desensitization therapy

Not long after the party started, Fang Zhilian went out on an excuse. He had been there for a long time. When he came back, Zhu Wen had already sat at another table, and was pushing a glass with Mr. Xu. Obviously, he had been drinking for a while .

Before Zhu Wen got drunk, he saw Fang Zhilian coming back, said something to Mr. Xu, and came over here.

"Why did you go to his desk?" Fang Zhilian wanted to help Zhu Wen, but he stretched out his hand halfway, and then stopped stiffly in the air.

"I'm not drunk," Zhu Wen waved his hand, signaling that he doesn't need to be supported, and lowered his voice, "Just now he ran over to drink Xiaoyou and Tao Jiaqi, so how can I let him? See if I don't drink him down."

Zhu Wen said that he didn't need to help, but he took a step forward, but almost staggered, and suddenly remembered something, stood up straight and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"The bathroom." Fang Zhilian said.

He seems to have just washed his face with water, a strand of half-wet black hair hangs on his forehead, and his pale face seems to be mixed with a sense of transparency that is about to break, so beautifully thin and light.

"Oh," Zhu Wen nodded and didn't pay much attention, "Just now Tao Jiaqi asked where you were, and you've been there for too long."

Fang Zhilian hesitated for a moment. He looked around and saw You Li boredly picking out peanuts to eat at another table, but Tao Jiaqi was not there. He turned around and asked, "Where is Tao Jiaqi?"

"It seems... let's go, she said she's going back first." After Zhu Wen finished speaking, he belatedly associated Tao Jiaqi's early departure to what happened just now, and said in a low voice, "Those two people just now... ...the mouth is really broken."

Fang Zhilian didn't seem to hear the second part of the sentence: "Then I will go first."

"Okay, ah," Zhu Wen finally came to his senses, "Huh? Are you leaving now?"

Fang Zhilian rolled his eyes, but didn't see much smile: "See you in a year."

After walking two steps, he turned back uneasy and reminded Zhu Wen: "Drink less, don't drive later, find a replacement driver."

Zhu Wen readily agreed, waved his hands, and walked back unsteadily to fulfill his promise to drink Mr. Xu to the ground.

Fang Zhilian looked at the place for a while, and after a while, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

From the seventh floor to the first floor is very fast, it only takes a few dozen seconds.Fang Zhilian stepped out of the elevator car. From a distance, he saw Tao Jiaqi standing on the side of the automatic revolving door.

It gets dark early in winter, just after 06:30, and the outside of the window is already completely dark, like a flock of dormant night crows waiting for an opportunity.

Fang Zhilian approached the revolving door, only to notice a speck of white scattered under the street lamp outside the door, and he said, "It's snowing."

Tao Jiaqi didn't speak.

"Do you still have contact with him?" Fang Zhilian asked again. He didn't mention his name, but he believed that Tao Jiaqi knew.

Tao Jiaqi was silent for a while, and knowingly asked, "Who?"

"Song Feijue." Fang Zhilian said.

This time the silence lasted longer, Fang Zhilian waited patiently for Tao Jiaqi's answer, and Tao Jiaqi was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Why do you ask me?"

"Just ask," Fang Zhilian lowered his eyelashes, "It's fine if you don't have contact."

He pushed open the heavy revolving door, but didn't rush to take a step. Sure enough, Tao Jiaqi called him in a hurry: "Wait a minute!"

Fang Zhilian turned her head. Compared with the indifferent expression just now, Tao Jiaqi's flawless expression seemed to have cracked, and she changed into the indescribable, regretful and complicated eyes just now.

"You don't want to go to him," she said. "He already has a girlfriend and is doing well."

Fang Zhilian's expression didn't change, he just asked back, "Really?"

Tao Jiaqi bit his lip, did not answer, but asked a new question: "Why did you come back?"

Everyone I've seen lately seems to be asking: why are you coming back?

Fang Zhilian said a lot of reasons, there are always new people asking, and he always has new reasons to answer, but now he doesn't want to make up a random reason to prevaricate.

"I thought you were waiting for me because you had something else to tell me." Fang Zhilian paused before speaking.

"You're overthinking, I'm not waiting for you," Tao Jiaqi answered very simply this time, she shook the lit phone screen and emphasized, "I'm just waiting for the online car-hailing car to arrive."

Fang Zhilian said: "That's because I'm thinking too much. Goodbye."

Tao Jiaqi didn't stop him this time. The moment Fang Zhilian walked into the revolving door, she suddenly said in a low voice, "Linchuan is very small."

Her voice was very soft, like finely crushed snow seeds outside a glass door. When the wind hit the ground, all of them turned into water and disappeared without a trace.

But Fang Zhilian heard it.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it is falling in a rustle.Vehicles drove across the cross-river bridge, and the street lights flying back along the street were dimly shadowed, engulfing the tall buildings with varying distances.

Fang Zhilian lowered the car window. Unlike the sparkling summer night, the river surface in winter night is very quiet, and the darkness drowns everything.

When passing through the tunnel, Fang Zhilian slowed down on purpose.The navigation showed yaw, and he stared at it for a while, but he couldn't see the detour, and he didn't bother to go back the same way, so he simply cut a new route and continued on the unknown one-way street.

In short, you can't get lost.

The new route was a few kilometers longer than the original one. Fang Zhilian was not in a hurry and followed it slowly.

While waiting for the green light in the middle of the intersection, he drove off for a while, thinking about it but not thinking about it, just in a daze.

Seeing that the light was still red, the next second, he heard a loud noise from behind, the car body vibrated violently for a moment, and Fang Zhilian slammed into the seat cushion uncontrollably. He was stunned for a few seconds before waking up: rear-end collision ?

The car in the back obviously didn't react just like him, but the green light had changed. Fang Zhilian couldn't block the back, so he had to yell at the car behind, "Go to the side of the road and check again", regardless of whether the other party heard it or not, he stood still. Passed the intersection.

The owner of the car probably heard it and followed behind.

Fang Zhilian parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine and got out of the car to check it again. The bumper was dented and the lampshade of the rear taillight was smashed.

The owner of the rear-end car also got out of the car. He was a cramped middle-aged man.Fang Zhilian looked at his car again, but for a moment he couldn't see where it was hit. After a closer look, he found that only the front of the car had scratched some paint.

"It's a coincidence that the light is changing," the middle-aged man pretended to sigh, "Fortunately, nothing happened."

Fang Zhilian sneered in his heart, but didn't answer.

Seeing that Fang Zhilian didn't answer, the middle-aged man rubbed his hands a little uneasy, glanced at Fang Zhilian's car again, remained silent for a moment, and asked tentatively: "It's so cold, or we'll be private? When you're done, go home early."

Fang Zhilian raised his eyes when he heard the words, and said, "Okay, why are you being private?"

Why is it private... The middle-aged man smiled: "It's no big deal if you just cultivate your own, no problem?"

"Okay." Fang Zhilian also felt that it was cold outside the station, and snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and soon disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

But the wet marks on the black coat couldn't be covered no matter what.

The middle-aged man looked happy.

"However," before Fang Zhilian could finish speaking, he opened the car door, "You will be fully responsible for running a red light and rear-ending, and the traffic police will punish you in the same way. If you are in a hurry to go home, you can go first, and I will report you a traffic accident hit-and-run ,is that OK?"

The middle-aged man's face changed from red to white, as if he hadn't expected such a thing to happen. He was about to say something, but Fang Zhilian was no longer interested in listening. He got into the driver's seat and sat down, and even wrapped a blanket over himself. Before turning on the phone, look for the number of the insurance company.

"Otherwise, I'll pay you three hundred." The middle-aged man was still standing outside the car, as if he had made up his mind, and said through gritted teeth, "It's winter, no one wants to have an accident, it's not easy for both of us..."

Fang Zhilian had already dialed the phone, and even though he heard the middle-aged man's chatter, he pretended not to hear it. He made a stop gesture, which meant that there was no room for negotiation: "You call the police first."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the other party's reaction, reported the license plate, and began to tell the insurance company the process and results of the accident. He vaguely heard a cold voice from outside.

"...The problem with the bumper is not serious. The tail light cover can be replaced alone. There is a repair shop nearby."

The fluttering final sound is like a heavy and sharp iron hook, or a fine net, slow but powerful, leaving Fang Zhilian nowhere to hide.

Then there was the voice of a middle-aged man. They were talking, but Fang Zhilian seemed to have fallen into a swamp of dizziness and couldn't hear clearly.

He lowered the window slowly.

The man was facing him sideways. From this angle, his face could not be seen clearly, only a gray windbreaker and an arm holding an umbrella were exposed.

The contrasting color of the night makes the forearm extraordinarily white, but it is not weak pale, but light blue meridians are looming.

Fang Zhilian looked down dully, and saw that hand with sharp bones holding the black umbrella handle, a bright white bead seemed to be embedded on the back of his exposed hand, inseparable, dazzled people's eyes for no reason.

no.

It was an ordinary thin black thread, which was not conspicuous, but it was tied with a most conspicuous white coral, which was strung by Fang Zhilian himself, so it was unmistakable.

Fang Zhilian wanted to stand up subconsciously, but he forgot that he was in a small space inside the car. Just as he straightened his upper body, he accidentally bumped into the headlights above his head.

The man was originally standing in the shadow of a telegraph pole behind him, unable to see clearly what was inside, when he heard a sudden sound, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Black hair and black eyes, the profile of the face and the jaw line are so beautiful that they are almost sharp, and the outline of the eyebrows and eyes is familiar yet unfamiliar.

He was very indifferent, his eyes were indifferent, his expression was cold, his whole body was covered with a thin layer of distance, like the last piece of ice on the lake in spring.

With just one glance, Fang Zhilian thought he was hallucinating again, but what was in front of him was clearly the vivid reality, and what fell on the bottom of his heart was the scorching pain, the minutiae that made love daunting.

The obsession in his life was stretched into eternity by memory, and became the back of an old tape that was idling, and was thrown into the bottomless deep sea.

Fang Zhilian stared at him blankly, and then spoke again after a while.

"Song Feijue."

The tide ebbs and flows, day after day, the current hits the reef and turns back.

The author says:

Recommend a song that is very suitable to listen to with the atmosphere of this chapter: "Credulous" by Frozen Water