desensitization therapy

If Fang Zhilian's eyes were a video camera, what he recorded at this moment would be the precious and only scene before the transition of a movie.

The moon is the only lighting. The texture of the lens in Fang Zhilian’s camera has a Yu Dafu-like melancholy. Even the filter is a layer of gray, and Song Feijue under the lens is the most unpredictable concept.

He is like the fog in Linchuan itself, the sight cast from top to bottom can't see the reality, if you don't pay attention, you will be sucked into the turbulent undercurrent.

But when Fang Zhilian was held by Song Feijue's wrist and lifted into the air and placed on the bay window, he felt that Song Feijue was like a princess with long hair who was trapped on a high tower day after day.

Fang Zhilian sat on the bay window covered with a soft blanket.He was in a hurry to go out, and he only wore a gray hooded sweater and jeans, and a section of white ankle was exposed, dangling uneasily.

"Does my clothes smell like kittens?" Fang Zhilian raised his arms and sniffed the cuffs of the sweater with his nose.

He hooked Song Feijue's shoulder shyly, but turned his face to the other side, half of it was missing, half of it was shyness after not seeing him for a long time: "The crescent moon drilled into my bed just now, and made me covered in cat fur."

Song Feijue lowered his body.In the quiet room, their shadows were very close together.

"No."

But instead he said, "Smells like a puppy."

What does a puppy smell like?Fang Zhilian smiled, touched the tip of Song Feijue's nose with the tip of his nose, and said very cooperatively, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

"Puppy still likes to bite people." Fang Zhilian muttered unreasonably.He leaned in and bit Song Feijue's thin lower lip, and then retreated quickly as if showing timidity again.

Song Feijue's lips were cold, he raised his eyes, and just looked at Fang Zhilian steadfastly.

Fang Zhilian had just tasted some sweetness, but he had to shake his head, put all the messy sweet ideas behind him, and give way to the first serious matter.

"Happy birthday." Fang Zhilian grabbed one side of the squashed leaf branch and half knelt on the soft blanket to put it on for Song Feijue.

"February 2th, I remember." Fang Zhilian straightened the circle of leaf branches and smoothed out the wrinkled leaves. "Without a birthday hat, can a laurel wreath make do?"

"Why a laurel wreath?"

"I commend you."

Fang Zhilian didn't say anything about rewards, and as if juggling, he took out a bunch of stacked Kawasaki paper roses from behind.

The paper roses are blue, seventeen in total, lined with light gray wrapping paper and bow ribbons.

Fang Zhilian did not forget to explain: "I have written what I want to say on the back of each paper rose, and together it is a letter. There are 17 roses, which means... congratulations on a happy adulthood!"

"Wait...wait for me."

Having said all that should be said, Fang Zhilian's heart was broken, he raised his face and kissed Song Feijue's chin, then groped and kissed his cheek again, like a puppy occupying space, leaving a circle of saliva in a haphazard way print.

This innocent kiss didn't last long, Song Feijue took over the initiative.

The white gauze curtain faintly leaked some moonlight, and they kissed under the moonlight.

Fang Zhilian sat on the bay window at an extremely high height, turned his head and kissed Song Feijue.Behind him was a gushing wind, blowing him in the only direction.

Song Feijue suddenly pinched his nose, and the oxygen and space were squeezed infinitely.Fang Zhilian's arm weakened weakly, he absorbed the air that passed through that kiss, his soul floated in mid-air briefly, and was blown farther and farther.

At the end of this aggressive kiss, Fang Zhilian almost had the illusion that he was alive after a catastrophe.

As if he couldn't breathe, he lowered his eyelashes and breathed greedily, once and for a while, and it took a long time for him to recover.

Song Feijue's fingers were still inserted between Fang Zhilian's soft and dense hair, he heard Fang Zhilian say to himself: "I found that you may really be a little..."

"What's the matter?" Song Feijue seemed to be in a good mood, he changed his silence, and there was a little smile in his voice.

Maybe it was really a little trembling, Fang Zhilian had chest tightness and shortness of breath.He found that he actually fell in love with this feeling of being controlled, which was ridiculous.

But the puppy is an honest puppy, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of Song Feijue's nose, and changed the subject vaguely: "Now you also smell like a puppy."

"Your smell." Song Feijue slightly hooked the corner of his mouth with half of his face out of the shadow.

When the love is strong, there is no need for light, the eyes and the breath are glued, and they kiss together again.

Fang Zhilian had to go to the cram school the next day, and he ran out of the house without saying a word because he was guilty, so he just lay flat on the bed and let himself go.

Song Feijue's pillow has a pleasant mint and lemon aroma, probably from the shower gel.Fang Zhilian hugged his pillow and sniffed it again and again. He felt a little abnormal, and when he saw Song Feijue coming out of the bathroom, he quickly let go of his hand.

Song Feijue paused slightly, but as if he didn't see it, he asked calmly, "Turn off the light?"

"...Close it." Just as Fang Zhilian finished speaking, the room was suddenly pitch black.

He was a little lucky, but fortunately Song Feijue closed quickly.Otherwise, I didn't blush when I kissed, but when I mentioned turning off the lights, my ears burned so hot that I couldn't wash it off completely.

After a rustle, Song Feijue lay down beside him.

"What time is class in the morning?"

"Eight o'clock... get up at 06:30."

"I send you."

"What are you giving..." Fang Zhilian lay upright, he didn't dare to turn over, his heart was beating like a drum, "I, I'm sleeping."

Song Feijue seemed to be smiling, and his voice was very low: "Nervous?"

"Not nervous, what are you nervous about?" Fang Zhilian asked knowingly, he turned his face away slowly, avoiding Song Feijue's sight, twisted his fingers in the quilt, and yawned pretendingly.

Song Feijue didn't expose him, and let Fang Zhilian close his eyes in a self-deceiving manner, and no one said a word.

Originally, he was just pretending to be asleep, but Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, and felt sleepy for some reason.The thick air was pressing on the eyelashes, and he tried to blink, but the eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He had a beautiful dream, like the world in a fairy tale book.In the dream, there is neither him nor Song Feijue, but there is the motionless Tin Woodman and Rapunzel trapped on the tower.

Fang Zhilian's eyes finally turned into a camera, and he recorded the scenes in the fairy tale world frame by frame.Most of these scenes are meaningless and repetitive, and even the green background of singing birds and flowers seems to be just a curtain.

Until one day, Rapunzel suddenly let go of her long hair in the fairy tale world, and the motionless Tin Woodman also moved.He turned to the camera, a living heart beating faintly in his chest.

"I've always thought that love is an illusion, just a self-deception caused by excessive dopamine secretion." The tin woodman's rusty lips opened and closed.

"Many people tend to misunderstand that it is love. In fact, it is just a chemical reaction. When the long or short expiration date passes, the brain feels tired, and this emotion is over."

Fang Zhilian was a qualified camera, and he quietly and inexplicably expected what the Tin Woodman would say next.

After a long silence, the Tin Woodman stared at the camera.

"But if that person is you, I'd rather pretend I don't know and be tricked by it," he said.

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