desensitization therapy

The first time Fang Zhilian saw Song Feijue was last Friday, under the osmanthus tree in the back street of the school.

The wind at night is warm, but the ground is not as scorching as it was during the day.Fang Zhilian put the phone a little away from his ear. He estimated the time. On average, every 30 seconds Fang Huo said, he would answer two sentences indifferently.

The content of the call was nothing more than Fang Huo asking him if he was comfortable with life in Linchuan, what was his stepfather's attitude towards him, and whether his studies were going well.

At the end, Fang Huo sighed, complained about how difficult his current situation was, and added a guarantee.

"You have to study hard over there. When your younger brother is born, Dad will take you back no matter what."

Less than five months, where is my brother?

Fang Zhilian twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't laugh. He was silent for a while, and said, "Got it, I'll go to evening self-study first."

Having finished all that should be said, Fang Huo hurriedly said: "Okay, then Dad will not bother you, call Dad if you have something to do."

Fang Zhilian didn't speak, and simply pressed the button to end the call.

The first evening self-study has just ended, and usually there are not many students wandering outside at this time.The No. [-] Middle School is a veritable provincial key point, and those who can get in are the best among their peers, and they compare their results with each other.

Of course, Fang Zhilian was not included, nor was Zhu Wen, who had paid the school selection fee to come in. Zhu Wen slipped away before finishing the first evening self-study.

He is not used to Linchuan, Linchuan does not welcome him, and his studies are not going well, Fang Zhilian will not tell Fang Huo these things.

Fang Zhilian kicked a small stone on the side of the road, and thought angrily, let Fang Huo continue to pursue his dream of being admitted to a prestigious school and becoming a leader, and being harmonious with his father, loving son and filial piety.

He turned on the navigation on his mobile phone and was about to take the bus home. When he looked up, he saw a tall boy in a navy blue school uniform standing under the Osmanthus tree opposite, separated by a sidewalk, as if he was waiting for someone. Or wait for the bus.

The four eyes meet, fleeting.

Or maybe they didn't match up at all. Fang Zhilian was born with amblyopia, and his right eye still has astigmatism.

From his point of view, it was a tall and thin boy with a mosaic on his face, and then turned his face away first.

The leaves of Osmanthus osmanthus fluttered down, and were lifted up by a gust of wind, as if they would never float to the ground.

Fang Zhilian didn't care, paused for two seconds, and continued to walk forward according to the navigation guide.

As a person who thinks he has a good sense of direction, Fang Zhilian is also confident in his ability to remember the way. He drives the navigation as a decoration, and the route he remembers is farther and farther away from the bus stop on the navigation. .

It wasn't until by chance that Fang Zhilian glanced at his phone and realized that he had deviated from the route by 700 meters.

"Why did the guide go wrong?" Fang Zhilian said to himself, then closed the navigation and reopened it, this time at a new location.

Fang Zhilian had some inconclusive doubts about his memory. Instead of walking blindly according to the memory route, he followed the navigation in a regular manner—and then went back to the back street.

On the top of the screen, there are several rice characters that are too small to be smaller.

Fang Zhilian moved closer, and read out word by word: "My location, the input destination, the south gate of Linchuan No. [-] Middle School..."

"..." He finally came to his senses, and the navigation automatically led him back to the frequently used places in the favorites, "What broken navigation!"

Fang Zhilian angrily closed the navigation page.

After going around in a circle, and finally returning to the starting point, Fang Zhilian's already depressed mood was even worse.He looked up, and as expected, there was no taxi passing by, but the tall boy under the laurel tree was still standing there.

Fang Zhilian thought about it for a while, and decided to ask for directions. Just as he was about to cross the sidewalk, the other party suddenly turned around and walked straight forward.

Forget it, Fang Zhilian took back the step he took.

But in the next second, he thought again, maybe the first middle school students who came out at this time also went to the bus station?

Or a subway station.

Acting faster than thinking, Fang Zhilian stepped up and chased after him. He said he was chasing, but in fact he kept a distance.

He chased two steps forward, only to realize that the person in front held a mobile phone to his ear, as if he was talking to someone.

The one in front was tall, long-legged, and fast-paced. Fang Zhilian was separated by a distance, afraid of being lost or frightening others, so he could only trot carefully along the way.

The night slowly fell, and the surrounding environment changed from half-cooked to completely unfamiliar.

It was only when he turned into that alley that Fang Zhilian realized that something had gone wrong.

He looked at the pale residential buildings in front of him, hesitated for two seconds, continued to follow the people in front, and turned on the navigation at the same time.

A small red dot that deviates from the route and a small green dot of the target station are lit on the navigation. Fang Zhilian took a few steps forward, and the small red dot continued to deviate from the small green dot.

This time it was farther away, almost a kilometer away.

At the same time, the people in front also stopped.

Before Fang Zhilian had time to think about whether he was to blame or the uninformed leader, he subconsciously leaned to the side and hid behind the shadow of the street lamp.

After hiding, he felt that something was wrong. What are you doing? It was like being convicted of stalking.

Fortunately, the people in front did not look back.

Fang Zhilian poked his head out and saw that there was a residential building in front of him, and turning left, there was a fork in the road.But the other party had already stopped, obviously living nearby.

Unknowingly, he followed them back home.

Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, opened them again after a while, moved his eyes down, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a neon sign with a strong sense of presence, but he had been ignoring it.

There are four big characters on it: Wanai Couple.

There is also a dazzling rose pink fluorescent.

Fang Zhilian's face changed again and again. He cast a complicated look at the back in front of him, but unfortunately the other side turned his back to him, so he couldn't receive it.

The provincial key No. [-] high school, the best among its peers?

Fang Zhilian turned his head and was about to leave. No matter how stupid he was, it was impossible for him not to guess the purpose of the other party's coming here.

Most adolescent boys at this age have strong hormone secretion, and the impulsive energy is useless, and the topics are often discussed around the opposite sex.But Fang Zhilian was not curious. He used to study in Pingyi, and every time this kind of topic was discussed, he could always put himself out of the topic circle calmly.

Before Fang Zhilian could take a step, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps from the fork on the left.

Fang Zhilian retracted again.

It was a girl who came, her voice was sweet, but her tone was anxious and flustered.

She didn't know what she was talking about, her voice was too low, Fang Zhilian could only hear something like "sorry" vaguely, probably apologizing for being late.

The more Fang Zhilian listened to the girl's voice, the more he felt as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he stretched his neck and looked over secretly.

He did know the person in front of him, not only acquainted, but also in the same class.

It was Tao Jiaqi.

The reason why Fang Zhilian remembers her is because she often hears about her from Youli, the cold and beautiful class flower.

Tao Jiaqi only showed half of his profile face, tightly holding onto the tall boy's arm, and kept looking back, but the tall boy couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Can you go out first, don't be here..." Tao Jiaqi's voice was trembling, as if he was about to cry.

The tall boy didn't speak, but he probably agreed, because Fang Zhilian heard two footsteps approaching.

Why are you leaving?

Fang Zhilian was startled, and hurriedly took a step back, but didn't know where to hide.

He didn't notice that there was a hidden drainage channel behind him, and subconsciously stepped back, stepping on the gap in the drainage channel.

The shoe tilted and lost his balance. Fang Zhilian fell to the ground without warning.

The mobile phone was also thrown out heavily, and with a snap, he felt in a trance that he heard the sound of the screen glass shattering.

Tao Jiaqi was already in a bad mood, but when he saw someone jumping out suddenly, he was even more startled, covered his mouth and yelled, and took a few steps back.

Fang Zhilian fell so hard that his eyes stared at him, his jaw hurt on the gravel.

He didn't care whether it was more embarrassing for him to break the secret of a classmate he didn't know very well, or it was more embarrassing for him to fall in front of his classmates in a sneaky way, and he had only one thought in his mind.

My jaw hurts.

The tall boy was obviously calmer than Tao Jiaqi, he bent over to pick up the phone that fell in front of him, and then came over slowly.

Fang Zhilian was in so much pain that his eyes almost burst into tears. He raised his head and tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but who knew that the tall boy squatted down in front of him and stretched out a hand.

The joints are white and clean, with a bit of delicateness unique to boys of this age.

Fang Zhilian looked up and finally saw his face clearly.

The eyebrows and eyes are lazy and stretched, narrow and long, whether it is the three-dimensional facial features or the smooth contour lines, they are undoubtedly beautiful and natural.

Song Feijue lowered his eyes and smiled, his outstretched hand remained firmly in midair.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

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