desensitization therapy

It's ten o'clock.

Fang Zhilian's first reaction was to continue rubbing his eyes. He suspected that he had another dream within a dream.

But as soon as he let go, the clock in front of him didn't even have a phantom, it was real.

After regaining his senses, Fang Zhilian turned around to look for his cell phone. The cell phone with a black screen lay intact on the bedside table, no matter how hard he pressed the power button, it didn't respond.

The rumbling sound of the vacuum cleaner came from downstairs, Fang Zhilian didn't bother with the malfunctioning mobile phone, and went downstairs in a hurry.

Aunt Chang was cleaning the living room, and she didn't show much surprise when she saw him running downstairs in a panic: "Xiao Fang woke up, do you still have breakfast?"

She just said symbolically that Tang Ting's favorite custard buns and sweet porridge with red dates were made for breakfast.

Fang Zhilian was taken aback, of course he didn't come down to eat breakfast, but the original sentence "Aunt Chang, why didn't you wake me up" was stuck in his throat, and he suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to say this sentence.

This is someone else's house.

It's not the first time. In Pingyi, the aunt at home was recruited by his little mother. Of course, the attitude is exactly the same as his little mother.

When he arrived in Linchuan, Fang Zhilian was keenly aware that Aunt Chang's attitude towards him was not like the previous aunt, but before she could figure out what the master of the family was thinking, Aunt Chang chose to wait and watch.

The wisest thing to do on the sidelines is to ignore, not to be enthusiastic, and not to be entirely indifferent.

"Aunt Chang," Fang Zhilian swallowed back the original sentence, "Can you tell me my mother's number?"

After calling Cheng Lei and asking her to take half a day off, Fang Zhilian didn't have breakfast, packed up in a hurry and went out.

Now that he took a taxi there just in time for his morning break, Fang Zhilian got in the car, put on his earphones habitually, and leaned his head on the window to clean the glass for others.

In the schoolbag is the mobile phone that cannot be turned on, and an iTouch that is an extra spare.Fang Zhilian didn't know if going to that repair shop to argue would have any results. If there was no result, then he would have to ask Fang Huo for money again.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhilian couldn't help being frustrated, he didn't want to call Fang Huo.

The depressed mood lasted until he entered the school. As soon as he went up to the second floor, Fang Zhilian saw Song Feijue approaching him.

The noon light gradually shines on the balcony, and outside the window is the endless warm sun and green shade, towering poplar trees, blooming ivy entwining the teaching building, and ginkgo leaves covering the entire ground.

The light was bright and dazzling, Fang Zhilian stopped and blocked it with his hand.

Not far away, the flickering lights and shadows enveloped Song Feijue's body. He stood there, as if even the light favored him a little more, and he was reluctant to dazzle his eyes.

Fang Zhilian didn't stay for too long, at most three to five seconds, and continued to move forward.

In the ear is an unknown tune.

Song Feijue watched Fang Zhilian walk over step by step, his hair curled up in a mess, making the emotions of those who watched it messy.

When we met for the first time, Song Feijue felt that he followed behind like Jerry in Tom and Jerry, the sneaky little mouse who always fell into the cheese trap.

But now, Song Feijue felt that he was like a puppy with a blown hair, a puppy with its own planetary laws.

Song Feijue smiled at the puppy.

The puppy was in a bad mood and didn't want to laugh, so he kept walking forward without looking sideways.

The moment they passed each other, Song Feijue reminded him kindly: "The hair is up."

Fang Zhilian was wearing earphones, so of course he didn't hear it, so he just passed by. Song Feijue turned his head, and the curled up hair was swaying majestically, bouncing back and forth.

The corners of Song Feijue's mouth were still raised, but his gaze drooped indifferently, and he retracted his gaze within two seconds.

Fang Zhilian's bad mood didn't turn cloudy until after school, because Zhu Wen agreed to accompany him to find a repair shop to discuss with him after school.

"It's one thousand and two!" Zhu Wen was more angry than him, "It's not one hundred and two, how can you be taken advantage of!"

Rather than anger, Fang Zhilian was more concerned about the headache of not wanting to ask Fang Huo for money. He gratefully held Zhu Wen's hand: "In the future, if you have any difficulties, I will be here whenever you are called!"

Zhu Wen was shocked, and quickly pulled out his hand: "Don't worry about it, just treat me to dinner."

The two went straight to the repair shop after school, and Fang Zhilian didn't ask Tao Jiaqi about the plasters and aloe vera gel. At first, he wondered if Song Feijue might have released them, but thinking about it, he didn't even say hello at noon. situation, it seems unlikely.

The clerk in the repair shop is still the same as yesterday. He refuses to refund the money, but agrees to keep the phone for repair.

Fang Zhilian had no choice but to agree.

Zhu Wen walked around the shop calmly, pretending to make a call with his phone that was not turned on at all: "Hey, Brother Long, yes, my friend's phone was repaired at the repair shop in the back street of the school. , What do you think should be done? Ah, if you can’t fix it any longer, why don’t you come to him?”

Fang Zhilian heard Zhu Wen talking nonsense from a distance, the clerk's expression changed a bit, he didn't know if he believed it or not.

Zhu Wen first convinced himself, and as soon as he put down the phone, he yelled loudly and pretended: "Brother Hu! I know the boss of the vocational high school next door, and he fights really hard!" I don't know who he was yelling to.

If the clerk was still skeptical just now, then he definitely didn't believe it at the moment when Brother Long changed to Brother Hu.

Fang Zhilian and Zhu Wen walked out of the store resentfully. Zhu Wen didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and was still making amends: "It's okay, if he can't fix it anymore, I'll tell Teacher Duan!"

"Thank you." Fang Zhilian had already made a draft in his heart, thinking of how to talk to Fang Huo when he thought about it.

"You're welcome, your business is my business!" Although Zhu Wen was a little silly, he was very righteous, "Do you want to go to the station?"

Just as Fang Zhilian wanted to agree, when he looked up, he saw Song Feijue leisurely passing by from the opposite side, and then turned into the alley at the intersection.

How can I see him everywhere?

"Didn't I invite you to dinner?" Fang Zhilian didn't take it seriously, Song Feijue didn't see him, so he pretended he didn't see Song Feijue either.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Zhu Wen said, "What do you eat? There is a very delicious wonton shop near here. The corn and fresh meat stuffing is excellent."

"It's all right." Fang Zhilian wanted to say, let's eat that, and then looked across the street, and suddenly saw several people with dyed yellow hair turning into the end of the alley.

Zhu Wen was still saying: "It's okay to eat stretched noodles. It's a time-honored shop. The soup of the stretched noodles is delicious, and it's served with coriander. It's especially..."

Fang Zhilian doesn't eat coriander, and now there are more important things than choosing between wonton noodles.

He tightened the straps on both sides of the schoolbag, turned his head and said to Zhu Wen: "I will eat both some other day, I have to leave today!"

Before he could hear Zhu Wen's answer, Fang Zhilian took advantage of the green light and ran over with all his might.

In the alley, there are seven twists and turns, and further forward, they are all residential areas that look exactly the same.

Fang Zhilian didn't dare to go in with the group of people ostentatiously, and deliberately stayed behind them for a few minutes.

He couldn't figure out why he followed in, just like last Friday, and he couldn't figure out why he would rather trust a stranger who didn't know where he was going than to trust the navigation.

An inaccurate intuition told Fang Zhilian that the group of people just followed Song Feijue in.

Realizing this, Fang Zhilian stepped even more lightly, but he didn't know how to get there. The more he walked into the alley, the narrower it became. Song Feijue couldn't find it, and even lost that group of people.

Giving up is also a virtue, Fang Zhilian warned himself in his heart, turned his head and walked back, just two steps away, suddenly a hand covered his face from behind.

To be precise, the upper half of the face was covered, Fang Zhilian's eyes were darkened, and he was startled reflexively: "Who—"

The hand moved down precisely and covered his mouth again.

There was a pleasant mint aroma on that hand, like the smell left after eating mints, sweet and refreshing.

Fang Zhilian sniffed hard again, like a puppy, the tip of his nose touched the cold and soft fingertips.

"Keep your voice down," said the man behind, "they just passed."

Fang Zhilian turned his face away, as expected, he saw Song Feijue's profile hidden in the shadow.

The alley is too dark and there are no lights. Song Feijue's skin is almost translucent against the background. From bottom to top, it becomes a slow and indispensable long shot in the movie.

If the long shots in the movie were so beautiful for granted, Fang Zhilian wouldn't doze off after watching the movie. He thought, Song Feijue's nose bridge is so straight.

Fang Zhilian stopped talking, and obediently shrank back a little, as if no one could see them.

Song Feijue still didn't let go.

Fang Zhilian also forgot to remind him.

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