desensitization therapy

When he got home, Fang Zhilian's shoes and trousers were completely wet. He changed into a pair of cotton slippers at the entrance, and hung the wet long-handled umbrella on the coat rack before getting up and walking in. .

It was pitch black inside and outside the house, isolated from the wind and snow outside the window, and it was quiet.

Fang Zhilian called out to the empty living room, "Crescent?"

No response at all.

It has become commonplace.Fang Zhilian took off his coat unhurriedly, then turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up. A black shadow followed him all the time, keeping a close distance.

After completing this set of procedures, he finally went to the cabinet and turned out the bag of cat food.There are a few small tooth marks on the bag, which are obviously left by the other party's efforts but failed in the end.

Back in the living room, Fang Zhilian poured two spoonfuls of cat food into the food bowl, without turning his head, he said to the air, "It's dinner."

A three-colored cat appeared silently behind him.The Sanhua cat is snow-white with a few yellow spots in between, only a small tuft of inverted crescent-shaped hair on the top of the head and a black tail.

Fang Zhilian turned to look at the three-flowered cat named Crescent Moon, and the cat and the cat stared at each other for a few seconds. The atmosphere was delicate and balanced.

In the end, it was Fang Zhilian who looked away first, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured water into the water bowl.

Crescent Moon never looked away, looking very serious, but when this expression appeared on a cat's face, it was really funny.

After pouring out the food and water, Fang Zhilian stopped caring about the cat. He poured himself a glass of water and went back to the bedroom.

There was a yellow portable medicine box on the bedside table. Fang Zhilian sat on the edge of the bed and opened the medicine box. Under the transparent cover on the left were several white oval pills neatly arranged, but under the transparent cover on the right was empty. of.

He hesitated.

There was a rustling and crisp chewing sound from the living room, especially clear in the quiet room.

Fang Zhilian's hand stayed in the air for a while, he put down the medicine box, and took off the string of beads in his hand.

It was a string of thick-petal ebony bracelets, worn for a long time, revealing a layer of black light.He stared at the ebony-colored bead for a while, then suddenly threw it heavily on the ground.

The rosary was thrown on the wooden floor, clanging, and lying alone on the ground.

The chewing in the living room stopped.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zhilian picked up the string of rosary beads with trembling hands. The beads were intact, but he couldn't stop stroking each bead, as if he wanted to pat off some non-existent dust.

To some extent, he seems to be living in a non-linear period of time. Even now, his memory still seems to be stuck in [-].He once tried to break free from the shackles of time, but in the end he was still carried forward by the torrent.

It is said that time is passing, but in fact it is just that they are passing.

It is not so easy to say that he has come out, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a narrow escape.

Fang Zhilian swallowed two pills with water, turned off the bedroom light, and got under the quilt.

The indoor floor heating is fully turned on.He once complained about the strange temperature difference between indoors and outdoors in the north. He was dizzy and sleepy when he was heated by the heating at home, and his mind was frozen when he went out, without even a chance to buffer.Now I've gotten used to it unconsciously.

Crescent Moon slipped in at some point and stood by the door, staring at Fang Zhilian on the bed without blinking.

Fang Zhilian didn't fall asleep, he stared at the blank wall opposite for a while, and saw the crescent moon by the door in a blink of an eye.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Are you real?"

Of course Yueya wouldn't answer, she was very mean even to meow, and upon hearing this, she just took a step back, landed on the ground with her front paws, and assumed a vigilant defensive posture.

"Come here," Fang Zhilian didn't intend to get out of bed, he still sat on the bed, made a half-hugging posture, tilted his head, and threatened in a seemingly ignorant manner, "If you don't come, I'm going to snow gone."

Crescent Moon was motionless.

"Go to sleep."

"Well, if you don't come, you won't come."

He whispered: "If you don't come, you will fall down." He said it coolly, just as he fell down and lay down, he sat up straight as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Where's the tail? Why is the tail gone?"

Crescent Moon couldn't understand the capricious human beings, flicked the tail hidden in the dark, showed her sense of existence, and walked away shaking her head.

Fang Zhilian was still staring at the empty door. After a long time, he lay down again, covered his eyes with his arms, and muttered to the ceiling almost stubbornly.

"I got it, I won't let it go."

The next morning, Fang Zhilian woke up naturally after falling asleep. He got up to wash up in a daze, and when he entered the bathroom, he was startled by himself in the mirror.

Leaving aside the bruises and the crumpled sweater, he moved closer and took a closer look at the two clusters of red rashes under his cheeks.

Sure enough, I was allergic.

Fang Zhilian yawned, splashed a handful of cold water on his face, looked at the wet face in the mirror, and said to himself, "You can't take chances."

He said so, but he didn't really take it seriously. This kind of allergy was not the first time or the second time, and it got better in a few days.

The snow last night did not know when it stopped, and the living room was covered with a lot of sunshine.After Fang Zhilian finished washing, he nestled on the sofa and ordered takeaway. As soon as he turned on his phone, more than a dozen messages popped up. There were messages from classmates and family groups, as well as private chats. Several of them were sent by Tang Ting.

The subject of the private chat is nothing more than one: "Brother, go home, give red envelopes, treat."

But the post in the family group was a little more tactful: "Brother, I miss you so much, when will I go home?"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Tang Ting even hit him alone.

Fang Zhilian scrolled down a few posts, all of which were Tang Ting's emoticons swiping the screen. He just wanted to quit and pretended not to see it. When he glanced down, he suddenly saw that the next one was posted by his stepfather Tang Jitong, a bear emoji, The following two words: look forward to.

His mother, Cheng Lei, didn't say a word, nor did she have any emoticons.

Now Zhilian had no choice but to reply: "Go back next week."

Tang Ting is on winter vacation, probably holding his mobile phone 24 hours a day, and replied in seconds: "What day is the week? Don't wait until the Chinese New Year to return."

Fang Zhilian thought for a while, and went back to Wednesday. Now Tang Ting finally calmed down.

After he promised himself, when he thought about his allergic face, he realized that he had forgotten about it, and he lost the mood to eat breakfast. He thought that he had to go sooner or later, so he tidied up and took a taxi to go to the hospital.

The taxi driver is a native of Linchuan. As soon as he heard Fang Zhilian’s accent, he concluded that he was a foreigner. No matter how he explained himself, half of the people in Linchuan would not believe him. He enthusiastically introduced the local food and drink along the way. Great place to have fun.

Fang Zhilian hung up his number online while he was coping, and when he got off the bus at the hospital, the driver gave him a business card: "Little handsome guy, if you want to charter a car for a trip, call me anytime! "

Fang Zhilian, a foreigner, took it dumbfounded, put it in his coat pocket, said goodbye to the local driver, and went straight to the dermatology department on the third floor of the hospital.

There weren't many people in the hospital at noon, so Fang Zhilian waited outside for more than half an hour before he got a number.

The doctor was a male doctor in his early thirties, he was business-like, and he asked first when he came in, "Are you allergic?"

Fang Zhilian nodded.

The doctor asked, "What allergy?"

Fang Zhilian said casually, "I'm allergic to dust mites."

That "bar" was obviously unconvincing, the doctor looked up at him: "Have you checked for allergens?"

"No, just open two boxes of Ebastine for me."

"Have you eaten?"

"Eat abroad."

"Prescribed?"

"No."

"Oh," the doctor shook the pen holder, "that's why you are so good, you have cured yourself after a long illness?"

Fang Zhilian was dumb. He raised his eyes to see the doctor's expression. Seeing that there hadn't been much change, it was obviously a joke, so he also smiled: "Then...do a checkup first?"

The doctor gave him two bills, asked him to pay the bill, and then came back for an allergen test and blood test.

Fang Zhilian ran back and forth twice, and finally completed the inspection process, took the prescription and prescribed the medicine, and then it was over.

In addition to the commonly eaten ebastine, two additional boxes of levocetirizine were prescribed on the prescription list.

Fang Zhilian went to the vending machine on the first floor to buy a bottle of water, and when he came back, he prescribed two tablets and four pills, and took them all at once, including his morning portion.

The pill was bitter, and he accidentally swallowed it, making a circle in his throat and tongue.

Fang Zhilian drank a few more sips of water, swallowing the lingering bitter taste, the tip of his tongue was still tingling with bitterness.He walked around in a circle, knowing that there is no supermarket in the hospital, so he went to buy another bottle of lemon drink, sat down and tasted it, it was sour.

Sour, sweet, bitter, hot, spicy is pain, sour, sweet and bitter is taste, but Fang Zhilian never feels that way.If he sorted it in order according to his psychology, it would be that sweetness is greater than sourness, greater than bitterness, and greater than spicyness. However, after eating a piece of candy, the aftertaste will not be sweet for long, but the bitterness and spicyness will last forever. According to his thinking, they should all belong to the to pain.

But sour is better than bitter.Fang Zhilian turned on the phone, and while sipping the lemon drink, trying to discover a little sweetness, he found out A Rui's phone number saved yesterday, and opened the text message interface.

Cutting and deleting, he still chose the most old-fashioned opening line: "Are you there?"

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