desensitization therapy

"Tao Jiaqi?" The guess came true, but Fang Zhilian was still hesitant.

You Li winked at him, and her tone couldn't hide her teasing: "Where did you get hurt, and Tao Jiaqi saw it? I didn't even see it."

Fang Zhilian frowned, and naturally thought of the bruise on his chin, but Tao Jiaqi's attitude towards him the day before was clearly the same as before, without any change.

So Tao Jiaqi knew it was him that day?

Yu Li, who didn't get the answer, was still full of gossip. Fang Zhilian thought for a moment and denied it: "It's nothing, maybe she misplaced it."

You Li raised her eyebrows, apparently not believing it: "How could it be misplaced? But... Forget it, I won't tell you, lest you get too disappointed."

Fang Zhilian was aroused by her curiosity, and just about to continue asking, Duan Jiayu knocked on the podium first and coughed.

"You Li, Fang Zhilian, what good news do you want me to hear?"

This sentence didn't have any deterrent effect, but Yuli turned back quickly, took out the paper, and pretended to be ready to attend class seriously.

Fang Zhilian also spread the paper on the table, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the things placed in the upper right corner.

Plasters and aloe vera gel are very common brands, which can be bought in drugstores on the street and in the school's infirmary.

After a long time, he looked away again.

Fang Zhilian originally wanted to ask Tao Jiaqi, but he couldn't find a chance until the evening self-study.

Coincidentally, either there were two math classes in a row, or Tao Jiaqi went out right after class.

Before the evening self-study of the first quarter, Fang Zhilian was called by Duan Jiayu to the office to pick up a new school uniform. His casual lie was taken seriously, and Duan Jiayu really found a new school uniform of the right size.

At this moment, Zhilian completely lost the reason not to wear the school uniform. He returned to the classroom with the school uniform in his arms, and Zhu Wen was still packing his schoolbag. Seeing him come back, he warmly invited him to the bus stop.

"I'll leave after this evening self-study." Fang Zhilian prevaricated, glanced at the front row, but found that Tao Jiaqi's desk was cleaned up, even the schoolbag was gone.

"Where's Tao Jiaqi?"

"Let's go."

Zhu Wen always answers every question. He is nervous and not as sensitive as You Li. When Fang Zhilian mentions others, he won't think so much.

Fang Zhilian picked up his schoolbag: "Let's go, we won't be studying at night."

Zhu Wen didn't know why: "Oh, let's go."

When the two left the school, Fang Zhilian was going to pick up the repaired mobile phone. The repair shop was not far from the bus stop, so Zhu Wen accompanied him to get it.

When paying the bill, Zhu Wenyi learned that it cost 5000 yuan, and he was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time. As soon as he went out, he said to Fang Zhilian in a trance: "Your parents are so kind. If you fall, you probably have to beat me up first."

Fang Zhilian didn't know what to answer. He couldn't imagine that Fang Huo would beat him for 5000 yuan. In fact, Fang Huo had never beaten him since he was a child.In the end, it's not that Fang Huo is such a good-tempered father, it's just because of indifference.

A few students wearing the same style of clothes of different colors passed by across the street. They didn't look like they belonged to our school. Fang Zhilian changed the subject: "Which school's uniform is this? It's pretty pretty."

Zhu Wen glanced at it.

"Oh, it's not a school uniform."

"Not a school uniform?"

"Yes, the vocational high school next door to us, this kind of class uniform is usually custom-made, of course it looks good."

"That's great," Fang Zhilian said regretfully, remembering the new school uniform in his schoolbag, "I really don't want to wear a school uniform."

Zhu Wen comforted him: "Be content, the autumn and winter school uniforms are pretty enough, and the summer ones will be even uglier."

After parting with Zhu Wen at the bus stop, Fang Zhilian got on the bus home smoothly.

This time he turned on the navigation very carefully, not afraid of going wrong, but afraid of sitting on the wrong station.

As soon as he was free, Fang Zhilian couldn't help but think about what happened at noon. Subconsciously, he always felt that something was wrong and wanted to prove it, but it was a pity that Tao Jiaqi left early.

It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected behind the faint branches and leaves of a row of poplar trees outside the car window, painting the gray walls of the buildings covered by poplar trees in beige and orange-red tones.

The bus was going to pass the cross-river bridge and then the tunnel. Fang Zhilian leaned his head against the window and put on his earphones.

The transparent glass windows are swept by the fast light, like the edge of the distortion of the wide-angle lens.

Fang Zhilian was wondering what he had missed.

He no longer only thinks about Tao Jiaqi, but simply starts to think about last Friday, from the time he followed Song Feijue to the time Song Feijue turned into the alley and waited at the door of the love hotel.

Then Tao Jiaqi came. She was late, so she came running. They didn't stay at the door of the love hotel for too long, because Tao Jiaqi's voice was crying.

What is she saying?

Get out first, don't stay here...

Just when he had some thoughts, the bus braked suddenly and slowed down. Fang Zhilian moved forward in inertia and supported the back of the seat in front of him so as not to hit his head.

He completely figured it out.

The driver in front was still swearing loudly, it seemed that the sudden brake was caused by the car not turning on the lights and blocking the car.

Fang Zhilian pretended he didn't hear it at all. He turned up the volume of his earphones and continued trying to restore the whole story.

Tao Jiaqi was unwilling, and Fang Zhilian hadn't noticed it because she was holding Song Feijue's arm, but it was obvious from the tone of her refusal to go to the love hotel.

As for the ointment patch and aloe vera gel, it was obvious that Tao Jiaqi saw clearly that he gave it to him that day, but Fang Zhilian thought for a long time about the reason why Tao Jiaqi avoided talking about it, and could only think of one.

Because Tao Jiaqi was coerced by Song Feijue.

Song Feijue might coerce Tao Jiaqi to be with him and not to mention it to anyone, but Tao Jiaqi didn't want to, and someone happened to be the only witness, so she secretly asked Fang Zhilian for help.

Fang Zhilian shook his head, just at the stop, a pregnant woman came in carefully, Fang Zhilian was the closest to her, so he stood up and gave up his seat to her.

The door closed again.

Fang Zhilian pulled the armrest, his thin arms wobbled with the driving of the vehicle, and a new problem arose.

What is Song Feijue planning?

During dinner time, it was rare for Cheng Lei and Tang Jitong to go home early together. Aunt Chang deliberately made two extra dishes, making an ordinary Wednesday like a holiday.

Tang Ting was also very excited. Normally, her parents had very little time to get together to eat with her.After finally having the opportunity to have dinner together, she has been running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, and she is eager to help Aunt Chang with the dishes.

Aunt Chang brought up Tang Ting since she was a child, basically as if she was no different from her own child, and she never asked her to do housework, and of course she did at this moment. She nodded her forehead and pretended to be annoyed: "Go and sit down!" Well, don't be a disservice!"

Fang Zhilian sat on the seat, listened to the sounds from the kitchen, lowered his eyes to the dishes, and remained silent.

He was more used to Cheng Lei and Tang Ji coming back at the same night, so he would not feel overwhelmed.

Tang Jitong had a gentle personality, and with the idea of ​​not being cold, he asked him a few insignificant questions, and Fang Zhilian answered them all cautiously.

There are questions and answers, although it can't be said to be very enthusiastic, but at least making a sound means that it is not so embarrassing.

Cheng Lei interrupted the question and answer.

"Has Fang Huo contacted you?"

Within a few seconds after the voice fell, no one spoke again.

Fang Zhilian was taken aback, but still replied: "I contacted you last week."

Cheng Lei smiled slightly, obviously not interested in whether there was such an answer or not, she just used the topic to play: "He kicked you out of the house, but he still remembered to call you, it was really troublesome."

Fang Zhilian didn't speak.

Cheng Lei is obviously still brooding, what she said is correct, Fang Zhilian's little mother's pregnancy is just a catalyst, if Fang Huo firmly stands by his son, Fang Zhilian will not have to go out in the third year of high school Rent a house to live outside.

However, Fang Zhilian was not disturbed by this matter. He even thought that it would be better to go out to rent a house, at least it would be affordable, and he would not have to see his little mother who was prone to lose his temper.

Cheng Lei insisted on picking him up to come to Sichuan to study, as if she was competing with Fang Huo, taking Fang Zhilian's love as a weight and putting it on the balance to get a result.

But Fang Zhilian didn't want to be a weight on both ends of the balance.

As early as five years old, from the moment Cheng Lei divorced Fang Huo and left him to return to Linchuan, Fang Zhilian had thought this way.He has no feelings for his irresponsible cheating and remarried little boy father, which doesn't mean he has feelings for his mother whom he hasn't seen for several years.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and it was Tang Jitong who broke the silence: "Okay, Zhilian, eat quickly. Aunt Chang's spicy chicken is a specialty."

While talking, he picked up a chopstick and put it in Fang Zhilian's bowl.

Fang Zhilian picked up the bowl dumbly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and thanked Tang Jitong.

He stuffed the spicy chicken with chopsticks into his mouth together with the rice, and chewed randomly a few times. The spicy taste irritated his throat and stomach, but he swallowed it without changing his expression.

Aunt Chang's cooking skills are really good, but it's a pity that Fang Zhilian can't eat spicy food.

After dinner, there was a fruit platter for dessert, Fang Zhilian found an excuse to do homework and went back to the room.

He finished his homework one after another, and it was already late at night. Tang Ting went upstairs once in the middle of the night to bring him a fruit platter.

Fang Zhilian is too picky about food, he doesn't like spicy food, bitter food, and sour food.There were not many things to eat, and my appetite was still small, so I only picked up two pieces of pears and finished them, then put them aside and went to wash up.

After washing, Fang Zhilian lay on the bed and set the alarm clock. His hair was still wet, but this time was not suitable for turning on the hair dryer to disturb others.

The screen of the mobile phone has been repaired, and the surface is smooth and flat, and there is no crack that was once dropped.

Fang Zhilian set the alarm clock, turned off the desk lamp, and the night melted into a quiet mass. In the silent darkness, he thought about what happened last Friday again.

Although he had an idea, Fang Zhilian was still not sure if he was thinking wrong, so he decided to go to Tao Jiaqi tomorrow to find out.

This time he didn't think for too long and fell asleep.

This sleep was not a safe one, but he didn't wake up halfway through. Fang Zhilian had a dream within a dream, and when he opened his eyes, it would be dawn.

He habitually touched the mobile phone on the bedside table first. The screen of the mobile phone was black. Fang Zhilian thought in a daze that he hadn't turned it off last night.

But the alarm clock didn't ring, it should be still early.

Fang Zhilian lay paralyzed on the bed for a while, slowly got out of bed, was about to put on his slippers to wash up, rubbed his eyes, but saw the clock ornament by the door.

The pointer pointed to the ten o'clock position impressively.

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