desensitization therapy

The knock on the door was heavy and urgent, mixed with a few words of dissatisfaction.

Wen Peitang just entered the guest room and took a nap with his eyes closed. He didn't sleep deeply, and almost woke up when he heard a knock on the door.

Through a thin door, Wen Peitang hesitantly asked who it was twice, but got no answer, and the knock on the door became more urgent.

Despite doubts, Wen Peitang tentatively opened a small gap.Standing outside the door was a strange face, who seemed to have walked into the wrong room drunk, and there was a smoky smell of alcohol all over his body.

While Wen Peitang was looking at her, the strange middle-aged man was also looking at her through the gap.

"Mrs. Song?" The drunken man was a little slurred.

Wen Peitang was not used to being called this name, so he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "You went wrong."

But what happened next overturned Wen Peitang's cognition.

The man's arm blocked the gap, and he tugged on his crumpled tie, and the breath made Wen Peitang couldn't help but take a step back.

"Going wrong?" The other party took the opportunity to step forward and squeeze into the room, the door was gently closed with a crisp click, "You didn't go wrong."

When Ye Xiling hurried up to the second floor, Song Feijue was knocking on the door, she didn't care to catch her breath, and first handed out the thing in her palm: "The key."

The sound insulation of the room is very good, and the sound coming from the room can hardly be heard from the corridor.But when Song Feijue opened the door and saw the back of the man lying on the sofa, he only had one thought.

And he did.

One second before the fragments of the vase exploded on the man's head, the man just stuck out his tongue hastily, and the next second, he had already fallen straight down on the sofa.

Wen Peitang was pinned down by the other party's lower body and couldn't move. Her face was full of tears, and the dress slipped from her shoulders, desperately resisting the silent man.

Fortunately, Song Feijue kicked the man away, and Wen Peitang's vision finally gradually became clear, but when she saw the faint blood on the back of the man's head, her expression changed suddenly.

"Is he dead?" Wen Peitang looked at the motionless person on the ground, tremblingly wanting to probe his breath, but the sudden fear made her dare not seek a result.

Song Feijue didn't answer, his eyes fell on Wen Peitang's shoulder that was pinched red due to exertion, and the arm beside him trembled imperceptibly.

"I'm still breathing," Ye Xiling came in at some unknown time, she squatted on the ground, raised her face with a smile, and replied instead of Song Feijue, "Don't worry, auntie."

Wen Peitang caught his breath and looked at her in disbelief.

"you……"

Ye Xiling didn't seem to see the terrified look on Wen Peitang's face, she straightened up slowly, and met Song Feijue's undecided gaze.

Finally, those eyes were no longer a calm pool of stagnant water.

"My father has many sons and daughters, but do you know why he only brought me here?" Ye Xiling smiled and asked an inappropriate question, and whispered in a volume that only Song Feijue could hear clearly, "Because in his In my eyes, I am good enough."

What she said seemed to be playing riddles, and it was a coincidence that Song Feijue was very good at guessing riddles.

"Two people can become an alliance, which means that there must be a bond between them that can obtain common interests."

"If you are willing to be my ally," Ye Xiling paused, and finally gave a reasonable explanation for the obvious abnormal behavior these days, "Congratulations, you can end this boring vacation early."

At 05:30 in the morning, Song Feijue and Wen Peitang arrived in Sydney from Brisbane to transit.

There is only one entrance to the island, and you can only leave when the yacht docks.Ye Xiling was in charge of helping them contact Shuifeichu Island and doing some aftermath work.

Wen Peitang's mood was not stable all the time. From the moment she left the island until she arrived in Linchuan, she was always in a state of anxiety.

"I called that person, and it has nothing to do with you..." Wen Peitang was still chanting these words until she got into the taxi. looking at the driver in the front seat.

"By the way, tell your father, tell him. The most he can do is beat me up to calm down. Now this is the only way..."

"Mom." Song Feijue lowered his eyes to look at Wen Peitang, his eyes were tired, but he promised very firmly, "You trust me."

Wen Peitang's shoulders slumped, and the sight of the front window could not be focused.

Perhaps it was the familiar environment that brought Wen Peitang a long-lost but short-lived sense of security, and she finally calmed down.After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

It was already night when I returned to the house in the suburbs. Wen Peitang entered the door in a daze. When she stared at the familiar decorations and objects in front of her, she only had a sad thought in her heart.

Back in this cage again.

Whenever she tries to escape from this place, the most frightening thing is not that there is nowhere to escape, nor that she will never be able to escape.It was Song Yuming who could always tell her under meticulous control that this cage that gave her all the pain turned out to be the safest place compared to the outside.

Song Feijue didn't urge Wen Peitang, he quietly watched Wen Peitang turn his eyes and enter the living room.

The screen of the phone, which had not been turned on, suddenly lit up, and several messages flooded into the notification bar.

Song Feijue raised his eyes, and the first few messages that caught his eyes were Fang Zhilian's news.

It took a lot of time to get out of the island, transfer to the plane, and then come back. Earlier, Fang Zhilian just thought he was busy, but later realized something was wrong, and sent a few more messages.

Song Feijue covered the screen with his fingers, and was about to reply when a new message popped up on the notification bar.

The message came from an unknown number.

Song Feijue roughly glanced at the content, and when he looked up again, he happened to meet a surveillance camera that was flashing a red dot.

He staggered his eyes indistinctly, his eyelashes were dark.

"Okay." The first message says it's being sent.

Song Feijue's fingers paused, and he continued typing: "But not now."

Perhaps it was due to exhaustion and fright, Wen Peitang, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, just washed up briefly, and then went back to the room to rest.

Song Feijue wrote back a WeChat message to Fang Zhilian, and returned to the room after washing up. Seeing that Fang Zhilian hadn't returned, he called again.

The first call was not connected, Song Feijue put the phone on his lap, let the light on the screen go out, and dialed the second call.

This time Fang Zhilian picked it up very quickly, but his voice was a little hurried, accompanied by the rustling of clothes: "I was just about to call you!"

Song Feijue's voice was low: "Call me?"

"That's right," Fang Zhilian seemed to hesitate for a moment, with a hesitant voice, "But did you just get home? Is Auntie asleep? Are you tired after flying all day? Actually, I'm fine..."

"Where are you?" Song Feijue asked.

The other side was quiet for two seconds, and replied inarticulately: "I'm... running at night?"

now?Song Feijue didn't say whether he believed it or not, he seemed to be smiling, but the corners of his lips parted, as if it was just an illusion of fading interest.

"Really," Fang Zhilian added, "Are you going to sleep?"

Song Feijue was leaning against the bay window, outside the window was the black night mixed with dark blue, quiet.The shattered mirrors of the moon splashed everywhere, within reach.

But he was also in a mess and couldn't pick anyone up.

"not yet."

Song Feijue stretched out his fingers and brushed against the window frame of the bay window. The faint moon shadow reflected outside was refracted in, forming a shadow with him.

The other side took a deep breath.

"Actually, I want to say," Fang Zhilian said, "Happy birthday."

"Am I the first?"

Song Feijue's hand rested on the cold window frame, not falling.

Fang Zhilian seemed to be panting and laughing, and couldn't help coughing twice: "I just came out when I received the WeChat message. I thought that even if I couldn't wish you a happy birthday, I would secretly stuff presents like Santa Claus It's good to go to the window."

"But when I heard your voice, I changed my mind again. Not only do I want to wish you a happy birthday, but I also want to be the first person to say happy birthday to you," Fang Zhilian's voice was clearly very soft, falling on Song Fei But Jue's ear was very clear, "Can you open the window for me?"

This time Song Feijue didn't answer any more, he opened the window frame that had been closed for a long time.

The moon hanging in the sky poured down the window frame.

As cold air kept pouring in, Fang Zhilian raised his face and smiled at him through the mist, his fingers still resting on the last touch of love on the glass window.

For a second, Song Feijue thought of the Tin Woodman in the story of The Wizard of Oz.He was caught in a storm, his metal joints rusted, and the cursed ax kept hacking at his body.

Even so, the Tin Woodman still wanted to find a heart.Because no one can love another without a heart.

So the Tin Woodman went over mountains and ridges, and wandered blindly in the world.

And now, he finally found that heart.

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