desensitization therapy

According to the weather forecast of the Linchuan Meteorological Observatory, due to the influence of cold air, the probability of snowfall on Tuesday will be as high as 80%, and the northerly wind will be at level [-] or [-].

Fang Zhilian was not able to see the first snow at the first time, and when he got up early in the morning to fetch water at night, the surrounding area was filled with white, and the traces of fine snow blowing could be clearly seen under the street lamps shaded by light and shade.

He stopped by the window and watched for a while, then turned his head, and found that Tang Ting was rubbing his eyes and poking out half of his head, apparently still asleep.

Children probably have no resistance to snow, Tang Ting couldn't hide his joy and lowered his voice: "Brother, let's go out and build a snowman!"

"What time is it?" Fang Zhilian glanced at the clock, unmoved, "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

Ten minutes later, Fang Zhilian and Tang Ting, who were fully armed, squatted at the entrance to change their shoes.

"Only play for half an hour." Fang Zhilian took it lightly and walked to the door, then turned around and made three promises to Tang Ting, "What's the matter with your gloves, the two are not the same color?"

Tang Ting tied the scarf into a tight knot, waved his hands casually and said, "Time is running out, don't worry about such small things!"

Fang Zhilian said he couldn't be a primary school student, so he took a picture of Tang Ting's woolen hat: "Put the hat on."

The thickness of the snow is far less than the level of a snowman, but there is a word that calls for it to come.Fang Zhilian handed Tang Ting the carrots he took from the refrigerator and the buttons he had pulled out of his clothes, and asked her to stand by the side while he started gathering the snowballs.

Tang Ting ran to the side, not knowing what to do, leaving Fang Zhilian to work hard for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

The gathered snowballs were piled aside to be used as the body of the snowman. He took two steps forward and drew a heart with a branch against a clean, untrodden space.

Fang Zhilian was very satisfied with the drawn heart, so he took off his gloves and took a picture with his mobile phone while trembling.

He skillfully opened WeChat and sent the photo to Song Feijue.

Originally, he wanted to type something, but Fang Zhilian hesitated. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the behavior of drawing pictures in the snow was a bit like a primary school student.

While hesitating, Fang Zhilian was hit by a ball of snowballs thrown from behind. The snowball hit the hood of the sweater impartially.

The back of Fang Zhilian's neck felt cold, and he gritted his teeth and turned his head: "Tang Ting—"

The snowman was not piled up, and finally developed into a snowball fight.

The snowballs that were originally intended to be used as the body of the snowman turned into soft and fluffy little snowballs, which drifted under the orange streetlights during the throwing process, and fell back to the snow again.

Fang Zhilian carried Tang Ting on the way back and did not forget to shake off all the snow on her body before entering the door: "Is there any snow on her body?"

"No!" Tang Ting didn't play enough, she was still excited, she tugged on Fang Zhilian's sleeve and shook it vigorously, "Brother, let's go out and make a snowman tomorrow!"

Fang Zhilian coaxed her: "Look at your performance, I'll pile it up for you if you sleep well."

Tang Ting stared at the little star and nodded, clutching the corner of the quilt, extremely excited.

After finally waiting for Tang Ting to fall asleep, Fang Zhilian stuffed the useless carrot back into the refrigerator and went upstairs to sleep. When he reached the top step, his footsteps paused.

The lamp in the master bedroom was still slightly on.

After a long silence, Fang Zhilian didn't knock on the bedroom door, but turned right and went back to the room.

Waking up the next morning, Fang Zhilian felt top-heavy. He slowly put on his clothes and went downstairs to get a cup of hot water, and then returned to the living room, only to see Aunt Chang coming out of Tang Ting's room with a frown.

Fang Zhilian said good morning to Aunt Chang, and Aunt Chang's expression was not very good-looking, she walked straight past him and went upstairs, muttering: "What can I do, why do I still have a fever..."

"Tang Ting has a fever?" Fang Zhilian was taken aback, "Last night..."

Aunt Chang stopped, and asked in a bad tone: "Last night? Did you take Tingting downstairs to play in the snow, and I said why the pillow towel is full of water!"

Fang Zhilian's whole body was limp, and his thoughts slowed down by half a beat.

Before he could react, he heard Aunt Chang's accusation: "Why are you at ease, playing with snow and putting snow on your sister's head? A high fever of 38 degrees!"

The anxiety in Aunt Chang's tone is not fake. She raised Tang Ting since she was a child, and took care of Tang Ting several times more than Cheng Lei. When she was a child, she was so nervous that she could even cough and sneeze, let alone now.

She had nowhere to vent her anger and anxiety, so she could only vent her anger and anxiety on Fang Zhilian recklessly, and forgot to ask Tang Jitong to check the matter first, so she stuck on the stairs.

"Okay," without waiting for Fang Zhilian to explain, Cheng Lei heard the movement first. She didn't look at Fang Zhilian, and said directly to Aunt Chang, "Give her some antipyretics first, and let him wait until Old Tang wakes up." have a look."

Tang Jitong had an emergency operation last night, and he didn't come home until after five in the morning, and he just fell asleep now.Aunt Chang nodded in a panic. She didn't have time to worry about Fang Zhilian, so she hurried to find medicine.

Cheng Lei turned her head to look at Fang Zhilian, and said "it's okay" in a flat tone.

Fang Zhilian only realized it later, probably because the snow that fell last night was not wiped clean, and the fever was caused by the cold.

He nodded unreasonably, bit his lower lip, and followed Cheng Lei into Tang Ting's room.

Tang Ting was not completely unconscious from the fever, and when she saw Cheng Lei coming in, she even knew how to rub her face against the corner of Cheng Lei's clothes.

"Mom," Tang Ting's voice was very thin, like a kitten coquettishly, "I want to eat canned yellow peaches."

Standing by the door, Fang Zhilian saw Cheng Lei tucking the corner of her clothes: "Mom will buy it for you."

"I feel uncomfortable, and I still need my mother to accompany me..." Tang Ting grabbed Cheng Lei's skirt and retched uncomfortably, a little aggrieved, "Mom will accompany me all day..."

Cheng Lei's tone was gentle: "Mom will accompany you. You should sleep well first, and the sweating disease will recover quickly. Mom will buy you canned yellow peaches, okay?"

Tang Ting nodded and closed his eyes again.

Fang Zhilian stood behind Cheng Lei, he couldn't see Cheng Lei's expression, but he could hear the patience in Cheng Lei's tone.

The moment he was in a trance, he had the illusion that he had returned to before he was five years old. The only time he had a high fever, Cheng Lei also showed the same gentle and patient expression at that time.

But this picture seems to be very far away.

Cheng Lei closed the door, gave Aunt Chang a few more instructions, turned around and put on her coat, and said to Fang Zhilian with her usual expression, "Let's go."

The car drove out for a few minutes, Fang Zhilian closed his eyes for a while in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the navigation was a little familiar, and he realized that Cheng Lei was driving to school.

"I'll take a taxi." Fang Zhilian opened his eyes wide and told Cheng Lei to turn around. "Just leave me at the intersection."

"I'll be there soon. I'm going to pass by the court, the first court at nine o'clock." Cheng Lei glanced at him in the rearview mirror, then glanced at the time.

"Aren't you going to buy canned yellow peaches?"

"Auntie Chang will buy it."

Fang Zhilian paused, he remembered the lamp that was on in the master bedroom last night, and also remembered the promise Cheng Leifu made to Tang Ting by her bedside just now.

There is no need to ask the rest of the sentence.

Because of the snow, the road was blocked for a while. When I arrived at the school gate, it was almost early for self-study. Rows of cars were blocked at the intersection, mixed with black and black first-middle school students.

Fang Zhilian asked Cheng Lei to stop outside the intersection. He saw Cheng Lei's cell phone light up, and it showed that the caller was Aunt Chang.

Cheng Lei pressed the hands-free button, and took out the powder to touch up her makeup.

Aunt Chang's nagging was nothing more than Tang Ting's burnt out and looking for her mother, crying for a while and throwing the quilt for a while. Cheng Lei kept moving her hands, and she tried to go back as soon as possible with a few perfunctory words, and hung up the phone.

The interior of the car returned to silence.

"Mom." Fang Zhilian put his hand on the handle and called out without thinking.

Cheng Lei's body was a little stiff, her hands froze, and she turned to look at him.

I don't know if it was a deliberate avoidance of embarrassment or a coincidence. From the time he first came to Sichuan to now, Fang Zhilian has never called her, and Cheng Lei has never called herself "Mom" in front of him either.

"At first, I envied my younger sister," Fang Zhilian didn't know why he said this, maybe he was infected by Tang Ting, and his thinking became dull, "Because I think my younger sister has everything I don't have."

After a pause of two seconds, he said softly, "But later, I thought it was very good, and I also want to give my sister what I don't have."

Cheng Lei seemed to know what he wanted to say, her eyes moved slightly, but she didn't interrupt.

"But I suddenly discovered that I don't have anything, and neither does my sister." Fang Zhilian blinked vigorously, his voice hoarse.

He pushed open the car door and said to Cheng Lei, "I'm going to school."

The day after snowfall is often colder. After a morning, Fang Zhilian heard You Li and Tao Jiaqi discussing the first snow last night, and then remembered the WeChat message he sent to Song Feijue.

It's a pity that he left in a hurry in the morning, Fang Zhilian rummaged through his schoolbag and found that he forgot to bring his mobile phone.

In such a cold day, no one wants to go out to freeze for half an hour to eat, and Zhu Wen is not happy, so he specially ordered a few spicy takeaways to be delivered to the wall of the small forest.

But people are not as good as God. The last class in the morning is the English teacher's class. Zhu Wen hit the gun while playing with his mobile phone in class. After class, he was taken back to the office by the black-faced English teacher.

Fang Zhilian couldn't let the girl go out to catch the cold, so he took Zhu Wen's mobile phone and walked downstairs slowly. When the cold wind blew outside, he felt his head hurt even more, and he felt drowsy and sticky.

In a short distance, Fang Zhilian almost floated to the edge of the wall. The delivery man didn't call for a long time, so he squatted there, staring at the red brick wall in a daze.

He squatted down and found that there was still a cat nestled on the rope parallel to his line of sight. Taking a closer look, he found that it was the three-coloured cat he had seen before.

The three-colored cat seemed a little lazier and rounder than the last time I saw it.Sensing that Fang Zhilian was looking over, he didn't hide, and continued to lick his fur unhurriedly.

Fang Zhilian watched so intently that he didn't even notice Song Feijue standing behind him.

Until Song Feijue called his name.

Fang Zhilian raised his head in a daze, and saw Song Feijue lowered his eyes, and his gaze had moved from his head to the three-flowered cat.

"Why are you here?"

"Get takeout."

"You also ordered takeaway..."

"No," Song Feijue said lightly, "I lost the guessing punch."

Fang Zhilian's mind was a little confused, he couldn't imagine the scene where Song Feijue lost the fight with someone and then obediently came to run errands, so he said "ah".

They tacitly did not mention what happened at the playground last time.

"Song Feijue," Fang Zhilian lowered his head and stared at the red brick, and asked softly, "What did you eat when you were sick?"

He felt Song Feijue leaning over and patiently answered the nonsensical question: "Cook apple soup."

"..." Fang Zhilian thought of the kind of salted apple soup, and said to himself blankly, "I really want to eat canned yellow peaches..."

Song Feijue didn't answer.

Fang Zhilian turned his attention back to the Sanhua cat: "Do you think... this cat has a big belly?"

"Yeah." Song Feijue and Sanhuamao looked at each other, and Sanhuamao came closer and sniffed the back of Song Feijue's hand, then stretched out its fluffy head and rubbed it forward.

Song Feijue let the three-flowered cat rub it endlessly, and with the other hand, he grabbed its front paw and touched its stomach.

Now the three-flowered cat quit, struggled dissatisfiedly and "meowed", stepped back a few steps, and its vertical pupils were extra vigilant.

"I don't touch your stomach," Fang Zhilian looked enviously, and tried to stretch out his hand, coaxing softly, "Just touch your head."

The three-flowered cat "Meow" was too lazy, so he let out a sigh of relief, his tail stood upright and exploded into a ball, moved a little far away from them, and then fell down again.

"It should be pregnant." Song Feijue said.

"Ah," Fang Zhilian glanced at Sanhuamao, then at Song Feijue, showing a helpless expression, "Then what should I do?"

Song Feijue met his help-seeking gaze, his eyes were very strange, and he asked the question back intact: "What should I do?"

Fang Zhilian was in a daze, and said everything that came to his mind: "Why don't we find the kitten for adoption first? It has been wandering outside, pregnant and has no nutritional supplements, and the weather is so cold now, isn't the kitten just born? I'm going to..."

"Don't worry," Song Feijue interrupted him, "Animals have their own survival rules. If there is not enough food, cats will eat their cubs to supplement their nutrition."

Fang Zhilian suddenly raised his face and opened his eyes.Song Feijue noticed that his face was a little red, and his slightly parted lips were also red, with an unbelievable look.

"how is this possible……"

"It's the nature of animals."

"So, isn't this cruel to the kitten?" Fang Zhilian spoke intermittently, the corners of his eyes blushing.

"Cruel?" Song Feijue smiled, staring into Fang Zhilian's bewildered eyes, his tone was coaxing, but with a rare irony, "but cruelty can keep her alive. "

Fang Zhilian was stunned, dizzy, his knees were numb and stiff, and he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

He seemed to have fallen into a false illusion that he had never had before, and Song Feijue was the driftwood next to him that he couldn't grasp, and he could only let the sea water overflow his chest.

Was Song Feijue wrong?He intuited that Song Feijue was not only talking about cats, but seemed to be talking about cats simply.

The wind that didn't know where to go got into Fang Zhilian's folded collar, and the staggered breath was filled with the cold smell in the fog.

Song Feijue stood up in a leisurely manner, and invisibly opened the distance between Fang Zhilian and Fang Zhilian. Fang Zhilian heard him ask plainly, "Can't you be responsible for yourself?"

After a long silence, Fang Zhilian buried his face in his collar and hugged his knees.

"It's not bad..." He buried his head lower and lower, his cheeks pressed against his numb knees, as if he had returned to the form of a curled up baby, using the only way of self-protection to resist damage, "It's just that she forgot to bring me. "

Fang Zhilian's ears were buzzing with white noise, he couldn't hear what Song Feijue said clearly, and after a short moment of distraction, his cheeks were forcefully lifted up.

A pair of hands covered his forehead, it was so cold that Fang Zhilian didn't want to dodge in the slow dizziness.

He subconsciously raised his face and rubbed against those hands, with his dry nose and trembling eyelashes.

The hands were loosened.

"Fang Zhilian," he heard Song Feijue call his name calmly, "You have a fever."

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