desensitization therapy

The appearance of first frost means the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

Frost falls every year and the sky changes, and this year is no exception.Early in the morning, the Linchuan Meteorological Observatory issued a blue warning signal for cold waves, and the temperature dropped sharply compared to the previous two weeks.

Fang Zhilian went out in the morning and wore a one-piece school uniform. Before leaving the community, he was shivering from the cold, and reluctantly went back and put on a fleece jacket.

Sure enough, it was still warm in Pingyi.Fang Zhilian thought to himself, he tightened his furry coat, his mood was the same color as the coat he was wearing, it was dusty.

However, when Fang Zhilian discovered that Song Feijue was also wearing a dark gray coat, his gray mood turned into a colorful mood.

After eating in the cafeteria and returning to the classroom at noon, Fang Zhilian deliberately went to the small shop to buy a few boxes of white peach flavored Pocky.

He covered the hole in the table all afternoon, resolutely curbing Zhu Wen's imminent desire to stretch out a box of Pocky, waited until the last class bell rang, and ran away with the papers and the boxes of Pocky.

Perhaps it was because he had just recognized the different feelings for Song Feijue, Fang Zhilian was enlightened, but became more nervous than before, hesitating at the back door for a long time before sneaking in.

The last class of the experimental class was self-study, but it was temporarily requisitioned by Duan Jiayu.At this time, Jiayu had just finished speaking the papers, and was packing up the lecture notes on the podium to leave. When he saw a familiar face, he couldn't help but tease: "Fang Zhilian, it's really early, why do you usually come to the office to listen to my lectures?" Don't you see that you are so active?"

The students in the experimental class in the audience roared with laughter.

The psychological construction that Fang Zhilian had just built collapsed in an instant.

Song Feijue turned his face away to look at Fang Zhilian, with a thoughtful expression, but he didn't smile, but Fang Zhilian was embarrassed to meet his eyes.

"Be sure to be positive next time." The psychological suggestion seemed to be helpful, Fang Zhilian silently said three times that the top students are also of the same age, winked at Duan Jiayu, and handed over a box of Pocky, "Teacher Duan, please eat Pocky. "

Duan Jiayu didn't like this: "I don't accept bribes."

"It's not just about bribing you," Fang Zhilian said, tilting his head, and quickly distributed a few boxes of Pocky to each of the front row, "Please everyone eat Pocky."

It's okay, it's okay, Fang Zhilian only knew one person in the experimental class, and no one knew what it meant when he suddenly asked for a snack.But the free snacks are not free, and a few boys in the back row took the lead in grabbing and booing, creating a mess.

Duan Jiayu took the box of Pocky with a smile, without saying anything, and went back to the office with the handout and the thermos cup in his arms, while Fang Zhilian, who was left behind, sneaked into the side of Song Feijue with the last box in his arms.

"Here." Fang Zhilian pretended to be a treat, but actually wanted to give him alone.

Song Feijue didn't say thank you this time, but took it and put it into the table hole: "Do you like white peach flavor?"

Fang Zhilian shook his head: "I think you will like it."

Perhaps because he didn't speak to Song Feijue for a few days, Fang Zhilian looked at him in a daze and felt dizzy for no reason. "Other flavors are too sweet," he added.

As early as the first time we ate at that wonton shop together, Fang Zhilian noticed that Song Feijue didn't like sweet food, but sour food.

The girl wearing glasses at the front table turned her head slightly, as if her expression was a little puzzled. Fang Zhilian recognized that she was the girl who helped call Song Feijue. Just as she was about to say hello, the other party had already turned around.

In a few minutes, the class bell for evening self-study is about to ring.Fang Zhilian looked around and wanted to ask Song Feijue if there were any extra desks and chairs in his class, but Song Feijue pulled his wrist and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Fang Zhilian stood up blankly, only staring at Song Feijue's hand holding his wrist.

"The rooftop." Song Feijue said.

In fact, it was useless to ask. Fang Zhilian reckoned that even if Song Feijue wanted to hang himself, he would follow along obsessively, with a rope along the way.

For example, now, he smoothly attached the paper and the exercise book together like a rope.

They left together through the back door, and the classroom was still in a mess, mixed with chatter and noise.Fang Zhilian remembered the first time he came to the experimental class, the classroom was quiet, and now it is much more lively than then.

The girl wearing glasses at the table in front of Song Feijue finally turned her head, still looking out of the glass window on the door, Fang Zhilian waved her and greeted her as she wished.

The girl wearing glasses froze for a moment, showed a shy smile, and waved lightly at him.

The sun is setting and the moon is rising, and the wind in the evening is a bit cool.Fang Zhilian went back to work and put on his coat, and snatched the iTouch that Zhu Wenguan borrowed from him.

The rooftop is not as dark as Fang Zhilian imagined. It is much brighter with the incandescent lights of the library not far away and the light of the corridor.

Song Feijue was on business, so he first explained a key derivative question to Fang Zhilian, and let Fang Zhilian fill in the rest.

Fang Zhilian nodded, suddenly remembered the iTouch in his pocket, and asked, "Do you want to listen to music together?"

He clenched his pockets tightly, not as if he was waiting for a certain answer, but as if he was waiting for some wild beast, and his palms were wet.

As the cold evening wind blew, Fang Zhilian's shadow was bitten on the silver-white ground for a long time, and he heard Song Feijue say "yes".

Song Feijue untied the headphone cable.Fang Zhilian had never been good at untangling things, so the winding became tighter and tighter. Finally, Song Feijue picked it up, flicked it with his fingers a few times, and the headphone cable returned to its original state.

Fang Zhilian shared one earphone with Song Feijue, and put on the other by himself. There was a earphone cable that would break if pulled between them, only a few centimeters.

There are songs downloaded by Zhu Wen in the music library, but most of them are downloaded by Fang Zhilian.He turned the song monotonous into a random playback mode, and then concentrated on writing the title.

Except for the most difficult derivative question, Fang Zhilian wrote a paper slowly for four to ten minutes.

While waiting for Song Feijue to make corrections, Fang Zhilian cast his gaze into the distance.

The sky is not completely black, but closer to the dark blue underglaze color, with a corner of jade-white fan-shaped mother-of-pearl stone affixed to it, next to the towering Yucai Pagoda, is the moon.

The male voice in the earphones is still singing leisurely, the tune is not familiar.

Fang Zhilian was a little dazed when he heard the lyrics. He turned on the screen and realized that the name of the song was "Winter's Secret".

Winter is coming.

"Looking at the Yucai Pagoda?" Song Feijue had already finished his corrections and stood beside him.

No, Fang Zhilian wanted to say that he was looking at the moon, but the question turned into another question: "What happened to your leg?"

He had vaguely noticed from just now that Song Feijue's walking posture seemed to be different from usual.

"I had a physical test yesterday," Song Feijue casually bypassed the question, "Do you want to go to Yucai Pagoda?"

"No," Fang Zhilian shook his head, distracted by Song Feijue, "Have all the locals in Linchuan been to Yucai Pagoda? Is it fun inside?"

The Yucai Tower is more than [-] meters high. It is a landmark building for Linchuan, which is not too big or small. There are revolving restaurants and sky observation decks inside.Every time Tang Ting passed by and saw it, she would yell and want to go, but Yucai Pagoda is only open from June to September every year. When Cheng Lei thinks about it, the opening time has already passed.

Song Feijue said flatly, "It's nothing fun."

Fang Zhilian nodded blankly, he was not very interested in Yucai Pagoda itself, he just asked casually: "Am I wrong a lot?"

"Not much." Song Feijue turned around and handed him the paper.

Fang Zhilian took the paper and glanced at it. The wrong question was circled by Song Feijue, and a big question next to it also wrote the steps.

"Thank you." Fang Zhilian compared his own handwriting with Song Feijue's, and folded the paper carefully.

Song Feijue didn't say you're welcome, but spread out his palms: "Reward."

"What do you want..."

Fang Zhilian thought Song Feijue was asking for a reward, so he looked down helplessly, but saw a paper rose in his palm.

The reflection of the moon also fell on his palm, shining brightly on that white paper rose.

"Reward me?" Fang Zhilian felt dizzy again, paused for a moment, then he lightly touched the paper rose with his fingertips, and then managed to suppress the joy of wanting to jump up and hug Song Feijue, " mine!"

"Well," Song Feijue seemed to be smiling, "Your."

Since being caught by Duan Jiayu on the spot last time, Zhu Wenxue has behaved well. He waited until the first period of evening self-study was over before sneaking out to eat. He estimated the time and came back before the end of the second period.

When Zhu Wen came back, it happened that Duan Jiayu hadn't returned to the classroom yet. Zhu Wen sneakily closed the back door and returned to his seat with light steps. Before he could sit down, he suddenly tripped over a schoolbag lying across the aisle.

"Damn it!" Zhu Wen almost jumped forward and fell to the ground, and couldn't hold back his voice, "Fang Zhilian, what are you doing with your schoolbag on the ground!"

"I'm sorry." Fang Zhilian apologized without sincerity. He didn't even look at it. He picked up the schoolbag in the aisle with one hand and stuffed it behind his back, while the other hand was still hiding in the dark table hole.

He vacated the table hole, and piles of papers, schoolbags, and thermos cups were all emptied out.

Fang Zhilian stroked the paper rose hidden in the table hole, buried his face in his arms, and smiled sullenly.

No one knows that he has the most secret happiness in the world.

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