desensitization therapy

The past week has been cloudy and cloudy, and the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor has covered the floor-to-ceiling windows with a layer of mist that cannot be eliminated, and occasionally flocs suspended in the air can be seen.

Wen Peitang wore a dark blue cashmere shawl and stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She gently stretched out her fingers and wiped two lines of abrupt stains on the window glass, vaguely reflecting the projection of the chamomile in the vase on the coffee table behind.

The oven in the kitchen had finished working, and it made a "ding", which was extraordinarily loud in the silent room.

Wen Peitang withdrew his hand, gathered up the slipped shawl, turned and walked to the kitchen.

When she passed the entrance, her footsteps paused, and her gaze involuntarily shifted to the copper letter cutter framed in a glass frame.

Before Wen Peitang and Song Yuming got married, Wen Jingliang had seen all the best villas in Linchuan Fengshui.With a mountain behind the house and a bright hall in front of the house, this set was chosen after thousands of choices as a wedding gift for the only young daughter.

The decoration of the villa was arranged by Wen Jingliang. Every corner, the direction of the furniture, and the large and small objects all had his approval.

Including the ink and wash landscape painting hanging at the entrance, it was a treasure that Wen Jingliang had spent a lot of time trying to get from an old friend.

When Wen Peitang entered the door for the first time with Song Yuming on his arm, Wen Jingliang introduced this landscape painting emphatically. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Song Yuming who was stiff and had an inappropriate smile on his face, which was very meaningful. Said: "Yuming, you have to be nice to Tangtang, don't let me down."

Song Yuming's body was almost stretched into a straight line by Wen Jingliang's sharp eyes, and his pretense of elegant demeanor had already lost seven or eight points.

At that time, Wen Peitang was leaning tenderly beside Song Yuming, raising his face expectantly, waiting for a promise from his sweetheart.

Perhaps Song Yuming missed the best opportunity when he knew that he would not respond. His eyes wandered, and his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Wen Jingliang had already withdrawn his gaze, and said calmly, "Go in, I'll show you the living room."

It's a pity that the landscape painting didn't hang in this house for a long time. In less than two years, after Wen Jingliang passed away, Song Yuming took advantage of him to rise to the top.

The landscape painting was cut to pieces by Song Yuming, and replaced with this antique letter cutter from a certain auction.Even every piece of furniture, decoration and layout that Wen Jingliang arranged at that time was completely replaced by Song Yuming.

Song Yuming's inferiority complex and arrogance seemed to be brought from his bones.These two complex and contradictory traits, which shouldn't appear in one person, become more and more noisy as time passes.

And that's just a sign that wasn't even the beginning.

Wen Peitang's thoughts drifted away, until the unlocking sound outside the hall pulled her out of her memory.

It was Song Feijue who entered.

Almost subconsciously, Wen Peitang breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare to look at the high hanging letter cutter anymore. She took the schoolbag in Song Feijue's hand and asked softly, "Mom made sugar water and raisins. Do you want to eat some?"

Song Feijue's eyes glanced over the letter cutter inadvertently, and he didn't stop for a moment. He nodded and said "OK".

Of course he knew why Wen Peitang didn't dare to take a second look or speak out.

The house is full of cameras with red light dots staring at each other, like the eyes of a group of wild beasts, watching Song Yuming's every move all the time.

Wen Peitang's cooking skills are not very good. She was pampered and pampered since she was a child, until Wen Jingliang's life changed completely after Wen Jingliang's death, and she was even imprisoned in this house.In addition to flower arrangement and cleaning, daily life is to make some desserts, or toss a coin. The lucky side is Song Yuming who is in a good mood, and the unlucky side is Song Yuming who is uncertain.

The boiled apple syrup and freshly baked dim sum were still hot, and the sweetness seemed to be getting more and more cloying. Song Feijue took a few symbolic mouthfuls and put it aside.As usual, he turned on the desk lamp and began to write the problem set.

The coin tossed today was probably on the side of good luck, and Song Yuming hadn't come back until past midnight.

When going out to fetch water, Song Feijue stood still at the corner of the stairs for a while, and saw the desk lamp in Wen Peitang's room on the second floor go from being dimly bright to going out.

He held the cold glass in his hand, stood there quietly for a moment, then turned and returned to the room.

The muted phone on the table vibrated non-stop, Song Feijue ignored it, raised his head and finished drinking a glass of water before casually glanced at the screen.

It was a WeChat message from Fang Zhilian.

Long before he said the thoughtful sentence, Song Feijue knew exactly what kind of expression Fang Zhilian would show.

In fact, Fang Zhilian did show the same reaction as Song Feijue had imagined—bewildered at first, with some unbelievable confusion, then surprised and clumsily delighted.

The only unexpected thing was that Fang Zhilian rejected his proposal.

Fang Zhilian's expression lasted only a few seconds, he raised his head slightly, but he answered an irrelevant answer: "No."

Fang Zhilian seemed to blink his eyes a lot when he was nervous, even he himself didn't realize this.

Song Feijue stared at his light-colored pupils, those eyes were clear and pure, as pure as a young deer, clearly expressing his unspoken emotions.

"No," Fang Zhilian said again, as if afraid that Song Feijue would not understand, he softened his voice and said slowly, "If you don't agree, you will chase after him."

This sentence seemed to turn on the switch of a small box called courage in Fang Zhilian's heart, and he continued: "I want to chase, help me...recharge the battery."

Before Song Feijue could react, Fang Zhilian quickly stretched out his hand and tugged at Song Feijue's sleeve, but he seemed too nervous, and when he left with trembling fingers, he accidentally touched the back of Song Feijue's hand, like an electric shock and the land was withdrawn again.

"It's fully charged." Fang Zhilian's gaze was fixed on the window, without any landing point, as if he wasn't the one who was full of courage just now, and avoided Song Feijue's eyes.

"You think about it slowly, it doesn't matter if it's very slow." Fang Zhilian's breathing was a little messy, and the ending sound was sticky, "I will also chase you slowly. If one day you feel like you like me... then tell me the answer Bar."

He waited anxiously for a while, and heard Song Feijue ask calmly: "What if there is no such day?"

Compared with the exact consideration just now, this question is like a dream bubble.It's no less than a cup of bitter tea mixed with rock sugar, the rock sugar floating on the top is finished, and the remaining tea is so bitter that Fang Zhilian has an astringent taste in his throat.

Fang Zhilian's voice became dry, he bit his lower lip until it was red, and blinked vigorously: "That means... I didn't chase well, so I don't blame you."

"But, you can't trip me up." Fang Zhilian tilted his head suddenly, and met Song Feijue's gaze, "For example, you are lactose intolerant. Then you can tell me what you like and what you hate. ?"

Song Feijue lowered his eyes, and he was silent for two seconds. Instead of answering Fang Zhilian's question, he calmly uttered two words.

"make a deal."

The wechat sent by Fang Zhilian is very short, the first one: D-1, the second one, a drowsy little yellow face emoticon that comes with the system, plus a half-crescent symbol.

Translated into what Song Feijue understands, the first article means: the first day I started chasing you.

The second means good night.

Song Feijue can interpret the meaning of Fang Zhilian's every expression and tone, and at the same time, it doesn't mean the reverse is also the same.

He likes to keep Fang Zhilian ignorant.

Song Feijue didn't reply, he pressed the lock screen, looked up at the calculation paper on the table.

The calculus paper was full of messy quantitative relationships and derivations, and only one sentence was written on the only narrow blank space at the bottom.

"Man is a bundle of useless passions."

The author says:

"Man is a bundle of useless passions." - Sartre

It’s not so fast yet. Wait for the puppy’s enthusiasm to burn again. These days, it’s updated at seven o’clock.