desensitization therapy

Fang Zhilian played a kind of flower cards, the rules are very simple.First, according to the point ratio of the flower card representing the month, then the dealer with the smaller month will play the first card, and the two sides will take turns to play the card each round, and successfully score points by pairing with the table-top cards until all the cards are played.

Playing flower cards does not require much skill. The key to winning is luck, and psychological tactics account for the other half.

It's a pity that Fang Zhilian's card luck is too bad, and he can't play psychological tactics. Every time he gets a dark card, others can know a thing or two about the card by looking at his expression.

For example, now, when Fang Zhilian said that sentence, it was as if all the cards in his hand were clearly listed on the poker table, and the winners and losers were already clearly revealed.

The moment he said it, Fang Zhilian's palms that were tightly clenched due to nervousness loosened instead.He took a deep breath, and there was only one voice in his heart.

That is, what should come has finally come.

From the time when Fang Zhilian realized that he was interested in Song Feijue, and then he became indecisive and played "Winter's Secret" on a loop all night under the covers.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, or just a few seconds, the time was infinitely prolonged by the wait, and Song Feijue said, "Sorry, I'm not gay."

A taxi passed by at a distant intersection, honked its horn, and made a short hum, giving Fang Zhilian time to buffer.

"Hic—" Unexpectedly, Fang Zhilian hiccupped at an untimely moment, choking up the drafts that had gone through in his mind, "I, I'm not gay either."

Fang Zhilian didn't know that the next sentence would become a bad sentence in a few years, at least at this moment he was sincere: "I only like you."

After he finished speaking, Song Feijue paused for a rare moment and did not answer.

This time Fang Zhilian decided to finish what he needed to say before the next hiccup came, but the confession was a temporary idea, and the rejection was a certainty.

"I know it's a bit abrupt, but you might consider giving it a try."

"No one is born gay, but some people try to know they are not. No, it's the other way around..."

Having nothing to say, Fang Zhilian began to count his own advantages one by one, and he couldn't count them with two hands, not even being picky eaters and being able to endure hardships and stand hard work.

"Anyway, hiccup..." Fang Zhilian finally couldn't make it up anymore, and concluded bravely, "Everything is good, it's not as good as me."

There was silence for a while, and there was no movement on the other side.

Fang Zhilian hesitated for a long time, raised his head anxiously, and saw Song Feijue tilting his head, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Don't eat green onions." Song Feijue raised an index finger.His fingers were well-jointed and slender, and his wrist bones were well-shaped, so beautiful that Fang Zhilian couldn't take his eyes off him.

"ginger."

"garlic."

"coriander."

Every time Song Feijue mentioned one, he casually raised a finger.

"By the way, there is no spicy food." He seemed to remember something, raised his last finger, then looked at Fang Zhilian with a smile that was not a smile, and repeated, "Aren't you picky eaters?"

Fang Zhilian lost more than half of his three souls and seven souls when Song Feijue gave him such a light look. He stared blankly at his smooth and white palm, and an incredible thought came to his mind.

If only he was a stray puppy.Fang Zhilian thought that when they met by chance, he could rub the wet tip of his nose against Song Feijue's palm, or he could lower his head deeply and bury the back of his fluffy head into Song Feijue's palm.

It's a pity that Fang Zhilian is not a puppy, and Song Feijue doesn't seem like a kind person who would take the initiative to touch the head of a stray puppy.

Song Feijue is that kind, he seems to like to see a gray-faced puppy because he looks dazed when he says a word, but when he really sees it, he will mercilessly withdraw his hand, pat the dust on his clothes and walk away .

"I don't have to..." Fang Zhilian hesitated to speak.

"Sorry," Song Feijue suppressed his smile, "We can continue to be friends."

When he said the word "friend", he seemed to stutter slightly, just like the noon broadcast at noon in the school, occasionally the sound stuttered due to the signal.

The puppy who was not touched on the head and was still immersed in sadness would not notice this, and even hiccupped again.

Song Feijue has his own set of rules.

When being confessed, he showed an apologetic smile when he should smile, and proposed to continue to be friends when he had already rejected the other party's sadness. Although the other party may be the first time he met in his impression, Song Feijue has become quite proficient in using this neutral word.

Usually the next step is to put on the smile again. Unlike the previous smile, this time you only need to raise a slight arc and look directly at the other person, which will appear more sincere.

Then Fang Zhilian interrupted the next step.

"Then can I chase you?" Fang Zhilian raised his head abruptly, he was no longer as disgraced as before, his eyes were very bright, "I want to chase you!"

Song Feijue showed a strange expression that Fang Zhilian couldn't understand.

It is still under control, but also unexpected.

However, in the next second, Song Feijue's expression returned to normal.

"can."

Song Feijue replied flatly, turned his face, and said to Fang Zhilian in a relaxed tone, "But it's best not to."

Until he dawdled and was about to get home, Fang Zhilian still didn't understand what Song Feijue's words meant.

Yes, but better not, why not?What if?

Can't help but think.

Fang Zhilian thought endlessly, Song Feijue was like a complicated jigsaw puzzle, maybe 214 pieces, maybe 216 pieces.And he just happened to pick up a piece of it.

Ambiguous outlines, specious reveries.Song Feijue always likes to throw out a charming gap, let Fang Zhilian face the only piece of the jigsaw puzzle, and dreamily try to piece together the whole picture.

From the bus station to Jiahui, you pass the entrance of the private kindergarten. The wires of the power station are full of birds returning to their nests. On one street, there are small refrigerator carts selling Yakult and a small newsstand like a green mailbox.

Compared with the bustling city center of Linchuan, this place is more like an unfading relic belonging to the old city.

Fang Zhilian acted boldly when he took the yogurt from the freezer, but became cautious again when he reached the checkout window.

"Eight, nine, ten...a total of ten bottles, do you see it right?"

"Yes," the aunt at the checkout counted twice, and didn't ask what to buy so much, just collected the money, "Do you want a bag?"

Fang Zhilian refused, and struggled to push the glass bottles out one by one.

Two neat rows of glass yogurt bottles were placed outside the checkout window, and the auntie at the checkout gave him a sideways glance, not thinking that he blocked her view, and picked up the melon seeds while watching the fun.

Fang Zhilian unscrewed a bottle cap and touched the front glass bottle by himself.

The glass bottle collided and made a loud bang, Fang Zhilian ignored it, and raised his head to fill a bottle of yogurt.

The aunt who paid the bill watched him finish filling a bottle, and at the same time, she did not forget to ask enthusiastically, "Little classmate, can I give you a straw?"

The old-fashioned glass bottle of yogurt was thick and sticky, and Fang Zhilian wanted to burp even more after drinking it.He waved his hand and said no, no, but suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the neatly arranged yogurt bottles and sent it to Zhu Wen.

There is also a sentence: use wine to dissipate sorrow and sorrow,

I hope that the news will be answered quickly, but I really don't have much insight: where is the wine?

Fang Zhilian was too lazy to talk to Zhu Wen, so he unscrewed two bottles of Gulu Gulu and poured them down, thinking to himself: Marrying a wife in ancient times required eight big sedan chairs, and he could confess his love so casually, Song Feijue definitely couldn't do it casually. Accept it casually.

But the mood is still not good.

After the self-guided strategy, he saw that there were still seven bottles of yogurt, and Fang Zhilian felt even more melancholy—he couldn't drink anymore.

He thought in his heart whether to ask the cashier for a bag again, but the cashier was one step ahead of him, reached out and picked up the two unscrewed bottle caps, and said with a beaming smile, "You've won the lottery."

"There is still a prize?" Fang Zhilian looked closer in confusion, only to find four small characters printed on the bottle cap:

Another bottle.

It was too late to stop, the checkout aunt had already taken back two bottle caps, and took two more bottles of yogurt and handed them out of the checkout window: "Little students, just drink it."

"..." Fang Zhilian didn't want to drink anymore.

After barely finishing two more bottles of yogurt, Fang Zhilian looked at the bottle caps with a wrinkled face, and it turned out that both bottles won the prize again.

This time, he was faster than the checkout aunt, clasped his palms, spread out the two bottle caps, and handed them to the checkout aunt with a sincere face: "Auntie, these two are for you, I wish you good luck in getting another bottle. "

The aunt who paid the bill was taken aback, didn't think much, and took it with a smile: "Then thank you, little classmate."

"Auntie, you're being polite." Fang Zhilian finally took the opportunity to say what he had been wanting to say, "Can you give me a plastic bag?"

On the way home, Fang Zhilian walked home with a big bag of yogurt, and the glass bottles jingled in the plastic bag.

He had a yogurt-flavored burp, and stared at the "not drunk, no return" sent 3 minutes ago in the chat dialog with Song Feijue without blinking, and a row of photos of yogurt bottles.

After a pause of two seconds, Fang Zhilian added a sentence at the end as if to make amends: "Wrong post."

The author says:

Play a song "It's Not So Easy to Love" for Xue Renjing, Stupid Puppy