desensitization therapy

After returning home, the first thing Fang Zhilian did was to turn on the mobile phone he brought back from the repair shop, and search the Internet: what is the reason why he is not used to physical contact.

The answers popped up by the search engine are varied, such as cleanliness, obsessive-compulsive neurosis, nervousness...

Fang Zhilian looked at them one by one, and felt that all of them made sense, and none of them seemed alike.

He began to think carefully, the first time he met Song Feijue's outstretched hand in the alley, and the time in the water room, Song Feijue raised his hand to remind him that his collar was tucked in. Hate physical contact.

After much deliberation, Fang Zhilian long-pressed the delete button to delete the line of words, and then changed to a longer search: I am not used to other people touching me physically, but why can I touch others?

This time the scope of the search was even smaller. Fang Zhilian scrolled down two pages to the end, and most of the content contained meaningless answers.

A question for help caught Fang Zhilian's attention.

The questioner was similar to his question, and wrote in more detail, clearly pointing out that he can actively touch others, but he would feel unconsciously annoyed and resistant to the touch from others, which led to problems in normal social interaction.

There is only one unaccepted answer at the bottom: Hahaha, does the subject of the question have a hidden S-shaking attribute, and the habit occupies a dominant position.

This answer has two upvotes.

Fang Zhilian also joined in the fun and clicked a like, and then pressed the enter key to search the Internet: what is Shaking S.

The search results opened up Fang Zhilian to a new world.

After the National Day holiday, when we went to school on Tuesday, the dean announced an important announcement on the radio: Regardless of day students or boarding students, starting from this week, collective senior high school students will extend their self-study to the second period and end school.

"Damn it!" Zhu Wen thumped the table in dissatisfaction, and yelled at the radio, "I only have a day off for National Day, and I have to study at night on weekdays. No. 21 middle school, you don't care!"

You Li rarely echoed: "Not only does she have no heart, she also has no humanity."

The two scolded No. [-] Middle School bloody, Zhu Wen was still not satisfied, and leaned over half of his body to find the approval of his revolutionary comrades, only to see Fang Zhilian tapping his knuckles with a pen .

His knuckles were flushed red, and he continued to tap at an unhurried frequency as if he was unconscious.

Zhu Wen was surprised: "What are you doing?"

"Test whether I have the potential to be a Shaking M," Fang Zhilian said, "but it doesn't seem to be."

"What the hell..." Zhu Wen didn't understand, and glanced at Fang Zhilian's red knuckles from the inside out, his face twitched, "I'll call the Fourth Hospital of Medical University, and I can send you away."

"With such little red marks, I still need to go to the hospital."

"Look, don't you understand? The Fourth Hospital of Medical University is a mental hospital."

"..."

Fang Zhilian finally stopped knocking and turned his head aside, not bothering to talk to Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen, this person is the more people ignore him, the more energetic he becomes. After a get out of class, he figured it out, and took the initiative to join him again.

"I thought about it for a while, and it's barely feasible to do self-study last night," Zhu Wen analyzed joyfully, "It's just a matter of time to go to the back street to eat barbecue during the evening self-study, and then sneak back after eating to pack my schoolbag and leave school. It's perfect."

The so-called sneaking out is nothing more than climbing over the wall.

Although it was a bit strenuous, there were a lot of binding ropes under the wall of the grove, and brave boys could step on it and turn over.

Fang Zhilian lacked interest. He had a poor physique when he was young, and he had no athletic ability to speak of, but he didn't want to admit that he couldn't make it over, so he had to make an excuse.

"Go for yourself," Fang Zhilian pretended to open the exercise book, "I love studying and I don't have time."

Zhu Wen was very active in matters unrelated to study. As soon as the class bell rang, he slipped out before Duan Jiayu returned to class.

Losing a meal partner, Fang Zhilian had no choice but to go to dinner by himself, just as he was about to go downstairs after leaving the classroom, after a second thought, he turned around and went upstairs again.

He walked to the door of the experimental class with ease, and as expected, Song Feijue was still sitting in his seat.

Three or two people happened to come out of the front door. Fang Zhilian asked a girl wearing glasses to call Song Feijue for help.

Through the glass panel on the back door, Fang Zhilian saw the girl in glasses lower her head and say something to Song Feijue, then pointed to the back door.

Song Feijue looked up as if telepathically, and the moment his eyes crossed, he smiled lightly.

Fang Zhilian took a step back, leaning against the wall and waiting for Song Feijue to come out.

Song Feijue didn't keep him waiting too long. When he came out, Fang Zhilian was pinching his fingers to play. When he looked up and saw Song Feijue approaching, he immediately turned his back and said, "I treat you to dinner!"

As if he was afraid that Song Feijue would refuse.

"Okay," Song Feijue paused, "Let's go to the back street."

In one day, the suggestion to go to the back street came up twice, but this time Fang Zhilian said "yes" without hesitation.

There is a beautiful road in No. [-] Middle School, which extends from the left side of the teaching building of the third year of high school to the wall beside the grove.

When the weather is good, the sunlight passes through the gaps in the trees and casts down evenly, and the smell of the sun-dried grass is clean and full.

It just so happens that today is a fine day.

But Fang Zhilian was not in the mood to appreciate it, all his attention was focused on the red brick wall: "How to climb?"

Song Feijue stepped on the rope, but before Fang Zhilian could see it clearly, Song Feijue had easily turned over.

"Is this really the first time you have climbed over the wall?" He was a little unbelievable.

"real."

Fang Zhilian didn't dare to imitate Song Feijue, so he added a few bundles of ropes before he climbed up. However, when he stood tremblingly on the wall, he realized what it means to drive ducks to the shelves——

Can't do it.

"I don't seem to be able to jump down." Fang Zhilian didn't dare to look down, tried to squat down slowly, and slid down a slide, but was stopped by Song Feijue.

"Don't slip, it will scratch your back."

"I dare not dance..."

"Let's go down," Song Feijue promised patiently, "I'll follow you."

Fang Zhilian felt that he might have been drugged with ecstasy, otherwise how could he explain it, he just jumped down without thinking.

Song Feijue did what he said, almost at the moment he jumped down, he took a step forward.

The second he fell, Fang Zhilian felt as if he had turned into a fluffy feather, and all his sensory systems had failed.Until he landed firmly on the ground, under the action of inertial force, he uncontrollably staggered two steps forward and fell into a soft embrace.

The beating of the heart before it can contract in time is like the wrong band of an old radio, real and powerful.

Fang Zhilian was so confused that he forgot to count how many seconds Song Feijue hadn't pushed him away. The voice in his ear was too noisy, disturbing him.

In the next second, Fang Zhilian's gaze, which had no place to rest, crossed the narrow street, and landed on the plastic table outside the small barbecue shop across the street.

Across the street, Zhu Wen opened his mouth and held a bunch of grilled squid in his hand, as if someone had pressed the pause button. It was a bit funny and made people laugh.

But Fang Zhilian couldn't laugh.

Finally, the button to continue playing the still picture was pressed, and the grilled squid that Zhu Wen was holding fell on the table.

pat.

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