desensitization therapy

When the night falls, the street lamps and car lights outside the window shine brightly together, like a slowly flowing river of mercury lamps, silently seeping into the cracks of the night.

Fang Zhilian's mind was not on the paper, and he couldn't sit still. When writing a question, he couldn't help but look up at the book turned upside down at the corner of the table.

After hesitating for a while, he turned over two pages and took a closer look. On the next page of the title page, there were two rows of black characters vertically:

A handsome boy is waving to you.

Fang Zhilian's expression changed unpredictably, and with a snap, he flipped the book upside down again.

On the lunch break the next day, on the way back to the classroom from the cafeteria, Zhu Wen furtively pulled Fang Zhilian to a corner, pretending to be mysterious: "Do you know what I heard this morning?"

"What?" Fang Zhilian yawned without any disturbance.

Zhu Wen turned his head and looked around to make sure it was safe, before lowering his voice: "Tao Jiaqi is not in a bad mood because of the exam, but because she was rejected when she confessed to Song Feijue."

Fang Zhilian had already made a good guess: "How do you know?"

"It seems that someone saw it. Those girls said so, and the whole grade should know." Although Zhu Wen is not serious at ordinary times, he was quite unanimous in the critical moment, "But I think Tao Jiaqi is in a good mood today, so I probably don't care. After all, Tao Jiaqi is pretty, and rejecting her is 100% Song Feijue's loss."

Fang Zhilian ignored Zhu Wen's words and continued to walk forward: "Don't mention this."

"I just told you," Zhu Wen followed up, "Oh yes, and after class, they thought I fell asleep and whispered there."

"What whisper?"

"You Li said that Tao Jiaqi didn't call it liking at all, but a baby bird complex. It was because Song Feijue appeared by accident and helped her that he thought it was liking. I think it's about the same."

"What did Tao Jiaqi say?"

"I'll deny it. She said Song Feijue is very good, and Yuli said it's okay to reject you? Tao Jiaqi said that Song Feijue just doesn't like her, but he is still very good... Hey, I think she was rejected by Song Feijue." Jue poured the ecstasy, and after a while he woke up."

Fang Zhilian thought to himself, there might be more than one person who was given ecstasy, Zhu Wen would be heartbroken if he knew.

Just like what he thought, Song Feijue even refused people gently, and in the end he was able to win over the rejected people.

As soon as I entered the classroom, this topic was naturally uncovered.

Tao Jiaqi cried a lot yesterday, probably completely vented, and today he is in a much better state. When he came to the back row to look for You Li, he brought soda biscuits and asked them if they wanted to eat.

Zhu Wen was flattered and took half of the bag, and went straight to clasping fists at him.

Fang Zhilian didn't eat. He read half the book last night, and now he was a little drowsy. He stared at Zhu Wen, and suddenly thought of the content of that book.

"Zhu Wen," Fang Zhilian hesitated for two seconds, but decided to find a mouse to verify, "Can I borrow a pen?"

Zhu Wen didn't even raise his eyelids: "No, don't you have a bunch of pens, I just brought one and you still robbed me."

Not this one, next one.Fang Zhilian carried over the moves from the book as they were, and showed a self-conscious smile: "Let me show you the palmistry, I'm very experienced."

"...No need."

Fang Zhilian used the trump card in the book: "Your shoulders are so broad."

Zhu Wen finally looked at him, but the expression on his face was extremely incomprehensible: "Want to go to the Fourth Hospital of Medical University again?"

never mind.Fang Zhilian turned his face away, thinking blankly, the little white mouse must have found the wrong one.

In the final analysis, Zhu Wen did not meet the standard of a handsome boy.

In the evening self-study, Zhu Wen sneaked out of the school as usual, and what he recited was that Duan Jiayu, the class teacher, was watching the self-study at night.

Zhu Wen didn't come back until the evening self-study was over.

Fang Zhilian watched Duan Jiayu sit in Zhu Wen's seat and waited for the rabbit. As soon as he left the classroom, he immediately sent a WeChat message asking him to ask for blessings.

People came out one after another in the corridor. Fang Zhilian estimated the time, dawdling at the stairs, and finally waited until Song Feijue came downstairs with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

Winter school uniforms are really ordinary, even worse than the summer POLO stand-up collar shirt with navy blue trousers, baggy and baggy.Fang Zhilian is not tall and has a slender frame. With a cardboard body, even if he rolls up his sleeves and trousers, he still looks lazy in school uniform.

But Song Feijue was different. He was tall and long-legged, thin but not too thin, and he could always look tall and handsome in ordinary school uniforms.

"Your shoulders are so broad." Fang Zhilian took the opportunity to attack.

"Thank you." Song Feijue accepted the compliment calmly.

This is the real handsome boy, Fang Zhilian solemnly made a note in his heart, and marked it with a wavy line: initial results.

There is a new milk tea shop outside the school gate. It is said that in addition to the signature drinks, fried ice is also good.

Fang Zhilian bought a bowl of watermelon fried ice, and while waiting, he talked with Song Feijue about the plot of last week's movie.

For no reason, Fang Zhilian always felt that his relationship with Song Feijue had gotten a little closer after watching the movie.It's a pity that he has no confidence in how much this point is. After all, the relationship between people cannot be accurately measured with a ruler.

It was already a bit cold in Linchuan in mid-October, and Fang Zhilian shivered as soon as he got the fried ice before he got it. Song Feijue noticed it and handed him a napkin to put under it.

"There are still fried ice sellers now. I haven't seen them in Pingyi for many years." Fang Zhilian put the fried ice bowl on his back and sighed, "If this year is really the end of the world, it won't be a pity to eat fried ice .”

The Mayan civilization predicted that 2012 will be the end of the world, and the earth will enter a new era after the destruction of the earth. It will be less than two months before the end of 2012.

"Maybe because you bought a bowl of fried ice, you have avoided the prophecy of the end of the world." Song Feijue said calmly.

"Ah?" Fang Zhilian didn't understand the causal relationship.

"Suppose that every time you make a choice, the universe will branch into a parallel time and space. If you choose to buy fried ice, choose not to buy, choose to go up, choose to go down, there will be different variables," Song Feijue said casually Nonsense, "Now, we have traveled to another parallel time and space, and maybe this time and space does not have the end of the world."

Fang Zhilian was unconsciously drawn in by him, and blinked blankly: "Then if I choose to go down, what if I don't buy fried ice?"

"We will meet at the school gate," Song Feijue pulled out a plastic spoon for Fang Zhilian, "because the earth in parallel time and space is also round."

For a moment, Fang Zhilian's heart rate almost stopped, like a neutron star that was working well suddenly circled the black hole and made himself dizzy, and hit the earth with a bang.He began to wonder whether Song Feijue had seen him dawdling at the entrance of the corridor.

He took the plastic spoon and looked up at Song Feijue's indifferent expression.

"Why do your words sound like riddles?" Fang Zhilian couldn't help asking after walking out of the milk tea shop.

Song Feijue turned his head sideways, looking directly at Fang Zhilian intentionally or unintentionally.His eyelashes are very long, and when he looks down at people, he looks condescending.

"Because I have all the answers," he said.

Fang Zhilian wanted to say something, but was at a loss for words. When he pushed open the glass door of the milk tea shop, he saw a black Bentley parked along the street.

The windows of the Bentley's rear seat were slightly lowered by half, revealing a little bit of scarlet jumping flames and the profile of a handsome middle-aged man.

As if sensing someone's gaze, the middle-aged man extinguished his cigarette and lowered the car window.

"Is that your father?" Fang Zhilian asked in a low voice.

But Song Feijue didn't seem to have any intention of answering.

The first time he saw the middle-aged man's face, Fang Zhilian was sure that he was Song Feijue's father.

In all fairness, the middle-aged man in front of me is four to five points alike to Song Feijue, but Song Feijue's brows and eyes are sharp and indifferent and beautiful, and when his face is expressionless, it makes people frightened.On the other hand, the middle-aged man's outline is blunt, and his facial features are handsome and elegant. Even if he doesn't smile, he looks gentle.

"I'm Song Yuming, Xiaojue's father." The other party didn't act arrogantly because the person standing in front of him was a high school student. Instead, he introduced himself politely before turning to ask Song Feijue, "Xiaojue Jue, don't you want to introduce your classmate?"

Song Feijue didn't speak.

Song Yuming narrowed his eyes, and repeated with a calm expression: "Xiao Jue."

From this angle, Fang Zhilian couldn't see Song Feijue's expression clearly, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable nervousness, and quickly broke the silence, saying hello, "Hi uncle, I'm Song Feijue's classmate in the next class."

Song Yuming didn't answer, Fang Zhilian saw his fingers tap on the car window twice, and then replied slowly: "Hello."

The driver in the front seat never looked back, nor did he intend to intervene, and sat in his original position strictly.

"Aren't you coming up yet?" Seeing Song Feijue's delay in responding, Song Yuming reminded him.

A wordless sense of tension surrounded Fang Zhilian's body. Fortunately, Song Feijue didn't stay silent for too long this time. He opened the passenger door and sat in.

"Goodbye, uncle." Fang Zhilian belatedly said goodbye to Song Yuming, and then shook his hand at Song Feijue who was not looking this way.For some reason, he didn't remember that he had seen Song Yuming, and he was clearly familiar with the name.

"Goodbye." Song Yuming smiled at him, and then slowly closed the window.

The black Bentley started up again and slipped into the darkness again.

The street scene outside the car window changed from familiar streets and alleys, uneven tall and short buildings to rows of blurred and mottled identical tree shadows.Surrounded by silence, the car drove onto the flat and wide expressway, and there was a lengthy darkness ahead that seemed endless.

Song Yuming loosened his tie, casually leaned against the headrest behind him, and stared at Song Feijue from the rearview mirror.After a long time, he chuckled lightly, but the words he spit out were like soft knives quenched by poison.

"An unfamiliar dog."

The author says:

"But why are your words always like riddles?"

"Because I have all the answers."

From the dialogue with the snake in The Little Prince.