand: "Since it's already opened, I'll just use this one."
Jing Yitong frowned, wondering why Fang Xingu had been acting hot and cold towards him lately, leaving him with a lot of strength but nowhere to use it.
But if Fang Xin takes a step back, Jing Yitong will naturally take a step forward.
Jing Yitong stretched out his arm, passed right through the block, grabbed Fang Xingu's wrist, and stared straight at him: "Why?"
Fang Xingu was a little flustered by Jing Yitong's sudden action, but he still calmly said, "I think it's better for us to pretend we're not familiar with each other. We've never revealed our relationship before, and we acted like we were meeting for the first time during the live broadcast. If we act like we're very familiar with each other in front of the camera now, wouldn't that be too strange? It would be troublesome to explain, so let's just go with the flow and pretend we're not familiar with each other."
After finishing the call, Fang Xingu felt a pang of regret, but he also felt that this was the best solution. Otherwise, if Jing Yitong continued to have no boundaries with him, he was afraid that he would lose his composure in front of the camera.
Jing Yitong frowned, clearly displeased: "Does it have to be this way?"
Fang Xingu's attitude was firm: "Didn't you call me 'Teacher Fang' in the live stream at the beginning, acting like it was the first time we met?"
Jing Yitong: ...
Damn it, who knows if he just wanted to tease Fang Xin Gu, but now he realizes he's dug himself a hole.
But it's too late to regret it now, especially since Fang Xingu is a person with his own set of logic. Over the years, Jing Yitong has figured out a set of rules to follow when getting along with Fang Xingu. The most important one is to respect the protective shell that Fang Xingu has put on himself.
Jing Yitong didn't dare to press too hard. He released the hand that was gripping Fang Xingu's wrist and took a step back: "If this is what you want, then I will cooperate with your wishes and continue to act."
Just as Fang Xingu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Jing Yitong suddenly reach out and snatch the black crew goggles from his hand, and stuff the yellow cheese goggles into his hand.
Fang Xin looked at the hot eye mask, her beautiful eyes wide open: What happened to pretending not to know each other?
Jing Yitong understood Fang Xingu's micro-expression: "You're just pretending not to know him in front of the camera, right? There's no camera now, so you can use it."
Fang Xin Gu: ...That makes a lot of sense.
Since things had come to this point, Fang Xingu no longer avoided the issue and accepted the blindfold, saying, "Thanks."
Jing Yitong: "Take good rest. You've only been recovering from a serious illness for a month, so you still need to recuperate properly."
Fang Xingu casually hummed in agreement and then closed his eyes again, pretending to be dead.
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After more than forty hours of flying with day and night reversed, the plane finally landed in Ushuaia.
Fang Xin took off his eye mask and was a little drowsy. The last connecting flight was only four hours long, and he started to sleep almost as soon as he boarded the plane, but he didn't sleep well and now he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
After the plane landed and came to a complete stop, the first-class passengers began to disembark. Fang Xingu was at the back, with Jing Yitong in front of him. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, secretly opened Jing Yitong's backpack and stuffed the blindfold inside.
Jing Yitong felt someone fiddling with his backpack, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Xingu sneakily pulling on the zipper of his bag.
Jing Yitong silently mouthed: What?
Fang Xin made two "O" signs and put them over his eyes, then gestured as if tossing the two "O"s into Jing Yitong's backpack: "I've put your eye mask in my bag."
Jing Yitong understood Fang Xingu's abstract expression, and he smiled and gave an "OK" sign.
Just then, Liang Jiyan, who was walking in front of the two, suddenly turned around, startling Fang Xin, who pretended to be guilty and withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and turned his head to the side.
Fortunately, Liang Jiyan only turned around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything and didn't notice the two of them at all. He then turned around and continued walking forward to get off the plane.
The temperature in Ushuaia was around ten degrees Celsius, but the raging wind, carrying the cold air of the Arctic, howled in. As soon as Fang Xin stepped out of the plane, he felt a biting chill. He tightened his coat and followed the group to collect his checked luggage, planning to change into a different coat when he got to the hotel.
The recording of this program took a long time, and everyone's suitcases were packed full. Fang Xin had just loaded all her luggage onto the trolley when she saw Liang Jiyan staring at her 28-inch suitcase on the turntable with a troubled expression.
She tried to lift it a couple of times but couldn't. She looked around as if she wanted to find a staff member to help her. Fang Xingu saw this and went straight over to help her move the suitcase onto the cart: "Are there any other suitcases?"
Liang Jiyan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, that's all, this is the last one."
"fine."
Just as Fang Xingu was about to leave, he heard Li Wenyu call out to him from behind: "Senior brother, could you help me move this too?"
Fang Xin turned around and saw Li Wenyu pointing at her box that was spinning on the turntable. He took two steps to help Li Wenyu lift the box down.
This prompted Fang Xin to glance at Li Wenyu several times. After putting Li Wenyu's suitcase on the trolley, he couldn't help but complain, "Why is your 24-inch suitcase heavier than other people's 28-inch suitcases?"
Li Wenyu patted the box tenderly: "These are all my treasures."
Fang Xin was engrossed in moving his luggage and didn't bother to pay her any attention.
Liang Jiyan looked at Li Wenyu and said, "Why aren't you wearing a hat? It's quite cold here."
Li Wenyu sighed, "Oh, I forgot to bring it. I was just thinking of buying one nearby when I have time."
Fang Xin glanced at her enormous suitcase: "So you brought all these treasures but didn't remember to bring a hat?"
Li Wenyu: ...
Meng Hui, who was passing by, laughed: "Alright, alright, there's no recording this afternoon anyway, Wenyu, how about I go with you to buy a hat?"
"Oh yeah, Sister Hui is the best!" Li Wenyu happily put her hand on Meng Hui's shoulder. "I was worried that my foreign language skills weren't good enough to communicate with the locals."
"Actually, I'm just average," Meng Hui said, looking at Fang Xingu. "But I remember Xingu's spoken English is pretty good, right? Why don't we come together?"
Fang Xingu's English is alright, but the locals in Ushuaia speak Spanish, so he can only say a few common phrases at most. Jing Yitong, on the other hand, speaks Spanish quite well. He subconsciously pointed to Jing Yitong who was passing by and said, "You'll have to find him."
Jing Yitong: ?
Li Wenyu and Jing Yitong exchanged a glance, then asked in confusion, "Why are you looking for Brother Jing?"
Fang Xingu then realized what he had said. He instantly wanted to sew his mouth shut. How could he have blurted out words without even thinking? Their current relationship was that of "not familiar," and he couldn't possibly have known that Jing Yitong could speak Spanish!
Fortunately, it wasn't a secret that Jing Yitong could speak Spanish. Meng Hui overheard their conversation and remembered: "Oh, right, Yitong can speak Spanish, right?"
Jing Yitong then understood the whole story. He glanced at Fang Xingu teasingly and said, "Well, I'll go shopping with you guys later."
Li Wenyu pumped his fist: "Brother Jing, thank you for being here!"
Rhoda turned her head: "Buying hats? Count me in."
The cold wind in Ushuaia made people's scalps tingle. Even Li Wenyu, who had long hair to protect her, couldn't stand it, let alone Rhoda with her buzz cut.
"Come on, come on, it's more fun with more people," Li Wenyu nudged Liang Jiyan's arm. "Is Sister Jiyan coming? You and Sister Hui can help me choose!"
Liang replied, "Okay."
Hearing everyone's discussion, Wang Peiyang also joined in: "Then I'll go too."
Luo Da looked at Wang Peiyang, who was wearing a hat: "Don't you have a hat?"
Wang Peiyang asked cautiously, "Is it inappropriate for me not to participate in group activities?"
Rhoda nodded in agreement: "Oh, that's true."
Before Fang Xingu could react, he had already been clearly arranged by the phrase "group activity".
He was planning to go to the hotel to rest for a while, so how did it turn into a group trip? Did anyone ask for his opinion?
Fang Xingu frowned in confusion: "When did it become a group activity? I don't really want it to be..."
Before he could finish speaking, the other six pairs of eyes all turned to him, making Fang Xin feel a chill—it was such a familiar scene.
Fang Xingu closed his eyes and conceded: "...Go, go, go."
A note from the author:
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Jing Yitong: If we're not familiar, we're not. Anyway, I'm not the one with bad acting skills. ^^
Fang Xin Gu, whose acting skills are basically zero: ?
(Actually, it seems that Teacher Fang isn't the only one with zero acting skills [please])
Fang Xin Gu: ?
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