desensitization therapy

The third negotiation between Fang Zhilian and the security guard outside the villa area ended in failure again.

"Little classmate, outsiders are not allowed in the park," the security guard told him in a friendly voice, "You can call your classmate first, and if the owner allows you to register, you will be allowed in."

"I sent a text message, maybe he didn't see it." Fang Zhilian shook his phone helplessly.

Fang Zhilian was frozen outside the park for nearly an hour. Fortunately, the security guards were kind. It was a pity to see him standing at the door with a big bag blowing the cold wind, so he let him into the security room to keep warm.

But as the temperature fluctuated from hot to cold, Fang Zhilian started coughing again.

He was afraid that people would think he had a cold, so he consciously moved to the door to put some distance away.

"Can't we just register?"

"This is really not good."

There happened to be a black Bentley coming in outside, Fang Zhilian asked with his face on his face, "People are not allowed in, is there a car dealership?"

The security guard ruthlessly denied him: "This is our owner's car, taxis are not allowed."

Just a few minutes after entering the Bentley, it went back and forth again. This time the driver did not drive away directly, but lowered the window.

The security guard opened the door and walked to the side of the car. The driver of the Bentley poked his head out and whispered a few words to him.

Fang Zhilian couldn't hear their conversation through a layer of green glass. He glanced casually, but felt that the people sitting in the back row looked familiar.

In the first few seconds, Fang Zhilian didn't remember how familiar the people in the back seat were, but when his eyes fell on the buzzing small TV on the table, that exceptionally clear face gradually overlapped with the people in the back seat up.

No wonder Zhu Wen said that Song Feijue's father was famous, and he belatedly remembered the time he met him by chance.

While Fang Zhilian was looking at Song Yuming, Song Yuming was also looking at him.

It's just that the green glass door couldn't be seen clearly from the outside, Song Yuming glanced at it twice, and then looked away again.

The security guard came in again, and a lot of cold air was brought in through the opening of the door, which made Fang Zhilian, who was sitting by the door, want to cough again.

"Brother," Fang Zhilian called the security guard twice as young, "All the people living here belong to the municipal party committee?"

If a strange adult asks this question, it will inevitably make people feel malicious and give rise to some vigilance.

However, Fang Zhilian had a good appearance, a pair of innocent and pure almond eyes, and he was an ignorant high school student, as if he was simply curious about this question.

The security guard shook his index finger with a smile and said nothing, and took out two green-wrapped ice creams from the small refrigerator under the cabinet, as if they were some kind of medium to start chatting.

"Little classmate, would you like an ice cream?"

It took Wen Peitang a long time to calm down.

She stood up slowly, ready to go back to the other hall to clean up the tea sets and teacups that had been overturned on the floor, but when she got up, she frowned slightly and rubbed her waist with an uneasy expression.

"What's wrong with the waist?" Song Feijue sensed the discomfort in her movements.

"It's okay." Wen Peitang didn't want to worry Song Feijue, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a forced smile, "I guess I'm tired, I'll just go and rest after cleaning up."

"I'll clean it up." Song Feijue said.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up, Wen Peitang rolled up the tea-stained carpet and handed it to Song Feijue.

Today's Song Yuming is not too much, but if he got angry in the past, it would not be a matter of throwing a cup and splashing tea.

Wen Peitang was fortunate in this.

After packing up the tea set and passing the aquarium, Wen Peitang accidentally looked up and found one of the male short-tailed Liujin floating on the water with its white belly turned upside down, its two glazed eyes had been emptied, leaving only empty eye sockets .

Wen Peitang looked astonished, and quickly turned on the light to fish out the short-tailed Ryukin.

She took a closer look at the net and found that she was dead.Song Feijue's voice just happened to come from outside: "Mom, I'll go downstairs first, you should go to bed early."

Wen Peitang tilted the hand holding the net, and the short-tailed Ryukin fell to the floor along the slope of the net, with a clatter.

"Okay." Wen Peitang didn't have time to say anything else, he just responded in a panic, the sound of the door opening outside paused, and then closed.

In a daze, Wen Peitang seemed to have seen the short-tailed Ryukin that was clearly dead fluttered at the moment it fell to the ground, but in a blink of an eye, only the motionless body of the goldfish and a puddle of small fish remained on the floor. water stains.

Wen Peitang turned his attention to the aquarium, and the few remaining goldfish looked the same as usual, with their tail fins drawing a shallow ripple in the water.

"Why did you die?" She mused to herself and shook her head.

Fang Zhilian chatted with the security guard all night, from the owners of the two villas in the south to the one in the west, Song Yuming didn't get a lot of news, but he knew that a popular female star had a lot of gossip in the past two years .

I don't know when it started to snow. The electric heater in the room made Fang Zhilian's whole body warm, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep. Only when he saw the sporadic snowflakes outside did he realize that it was getting late.

"What time is it?" Fang Zhilian asked and answered, picked up the phone and looked, "It's midnight!"

The security guard also reacted: "Does your high school still have classes tomorrow? Hurry up and come back next time when you are free."

If you are free, you are free, Fang Zhilian blinked speciously, but it is not certain.

Song Feijue didn't even reply to his text messages, so it's probably over this time, and he might be treated as a stalker who didn't know how to get the address.

It was too disappointing to say it, Fang Zhilian agreed, pushed the door open with the bag, and turned to bid farewell to the security guard.

A few mischievous fine snow fell on the tip of his nose, which quickly melted into water and made him wet.

The pervasive cold air made Fang Zhilian feel his nose itchy, he quickly turned his head, this time he couldn't hold back, and sneezed.

Winter can be really annoying.

Fang Zhilian's whole face was about to wrinkle. He lifted the bag loosely on his wrist, then raised his head, and saw Song Feijue, who was standing in front of him, wearing a black sweater.

Can you take back that sentence just now?Fang Zhilian asked the sky and the earth, winter is really joyful.

Under the night, Linchuan seemed to slow down.The snow fell finely and densely, and the shattered hazy yellow lights fell on the snow, like a silent and flowing pantomime, which made people unable to tell where was the light and where was the snow.

Fang Zhilian didn't have time to cough, he was busy looking at Song Feijue.

Song Feijue seemed to come down in a hurry, with no overcoat on, only a thin black sweater, and a clear and straight collarbone looming.

On the other hand, Fang Zhilian was wearing a thick white down jacket with a fluffy collar turned up, making his face no bigger than a palm, and his ears were a little red.

Silly like a bun, Song Feijue thought of a cute metaphor for no reason.

But at this moment, the stuffed bun didn't know where Song Feijue was going to take him, so he boldly hooked the knuckle of the index finger of Song Feijue's right hand, pinched and tugged it lightly.

Song Feijue really stopped and turned his head.

"How long have you been here?" Before Fang Zhilian could speak, Song Feijue paused for breath and asked first.

"Not long," Fang Zhilian lied, "Actually, I just arrived. I just left the house when I sent you a text message."

Song Feijue didn't know whether he believed it or not, his expression remained the same, his eyes were pure black, like dirty ice slowly melting.

"And the address, I asked Teacher Duan for it."

"Ah."

There is a dense layer of creaking underfoot, and the scattered lights are like the moon in the water, splashing on the thin snow surface of different shades.

"Happy Christmas Eve!" Fang Zhilian let go of his hand and jumped up pretending to be happy, and the plastic bag in his hand vibrated a few times as he jumped up.

Song Feijue's face was cold, and he was beautiful enough to suit his wishes, but his eyes were hot.

"It seems to have passed, so let me be the last one to wish you a happy Christmas Eve." Fang Zhilian breathed out, his eyelashes curled, and handed over the plastic bag in his hand, "A gift for you , Merry Christmas! This time is the first."

Song Feijue still didn't answer, he took the bag with a certain weight in Fang Zhilian's hand, and saw that there were many plump red apples and oranges inside.

"Apple is the fruit of peace, and oranges are the fulfillment of wishes. Adding them together means double peace and peace, and wishes come true." Fang Zhilian explained on the side.

Song Feijue looked at the bag, lowered his eyes, and for the first time did not show that casual smile, the tense expression on his face was between the critical point of restraint and relaxation.

"I have nothing to give you," he said.

"It's okay," Fang Zhilian smiled foolishly, like a naive puppy, with a sincere energy to catch a butterfly and pick up a frisbee, "I've earned it to see you at Christmas."

Seeing Song Feijue's hand lying beside him, Fang Zhilian suddenly thought of something, took off one of the gloves on his right hand, and put it on Song Feijue on his own: "Are you cold? You are the only one, I have to go, and tomorrow morning..."

In the next second, the cold touch on his lips made Fang Zhilian lose his ability to speak.

It was a natural kiss.

Fang Zhilian felt the coolness on the left cheek, but the other side where he put on the gloves for Song Feijue was soft and rough.

He was holding his face, and it took him a long time to learn to kiss back ignorantly.Between the lips and teeth is the sweetness of the mung bean ice cream that I just ate, and the breath is the unique smell of mint leaves from Song Feijue, mixed with a snow that makes people's hearts sway.

The snow passed them in the winter.

Fang Zhilian raised his hand, he hugged Song Feijue's shoulder, and put his nose against the tip of his nose.

In the airtight kiss, what he relies on for survival is the oxygen given to him by the round of water and moon.

Who says puppies can't live in the eyes of the moon?

Fang Zhilian doesn't care whether today is the end of the world predicted by the Mayan civilization, or whether the universe will perish at the end of the 21st century.

All he cared about was every second of eternity, the unknown person in front of him, and the lingering and long kiss in the shadow of the street lamp in the evening.