ranslated by juurensha
Edited by Noks
Moon of my soul
Seated in the bathtub, Fang Juexia hesitated over whether to break the news to Pei Tingsong first, or to sneak a look at his side account instead.
Since even Ling Yi had followed it, there shouldn’t be anything in the side account he couldn’t look at ba.
The group chat continued to ping, for Lu Yuan and Jiang Miao seemed to have also seen the conversation.
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: Shit, fortunately, when Ling Yi stole my spicy strips and ate them the day before yesterday, I got so angry that I unfriended and blacklisted Ling Yi! I’m so wise, please call me a prophet! I’m afraid that even in his dreams, Xiao Pei wouldn’t have imagined he’d be unmasked by Ling Yi hahahaha, mutual pit babies, mutual pit babies, one vine and two melons maybe]
[Water Water Water: Yiyi, actually if you hadn’t unfollowed it, probably no one would know that it was Xiao Pei’s side account.]
[The Original M-Dash: I was frantic and forgot ma 5555]
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: I bought you a Japanese katana on Taobao. You’re welcome.]
[The Original M-Dash: It’s too late to even commit seppuku, I’m dead, don’t miss me guys. Wuwuwwuwuwu, I only managed to wear him down into following me back last week….because I heard he had more fans than me.]
[Your Fire Ge: My side account only has clothes sellers following me, so that’s why you won’t follow me?? Let’s break up ba, Ling Yi]
[The Original M-Dash: It’s not like that Fire Ge! I’m not like that! You guys must help me stop Xiao Pei ah, or our group will make the headlines.]
[Water Water Water: Why isn’t the maknae saying a word, it can’t be that he’s already driving over there to find you ba?]
[The Original M-Dash: [Tearful · JPG] [Tearful · JPG] [Tearful · JPG]]
Fang Juexia couldn’t stop laughing as he lay in the bathtub, but then he went and specially searched for Ling Yi’s side account, and as expected, he quickly found a Weibo post by a fan with a screenshot attached, showing the Weibo account that Ling Yi had followed. Following this vine to its source, Fang Juexia also finally discovered Pei Tingsong’s side account.
“This ID…”
[The Moon of Entelecheia]
It gave off a very mysterious feeling. Fang Juexia knew that this was something beyond his knowledge, but just seeing the word ‘moon’ at the end made his heart palpitate strangely.
Being with a person who was good at word games, it was akin to talking in code every day.
Pei Tingsong’s introduction was even more interesting— ‘A book blogger without a marketing company.’
Fang Juexia couldn’t help laughing after seeing this. He could probably guess the kind of experiences Pei Tingsong’s side account had undergone. This account actually had a few hundred followers, and Fang Juexia clicked on the first chronological post. It had actually been made around the time their group had debuted. As he kept flipping forward, he realized that most of the ones from before were in English, with some containing book extracts, while others were some articles written by Pei Tingsong himself. He didn’t write a lot, and basically published only two or three times a week.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “On the contrary, the illusion of eternal life appears in the image of human beings that are easy to be destroyed, while the solid beauty of the Golden Pavilion reveals the possibility of destruction.” ——Yukio Mishima
#You will only have the desire to destroy things of beauty#]
[@ The Moon of Entelecheia: “The aesthetic phenomenon is fundamentally simple: if someone simply possesses the capacity to see a living game going on continually and to live all the time surrounded by hordes of ghosts, then the man is a poet; if someone simply feels the urge to change himself and to speak out from other bodies and souls, then that person is a dramatist.” ——Nietzsche]
These excerpts and the tag #Belonging to his small feelings# made Fang Juexia feel that this was very real. This was the true Pei Tingsong, who, just like when he was reading a book, would underline things and make his own little comments on it. He was serious enough to be a little cute.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I’d like to change my introduction to “People who don’t know geometry aren’t allowed in.”]
Someone had actually commented below.
[@Fluttering Wings: Why can’t people who don’t know geometry come in?]
He didn’t expect that Pei Tingsong would actually reply.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Fluttering Wings: This was a sentence written by Plato on the gate of his Academy, it’s just a joke.]
These were all posts from a Pei Tingsong who had not yet broken the ice with Fang Juexia. At that time, they didn’t even utter a word to each other, but now that Fang Juexia’s entire heart liked him, and even though he didn’t know what part of this he liked, when he saw this reply of his, he felt that this person appeared in front of him vividly.
At first, these small book extracts seemed to have accumulated some followers for him, and there were even some followers who would comment below. However, Pei Tingsong was a child who wanted to express himself, so he gradually made his own voice known, especially when it concerned the news.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Using non-human logic to construct a gender opposition “person,” is neither fit for men or for women, so gender is just a means to stand in line to get into a camp.
#People don’t need other creatures to step into their matters#]
[@Sophy: Excuse me, are you a boy? Not trying to fight with you, it’s just pure curiosity. Reading the stuff before, I think you should be a boy, but I feel that few boys would speak from such a perspective.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Sophy: I’m human.]
Seeing this sentence, Fang Juexia laughed. He had never been interested in anyone’s social media accounts, but unexpectedly, he also had a time when he got engrossed in scrolling through someone else’s Weibo, to the extent that he didn’t even feel the water in the bathtub cooling.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: There have actually been several private messages asking me to sign with a company to become a book publicity account. I’m sorry, I’m not short on money. And I’m going to change my intro to “A book blogger without a marketing company.” [picture] [picture]]
So it was around this time ah. Fang Juexia looked at the date, and it was during their summer vacation one year after their debut. They didn’t have much work then, and at that time Pei Tingsong should have been….
He actually couldn’t think of what Pei Tingsong had been doing back then.
His heart felt a bit distressed. Fang Juexia reflexively pursed his lips and continued scrolling on.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Symbolization was originally logic’s great invention, but now it has been generalized to be used in every place by people without any thought, thus cutting off any channels for deeper thinking.
People are used to using narrow-minded views and hearsay to make empirical judgments. People who study philosophy must be staid and aloof, while those who study engineering are slovenly and unsociable. In fact, philosophers can be aristocrats, refugees, teachers, sex worshippers, lunatics, homosexuals, women, they can be anyone.
After all, people can be anyone.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering, for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.” ——Maugham
#When getting entangled with silly critics, it’s very effective to recite these lines#
#I’m very happy, I’m very noble, you’re bitter, and you don’t deserve me#]
Reading this, Fang Juexia laughed again.
Clearly, even though Pei Tingsong was immensely talented and quick when it came to learning and thinking, he still preserved a childish, naughty, and stubborn youthful innocence.
He was really cute.
As he kept scrolling down, he saw many of Pei Tingsong’s complaints about his studies.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I would rather read a hundred books than read a literary criticism….]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I must be the foreign student in my class who loves studying the most.]
Wasn’t that right ma?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: In this era, the people who talk about sex are either antiques or impotent. The former is difficult to change, and the latter is even more difficult to change (place your hope in medicine ba)]
Worthy of being Pei Tingsong ah. When Fang Juexia read this, he felt that it really reflected his style, but he was also afraid that if this account of his was really dug up, it would be used by antis to write articles about.
But thinking about it again, when had Pei Tingsong ever given antis a glance?
His fingers kept scrolling down, and now he actually saw several Weibo posts that were Pei Tingsong feeling uncomfortable and jumping out to admit unnamed criticism.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I just can’t understand people who don’t express themselves. Do they think it’s a virtue to swallow down and bear humiliation? Or do they really care nothing of the world? So cold that they’re indifferent people are, sure enough, my least favorite type.]
Fang Juexia heard the arrow pierce his chest.
So saying it like this, he really hadn’t lied. Pei Tingsong had disliked him not because of the gossip and public opinion that surrounded him, but because of his indifferent attitude.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: A hateful person having a hateful face is best, it’s no burden to hate them. But when you have the opposite situation in both cases, both situations will make you feel very uncomfortable.]
Did this count as praising him for his good looks?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: The ancient Greeks’ love of beautiful youth is really…
#Fine, who doesn’t like beautiful bodies? It’s just that it’s better to have a passionate soul#
#Late night nonsense#]
Passionate. Fang Juexia flicked his eyes away, thinking about Pei Tingsong’s icy attitude towards him at that time. He was afraid that the word “passionate” couldn’t come near him at all.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I actually finished watching a math documentary! And I see passion!]
This was after he saw the Fermat’s Theorem documentary Fang Juexia had recommended?
Upon seeing Pei Tingsong gradually change from disliking him, Fang Juexia’s mood became strange and wonderful.
As he continued to read, he suddenly saw a special day. Fang Juexia had a great talent for remembering numbers like dates, so he very soon recalled that this was the day their group had taken part in their senior brothers’ concert as guests, and it was also the night when he had gotten drunk at the hotel and bitten Pei Tingsong.
At three in the morning.
Fang Juexia thought about how he must have fallen asleep in Pei Tingsong’s arms at that time, but Pei Tingsong hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He had even posted an excerpt from Voltaire’s letters, the contents being:
[I am very eager to see you and talk to you. Whether you think you are a masterpiece created by God or just a product of necessity, you can’t deny that you are a piece of eternity. No matter what you are, you are a very valuable part of the world that I don’t know.]
Seeing this, Fang Juexia’s eyes suddenly started stinging. At that time, he had confessed about his night blindness and told him that his birthmark was a wrong mark. But Pei Tingsong rejected that notion, telling him that it was very beautiful instead.
Back then, he had pretty much felt that Pei Tingsong was just comforting him out of a flood of sympathy. Only when he saw this passage did he really understand; Pei Tingsong had been truly sincere at that time. Although he didn’t understand Fang Juexia’s inner world, he still regarded him as a very valuable part of this world.
Later, they had gotten busy, and updates on Pei Tingsong’s Weibo came much less often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even post anything after one or two weeks.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Why didn’t I discover before that flowers are such beautiful metaphors?]
The following comments all comprised of things like “your style has changed a lot”, but Pei Tingsong didn’t reply to a single one.
Then later, the day when they made their comeback—
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “In the first place, Eros is a poet, and he is also the source of poetry in others, which he could not be if he were not himself a poet. And at the
touch of him every one becomes a poet, even though he had no music in him before.” ——The Symposium
#Agathon, you’re right#]
So that’s why he could write poetry so well? He really could, in any case, find some words spoken by his predecessors to showcase his own point of view.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: !! I am the happiest person on earth today!! Even with a broken hand!!!]
God.
This was from when he had agreed to be with him.
When did he even get the time to sneakily make a Weibo post ah?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I’m already a good-for-nothing garbage who saps my own spirits by seeking out pleasures. I’m sorry, Mr. Lermontov, I still can’t follow your advice.]
Too cute. Fang Juexia already couldn’t keep track of the number of times he had sighed in his heart.
When he saw that there were comments on a certain post, he couldn’t help but click on them.
[@3diny: Eh? Why did you change your name? Wasn’t it Entelecheia before? Why is it The Moon of Entelecheia now?]
So, originally, his ID wasn’t this name.
Sadly, Pei Tingsong didn’t reply.
[@: Kiss = Killing me so softly.]
All of a sudden, this sentence caught Fang Juexia’s heart.
“Child Fang Juexia, you can’t have soaked for so long that you fell asleep in there ba?”
Pei Tingsong pushed open the door, completely startling Fang Juexia, who wasn’t holding onto his cellphone tight, and so it directly fell into the bathtub. He quickly reached for it, and then turned to face Pei Tingsong with his wet cellphone. His expression was aggrieved, and he wasn’t in complete control of himself when he let out a small mournful sound reminiscent of that of a little animal.
“What’s the matter with you? Are you only three years old?” Pei Tingsong smiled, crouched in front of him, picked up his wet cellphone, shook it, and put it to one side. “Fortunately, it’s waterproof.” As soon as he reached in and realized the bath water had gone cold, Pei Tingsong’s expression immediately changed. “It’s already this cool and you’re still soaking in it. Next time you take a bath, you’re not allowed to play with your cellphone.”
After scolding him, he looked at Fang Juexia and felt that the expression he was looking at him with was odd. He was smiling, but was also being especially obedient. “What’s the matter?” He rubbed the bridge of Fang Juexia’s nose. “You’ve soaked until you’ve gone silly ah.”
The next second, Fang Juexia put his pale arms around his neck, kissed the tip of Pei Tingsong’s ear, and whispered in his ear—
“Killing me so softly.”
Pei Tingsong didn’t realize what was going on at first, then he suddenly turned his head, and now nose to nose, with his eyes wide open, he stuttered, “You—how do you…”
Fang Juexia tilted his head and gave him a kiss on his lip, smiling with a rare expression of schadenfreude on his face.
“You’ve been unmasked, Entelecheia.”
Pei Tingsong was completely stunned.
After a brief period of consternation, his first reaction was of disbelief. “No way, my account can’t be dug out.” After that, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked, “How can this happen? Why did even you see it? Who dug it up, a netizen?”
“En…” Fang Juexia’s eyes flicked away. “To be exact, you were dragged under the water.” He reached out to take the bathrobe and put it on his body as he came out of the bathtub. “You can go take a look at the WeChat groupchat, but you have to promise me that you won’t be angry.”
But sure enough, this guarantee was completely useless.
Sitting in front of the dining table, Fang Juexia was about to reach for chopsticks. Under Pei Tingsong’s heavy fist, the poor chopsticks bounced up high and then clattered down again.
“He’s really worthy of being my bandmate ah!”
“Doesn’t your hand hurt ah? You hit it so hard.” Fang Juexia supported himself against the table as he pulled at Pei Tingsong’s wrist.
“Ling Yi…”
For the first time in his life, Fang Juexia experienced what real gnashing of teeth in anger was.
Pei Tingsong threw his cellphone on the table, and his whole person was almost about to explode. “When I told him not to follow me, he just had to follow me. When he shouldn’t have unfollowed me, he actually unfollowed me? That’s good, in the afternoon, I was still slapping other people’s faces, and in the evening, I got unmasked myself. People’s lives are really full of ups and downs.”
“Aiya, it’s already like this now.” Fang Juexia went around and rubbed his back like he was petting a doggy. “Ling Yi knows he’s wrong, and Qiang Ge is probably cursing him out right now.”
“He should get cursed out, he even dares to log on to his side account and scroll through Weibo while still on the program set.”
“Yes, yes, yes, he should get cursed out.” Fang Juexia rubbed Pei Tingsong’s face, then sat directly on his legs by straddling him. “But you are so cute ah.”
At first, Pei Tingsong was especially angry, but now, upon being suddenly praised by Fang Juexia so sweetly, he also started feeling a bit embarrassed. “What-what ah, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I said you’re cute ah.” Fang Juexia seriously repeated again, “Everything you wrote in your side account was very interesting. Even if other people find out about it, they will all just feel that ‘ah, Pei Tingsong is not only a small firecracker, but he also has a lot of ideas and is especially cute.’”
Pei Tingsong turned his face away awkwardly. “Only you would have such a silly feeling.”
Fang Juexia pulled his face over and asked inflexibly, “Why would only I feel that way?”
Why was he this earnest?
Fang Juexia asked again, “Is it because I like you?”
This was just too straightforward. Pei Tingsong didn’t know how to fight against this at this moment. “You…”
“Logically, it makes sense, but it’s not that.” Fang Juexia seriously pinched his face. “Even someone who doesn’t like you as much as I do would think you were cute after reading this.”
A series of straight fastballs came at him, just like a pea shooter shooting out hearts. Pei Tingsong was bludgeoned to the point he couldn’t resist, and even ended up losing his breath.
Fang Juexia was the one who was the cutest ba.
“Then how much do you like me?” Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia thought about it carefully. “En…. Probably, it’s to the point that when I saw you say that you dislike me on Weibo, but you also said that you liked my appearance, I wasn’t angry, instead, I was actually a little happy.”
That was really too frank a reply.
“That was all stuff from a long time ago,” Pei Tingsong’s first reaction was to apologize to him. “Now I think that it wasn’t dislike at all, at most, I found you difficult to get along with.”
“Your self-awareness is very clear ma, Classmate Xiao Pei.” Fang Juexia smiled at him. “I know, so I don’t feel sad at all.”
“Thank you.” Pei Tingsong put his arms around Fang Juexia’s waist and kissed his cheek again. Only after doing that did he think of dinner. “Let’s not talk about it now and hurry up and eat the noodles. They’re all going to lump together soon.”
“Then you’re not angry now, are you?”
How can I be angry with you?
“I’m not angry.”
Even a decade later, it wouldn’t be too late to explosively hammer down Ling Yi.
Fang Juexia obediently went back to his seat to have noodles. As soon as he sat down, he thought of how Pei Tingsong had said that no one but him would feel like that, but he didn’t think so and wanted to see what others had said after his account had been dug up.
“Where’s my cell phone?”
“You still want to play with your cellphone ah?” Pei Tingsong replied to Cheng Qiang’s message. “I’ll blow dry it dry for you later.”
“Then can I use yours?” Fang Juexia winked at him.
Pei Tingsong had no way of resisting that.
“Then can you guarantee to finish off this bowl of noodles in ten minutes?”
Fang Juexia quickly nodded twice.
“Here you are, here you are.” He pushed his cellphone over.
Fang Juexia, who had gotten a cellphone, happily opened up Weibo and carefully searched for relevant content. Sure enough, there were thousands of comments underneath the Weibo post that had dug up Pei Tingsong’s side account’s ID.
[@Sawasdee K: Seriously, if it wasn’t for Ling Yi’s moves, I really wouldn’t suspect that this account belongs to someone… I would just think that this is a private book blogger.]
[@K ka ka ka K: Who would have thought we’d get two birds with one stone??? This group is really poisonous, always displaying team spirit in inexplicable places.]
[@Fans of BMA’s Best Group: RIP Ling Yi, it’s over.]
[@rapgodpts: He’s really even more outstanding than I thought, and he’s so funny when his poisonous tongue starts up. PS: CP fans don’t diverge from the topic too much. When he broke his hand, “Break Through” had just exploded, and can’t the lyricist hot Ge just be happy for a bit ah, but no, he just has to have something to do with your family’s Gege.]
Actually… It really had something to do with him— Fang Juexia replied quietly to this friend in his heart.
[@Original M-Dash’s Meimei Comma replying to @Sawasdee K: nsdd, those moves were too awesome. I’m even suspecting whether or not Yiyi has a grudge against Pinot Tree Supreme hahahaha, and he really wanted to tell us ‘this is our maknae’s side account!’]
[@Don’t spit out grape skin when eating grapes: His true main account, he’s a Zuan boy, and in his side account, he’s just living a quiet, peaceful life. However, this child with a poisonous tongue is really wonderful. His three views are so righteous, he’s completely to my taste]
[@Forever daydream ride: To be honest, Pinot Tree Supreme hasn’t admitted it ba, is everyone so certain?]
[@Six nearly cancelled K replying to @Forever daydream ride: Ling Yi has already revealed the evidence, there’s an 80% chance it’s him, and these book excerpts or whatever are quite PTS. He also said he’s a foreign student, so that all matches up.]
[@Deaf group fan: Has no one discovered that besides book excerpts and daily thoughts, he frequently mentioned a “him” ah. (Seriously, I’m afraid to dig this out, I don’t think Pinot Tree Supreme will admit it)]
[@Eustoma Night Trip replying to @Deaf group fan: I also… As I keep reading, I’m going deaf…]
What was with this description? Fang Juexia couldn’t help laughing. He continued to laugh for quite a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Pei Tingsong staring at him. He quickly took a bite of noodles and said, “Delicious,” after which he started reading again.
[@The Fine Jeweled Xeriscape around the Pinot Tree Supreme replying to @Eustoma Night Trip: +1, reading and reading on, my ears have started buzzing, my heart is beating fast, and I may be sick.]
[@Kaleido’s Little Domino: With “moon” in the ID, I really don’t want to think of “moonlight”, but I can’t control myself… So what is Entelecheia? Is it a person’s name?]
Seeing this, Fang Juexia also grew curious. In order to get a reply as soon as possible, he obediently took a big mouthful, then raised his head and asked vaguely, “Why did you give yourself the ID of Entelecheia?”
Pei Tingsong stirred his chopsticks in his bowl, hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied—
“Entelechia is the transliteration of the ancient Greek word ‘entelechia,’ and also one of Aristotle’s philosophical terms. Its original meaning is an actualization of a certain purpose or potential. In Aristotle’s understanding of biology, a very important concept was ‘form,’ which was different from the existing form. This form represents the essence of things.”
Pei Tingsong realized he was making it a bit complicated, so he scratched his head. “To put it simply, he thought that the soul was the ‘form’ of a creature, and named it entelechia.”
Fang Juexia was good at learning, and he bit at his chopsticks, trying to understand this complex concept. “That is to say, entelechia refers to the soul?”
“That’s how I used it. It’s very narrow-minded, but its original meaning is very rich. “
The soul….
“Then why did you call it Entelechia at the beginning, and then added…”
Before he could finish the question, an answer already appeared in Fang Juexia’s heart. On the contrary, it now seemed that his question was particularly straightforward, and even a little haughty and arrogant, so he stopped.
But he didn’t expect that after Pei Tingsong took a bite of noodles, he would answer him in a muffled voice with his head lowered.
“Is it not obvious enough?
“It used to be an empty soul, but later it found a moon.”
—
ranslated by juurensha
Edited by Noks
Moon of my soul
Seated in the bathtub, Fang Juexia hesitated over whether to break the news to Pei Tingsong first, or to sneak a look at his side account instead.
Since even Ling Yi had followed it, there shouldn’t be anything in the side account he couldn’t look at ba.
The group chat continued to ping, for Lu Yuan and Jiang Miao seemed to have also seen the conversation.
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: Shit, fortunately, when Ling Yi stole my spicy strips and ate them the day before yesterday, I got so angry that I unfriended and blacklisted Ling Yi! I’m so wise, please call me a prophet! I’m afraid that even in his dreams, Xiao Pei wouldn’t have imagined he’d be unmasked by Ling Yi hahahaha, mutual pit babies, mutual pit babies, one vine and two melons maybe]
[Water Water Water: Yiyi, actually if you hadn’t unfollowed it, probably no one would know that it was Xiao Pei’s side account.]
[The Original M-Dash: I was frantic and forgot ma 5555]
[Sexy Teacher Yuan doing Flower Hand Dance Online: I bought you a Japanese katana on Taobao. You’re welcome.]
[The Original M-Dash: It’s too late to even commit seppuku, I’m dead, don’t miss me guys. Wuwuwwuwuwu, I only managed to wear him down into following me back last week….because I heard he had more fans than me.]
[Your Fire Ge: My side account only has clothes sellers following me, so that’s why you won’t follow me?? Let’s break up ba, Ling Yi]
[The Original M-Dash: It’s not like that Fire Ge! I’m not like that! You guys must help me stop Xiao Pei ah, or our group will make the headlines.]
[Water Water Water: Why isn’t the maknae saying a word, it can’t be that he’s already driving over there to find you ba?]
[The Original M-Dash: [Tearful · JPG] [Tearful · JPG] [Tearful · JPG]]
Fang Juexia couldn’t stop laughing as he lay in the bathtub, but then he went and specially searched for Ling Yi’s side account, and as expected, he quickly found a Weibo post by a fan with a screenshot attached, showing the Weibo account that Ling Yi had followed. Following this vine to its source, Fang Juexia also finally discovered Pei Tingsong’s side account.
“This ID…”
[The Moon of Entelecheia]
It gave off a very mysterious feeling. Fang Juexia knew that this was something beyond his knowledge, but just seeing the word ‘moon’ at the end made his heart palpitate strangely.
Being with a person who was good at word games, it was akin to talking in code every day.
Pei Tingsong’s introduction was even more interesting— ‘A book blogger without a marketing company.’
Fang Juexia couldn’t help laughing after seeing this. He could probably guess the kind of experiences Pei Tingsong’s side account had undergone. This account actually had a few hundred followers, and Fang Juexia clicked on the first chronological post. It had actually been made around the time their group had debuted. As he kept flipping forward, he realized that most of the ones from before were in English, with some containing book extracts, while others were some articles written by Pei Tingsong himself. He didn’t write a lot, and basically published only two or three times a week.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “On the contrary, the illusion of eternal life appears in the image of human beings that are easy to be destroyed, while the solid beauty of the Golden Pavilion reveals the possibility of destruction.” ——Yukio Mishima
#You will only have the desire to destroy things of beauty#]
[@ The Moon of Entelecheia: “The aesthetic phenomenon is fundamentally simple: if someone simply possesses the capacity to see a living game going on continually and to live all the time surrounded by hordes of ghosts, then the man is a poet; if someone simply feels the urge to change himself and to speak out from other bodies and souls, then that person is a dramatist.” ——Nietzsche]
These excerpts and the tag #Belonging to his small feelings# made Fang Juexia feel that this was very real. This was the true Pei Tingsong, who, just like when he was reading a book, would underline things and make his own little comments on it. He was serious enough to be a little cute.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I’d like to change my introduction to “People who don’t know geometry aren’t allowed in.”]
Someone had actually commented below.
[@Fluttering Wings: Why can’t people who don’t know geometry come in?]
He didn’t expect that Pei Tingsong would actually reply.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Fluttering Wings: This was a sentence written by Plato on the gate of his Academy, it’s just a joke.]
These were all posts from a Pei Tingsong who had not yet broken the ice with Fang Juexia. At that time, they didn’t even utter a word to each other, but now that Fang Juexia’s entire heart liked him, and even though he didn’t know what part of this he liked, when he saw this reply of his, he felt that this person appeared in front of him vividly.
At first, these small book extracts seemed to have accumulated some followers for him, and there were even some followers who would comment below. However, Pei Tingsong was a child who wanted to express himself, so he gradually made his own voice known, especially when it concerned the news.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Using non-human logic to construct a gender opposition “person,” is neither fit for men or for women, so gender is just a means to stand in line to get into a camp.
#People don’t need other creatures to step into their matters#]
[@Sophy: Excuse me, are you a boy? Not trying to fight with you, it’s just pure curiosity. Reading the stuff before, I think you should be a boy, but I feel that few boys would speak from such a perspective.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia replying to @Sophy: I’m human.]
Seeing this sentence, Fang Juexia laughed. He had never been interested in anyone’s social media accounts, but unexpectedly, he also had a time when he got engrossed in scrolling through someone else’s Weibo, to the extent that he didn’t even feel the water in the bathtub cooling.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: There have actually been several private messages asking me to sign with a company to become a book publicity account. I’m sorry, I’m not short on money. And I’m going to change my intro to “A book blogger without a marketing company.” [picture] [picture]]
So it was around this time ah. Fang Juexia looked at the date, and it was during their summer vacation one year after their debut. They didn’t have much work then, and at that time Pei Tingsong should have been….
He actually couldn’t think of what Pei Tingsong had been doing back then.
His heart felt a bit distressed. Fang Juexia reflexively pursed his lips and continued scrolling on.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Symbolization was originally logic’s great invention, but now it has been generalized to be used in every place by people without any thought, thus cutting off any channels for deeper thinking.
People are used to using narrow-minded views and hearsay to make empirical judgments. People who study philosophy must be staid and aloof, while those who study engineering are slovenly and unsociable. In fact, philosophers can be aristocrats, refugees, teachers, sex worshippers, lunatics, homosexuals, women, they can be anyone.
After all, people can be anyone.]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering, for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.” ——Maugham
#When getting entangled with silly critics, it’s very effective to recite these lines#
#I’m very happy, I’m very noble, you’re bitter, and you don’t deserve me#]
Reading this, Fang Juexia laughed again.
Clearly, even though Pei Tingsong was immensely talented and quick when it came to learning and thinking, he still preserved a childish, naughty, and stubborn youthful innocence.
He was really cute.
As he kept scrolling down, he saw many of Pei Tingsong’s complaints about his studies.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I would rather read a hundred books than read a literary criticism….]
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I must be the foreign student in my class who loves studying the most.]
Wasn’t that right ma?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: In this era, the people who talk about sex are either antiques or impotent. The former is difficult to change, and the latter is even more difficult to change (place your hope in medicine ba)]
Worthy of being Pei Tingsong ah. When Fang Juexia read this, he felt that it really reflected his style, but he was also afraid that if this account of his was really dug up, it would be used by antis to write articles about.
But thinking about it again, when had Pei Tingsong ever given antis a glance?
His fingers kept scrolling down, and now he actually saw several Weibo posts that were Pei Tingsong feeling uncomfortable and jumping out to admit unnamed criticism.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I just can’t understand people who don’t express themselves. Do they think it’s a virtue to swallow down and bear humiliation? Or do they really care nothing of the world? So cold that they’re indifferent people are, sure enough, my least favorite type.]
Fang Juexia heard the arrow pierce his chest.
So saying it like this, he really hadn’t lied. Pei Tingsong had disliked him not because of the gossip and public opinion that surrounded him, but because of his indifferent attitude.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: A hateful person having a hateful face is best, it’s no burden to hate them. But when you have the opposite situation in both cases, both situations will make you feel very uncomfortable.]
Did this count as praising him for his good looks?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: The ancient Greeks’ love of beautiful youth is really…
#Fine, who doesn’t like beautiful bodies? It’s just that it’s better to have a passionate soul#
#Late night nonsense#]
Passionate. Fang Juexia flicked his eyes away, thinking about Pei Tingsong’s icy attitude towards him at that time. He was afraid that the word “passionate” couldn’t come near him at all.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I actually finished watching a math documentary! And I see passion!]
This was after he saw the Fermat’s Theorem documentary Fang Juexia had recommended?
Upon seeing Pei Tingsong gradually change from disliking him, Fang Juexia’s mood became strange and wonderful.
As he continued to read, he suddenly saw a special day. Fang Juexia had a great talent for remembering numbers like dates, so he very soon recalled that this was the day their group had taken part in their senior brothers’ concert as guests, and it was also the night when he had gotten drunk at the hotel and bitten Pei Tingsong.
At three in the morning.
Fang Juexia thought about how he must have fallen asleep in Pei Tingsong’s arms at that time, but Pei Tingsong hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He had even posted an excerpt from Voltaire’s letters, the contents being:
[I am very eager to see you and talk to you. Whether you think you are a masterpiece created by God or just a product of necessity, you can’t deny that you are a piece of eternity. No matter what you are, you are a very valuable part of the world that I don’t know.]
Seeing this, Fang Juexia’s eyes suddenly started stinging. At that time, he had confessed about his night blindness and told him that his birthmark was a wrong mark. But Pei Tingsong rejected that notion, telling him that it was very beautiful instead.
Back then, he had pretty much felt that Pei Tingsong was just comforting him out of a flood of sympathy. Only when he saw this passage did he really understand; Pei Tingsong had been truly sincere at that time. Although he didn’t understand Fang Juexia’s inner world, he still regarded him as a very valuable part of this world.
Later, they had gotten busy, and updates on Pei Tingsong’s Weibo came much less often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even post anything after one or two weeks.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: Why didn’t I discover before that flowers are such beautiful metaphors?]
The following comments all comprised of things like “your style has changed a lot”, but Pei Tingsong didn’t reply to a single one.
Then later, the day when they made their comeback—
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: “In the first place, Eros is a poet, and he is also the source of poetry in others, which he could not be if he were not himself a poet. And at the
touch of him every one becomes a poet, even though he had no music in him before.” ——The Symposium
#Agathon, you’re right#]
So that’s why he could write poetry so well? He really could, in any case, find some words spoken by his predecessors to showcase his own point of view.
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: !! I am the happiest person on earth today!! Even with a broken hand!!!]
God.
This was from when he had agreed to be with him.
When did he even get the time to sneakily make a Weibo post ah?
[@The Moon of Entelecheia: I’m already a good-for-nothing garbage who saps my own spirits by seeking out pleasures. I’m sorry, Mr. Lermontov, I still can’t follow your advice.]
Too cute. Fang Juexia already couldn’t keep track of the number of times he had sighed in his heart.
When he saw that there were comments on a certain post, he couldn’t help but click on them.
[@3diny: Eh? Why did you change your name? Wasn’t it Entelecheia before? Why is it The Moon of Entelecheia now?]
So, originally, his ID wasn’t this name.
Sadly, Pei Tingsong didn’t reply.
[@: Kiss = Killing me so softly.]
All of a sudden, this sentence caught Fang Juexia’s heart.
“Child Fang Juexia, you can’t have soaked for so long that you fell asleep in there ba?”
Pei Tingsong pushed open the door, completely startling Fang Juexia, who wasn’t holding onto his cellphone tight, and so it directly fell into the bathtub. He quickly reached for it, and then turned to face Pei Tingsong with his wet cellphone. His expression was aggrieved, and he wasn’t in complete control of himself when he let out a small mournful sound reminiscent of that of a little animal.
“What’s the matter with you? Are you only three years old?” Pei Tingsong smiled, crouched in front of him, picked up his wet cellphone, shook it, and put it to one side. “Fortunately, it’s waterproof.” As soon as he reached in and realized the bath water had gone cold, Pei Tingsong’s expression immediately changed. “It’s already this cool and you’re still soaking in it. Next time you take a bath, you’re not allowed to play with your cellphone.”
After scolding him, he looked at Fang Juexia and felt that the expression he was looking at him with was odd. He was smiling, but was also being especially obedient. “What’s the matter?” He rubbed the bridge of Fang Juexia’s nose. “You’ve soaked until you’ve gone silly ah.”
The next second, Fang Juexia put his pale arms around his neck, kissed the tip of Pei Tingsong’s ear, and whispered in his ear—
“Killing me so softly.”
Pei Tingsong didn’t realize what was going on at first, then he suddenly turned his head, and now nose to nose, with his eyes wide open, he stuttered, “You—how do you…”
Fang Juexia tilted his head and gave him a kiss on his lip, smiling with a rare expression of schadenfreude on his face.
“You’ve been unmasked, Entelecheia.”
Pei Tingsong was completely stunned.
After a brief period of consternation, his first reaction was of disbelief. “No way, my account can’t be dug out.” After that, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked, “How can this happen? Why did even you see it? Who dug it up, a netizen?”
“En…” Fang Juexia’s eyes flicked away. “To be exact, you were dragged under the water.” He reached out to take the bathrobe and put it on his body as he came out of the bathtub. “You can go take a look at the WeChat groupchat, but you have to promise me that you won’t be angry.”
But sure enough, this guarantee was completely useless.
Sitting in front of the dining table, Fang Juexia was about to reach for chopsticks. Under Pei Tingsong’s heavy fist, the poor chopsticks bounced up high and then clattered down again.
“He’s really worthy of being my bandmate ah!”
“Doesn’t your hand hurt ah? You hit it so hard.” Fang Juexia supported himself against the table as he pulled at Pei Tingsong’s wrist.
“Ling Yi…”
For the first time in his life, Fang Juexia experienced what real gnashing of teeth in anger was.
Pei Tingsong threw his cellphone on the table, and his whole person was almost about to explode. “When I told him not to follow me, he just had to follow me. When he shouldn’t have unfollowed me, he actually unfollowed me? That’s good, in the afternoon, I was still slapping other people’s faces, and in the evening, I got unmasked myself. People’s lives are really full of ups and downs.”
“Aiya, it’s already like this now.” Fang Juexia went around and rubbed his back like he was petting a doggy. “Ling Yi knows he’s wrong, and Qiang Ge is probably cursing him out right now.”
“He should get cursed out, he even dares to log on to his side account and scroll through Weibo while still on the program set.”
“Yes, yes, yes, he should get cursed out.” Fang Juexia rubbed Pei Tingsong’s face, then sat directly on his legs by straddling him. “But you are so cute ah.”
At first, Pei Tingsong was especially angry, but now, upon being suddenly praised by Fang Juexia so sweetly, he also started feeling a bit embarrassed. “What-what ah, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I said you’re cute ah.” Fang Juexia seriously repeated again, “Everything you wrote in your side account was very interesting. Even if other people find out about it, they will all just feel that ‘ah, Pei Tingsong is not only a small firecracker, but he also has a lot of ideas and is especially cute.’”
Pei Tingsong turned his face away awkwardly. “Only you would have such a silly feeling.”
Fang Juexia pulled his face over and asked inflexibly, “Why would only I feel that way?”
Why was he this earnest?
Fang Juexia asked again, “Is it because I like you?”
This was just too straightforward. Pei Tingsong didn’t know how to fight against this at this moment. “You…”
“Logically, it makes sense, but it’s not that.” Fang Juexia seriously pinched his face. “Even someone who doesn’t like you as much as I do would think you were cute after reading this.”
A series of straight fastballs came at him, just like a pea shooter shooting out hearts. Pei Tingsong was bludgeoned to the point he couldn’t resist, and even ended up losing his breath.
Fang Juexia was the one who was the cutest ba.
“Then how much do you like me?” Pei Tingsong asked.
Fang Juexia thought about it carefully. “En…. Probably, it’s to the point that when I saw you say that you dislike me on Weibo, but you also said that you liked my appearance, I wasn’t angry, instead, I was actually a little happy.”
That was really too frank a reply.
“That was all stuff from a long time ago,” Pei Tingsong’s first reaction was to apologize to him. “Now I think that it wasn’t dislike at all, at most, I found you difficult to get along with.”
“Your self-awareness is very clear ma, Classmate Xiao Pei.” Fang Juexia smiled at him. “I know, so I don’t feel sad at all.”
“Thank you.” Pei Tingsong put his arms around Fang Juexia’s waist and kissed his cheek again. Only after doing that did he think of dinner. “Let’s not talk about it now and hurry up and eat the noodles. They’re all going to lump together soon.”
“Then you’re not angry now, are you?”
How can I be angry with you?
“I’m not angry.”
Even a decade later, it wouldn’t be too late to explosively hammer down Ling Yi.
Fang Juexia obediently went back to his seat to have noodles. As soon as he sat down, he thought of how Pei Tingsong had said that no one but him would feel like that, but he didn’t think so and wanted to see what others had said after his account had been dug up.
“Where’s my cell phone?”
“You still want to play with your cellphone ah?” Pei Tingsong replied to Cheng Qiang’s message. “I’ll blow dry it dry for you later.”
“Then can I use yours?” Fang Juexia winked at him.
Pei Tingsong had no way of resisting that.
“Then can you guarantee to finish off this bowl of noodles in ten minutes?”
Fang Juexia quickly nodded twice.
“Here you are, here you are.” He pushed his cellphone over.
Fang Juexia, who had gotten a cellphone, happily opened up Weibo and carefully searched for relevant content. Sure enough, there were thousands of comments underneath the Weibo post that had dug up Pei Tingsong’s side account’s ID.
[@Sawasdee K: Seriously, if it wasn’t for Ling Yi’s moves, I really wouldn’t suspect that this account belongs to someone… I would just think that this is a private book blogger.]
[@K ka ka ka K: Who would have thought we’d get two birds with one stone??? This group is really poisonous, always displaying team spirit in inexplicable places.]
[@Fans of BMA’s Best Group: RIP Ling Yi, it’s over.]
[@rapgodpts: He’s really even more outstanding than I thought, and he’s so funny when his poisonous tongue starts up. PS: CP fans don’t diverge from the topic too much. When he broke his hand, “Break Through” had just exploded, and can’t the lyricist hot Ge just be happy for a bit ah, but no, he just has to have something to do with your family’s Gege.]
Actually… It really had something to do with him— Fang Juexia replied quietly to this friend in his heart.
[@Original M-Dash’s Meimei Comma replying to @Sawasdee K: nsdd, those moves were too awesome. I’m even suspecting whether or not Yiyi has a grudge against Pinot Tree Supreme hahahaha, and he really wanted to tell us ‘this is our maknae’s side account!’]
[@Don’t spit out grape skin when eating grapes: His true main account, he’s a Zuan boy, and in his side account, he’s just living a quiet, peaceful life. However, this child with a poisonous tongue is really wonderful. His three views are so righteous, he’s completely to my taste]
[@Forever daydream ride: To be honest, Pinot Tree Supreme hasn’t admitted it ba, is everyone so certain?]
[@Six nearly cancelled K replying to @Forever daydream ride: Ling Yi has already revealed the evidence, there’s an 80% chance it’s him, and these book excerpts or whatever are quite PTS. He also said he’s a foreign student, so that all matches up.]
[@Deaf group fan: Has no one discovered that besides book excerpts and daily thoughts, he frequently mentioned a “him” ah. (Seriously, I’m afraid to dig this out, I don’t think Pinot Tree Supreme will admit it)]
[@Eustoma Night Trip replying to @Deaf group fan: I also… As I keep reading, I’m going deaf…]
What was with this description? Fang Juexia couldn’t help laughing. He continued to laugh for quite a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Pei Tingsong staring at him. He quickly took a bite of noodles and said, “Delicious,” after which he started reading again.
[@The Fine Jeweled Xeriscape around the Pinot Tree Supreme replying to @Eustoma Night Trip: +1, reading and reading on, my ears have started buzzing, my heart is beating fast, and I may be sick.]
[@Kaleido’s Little Domino: With “moon” in the ID, I really don’t want to think of “moonlight”, but I can’t control myself… So what is Entelecheia? Is it a person’s name?]
Seeing this, Fang Juexia also grew curious. In order to get a reply as soon as possible, he obediently took a big mouthful, then raised his head and asked vaguely, “Why did you give yourself the ID of Entelecheia?”
Pei Tingsong stirred his chopsticks in his bowl, hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied—
“Entelechia is the transliteration of the ancient Greek word ‘entelechia,’ and also one of Aristotle’s philosophical terms. Its original meaning is an actualization of a certain purpose or potential. In Aristotle’s understanding of biology, a very important concept was ‘form,’ which was different from the existing form. This form represents the essence of things.”
Pei Tingsong realized he was making it a bit complicated, so he scratched his head. “To put it simply, he thought that the soul was the ‘form’ of a creature, and named it entelechia.”
Fang Juexia was good at learning, and he bit at his chopsticks, trying to understand this complex concept. “That is to say, entelechia refers to the soul?”
“That’s how I used it. It’s very narrow-minded, but its original meaning is very rich. “
The soul….
“Then why did you call it Entelechia at the beginning, and then added…”
Before he could finish the question, an answer already appeared in Fang Juexia’s heart. On the contrary, it now seemed that his question was particularly straightforward, and even a little haughty and arrogant, so he stopped.
But he didn’t expect that after Pei Tingsong took a bite of noodles, he would answer him in a muffled voice with his head lowered.
“Is it not obvious enough?
“It used to be an empty soul, but later it found a moon.”
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