desensitization therapy

Whether the sign of Huoshaoyun is a coincidence or inevitable is unknown.There was a heavy rain the next night. The effect of this rain was not only a sudden change in temperature, but the magenta oleanders that bloomed from April to September were finally almost gone after the baptism of the heavy rain.

During the break between classes, Song Feijue went out for a while, and when he came back, the earphone cables that had been neatly placed on the table were entangled again.

The girl wearing glasses at the next table happened to see it, and reminded her: "Zhang Mingzhuo just took a hearing test and used your earphones."

Zhang Mingzhuo at the front desk was racing against time to solve the questions, and he didn't even look up when his name was called: "Oh, I just borrowed it."

Song Feijue nodded slightly, and sat down naturally without touching the pile of tangled earphone cables.

The girl wearing glasses glanced at Song Feijue, and asked in a bad tone: "Borrow it if you don't ask?"

Zhang Mingzhuo didn't see anything, turned around and smiled and argued: "We boys are not fussy, so what are we afraid of borrowing something from each other, aren't we, Song Feijue?"

"Well," Song Feijue was still smiling, "It's okay."

After class at noon, Song Feijue went to the reading room for self-study as usual. He put on the pair of headphones that he had never touched again, and he didn't throw them into the wastebasket until he went down to the first floor.

A few pieces of draft paper were thrown in together, and the pair of white earphones were quietly lying on their backs in a pile of crumpled waste paper.

Song Feijue withdrew his gaze, and continued to walk forward without looking sideways.

Before he walked out of the teaching building, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him. Song Feijue turned his head and saw Fang Zhilian standing not far from him, holding a piece of unfinished glutinous rice in his hand strip.

It looks a little silly.

"Is this yours?" Fang Zhilian stuffed the glutinous rice sticks into his mouth, and his right cheek immediately swelled up.

Song Feijue's eyes shifted from his bulging cheeks to the headphone cable hanging on his other hand.

"Ok?"

"I didn't take out the trash can," Fang Zhilian seemed to be slow to react, pointing to the wastebasket at the back, "I'm going to throw the snack bag, and you just finished throwing the draft paper in front, and this earphone is on the top , not dirty."

This is digging out the trash can, Song Feijue smiled.

He raised his eyelids and said, "It's mine." But he didn't take it.

"Is it broken?" Fang Zhilian turned the earphones upside down to check in self-doubt, "I thought you just threw it wrong..."

"I threw it wrong, thank you." Song Feijue interrupted Fang Zhilian's last words.

When Song Feijue speaks, he likes to stare at other people's eyes first, and then slowly move down to his lips, which looks particularly sincere without being too oppressive.

Fang Zhilian was just the opposite. He felt a little unnatural when he was stared at, so his eyes were wide open, and his eyes erratically dodged away.

Most people's so-called long eyelashes are the top eyelashes, but Fang Zhilian's bottom eyelashes are long. When the eyes are wide open, they look fluffy and have a childish and harmless feeling.

"I guess it is!" Fang Zhilian raised his face and smiled, and handed the earphones to Song Feijue.

His expression was like a puppy who came back with a frisbee in his mouth, and he couldn't hide his joy and complacency.

His fingers were still stained with the residual icing sugar of the glutinous rice sticks, which had a faint bean powder flavor mixed with sweetness.

The touching palms were warm and soft. When Song Feijue took the earphones, he accidentally rubbed the frosting.

Fang Zhilian was still ignorant, and said with a foolish smile, "You're welcome."

When they returned to the classroom, You Li and Tao Jiaqi had just returned from the cafeteria together. The friendship between the girls had been established quickly. In just one night, they had evolved from having nothing to say to eating together and going to the bathroom small shop.

You Li's weight loss plan has long been forgotten, and she just bought a box of chocolate pies after lunch. The first thing she did when she returned to her seat was to give Fang Zhilian a bag, and whispered, "I used to judge I was wrong, I found that Tao Jiaqi got along well, not cold at all."

She started talking after school together last night, then talked about Tao Jiaqi helping the lecture with water, and finally concluded: "Tao Jiaqi is beautiful and kind!"

Tao Jiaqi seemed to have heard her name, and turned her head with a puzzled face, but she didn't understand why, Yuli waved her hand and smiled at her, so she smiled too, and went back to writing the question.

Fang Zhilian bit Baiqi and asked vaguely: "Then you two went home together yesterday and didn't meet those people, did you?"

"No, I'm smart, and no one dares to follow me when I walk on the big road." Yuli changed the subject and said mysteriously, "By the way, I will tell you a big secret."

It's no surprise that secrets have almost become You Li's mantra, but Fang Zhilian still asked face-saving: "What secret?"

Yuli hooked her fingers, motioning him to come closer.

"I heard from Tao Jiaqi that Song Feijue entrusted her to hand over the box of plasters and aloe vera gel to you. How did you two know each other?"

It is indeed a big secret.

Fang Zhilian was stunned: "He gave it to me? Didn't you say Tao Jiaqi gave it to me?"

It's not that he hadn't thought about this possibility earlier, but Song Feijue didn't mention it, and Tao Jiaqi didn't mention it either, so he vetoed this possibility on his own.

You Li said confidently: "I saw Tao Jiaqi put it on your table with my own eyes, and I didn't know it was handed over."

Is one meal enough?After recovering, Fang Zhilian's ears burned: How about two meals?

This time Song Feijue's height in his heart has reached another level, from a superficially good student who was not very good at the beginning, to a good student who is brave enough to stand up for righteousness, and then to a cold-faced and cold-hearted person who is really good at being a friend Hot students.

You Li was still asking: "How did you know Song Feijue?"

Fang Zhilian was embarrassed to say that it was fate that he followed him out, and after thinking for a long time, he pretended to be mysterious and replied: "Fate has arrived, and I can't stop it even if I want to."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and continued to write the paper, leaving Yuli alone to ponder over the unstoppable fate.

The next morning was a sunny day. As usual, Song Feijue arrived at the classroom half an hour before morning self-study. He habitually put his schoolbag into the table hole, but found a brown paper bag inside.

The paper bag is not sealed, and the bottom can be seen at a glance: a bulging souffle bag, a small triangular cheese, and a bag of coffee milk.

A straw is also thoughtfully included.

This is not the first time Song Feijue has received breakfast. As early as in the first and second grades of high school, he could receive it almost every other time, but he refused clearly, so gradually few people gave it to him.

Song Feijue folded the paper bag again, and was about to stand up when the post-it note on the paper bag fluttered down.

The handwriting on the post-it notes is not ugly, but it is a bit like the childish strokes of elementary school students, with chubby fonts.

"Thank you for the plaster and aloe vera gel. I'll treat you to dinner next time. PS: Stuffed strawberry cheese into a souffle bag is even more delicious."

The inscription is Fang Zhilian's name, and there is a crossed out FZL above the name. It is estimated that Fang Zhilian felt that something was wrong after writing the abbreviation, so he crossed it out again.

Song Feijue rubbed the post-it note, paused for a rare two seconds, folded the post-it note and put it back in the table hole.

The remaining kraft paper bag was held in his arms, rubbing against the corner of his clothes to make a low rustling sound.

He walked to the front of the classroom and opened the front door of the classroom, behind which was a covered trash can.

Someone just came in through the front door, Song Feijue politely blocked the door to let the other person go in, and then threw the paper bag in his arms into the trash can.

There was a short dull thud in the empty trash can, and then it was quiet again.

The author says:

Song Feijue's mental journey at this stage:

Is the puppy that comes back with a flying saucer cute?cute.

Is a puppy that comes back with a flying saucer special?It doesn't seem that special.