desensitization therapy

The twilight gradually merged, and the sinking dusk burned brightly on the road, scattering high-saturation colors.

The shadow of the setting sun is crumbling, like a harbinger of the end of the world.

The galloping wind brought up the broad-leaved miscanthus along the mountains and plains. They crossed the endless straight road. The sound of rumbling motors and roaring engines of motorcycles was far behind. The only thing that could be clearly heard was walking along the heartbeat. the wind.

For the first time, Fang Zhilian had the illusion that the setting sun could be touched by reaching out. If it really was the end of the world, he said in his heart, when the sky burned a little redder, they would leave the city and start fleeing, like elopement .

The gas tank never runs out, the road never ends, they're always together.

Unfortunately, the Mayan civilization predicted that 2012 is not the end of the world, and neither will 2021.

Two hours ago, when Fang Zhilian asked that sentence, he was actually uneasy.

Song Feijue refused bluntly, saying that there was no second helmet.

For a moment, Fang Zhilian was a little inappropriately happy. He thought that he might be a natural optimist. Even when he was rejected, he could think that there was only one helmet because no one had ever sat in Song Feijue's back seat.

"I don't need to wear it," he added in a low voice, confused, "the kind that signs the accident agreement."

Ah Rui also interjected in a low voice: "It's not because I'm afraid you'll have an accident, but because I'm afraid that you will be stopped by the traffic police and banned from motorcycles."

"..." Fang Zhilian glared at A Rui fiercely, and A Rui shuddered from his knife-like eyes, and turned his head quickly.

Before Fang Zhilian tried to speak again, Song Feijue had already buckled the helmet on his head. He said it was a buckle, but in fact the action was not heavy and was very gentle.Fang Zhilian's bangs were pressed down to cover his eyes, he flicked them randomly twice, and asked with more joy than surprise: "Will you be with me—"

"Sign it, the accident agreement," Song Feijue said. He didn't look at Fang Zhilian again, as if he wasn't the one who put the helmet on just now. "Are there any spare helmets in the warehouse?"

Ah Rui was stunned, but he still hadn't reacted: "Yes, I, I'll look for it."

"How do you sign the agreement?" Fang Zhilian asked after her.

Song Feijue went straight into the warehouse and didn't answer him, but Ah Rui took the time to turn around and shouted: "Just sign your name and print a bloody handprint!"

Of course, Fang Zhilian didn't listen to A Rui's nonsense, he wrote a few lines in a mess, signed the name, and when Song Feijue found the helmet and came out, he handed him the pen again.

Song Feijue took the warm water-based pen, paused, and signed his names side by side on the blank space left next to Fang Zhilian's three words.

"Brother, your handwriting looks so abstract compared to Brother Song's." A Rui commented objectively.

Fang Zhilian ignored him, carefully folded the paper and put it away.

The two names side by side on the paper made his heart feel empty, and there was a bit of sourness and astringency in the honey, which was unknown to others.

It took only two and a half hours to drive from the urban area to Linyu Island, and the motorcycle was faster. Although Fang Zhilian hoped that the time would pass more slowly, there would always be a moment when he reached the finish line.

The setting sun will not end yet, and in the distance, the crimson setting sun is close to the sea level.Fang Zhilian took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar of the motorcycle like Song Feijue.

They walked along the Huanhai Highway, and along the way Zhilian kept thinking about how Song Feijue should answer if he asked him why he came to Yudao.

It's a pity that Song Feijue didn't ask, and his excuse was in vain.

So Fang Zhilian lowered his eyes to look at the white coral bracelet Song Feijue was wearing on his hand. The white coral swayed, and he also swayed his arms intentionally or unintentionally. Following the frequency of the bead, it was like holding hands. Did not touch.

"Do you still remember this place?" Fang Zhilian tried to find some irrelevant topics, not about the eight blank years, nor about those old diseases that were avoided, "Zhu Wen said that he must eat at the seaside in his lifetime." A barbecue, the result was all burnt, as soon as he finished yelling, a bunch of people ran after him, saying that you can't say the word "scratch the test" before the results are announced, it's unlucky..."

Fang Zhilian's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped abruptly. He seemed to realize that this was not a good topic.

"I have an impression." Song Feijue responded flatly.

They passed the beach without stopping.There are usually no people on the beach in winter, and even small vendors selling swimming rings, swimsuits and souvenirs have disappeared.

Fang Zhilian thought again of the small stall selling bracelets. He picked out the most beautiful and desirable two beads from a pile of beads of uneven quality, one red coral and one white coral. They were secret symmetrical love. .It cost six hundred at the checkout, but he still felt that he had earned it.

As a result, You Li noticed the clues shortly after putting it on. Fang Zhilian was calm on the surface, and shook Song Feijue's finger behind his back, but Song Feijue held it back tightly.

Who knew that Yuli didn't realize that these were two couple bracelets, but opened the phone interface and yelled, "You're getting paid for it, Taobao 60 yuan a piece with free shipping!"

Memories are like a torrential rain with uncertain weather. Passers-by are wearing umbrellas for fear of getting wet. Only Fang Zhilian came against the crowd and let the rainstorm make him wet.

Fang Zhilian turned his face away, and unobtrusively raised his eyes to glance at Song Feijue beside him, feeling that even the hallucinations would not be any better than they are now.

He almost asked, are you real?But intuition made him stop.

Fang Zhilian paused, and changed the subject: "I passed by the school gate last time, and found that the old-fashioned Mala Tang shop had been closed for a long time."

"It's rare now." Song Feijue said calmly.

Fang Zhilian nodded, and muttered softly: "I still like to eat the old-fashioned Malatang. The current Malatang is filled with sesame sauce and milk, which is not spicy enough..."

"Like?" Song Feijue stopped and asked him instead.

Fang Zhilian was startled, and then stopped.

Song Feijue said, "You said before that you were not used to it."

This is his first face-to-face.

You, me, us.

Fang Zhilian wanted to say something, but his heart was beating so fast that it was already overloaded, and before he could speak, Song Feijue had already passed to the other side.

It is also the sea, what I passed was a sandy beach just now, but now there is a pile of reefs under my feet.

Fang Zhilian had never been here before, the only time he had been to Linyu Island, and he left after less than a day and a night.

The gray-black reef was covered with dense moss, Fang Zhilian accidentally slipped when he came down, and his ears were filled with the whistling wind and the deep sound of waves hitting the reef.

The sky gradually darkened, and the skyline and sea level intertwined, like a shadowless mirage.

Song Feijue faced the gloomy night, his skin illuminated by a smear of moonlight showed a perennial whiteness, almost transparent.

Fang Zhilian couldn't see his expression clearly, stayed silent for a few seconds, and finally picked up the topic just now: "At the beginning, I couldn't get used to it, but after I left, I realized that I probably got used to Linchuan long ago."

"Really?" Song Feijue's expression remained the same.

"Yes, I tried to make it myself when I was abroad two years ago, but I couldn't make that taste."

"How are you doing in America?"

Fang Zhilian didn't answer right away, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I'm doing well."

This answer was exactly the same as Song Feijue's answer to him when they met again for the first time. Fang Zhilian didn't pay attention, and asked again: "Where is Auntie? How have you been all these years?"

"It wasn't very good at the beginning," Song Feijue said, "it's probably better in the past two years."

He spoke vaguely, and Fang Zhilian asked at a loss: "Why was it not so good at the beginning? Isn't my mother already..."

Fang Zhilian pinched his fingertips remorsefully, and explained incoherently: "I'm sorry, I was very busy when I first went abroad, and I didn't take care of many things. I... ..."

"It has nothing to do with you," Song Feijue said without opening his eyes, "I should thank you, auntie, during the second trial."

Fang Zhilian didn't respond, still immersed in that bad sentence, he slowly shook his head: "...No."

not what?He couldn't tell either.

"Is America fun?" Song Feijue asked suddenly.

Fang Zhilian came back to his senses and thought for a while: "I don't know if it's fun, and I seldom go to play. I go to school when I go to school, and work when I work. I... stayed in Seattle to work for a while. Just came back."

"Yes," Song Feijue replied indifferently, "I know."

"You know?" Fang Zhilian hesitated.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Song Feijue's mouth, his eyes were beautiful, faint black, like a quiet and indifferent lake.

"My aunt told me," he said.

Almost at the same time that Song Feijue answered, Fang Zhilian took a step back involuntarily, the soles of his feet were covered with slippery moss, and he heard Song Feijue remind him: "Behind is the sea."

Fang Zhilian didn't seem to hear: "She contacted you? What did she say to you?"

Song Feijue didn't answer, so Fang Zhilian's tone became a little hurried, and he repeated: "What did she tell you?"

"Let me stay away from you, and said that you are going to Yanjing, and you will not return to Linchuan, and more." Song Feijue replied with a half-smile, "Oh, and she said that to be a man, you must know how to repay your kindness." , It couldn't be easier for her to appeal to reverse the verdict."

Every word is light, gentle and cruel, like a heavy weight hitting Fang Zhilian's heart, he can hardly breathe.

Song Feijue just stood opposite him, with a cloud of mist in front of his eyes, which was very unreal.Fang Zhilian stared at him blankly, and he didn't realize that he was crying until tears fell on the back of his hand.

"Why are you crying?" Song Feijue asked him in that gentle tone.

Fang Zhilian shook his head desperately. He wanted to say sorry, but would it work?Whether this is self-defeating, or God's will, he loves the person in front of him so desperately, but it is also he who has pushed this person into a dead end again.

"No," he wiped away tears indiscriminately, "I will definitely not let... Do you believe me?"

Song Feijue didn't answer.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zhilian suddenly smiled. His eyes were bright with tears in his eyes, but his expression was extremely stubborn.

"You trust me." He took a step back, as if he was saying an established fact, "At least this time, trust me."

like now.

Fang Zhilian fell backwards. He knew that there was an endless white wave behind him, but he didn't feel scared at all.

He was falling like a parabola, the process was very short, the soul was pulled out from the body, he saw a slender hand sticking to his face, gliding across the hard reef, and then he returned to his body.

The icy sea just barely reached Fang Zhilian's crowd, allowing him to breathe and suffocate.

Fang Zhilian felt someone pull his face and kiss him.He is also being given oxygen.

This kiss was not tender, it strangled his throat in a faint smell of blood, the kiss made the wind flustered, the kiss was too much, it was real, the pain burned into the heart.

Fang Zhilian could no longer tell whether the wetness on his face was tears or sea water, so he could only grab Song Feijue's shoulder and kiss back vigorously.

Do you believe there is a god who can take me to you.

The author says:

The reunion volume is over. The next chapter will go to the 17-year-old to have a look. There is also a reading guide attached:

The full text consists of three volumes, divided into three stages: Ebastine/Urban Reunion, Aspirin/Campus Broken Mirror, Alprazolam/Urban Reunion.

The early stage of the campus part is flat and slow, and sweet and sour dog blood lovers can start reading directly from C27.

Thanks for every collection comment every starfish!

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