desensitization therapy

Fang Zhilian woke up again in the infirmary. He was lying limp on the trestle bed. In front of him was a clean white ceiling. The glass of the cabinet door on one side reflected the ceiling, reflecting a few warm-toned shadows.

The light of the day is exceptionally bright, pouring down through the cracks in the curtains that cannot be covered.

There was no one in the infirmary, only Fang Zhilian's creaking and shaking as he sat up from the bed.

He turned his head to look out of the window, a transparent window blocked the depression outside the window, and a few pots of green plants were placed on the tiles beside the window lattice, which easily gave people the illusion that it was already spring.

Next to the green plant in the center, there is also a bottle of canned yellow peaches in a glass jar that shouldn't be here.

After the second class in the afternoon, Zhu Wen and Duan Jiayu came to visit Fang Zhilian who brought a takeaway to the infirmary on behalf of the whole class.

While eating canned yellow peaches, Fang Zhilian listened to Duan Jiayu's earnest talk about the disadvantages of takeaway, while Zhu Wen was left poking the flower pot without any guilt, not sure if he was here to visit or make trouble.

Duan Jiayu still had two classes in the afternoon, so he didn't talk about it for long, and he asked the teacher in the infirmary before he left uneasy.

Zhu Wen didn't leave, he said that when he went back to the self-study class, he was also taking a nap to watch the pigeons, so he might as well stay here to take care of the pigeons.Hearing that Duan Jiayu was angry and funny, he finally waved his hand, yes.

As soon as Duan Jiayu left, Zhu Wen finally relaxed. He leaned back on the soft chair and snatched Fang Zhilian's plastic spoon: "Give me two bites."

Fang Zhilian was about to snatch it back quickly: "You ate two servings of Mala Tang and you still want to snatch it from me?"

"How do you know that I ate your share?" Zhu Wen was not serious, and threw the spoon back to him pretending to be disgusted, "I still hate you, you sick number."

Fang Zhilian ignored Zhu Wen, put the lid on the glass jar, and carefully placed it on the table, as if he planned to take the remaining half of the jar home.

After finishing all this, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked Zhu Wen: "Can your family keep cats?"

"I used to really want to have a dog," Zhu Wen absently pressed the screen on his phone. "As a result, my mother said that there can only be one creature with an IQ lower than 70 in the house, so there is no dog but me."

"What about the cat?"

"One meaning."

"..."

Fang Zhilian stopped talking again. He lay down on the bed, stared at the ceiling in a daze and murmured: "Then I am the only one responsible for them."

Zhu Wen still didn't understand: "Who?"

After accompanying a self-study class, Zhu Wen went back to the classroom first.

After Fang Zhilian took the medicine, he lay still for two classes, and slept for a while during the period. It was not until the teacher in the infirmary took his temperature for the third time that it was normal, and finally he was able to return to the classroom.

All afternoon, Song Feijue didn't even show his face.If it wasn't for Fang Zhilian's amnesia, it was clear that Song Feijue sent him to the infirmary, and he would almost doubt himself if he was dreaming.

Fang Zhilian recalled the phrase "she forgot to take me", and Chenglei's astonished expression when she got off the car in the morning, coupled with the emotion of regret for her mistake, she felt that her thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't figure it out.

He closed the door of the infirmary, turned to the other end of the corridor, just took two steps, but stared at the ground as if discovering something, and turned his head hastily.

Song Feijue leaned behind the half-hidden door, half of his face hidden in the shadow of light and dark, and smiled at him.

When returning from the infirmary, the Yulou building has to pass through the playground. With the faint afterglow, the setting sun that directly hits the Tropic of Capricorn just falls on the buildings in the field of vision, coating them with a layer of honey-colored light.

"Is that cat still there?"

When passing through the grove, Fang Zhilian raised his face and asked Song Feijue. His eyelashes were thick and curled up, with an inexplicable velvet texture. Under the backlight, he showed an innocent demeanor.

"It's gone." Song Feijue said.

Fang Zhilian was a little disappointed, but it was also expected, he nodded: "I was thinking all this afternoon, if there is really no other way, the kitten will find..."

"Fever gone?" Song Feijue seemed indifferent to this topic.

Fang Zhilian was taken aback, but obediently nodded without noticing him, "Retired."

He glanced at the trademark on the canned yellow peaches from the corner of his eye, and added: "Thank you, canned yellow peaches are delicious."

"When you were burnt, you kept saying you wanted to eat it." Song Feijue hooked the corners of his mouth loosely, "Is it that delicious?"

The correct answer at this time should be "delicious", but Fang Zhilian thought about it carefully and chose a contrary answer: "It's actually not bad."

"My younger sister also had a fever not long ago, and she kept saying that she wanted to eat canned yellow peaches." Fang Zhilian tilted her head and lied selectively, "So I'm a little curious, eating canned yellow peaches will make you feel better when you're sick." ?"

They happened to stop by the bulletin they met by chance last time, and even the sunset almost overlapped with that day.

The topic of canned yellow peaches was naturally turned over.

The comparison of the two installation pictures under the glass of the bulletin board has been replaced by the activity notice about the Friday hike in the first year of senior high school.

During the chat before, Fang Zhilian accidentally heard You Li mention that Zhang Mingzhuo's recommendation qualification has been cancelled.It was something that hadn't been determined yet, and with the confirmation of plagiarism, it was completely useless this time.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zhilian turned his head to look at Song Feijue's side face, and blinked: "If the school didn't care about it at that time, or deliberately covered it up, what would you do?"

Song Feijue didn't answer, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was smiling.

Fang Zhilian already understood his answer.The school can cover up, no matter how outrageous it is, maybe the competition can also be used.

But gossip cannot.

"Isn't it strange?" Song Feijue had a thin smile on his face, but the emotion in his words was very light, "I thought you wanted to ask that day."

Fang Zhilian recalled that night when the sky was still dark, he hid the smudges on his hands behind his back, and said "goodbye" to Song Feijue as if nothing had happened.

"Why is it strange?" This time it was finally his turn to ask Song Feijue, "It's not you who asked him to copy."

Song Feijue looked calm, stared at Fang Zhilian for a while, and restrained his smile.

Fang Zhilian thought that Song Feijue would not continue this topic, just like every time before, it turned into another riddle that could not be solved after the point was reached.

But Song Feijue didn't.

"Then you should know, it's different from what you think." Song Feijue's voice didn't fluctuate, as if he meant something, "I'm a very vengeful person."

He was turning a bunch of keys in his hand, making irregular and noisy noises as they collided with each other. His tone was casual: "Do you like this too?"

Song Feijue was indeed different from what Fang Zhilian thought, just like the big math problem that Fang Zhilian answered wrongly, after negating one wrong solution after another, the standard answer finally emerged.

No matter how incomprehensible and unbelievable the process and result are, at least Fang Zhilian knows that this is the only correct solution.

If time went backwards a few times, Fang Zhilian would stretch out his palm on the playground that night and wave to Song Feijue: Look, we are a match made in heaven.

But it is not too late.

"Like it."

Fang Zhilian's eyes were bent, and he repeated with a smile in his voice: "Of course I like it."

He should have known a long time ago that Song Feijue was not a moon hanging high in the sky, but a moon in the water that made him stagger and fall headlong into it.

The author says: