desensitization therapy

Fang Zhilian had thought about the scene of reuniting with Song Feijue many times.

I thought about it when I passed the familiar street corner, and I also thought about it when I returned to the alley of the school. Those moments when speeding past reminded him of Song Feijue were not even comparable to the present moment.

The four eyes met, one was calm and indifferent, and the other was stunned.

Fang Zhilian's heart seemed to be the heaviest shot put, and he could only keep falling. The opening line of the conversation he had planned a long time ago also sank completely.

A few seconds, or more than ten seconds, almost following instinct, Fang Zhilian opened the car door and stood up.

Song Feijue's eyes were dark, he closed his eyebrows and staggered his eyes, and spoke lightly: "Long time no see."

It is too far-fetched to say that this scene is a confrontation, and it is too absurd to say that it is a reminiscence.

Fang Zhilian wanted to cough again, and the cold wind made his internal organs itch.His hands were behind his back, his right hand was unnoticed covering his left wrist, trembling slightly.

He thought that at least Tao Jiaqi was right in one sentence.

Linchuan is indeed very small.

The middle-aged man was also stunned for two seconds, and instead chose to ask Fang Zhilian: "Do you know each other?"

Fang Zhilian didn't answer, he was silent for a moment, and he didn't come back to himself until the middle-aged man called him cautiously again, he asked without thinking: "Alipay or WeChat?"

This time it was the turn of the middle-aged man who didn't react: "What?"

"Privately solve it." Fang Zhilian said the first half of the sentence to him, but his eyes were always on Song Feijue, "Can you take me to the nearby repair shop?"

Until the moment he got into the co-pilot, Fang Zhilian still didn't feel it.

Five minutes ago, after seeing off the middle-aged man's car, Song Feijue was the first to break the silence: "Let's go?"

Fang Zhilian wanted to say "yes", but when he lowered his eyes, he changed his words again: "I don't know the road around here, you can drive."

Whether it's because he doesn't know the way, or the stress reaction after a rear-end collision, it's nothing more than normal.

But Fang Zhilian was always suspicious. He felt that Song Feijue had already seen what he wanted to cover up, or earlier, from the high-sounding "settlement in private", his intentions had been clearly revealed.

Song Feijue didn't refuse, he sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.

Fang Zhilian also slowly got into the passenger seat. The alternating temperature made his head swell and his consciousness became more and more confused.

The thin black line with the white coral falling into Fang Zhilian's sight again, Song Feijue didn't seem to mind being seen by him.

Why are you still wearing a bracelet from eight years ago?Fang Zhilian wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't.

This sentence was like a merciless slap in the face, and it was never Song Feijue who was reminded all the time, but him.

Fang Zhilian began to recall those fragmentary fragments. That night in Linyu Island eight years ago, the rainstorm weather was opportunely dim, and the rumbling thunder and lightning fabricated the illusion of separation.They hid in the small hotel with no lights on and kissed in the dark. He tied the bracelet around Song Feijue's wrist and tied knots one after another. The sound of rain in the dream and outside the dream was one.

That's all I can think of.

Fang Zhilian pulled down his sleeves to cover the string of beads in his hand.

how are you recently?This polite reunion of old lovers does not apply to him and Song Feijue.

How could he live well? Just thinking about it, Fang Zhilian couldn't even utter a word, as if someone cut his throat with scissors, and he started coughing, which was uncontrollable, wishing he could cough up even the lobes of his lungs.

It was Song Feijue who said, "Will you turn on the warm air?"

His voice was cold and calm, without any ups and downs.

"No need." Fang Zhilian turned his head in embarrassment. He covered his lips with his hands, trying to cover up the endless coughing, but the voice of explanation became more indistinct. "It'll be there later."

Song Feijue was noncommittal, turned the steering wheel with one hand and turned left to cross the intersection, and turned on the humidifier with the other hand.

The humidifier sprayed out a diffuse white mist, gurgling.

Fang Zhilian endured the itching in his throat, and said another way: "These two years, how are you?"

"It's okay." Song Feijue looked straight ahead without changing his face.

Fang Zhilian didn't know what to say again, he lowered his head and stared at the corner of his coat.Song Feijue's indifference made him feel powerless, whether he loved it or hated it, at least it was a deep imprint left by his memory, and he shouldn't just expose it lightly.

However, however.

Fang Zhilian hesitated for a moment, before asking: "What are you doing now..."

"Chetuo?" The three words came to his lips, but he couldn't utter them. Before he could change them into a more suitable word, Song Feijue turned his face away, and put one hand on the back of the driver's seat. , turned half of the body to look behind.

"Here we are," he said.

Fang Zhilian's words were interrupted.

Song Feijue had already pushed the car away, and almost at the same time he opened the door, Fang Zhilian saw a young boy running over in three steps and two steps: "Brother Song!"

When he got closer, Fang Zhilian could see his face clearly.The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. His face was full of vigor and vitality. His hair was highlighted dark green with black hair interspersed, which was very eye-catching.

Seventeen or eighteen years old.

Fang Zhilian stared blankly at himself in the glass mirror of the front car, but after only looking at it for two seconds, he looked away and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Feijue was talking to the boy, and Fang Zhilian heard him call the boy "A Rui".

The boy named Ah Rui nodded frequently and snapped his fingers: "No problem."

He walked around to Fang Zhilian's car window, and called him very familiarly: "Brother! You go in first, it's warm inside, and I'll check the car for you."

Fang Zhilian was still sitting in the co-pilot in a daze. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly approached him, and subconsciously shrank back.

Seeing that Fang Zhilian ignored him, A Rui touched the hair on the top of his head in embarrassment, and took a step back.

Song Feijue also opened his umbrella and came over. He opened the car door, and Fang Zhilian reacted belatedly, said "I'm sorry" to Ah Rui, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car in a hurry.

When he stood up, Fang Zhilian's forehead accidentally brushed against Song Feijue's palm, he paused, and felt that Song Feijue let go of his hand resting on the car frame naturally.

They were very close, so close that Fang Zhilian could smell Song Feijue's scent, like the smell of mint leaves mixed with the clear breath of Xuerong, faintly present.

The smell travels through a long timeline, pulling him back to his original memory.

Ah Rui was checking outside, so Song Feijue took Fang Zhilian into the car factory first. He seemed to be familiar with this place, so he dug out two bottles of mineral water: "Drink?"

Fang Zhilian shook his head.

The empty garage is not very warm, and the half-dark incandescent lights are flickering, giving the worn-out parts and equipment a layer of narrative color from old photos.

The only long rattan chair he could sit on was piled up, and Song Feijue casually leaned against the mottled white wall, unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water. half of the face.

Fang Zhilian looked at him quietly, the figure in front of him gradually overlapped with the one in his memory.

It's the same, it's different.

After a while, Ah Rui also came in. He smiled generously at Fang Zhilian, and leaned next to Song Feijue covering his down jacket. His voice was not loud, and Fang Zhilian couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Song Feijue only listened to a few sentences, then interrupted Ah Rui, and looked up at Fang Zhilian: "Just talk to him directly."

"Oh." Ah Rui was a little surprised, but he took a look at Fang Zhilian and didn't say anything. He leaned over and deftly moved the piles of debris on the wicker chair to the side, motioning Fang Zhilian to sit down, "Brother, Let me tell you about the car."

"Your problem is not serious. We will replace the tail light assembly for you, but the rear bumper needs to be dismantled and replaced with a new one for repainting. The total cost is estimated to be [-] yuan—" Ah Rui stretched out his voice. He glanced at Song Feijue emotionally, "But you are Brother Song's friend, don't worry, I definitely can't cheat you. I will try my best to keep the price down, and I will give you the cost price when the time comes."

I don't know how much water is in the second half of the sentence, but Fang Zhilian doesn't care, he nodded, and finally regained his sanity: "Then thank you."

Ah Rui did his best on the surface: "Brother, you are polite, Song Ge's friends are my friends."

friend?Fang Zhilian wanted to laugh, and pulled the corner of his mouth, but only showed a neither embarrassing nor awkward expression.

"How long will it take to bring it up?" Song Feijue who had been silent all this time asked suddenly.

Ah Rui thought for a while: "It will probably be years later. By the way, brother, I will leave your phone number and I will call you when it is repaired."

Fang Zhilian read the number once, A Rui wrote it down, and called him again: "My name is Xu Chengrui, you can call me A Rui just like Brother Song."

The snow outside has not diminished, much thicker than when it first fell.

A Rui sent Fang Zhilian to the door, looked up at the sky, and then remembered and sighed: "It's hard to take a taxi in this snow, brother, how are you going?"

Fang Zhilian said: "I live not far from here, just walk back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Feijue, who was leaning aside with folded arms, handed over an umbrella, which was the long black umbrella he had just supported.

Fang Zhilian was only stunned for a second, and then took it.

There is a piece of ice cold within reach.

Strangely, Fang Zhilian looked at the umbrella, but remembered a very irrelevant scene.

It was a random physical examination in the last semester of the third year of high school. Zhu Wen had just finished running 1000 meters, and was so tired that he leaned on the mat and collapsed on the ground.

"Straighten your back!" Fang Zhilian asked for trouble.

"Just finished running a thousand!" Zhu Wen was very angry, "Look who can stand upright!"

Fang Zhilian said confidently, "Yes."

In the next second, Fang Zhilian and Zhu Wen turned their heads at the same time, looking at Song Feijue in the distance.

Song Feijue was talking to a girl delivering water, with only half of his face showing. He was slender and tall, and he didn't show the slightest fatigue from the sprint just now.

He seems to be like this all the time, Fang Zhilian thought inexplicably, who is spotless, flawless, and won't bend down for anyone, Song Feijue can't be AI, right?

There was a moment of silence.

Fang Zhilian said, "He's never been like that."

Zhu Wen said: "Damn, there is a girl who delivers water. It's so good to be handsome."

As if aware of Fang Zhilian's probing gaze, Song Feijue raised his eyes casually. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Fang Zhilian looked away first.

"Umbrella...how can I return it to you?" Fang Zhilian asked, knowing that this was not what he wanted to ask.

Before Song Feijue could answer, Ah Rui said first, "It's okay, bro, just pick up the car and bring it with you when the time comes, don't make a special trip, it's troublesome."

Fang Zhilian took a deep breath. In some respects, he felt that Zhu Wen and Ah Rui had something in common.But after thinking about it, he felt that it was more funny to hide himself.

Song Feijue didn't answer, he leaned against the plastic roller blind, silent with a special meaning.

A Rui shouted: "Brother, come and play when you have time!"

Fang Zhilian opened the umbrella, and the coolness of the copper umbrella spread to his fingertips. Instead of saying goodbye to Song Feijue solemnly, he waved his hand speciously, then turned and left.

The shoes creaked and creaked when they stepped on the soft and flat snow layer, and the biting and silent wind engulfed the snow particles and covered them aimlessly.

Until a grain of snow fell on the tip of his nose.

Fang Zhilian stopped in his tracks. He turned his head slowly and saw Song Feijue standing still in the distance.

Fortunately, he didn't look over.

Ah Rui stood beside him, seeming to be talking about something, he took out a pack of cigarettes while gesticulating, and handed one to Song Feijue.

Song Feijue just listened quietly. He lowered his eyes, biting the unlit cigarette in his mouth, playing with a lighter in his hand, flickering.

The silent night fainted slowly and reverently behind him.

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