desensitization therapy

When the real winter comes, it is silent.

The leaves of the grove beside the slope have almost all fallen, and the remaining empty branches and the occasional few drooping gray birds are desolate and sparse.

But Fang Zhilian likes to take a shortcut to take a detour to the long pebble road in the morning. Every time he trots through the dense tree gaps, he always raises his face, the branches are spinning, and so is he.

Before going downstairs in the morning, Fang Zhilian was unexpectedly stopped by Cheng Lei. Cheng Lei, who had already gone to the law firm at this time in the past, was sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee in her hand. Wisdom teeth have to drink porridge for a while, why don't you have breakfast at home?"

As soon as Cheng Lei asked, Fang Zhilian, who was about to go out, and Aunt Chang, who was busy in the kitchen, were taken aback.

When she first came to Sichuan, Aunt Chang would occasionally make something special to take care of Fang Zhilian's taste, but then she didn't know when it started, or maybe she felt troublesome, and Fang Zhilian didn't mention it, Aunt Chang would I tacitly returned to the previous taste.

Fang Zhilian rolled up the strap of the schoolbag with his fingers, let it go again, and said blankly, "I've been outside all the time..."

"This child," Aunt Chang interrupted Fang Zhilian in a panic. She came out of the kitchen, her fingers soaked in cold water were still dripping, obviously she didn't have time to wipe it in her haste, "why didn't you tell me? Morning I know I'll make some porridge for you."

Aunt Chang stretched out her hand and patted Fang Zhilian's shoulder as she spoke, her words seemed to be complaining intentionally or unintentionally.

Through a layer of school uniform, Fang Zhilian felt the cold touch of the water droplets. One side of his body was numb, but he couldn't avoid it, so he smiled stiffly: "It's been a long time, it's okay."

"Well," Cheng Lei couldn't comment, she stirred the undissolved sugar cubes in the coffee cup with a stirring spoon, and said to Aunt Chang in the same tone: "From now on, cooking depends on his preference."

Aunt Chang showed embarrassment, but she still answered with a smile on her face.

Cheng Lei's expression was flat, and she asked Fang Zhilian naturally as if nothing had happened: "Shall I drive you to school today?"

"No need." Fang Zhilian paused, but still refused.

The metal door slowly closed in front of his eyes. Fang Zhilian pressed the button leading to the first floor, and suddenly lowered his head and sneezed.

At dinner time yesterday, Fang Huo called.

Perhaps because of his conscience, or because he chose this time on purpose to call, Fang Huo asked loudly during the call how Fang Zhilian was doing, whether he had enough money, and whether he continued to take medicine.

It seemed that he was afraid that Cheng Lei would treat him badly.

Fang Zhilian's physique was not good when he was a child, and he never had serious illnesses, but minor illnesses continued.When he was in elementary school, he suffered from allergic asthma, but he hadn't suffered from it for several years. Except that he couldn't do strenuous exercise in winter, he was no different from ordinary people.

I haven't taken medicine for many years.Fang Zhilian put down the bowl and chopsticks, clutched his phone and casually said, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" perfunctory Fang Huo.

He knew very well that Fang Huo didn't necessarily really care about whether he got sick, but more because he wanted to blame Cheng Lei so that he could win back his "incompetence".

Cheng Lei has always been sensitive, not to mention Fang Huo deliberately raised the volume on the other end of the call. Her face darkened, she grabbed Fang Zhilian's cell phone, and asked angrily, "What medicine do you take?"

Fang Huo's voice suddenly rose, and Fang Zhilian saw Cheng Lei frown, and then got up and left the table.

Tang Jitong was not at home during the night shift, and Aunt Chang knew how to read people's faces. Only Tang Ting looked curious and looked at the living room frequently while biting her chopsticks.

In the living room, Cheng Lei finally heard Cheng Lei's uncontrollable anger, accompanied by the sentence "You care? You care because that woman kicked him out." Tang Ting stretched her neck and turned her head to look, but was knocked by Aunt Chang. Knock on the bowl: "Eat well."

The door opened, and Fang Zhilian lifted the shoulder strap of the schoolbag that had slid down, and walked out of the elevator car.

He never admitted Fang Huo's insignificance, like a father's love for kittens and puppies, only when he thought of it, he picked up a handful of food.

But at least he still had some expectations. Cheng Lei's concern was genuine, not to prove to anyone.

In the afternoon, in the physical education class that I hadn't attended for hundreds of years, the school broadcast announced that the Education Bureau would temporarily conduct random physical examinations. The classes that were called to the number went to the playground to gather, and the classes that were not called to the number waited in place in the class.

Fang Zhilian pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After confirming that the numbers of the experimental class and the seventh class had been called together, he excitedly woke up Zhu Wen who was sleeping on the table: "Our class is going downstairs for a physical test!"

Zhu Wen hadn't had enough sleep yet, his face was full of depression, he stretched his waist, and asked incredulously: "I have to run 1000 meters, not free activities, are you happy?"

Fang Zhilian said with a smile, "Happy."

Zhu Wen soon knew what Fang Zhilian was happy about.

When all the boys and girls in Class [-] lined up, Fang Zhilian stepped out of the line slowly and gave Zhu Wen a cheering gesture.

Zhu Wen was stunned. Regardless of Duan Jiayu's presence, he blurted out, "Why don't you run away?"

Fang Zhilian handed in the test sheet that can prove allergic asthma as early as enrollment. It was originally to avoid the formalism of long-distance running and exercising in No. [-] Middle School, but it came in handy now.

"I don't know," Fang Zhilian spread his hands, showing a very innocent expression, "Maybe I'm lucky."

The playground of No. [-] Middle School was not spacious enough to be divided into two tracks, so the boys had to run first while the girls prepared.

After running 1000 meters, Zhu Wen was exhausted, leaning on the mat weakly and paralyzed on the ground, and was patted on the back by Fang Zhilian to straighten up.

Zhu Wen joked with him, and suddenly looked at the horizontal bar in the distance, where a girl from an unknown class was delivering water to Song Feijue.

"Damn, there are girls delivering water," Zhu Wen sighed, "It's so good to be handsome."

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

which kind?Zhu Wen's goldfish memory completely forgot about Fang Zhilian telling him to straighten his back just now, and was just about to ask.

Fang Zhilian had already stood up without giving Zhu Wen any time to react: "I'm leaving first."

The girl who delivered the water was tall and thin, with a single ponytail neatly tied, and her manners were graceful. After delivering the water, she said hello to Song Feijue and went back to the team to prepare.

Fang Zhilian picked up a leak, and waited for the person to leave before slowly swaying over, glanced at the mineral water bottle in Song Feijue's hand, and asked a meaningless nonsense: "Is it good?"

Song Feijue showed a half-smile expression, and raised his hand, the meaning of which was self-evident - you try?

"No, no, no." Fang Zhilian waved his hand, and jumped to sit on the horizontal bar.

He watched Song Feijue raise his head to drink water, slide down from the high bridge of the nose to the smooth and clear jaw line, and finally the trembling Adam's apple.

Of course Song Feijue noticed the source of the line of sight, he slowly screwed on the bottle cap, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Aren't you afraid of falling?"

The horizontal bar is not that high, but Fang Zhilian nodded and said, "It seems to be a little bit."

He supported the horizontal bar with his arms, and leaned back slightly, as if deliberately putting himself in a very dangerous situation, but he said an irrelevant topic: "Are the hash browns delicious?"

"It's not tasty." Song Feijue was very calm.

"Then I'll see you off next time." Fang Zhilian answered without any suspense.

Song Feijue paused for a moment, then said, "I don't like breakfast."

"Yeah," Fang Zhilian quickly put the three words of "no distraction" on the surface, "I understand that good-looking people don't like to eat, because they rely on photosynthesis."

This was pure exaggeration, but Fang Zhilian said it confidently, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

It seems that ever since he made it clear that he wanted to pursue Song Feijue, Fang Zhilian put away all his shyness, and replaced it with straightforwardness and enthusiasm, with courageous and reckless courage.

He is very self-conscious about chasing people. After being beaten by wind, frost, rain and snow, he became brighter.

Song Feijue lowered his eyes and smiled, but he was not helpless. When he raised his head again, the corners of his lips were still slightly curled up, so beautiful and vivid.

"Fang Zhilian," Song Feijue called him by name, and said in a tone that made Fang Zhilian think about it, "Besides breakfast, there are many other ways to chase people."

"Ah, is that so?" Fang Zhilian knew how to accept as soon as he was good. He didn't intend to let Song Feijue teach him how to chase him, so he also smiled and rolled his eyes, "Then I'll try."

Song Feijue glanced at him, did not speak, but took a step forward, raised his hand, and pressed the cold mineral water bottle to Fang Zhilian's face.

Fang Zhilian didn't know that his face was already blushing unbelievably, no matter how much he pretended to be able to do a job with ease, some reactions would follow his body's instincts even if they didn't show in his tone.

When the mineral water bottle was attached, he just blinked quickly.

"I only took the physical test before the high school entrance examination," Fang Zhilian changed the subject without thinking, "I didn't expect to have to take the test in high school. I always have the illusion that the high school entrance examination is coming soon."

Before Song Feijue could answer, he immediately asked, "Do you have a university you want to go to?"

If you want to understand a person, there are only three topics, past, present and future.

Song Feijue asked nonchalantly, "Isn't it too early to ask?"

"It's not early." Fang Zhilian let go of his hand all of a sudden, and leaned back lightly.

Song Feijue reacted in time, trying to grab his wrist to prevent him from falling, but Fang Zhilian had already swung around and sat back on the horizontal bar steadily.

"I want to go to the same city as you." Fang Zhilian said.

Song Feijue's tone was light, as if he was knowingly asking, "Why?"

Shy puppies will use woof woof instead of I miss you, which most people don't understand.

But if you squat down and pet the puppy's head, ask him why he is barking.

The puppy will say woof woof, because ah, I miss you.

Fang Zhilian rolled his eyes, didn't answer directly, and said in a brisk tone: "I used to only plan to go abroad in a regular manner. I don't know what major to study, and I don't know which country to go to."

"But now I know, I want to learn photography." His gaze followed Song Feijue, making two L-shaped camera gestures.

"Frame you."

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