desensitization therapy

"Me too."

Fang Zhilian finally said the belated words. He stretched out his fingers, revealing a clean palm. There was no black mark from the car chain on it, and the lines were clear.

"Why don't you think I'm weird?" He shook his finger and said frankly, "And it's different if it's different. The winning numbers of each lottery are different from what I thought."

"And I like you, but it's not about selecting the top ten people who are more kind and selfless."

These two analogies are really abstract, but Fang Zhilian's face is full of sincerity, from the eyes to the beating heart, and there is a sign on it: no cheating, fake one pays ten.

After a long time, Song Feijue lowered his eyes and smiled: "Speaking so well, it seems that the fire is really gone."

Fang Zhilian pretended not to understand, and changed the subject vaguely: "I think you're right."

"Ok?"

"Responsible."

Song Feijue stopped talking again, Fang Zhilian didn't notice anything wrong, and continued: "It's not up to it to decide whether to be a mother or not, so it only needs to be responsible for itself, but from another perspective, I can be responsible for it. It is responsible."

He straightened up and announced a decision seriously.

"I want to adopt that cat."

Fang Zhilian kept his word. When he returned home that night, he not only brought two cans of canned yellow peaches to Tang Ting, but also went to the Flower and Bird Evening Market to buy a bunch of pet supplies.

Tang Ting's fever subsided in the afternoon, and she didn't cry and say that she was going to find her mother, but her expression was wan, like a wilted bone.Even when Cheng Lei rarely got home before dinner, she didn't show much joy, instead she took two mouthfuls of food sullenly and left the table.

Aunt Chang was worried that Tang Ting had eaten too little, so she went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of yellow rice glutinous rice balls and chased her to the living room to coax her to eat, leaving only Fang Zhilian and Cheng Lei Tang Ji at the dining table.

Probably due to the presence of Tang Jitong, Cheng Lei did not mention the episode that happened in the morning.

Song Feijue's sentence "Can't you be responsible for yourself" seemed to have woken Fang Zhilian up with a blow to the head.

He suddenly realized that, in a sense, Cheng Lei's choice was only responsible for herself.

After dinner, before Cheng Lei returned to her room, Fang Zhilian asked her if she could keep a cat.

The moment Cheng Lei was stopped by him, she froze, but when he explained that she wanted to keep a cat, Cheng Lei's expression gradually returned to normal.

She rubbed her forehead and said flatly, "You decide for yourself."

Fang Zhilian nodded. He watched Cheng Lei slowly go up the stairs, but he still couldn't say the rest.

The preliminary preparations are complete, everything is ready, the only thing missing is the cat.

Fang Zhilian kept the cage in the mail room, and waited for the cat by the fence for a week after school. Among them, Zhu Wen curiously waited with him for two days, but the three-colored cat didn't even show up.

After self-study on Monday evening, Song Feijue packed up his textbooks as usual, and turned on his phone to see if there was a text message from the driver.

As the end of the year approached, Song Yuming suddenly became busy, and the few times he went home were late at night.It made Wen Peitang tremble with fear every day, and became more nervous and anxious.

The driver did not send a text message, Song Feijue turned off the phone screen, and as if aware of it, glanced at the open back door.

Fang Zhilian stood there with empty hands.Even though the door was open, he didn't take a step forward, like a guard dog waiting for his master's permission to come in.

Seeing Song Feijue looking over, the gatekeeper puppy waved his arms wildly with a smile, and bumped into the door frame all at once.

The impact was not light, and the bang sound attracted the attention of several students in the back row. Fang Zhilian was in pain, but he didn't dare to shout out to attract the attention of the front row, so he could only rub his arms aggrieved.

Song Feijue didn't pay attention to those gazes, picked up his schoolbag, and walked towards Fang Zhilian.

When he got closer, he found that Fang Zhilian's exposed forearm was covered with two deep red scratches. Fang Zhilian's skin was white, and the scratches looked particularly ferocious, and there was even a faint trace of blood.

"I found the cat!" Fang Zhilian didn't seem to care about the injured forearm at all, the first half of the sentence was extremely excited, but the second half seemed cautious, "Can you accompany me to the pet hospital?"

There was no pet hospital near the school, so Fang Zhilian searched for the nearest one on the map, and took a taxi with Song Feijue.

The three-coloured cat was placed in a cage, and it was unwilling to butt its head from time to time.Before getting out of the car, Fang Zhilian didn't pay attention, and was almost bitten by it through the cage.

"It's so fierce." Fang Zhilian poked its tail, causing the Sanhuamao to growl again in vigilance.

"You take it," he handed the cage to Song Feijue consciously, "it seems to like you more."

After entering the pet hospital, Fang Zhilian went straight to the consulting room for an examination. After confirming that the expected date of delivery was over, and that cesarean section and neutering could be performed at the same time, the doctor pushed the Sanhua cat into the operating room, and Fang Zhilian was assigned to another hospital. The room is vaccinated.

The person who vaccinated him was a gentle and nimble female doctor. Fang Zhilian didn't dare to look at the needle, and just dawdled and turned his face away.

Fang Zhilian noticed the pain after realizing it, and began to pretend to be pitiful: "It hurts..."

Song Feijue glanced at Fang Zhilian, didn't speak, but raised his hand, and rubbed carefully the circle where the injection was made.

The rubbed skin began to itch unconsciously, and Fang Zhilian's heart was full of gongs and drums. He lowered his head stupidly, watching Song Feijue's fingers twirling on that small spot.

"When I was young, my mother said," Fang Zhilian didn't seem to find any ambiguity in this sentence, "After the injection, rub it and it won't hurt."

Song Feijue knew very well that he was talking about Cheng Lei, so he was silent for a few seconds, and just said "hmm".

"Actually, I'm quite forgetful." After a brief silence, Fang Zhilian said to himself.

Song Feijue's movements stopped, he was still holding Fang Zhilian's wrist, and he could hold hands a little further down.Fang Zhilian's fingers are slender, but his palms are small, as if he was born smaller than boys of the same age.

"I remember all the good things in random order. When I think of the bad things occasionally, I forget them." When Fang Zhilian talked about these things, his expression was not sad, but a little sad, and even he himself Unexplainable emotions.

"When they first divorced, my dad didn't look for a job, but went to date and dinner every day. The grandmother in the same hospital said that he was biting the old and soft, and I was biting the old and soft little mosquito."

Perhaps it was due to the rhyme of the dialect, Fang Zhilian said these words in a soft tone: "He only thinks about it and throws me a few dollars to buy food, like coaxing cats and dogs. And taking people home, sometimes Once I was playing with a friend at home, and he brought back an aunt he didn’t know, and my friend said it didn’t seem like my mother, and I was thinking—”

He paused, looking puzzled.

"It's strange. I didn't feel embarrassed at the time, nor was I ashamed. Instead, I was thinking, my mother is gone, so why didn't she take me away?"

Song Feijue seemed to see the five-year-old Fang Zhilian on his face, confused, puzzled, and lost.The big thing fell on the head, and it didn't disappear after a long time, but became the pea under the 99-layer mattress.

Asking himself, when Song Feijue saw Fang Zhilian, the idea of ​​revenge on Cheng Lei occurred to Song Feijue for more than a moment.

He is not a good person, just like Song Yuming, he has inherited half of Song Yuming's inferior genes.

"My dad said it was because she thought I was a burden, and I always thought so."

Fang Zhilian was still talking to himself in a low voice.

"But, wouldn't it be strange?" He suddenly raised his face, as if incomprehensible, "My father was the one who started the crime, he was the one who cheated, and he was the one who made the mistake. Is it wrong to choose the most correct one between the two paths?"

Song Feijue met his gaze and didn't answer.

"You're right," Fang Zhilian already understood the answer, "She just chose to be responsible to herself, and there is nothing wrong with that."

After he finished speaking, Song Feijue was silent for a long time.

Song Feijue's memory was brought back to the office 11 years ago. After Cheng Lei said those words condescendingly, Wen Peitang took a long time to think.

She held Song Feijue's hand very loosely, and it separated with a light tug, but she didn't.

When Wen Peitang held Song Feijue's hand tightly again, Song Yuming pushed open the door of the office.

It was the first time that Song Yuming tore off his mask in front of outsiders. He grabbed Wen Peitang's hair with his eyes wide open, and dragged her against the desk again and again. : "Divorce? Don't even think about it!"

A door could not block the sound of the beating and Wen Peitang's crying, but it seemed that no one heard outside the door, and there was a dead silence.

Song Feijue's last gaze stayed on the moment before he fell heavily to the ground, and Cheng Lei just happened to look over.

Cheng Lei's movement to close the door froze, and there might be some unbearable in her eyes, as well as a bit of contradiction that deviated from her original intention, but she looked into Song Feijue's eyes and closed the door anyway.

The next second, Song Feijue staggered his eyes and rushed towards Song Yuming who was continuing to be violent.

Was the accomplice wrong?

Song Feijue looked at Fang Zhilian, just as Fang Zhilian said, he also came up with a slightly different answer.

There is a mistake, but the accomplice is never the instigator, but chooses the wrong one on the only two roads.

Fang Zhilian was still looking downcast just now, but when he raised his head again, his expression changed again, as if he deliberately eased the atmosphere, and asked a new question: "What is the kitten's name?"

Song Feijue withdrew from the momentary hesitation: "Think for yourself."

"Okay..." Fang Zhilian held his face, thought for a while, and finally decided on a name.

You are the moon, then it is... Fang Zhi's eyelashes flicker.

"It's called Crescent Moon."

It has been two hours since Crescent Moon came out of the operation. There are incubators like small cubicles outside the operating room. Fang Zhilian watched the frail Crescent Crescent being carried into the incubator, and ran to the doctor worriedly to ask the doctor what happened after the surgery. Nursing issues.

Song Feijue and Crescent Moon looked at each other across the outer wall of the incubator, and made a mouth shape.

Facts have proved that Fang Zhilian was completely overwhelmed.

In less than an hour, Yue Yue recovered half of her energy. Although she was not as lively as before the operation, she at least ate half a can of food while cursing.

When Fang Zhilian came back after paying the fee, the newborn kittens had been put into the incubator and drank milk around the crescent moon.

And Yueya looked out of the incubator with a face full of despair, and suddenly made a few noises.

Fang Zhilian was still wondering how he could see all hopelessness from a cat's face, and it became even more strange when he heard the noise, so he turned to Song Feijue, "Is she not hungry again?"

Song Feijue still didn't say the phrase "it's scolding you", he shook his head, expressing that he was not very clear.

Fang Zhilian came to his senses, and called Yueya's name through the incubator, and he called Yueya with a smile on his face, and Yueya cursed at him, back and forth, as if responding.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Feijue's eyes fell on Fang Zhilian's side face, and he suddenly smiled.

Scientific research shows that according to the current rate of global temperature rise, it may take decades, hundreds or thousands of years for icebergs to completely melt.

But only Song Feijue knows that sometimes all an iceberg needs is a fire to melt.

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