desensitization therapy

Half a century has passed.The night enveloped the city, and outside the alley, the street lamps hidden among the branches lit up sporadically, gray and cold, like a disguised moon.

Fang Zhilian's feet were numb, and he asked tentatively, "Should they leave?"

His voice was muffled through the palm of his hand, and his breath evenly covered Song Feijue's palm.

"Well," Song Feijue let go of his hand, "Let's go."

The soft touch and fragrance were suddenly far away. Fang Zhilian came back to his senses and found that Song Feijue took a step back naturally, opening the distance between them.

Those eyes were indifferent, and the irises were very dark, so deep that they could not see any emotional changes.

They walked out through the alley and passed between the unit buildings. They could hear the sound of cooking and cooking on the first floor, the sound of children playing, and many sounds mixed together to form the unique fireworks of this narrow alley.

Fang Zhilian finally couldn't help asking, "Why did they follow you?"

"do not know."

"Then what are you hiding from?"

"Otherwise, fight with them?" Song Feijue answered lightly, not seriously.

Fang Zhilian was stunned for two seconds, feeling that Song Feijue was perfunctory him, and his expression became unhappy.Because of malnutrition when he was a child, his hair color and pupil color were light. People with light-colored irises are not good at this point. Both happiness and unhappiness appear in their eyes.

"You know it's a fight," Fang Zhilian pouted, "I still don't know why they followed you?"

The corners of Song Feijue's mouth curled up, as if he was smiling, and he finally answered positively: "Probably they misunderstood me and regarded me as a rival in love."

This sentence did not point, but Fang Zhilian somehow thought of Tao Jiaqi, and the truth was in front of him. He pinched his fingertips and asked cautiously, "So you are?"

Song Feijue didn't answer, but asked lightly, "What?"

Fang Zhilian stared at him without blinking: "Tao Jiaqi."

"No." Song Feijue didn't whet his appetite this time, and directly denied it.

Fang Zhilian breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to have figured out what had happened.

Sure enough, I was wrong.

Song Feijue's rumors probably weren't groundless. Since that night, he has been receiving text messages from strange numbers, all with one purpose, warning him to stay away from Tao Jiaqi.

The gangster from the vocational high school spoke harshly, but he never took any practical action until the siege tonight.

Song Feijue didn't talk much, but fortunately he had a strong ability to generalize. When he walked out of the alley, Fang Zhilian had already understood the whole story.

"Did you call the police?" He was most concerned about this.

Song Feijue said, "No."

Fang Zhilian showed a bit of annoyed expression again: "This can't work, their school is next door, and they can't always hide..."

The wind suddenly picked up, carrying a faint chill, Song Feijue didn't answer, just said: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Fang Zhilian asked subconsciously.

"Where are you going?" Song Feijue paused, as if he didn't understand what he meant, "Just go there."

This meant to separate, Fang Zhilian choked for a moment, he had originally come with Song Feijue.

"Are you hungry?" Fang Zhilian talked to him from left to right, and borrowed flowers to offer Buddha Zhu Wen's words, "There is a very delicious wonton shop near here. Let me treat you to some wontons."

However, in fact, Fang Zhilian didn't know where this so-called particularly delicious wonton shop was, and it was Song Feijue who brought him here in the end.

"A serving of fresh corn meat, no coriander, onion, ginger, and garlic, no spicy," Fang Zhilian remembered that there was someone on the opposite side after ordering, "What do you eat?"

Song Feijue ordered mustard wontons, and after listening to his long list of words, he casually commented: "There are so many not to eat."

If he wanted to let others go, Fang Zhilian would inevitably feel that the other party was mocking him, but when Song Feijue said it, he didn't seem to have that meaning.

Fang Zhilian was right about the matter and not about the person. He felt a little guilty for the unilateral misunderstanding of Song Feijue before, but now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the unreasonable hostility has disappeared.

Even though Song Feijue didn't know, he still decided to make up for it with a treat.

It happened to be lunch time, and the small shop was full of students, including those from a middle school and the vocational high school next door.

The wontons were quickly served, and the mustard wontons were covered with a layer of chili oil. Song Feijue naturally pulled out a pair of handy chopsticks, and poured two rounds of vinegar into them.

During the meal, Fang Zhilian still wanted to talk, but Song Feijue was too polite to eat. It seemed that he was the type taught by his family to eat and sleep without talking. In addition, when he started talking, the proprietress brought hot wontons. Passing by him, the meaning is self-evident——

Eat early and go out early.

Fang Zhilian was afraid that the proprietress would pour wonton soup over his head if he ate slowly. For the first time, he didn't look around while eating, and ate very fast.

After eating and going to pay the bill, Fang Zhilian took out his schoolbag, and only then did he realize what a blow to the head was.

It was empty, the wallet was left on the desk.

Song Feijue handed over a card, and Fang Zhilian watched him pay the bill naturally, feeling even more guilty in his heart: "Next time I will treat you."

"No need." Song Feijue said, he didn't know if it was out of politeness, or simply meant that they don't need to eat together next time.

After paying the bill, Song Feijue walked in front and went out first, and Fang Zhilian smelled the nice mint aroma on his body again.

"The scent on your body," Fang Zhilian thought for a while, and then asked, "Is it the smell of fabric softener?"

Song Feijue seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but soon understood, and took out a small blue box: "You mean this?"

Fang Zhilian took a closer look, he was a bit night blind: "What is this?"

Song Feijue asked without answering, "Do you want to try?"

There was only one word marked on the small blue box, and Fang Zhilian didn't see it clearly for a long time. He was waiting for this word, and immediately replied, "Okay!"

He spread out his palms, and Song Feijue poured him two slices, which were as thick as glutinous rice paper and glowed transparent blue.

It's not mint candy, Fang Zhilian thought, when the two pieces of mint paper touched the tip of the tongue, there was a strong pungent feeling, even the tip of the tongue was numb, and there was no sweetness at all.

"Do you want more?" Song Feijue asked.

"No more." Fang Zhilian quickly waved his hands, suppressed the smell of the two mint slices in his mouth with the back of his tongue, and muttered indistinctly: "It smells so good, why does it taste so bad, it smells like toothpaste ..."

Hearing this, Song Feijue smiled.

"I'll go first." He casually put a backpack on one shoulder, and lowered his eyes.

"Oh, good." Fang Zhilian nodded, then suddenly remembered something, grabbed the shoulder strap of the dangling schoolbag.

Song Feijue turned around: "Huh?"

Fang Zhilian's hands gripping the shoulder strap of his schoolbag were a little sweaty, he turned his head, not looking at Song Feijue's expression: "Can I add you on WeChat?"

On the way back, Fang Zhilian kept fiddling with the WeChat account in the memo, turning it on and off, turning it on and off again.

After returning home and connecting to the Internet, Fang Zhilian went back to the room and closed the door, sat on the floor and lowered his head to download WeChat for iTouch.

The network was fast, and it was downloaded in a short while. Fang Zhilian entered the numbers on the memo one by one into the add friend, and compared them several times before pressing search.

What caught my eye was Song Feijue's WeChat name, a letter S. Fang Zhilian clicked on his profile picture, with a large area of ​​dark blue sky background, and a small moon in the upper left corner. I don't know if it's an online picture or himself. shot.

Fang Zhilian sent a friend request and waited impatiently for approval.

But Song Feijue seemed to be hanging on to him deliberately, and the application was not approved until after eleven o'clock.

After Fang Zhilian finished his homework, he curled up in bed and yawned. The screen in front of him became blurred. He thought, wait for the last 10 minutes, and Song Feijue will fall down and go to sleep if he doesn't pass.

It was as if his heart had been heard, and when he opened his eyes again, Song Feijue's dialog box had already popped up on the screen.

Fang Zhilian felt relieved all of a sudden. He opened Song Feijue's circle of friends, but a vertical line and blank space indicated that there was no activity in Song Feijue's circle of friends.

Fang Zhilian, who was full of expectations, withered, he quit Song Feijue's circle of friends, and opened the empty dialog box again, thinking about whether to send something to the past.

While hesitating, the other party first sent a message: "Thank you for the wonton treat, it's delicious."

The words seemed to be exaggerating, but Fang Zhilian didn't notice it at all, and replied to Song Feijue without any shyness: "You're welcome, next time I will pay the bill."

This time Song Feijue didn't return.

Fang Zhilian stared at the dialog box for a while, feeling really sleepy, so he put down the screen to go to sleep, thought for a while, and turned on the screen again.

He opened the search engine and searched for the emoji of the moon, and a bunch of results popped up.

Fang Zhilian picked the most beautiful half-crescent moon, copied it, and pasted it on Song Feijue's WeChat notes.

Then return to the dialog box, the letter S in front remains unchanged, but it is followed by a small crescent symbol.

This time he was satisfied, put his finger on the crescent moon symbol, and said to himself: "Sleep."

The author says:

There is no update this week. I wish you all a happy new year in advance! PS crescent symbol: ?