desensitization therapy

The last class at noon was Chinese. After class, Tao Jiaqi followed the Chinese teacher to the office to pick up the workbook as usual.

There were too many exercise books, and Tao Jiaqi struggled to hold them, but she still purposely walked around and passed by the front door of the class on the third floor, pretending to glance casually.

It's a pity that Song Feijue wasn't in the class.

Tao Jiaqi paused slightly, and continued to walk forward calmly. The exercise book on the top was slightly tilted because of her short pause, showing a tendency to slide down.

A white and slender hand suddenly rested on the top exercise book, preventing the exercise book from slipping down.

"I'll get it for you."

As soon as Tao Jiaqi raised her face, she suddenly saw the person who had been thinking about it just now, and asked her to go around a long way to take another look, appeared in front of her eyes.

Song Feijue said to help with it, but he didn't take it directly before getting permission, and the action of pressing the exercise book remained unchanged.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Tao Jiaqi felt belatedly, flicked the bangs next to his ears helplessly, and gave him half of the exercise book.

Walking side by side with such a well-known boy in school, Tao Jiaqi knew that students passing by would inevitably look at her twice, but she didn't fully understand what it meant.

Before last Friday, she and Song Feijue had nothing to do with each other. She only knew that Song Feijue had good grades, good looks, gentle and peaceful personality, and stood out from the crowd of male high school students who were bluffing. The presence.

But it is only limited to the scope of hearing.

When going down the stairs, Tao Jiaqi followed Song Feijue step by step. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "Thank you last time."

Song Feijue paused for a moment, and then continued walking after she had followed.

"Have you talked to your parents?" He didn't say it's okay, but asked back.

Tao Jiaqi still had lingering fears when he thought of those people: "I said..."

"What are they going to do?"

"I do not know."

Song Feijue stopped again. He turned his face and saw Tao Jiaqi's expression full of embarrassment.

"My parents are very busy with work, so they can't come to pick me up every day." Tao Jiaqi explained in a low voice, "If we call the police, the sneak shots and stalking will not cause any real harm. Come out and take revenge on me..."

The more Tao Jiaqi explained, the more incoherent he became, as if afraid of being misunderstood by Song Feijue.

Song Feijue knew that not every working family had the conditions to devote all their time and resources to their children.

He didn't continue this topic, but only made a suggestion: "Don't take the path after school."

"Okay, I won't go to evening self-study in the future, I will go home early." Tao Jiaqi thought for a while, and asked a little nervously, "They haven't looked for you, have they?"

Song Feijue said "Hmm" and just arrived at the door of the classroom. Tao Jiaqi wanted to take the half of the exercise book, but accidentally touched the fluffy sleeve of the school uniform, and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Give it to me." Tao Jiaqi felt sorry for her.

Song Feijue handed her the stack of exercise books, and glanced casually across the classroom. It was lunch break time, and most of the people had gone to the cafeteria to eat.

Three or two people sitting in the front row looked towards the door, and they were all taken aback when they saw Song Feijue and Tao Jiaqi standing face to face at the front door.

Tao Jiaqi thanked again solemnly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Feijue smiled from the corner of his eyes, and he opened his palm to reveal what he was holding, "Can you help me give this to Fang Zhilian from your class?"

The topic changed too quickly, Tao Jiaqi stared at the thing in his palm, and repeated in doubt: "For Fang Zhilian?"

Song Feijue also smiled and repeated: "Well, to Fang Zhilian."

There is one hour and 15 minutes of lunch break. Non-resident students can go out of the school to eat in the alley not far away. There is more than enough time to come and go.

Although the time limit is loose, not too many students come out to eat, and most of them come out from the first and second grades, and the third-year students don't have that time.

But Fang Zhilian has plenty of time.

He struggled for a long time, but still didn't want to ask Fang Huo for extra money, so he asked Zhu Wen early in the morning and learned that there was a mobile phone repair shop just outside the back street of the school. Although the price was unclear, it was cheaper than getting a new mobile phone .

Fang Zhilian’s mobile phone is the new iPhone 4S that Huo Qianqian in Linchuan gave him. It has been used for less than three months. Fang Zhilian doesn’t want to ask Fang Huo for more money, let alone ask Cheng Lei for money. After much deliberation, Finally decided to just replace the screen.

The storefront of the mobile phone repair shop is not big, but the clerk's attitude is quite aggressive. He squinted his eyes and looked at the mobile phone twice, and then issued a price notice: "It's one thousand and two."

Fang Zhilian hesitated to speak: "... so expensive?" When he bought his mobile phone, it was just over 5000.

The clerk pointed to the screen of the phone and said clearly: "It's cheap to replace the outer screen, a few hundred yuan, but your inner screen is also broken. If you don't change it, there will be problems with the touch display in the future."

Fang Zhilian didn't know anything about these things, so he got caught up in the twists and turns of the other party's explanations, so he left the machine and paid the money.

"You can just pick it up after school at night," the clerk said confidently, "I will definitely fix it for you, don't worry."

This guarantee is still useful, Fang Zhilian felt relieved, and thought it over in his heart on the way back to school, and felt that it was not too bad a loss.

Back in the classroom, there were still more than ten minutes before class. Fang Zhilian stopped by the small shop and bought a bag of almonds for lunch. He returned to his seat while eating, and only saw the things on the upper right corner of the desk when he sat down.

A box of plasters and a tube of aloe vera gel.

Zhu Wen stepped forward and asked Fang Zhilian for almonds. Fang Zhilian poured half of it for him and asked, "Who put this on my table?"

After class, Zhu Wen went straight to the cafeteria. Not long after he came back, he chewed the almonds: "I don't know, you can ask You Li later."

You Li was not in the seat, Fang Zhilian thought for a while, and had some unbelievable guesses in his heart, but felt that it was impossible, so he subconsciously looked up to see where Tao Jiaqi was.

Usually at this time, Tao Jiaqi would sit alone and study, but for some reason today, there were girls in twos and threes talking around her table.

The distance was not too close, and Fang Zhilian couldn't hear what they were saying.

Before class started, You Li finally came back, almost at the same time she entered the classroom, Duan Jiayu also entered through the front door.

"You Li," Fang Zhilian poked You Li's back lightly, and when she turned around, he pointed to something motionless on the table and asked, "Here, did you see who put it on my table?" on it?"

You Li turned around stealthily, turned her back to Duan Jiayu, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Fang Zhilian, smiling ambiguously.

"I see—" her voice stretched out, "Tao Jiaqi gave it to you."

The author says:

It feels like everyone doesn’t like the part of the campus memory very much, but for me, this story has a lot to tell, and there are too many corresponding small details in the early stage. If the memory is not deep enough, then the mirror is too broken Light and floating, the reunion has become a castle in the air.So after thinking about it, the rhythm of campus memories may still not be able to go too fast. The only thing that can be guaranteed is that the story behind must be very exciting. Whether it is deciding to fatten up or follow up, thank you for every collection and every comment.