desensitization therapy

In April, the sign of spring at home is rainy.Every rainy Monday morning, Fang Zhilian would pass by the familiar viaduct when taking the bus. He sat in the window seat in the second row, and the windows were brushed by dense and rapid raindrops, and the ticking sound became more and more clear .

Fang Zhilian hated the cold spring, no matter which city he was in.Since the heating stopped, the temperature difference between day and night has also widened, and the transition of seasons has been slow as if it has stagnated.

His story kicked off in such a rainy season.

Different from the continuous rainy season, the flow of time in the second semester of the third year of high school has become faster, starting from the return from winter vacation, to the second model two days ago, to the countdown to the college entrance examination that was erased and written on the blackboard.

The Friday after the end of the second model is the parent meeting, the first parent meeting in the second semester of the third year of high school, both the school and Duan Jiayu personally attach great importance to it.According to the class monitor, Duan Jiayu specially used a self-study class to simulate a speech in the office for this parent-teacher meeting.

Fang Zhilian's grades in the second model were about the same as those in the first model, no more, no less, just three points above the score line in the first book.

On the contrary, Zhu Wen has been ups and downs, and the first model has just seen a little improvement, but the second model has dropped by more than 30 points compared to the first model, and then fell again.

"Do you still want to go to a fair university?" On the day when the second-mode score line came out, when class was over, You Li turned her head and asked Zhu Wen calmly.

Zhu Wen turned a deaf ear, turned his head to the other side, half-closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Fang Zhilian was spinning his pen. He lowered his head and looked at the paper absently. Hearing this, he also raised his head to look at You Li in a daze, and stopped his movements.

The water-based pen was thrown to the ground by inertia, with a snap.

Except for Fang Zhilian, no one noticed the pen.

Yuli said, "Speak."

"Let's just say that, how can I pass the exam?" Zhu Wen finally replied, he grinned at You Li with his usual unscrupulous tone, "Do you really believe it?"

You Li stared at Zhu Wen expressionlessly, and for maybe a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and cursed harshly, quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, turned back, and straightened her back.

Fang Zhilian saw that Zhu Wen lowered his head without saying a word, buried his head in his arms, and didn't raise his head for a long time.

The water-based pen on the ground was lying alone on the yellowed floor tiles, the tip of the pen was pointing straight to the blackboard, and it said the countdown to the college entrance examination, and there were [-] days left.

Fang Zhilian looked at it for a while, then bent down and picked up the pen.

He suddenly panicked for no reason.

Before school was over in the evening, Zhu Wen returned to his usual playful smile, as if the awkwardness with You Li in the morning was just Fang Zhilian's hallucination.

The parents' meeting had to set the table and do some simple cleaning. Zhu Wen told jokes to the art committee members who wrote the notice of the parents' meeting on the blackboard.

Fang Zhilian watched You Li packing her schoolbag in rare silence, and Tao Jiaqi, who was waiting for her at the front door, looked embarrassed, and his eyes kept wandering between Zhu Wen and You Li, as if there was some invisible barrier between them, clearly distinct.

But Yuli didn't say anything in the end, she carried her schoolbag and left with Tao Jiaqi.

"Zhu Wen," Fang Zhilian called Zhu Wen, "Let's go?"

Zhu Wen suddenly came back to his senses: "Oh."

He jumped down from the podium: "You go first, I will accompany Zheng Jiawen to finish writing before leaving."

"You are so beautiful," the literary and art committee member on the podium rolled his eyes in this direction, "I need you to accompany me!"

"You're just kidding! I'm not going to accompany you!" Zhu Wen also smiled at others, and turned to Fang Zhilian, but the smile hadn't faded away.

"I have to wait for my mother to finish the parent-teacher meeting and go with her. By the way, I will ask Mr. Duan about the single move. Maybe there is still hope. You go first, don't wait for me."

Zhu Wen sat back on his seat carelessly, and moved the papers one by one into the table hole without raising his head.

Fang Zhilian stood there for a long time before answering "Yes".

He grabbed a bag of schoolbags and was about to go out when he heard Zhu Wen's muffled voice: "Fang Zhilian."

"Tell me," Zhu Wen said in a low voice, a little confused, "Can I get into a fair university?"

The stairway lights on the north side of the first floor of Shiyu Building are turned off all year round. Occasionally, someone passes by on the third floor, and the incandescent lamps are gray when they are turned on.

"Is Auntie here?" Fang Zhilian held onto the smooth handrail of the stairs and swayed restlessly.

"Not yet." Song Feijue put away the phone.

Fang Zhilian nodded. He wandered slowly for a long time before he said thoughtfully, "I don't think I'll be back to Pingyi until next month."

Song Feijue looked down at him leaning all his weight on the handrail of the stairs, leaning back and falling, with a precarious look: "Isn't it cold?"

"It's not cold," Fang Zhilian was puzzled, but when Song Feijue handed over his hand, he still held it and stood up, "Your hand is even colder."

Song Feijue pretended to withdraw his hand, but Fang Zhilian blinked and refused to let go.

"I really don't want to go back. It would be great if my household registration could be moved to Linchuan, where I take the college entrance examination in Linchuan." Fang Zhilian said to himself, talking nonsense.

"Soon," Song Feijue said, "less than two months."

"Not at all fast."

"is it?"

"Calculate in one and a half months... 45 days, that's 1080 hours, 64800 minutes, 3888000 seconds. There are still milliseconds, this is not counted, it's too complicated."

"Mathematics has improved."

"..." Fang Zhilian glanced at Song Feijue's indifferent expression, his face collapsed, and he became even more melancholy, "You are laughing at me."

Song Feijue seemed to be smiling, leaned over and pinched Fang Zhilian's ear, it was very soft.

Fang Zhilian let him pinch his mouth, shook his head left and right, and responded like a little robot: "Please insert coins after timeout."

"Soon." Song Feijue withdrew his hand, suppressed his smile, looked at Fang Zhilian firmly and said, "After the college entrance examination is over, we will go to Yanjing together."

Fang Zhilian remembered the words Zhu Wen asked him in the classroom just now, as well as You Li, and the water-based pen that fell out of class that made him flustered.He temporarily tossed those thoughts to the blank space on the other side of his mind.

There is no logic, no hesitation, no weighing pros and cons.

He answered Song Feijue without thinking, "Okay."

"But you still have to insert coins," said the little robot quite impartially, "you can't evade coins."

There was a thin smile on the corner of Song Feijue's lips, he lowered his eyes, and replaced the coin with a cheating kiss.

They exchanged a warm kiss, tasted it lightly, and it was fragrant.Like the water shadow of a pond full of ponds in a spring night, the wind blows and wrinkles the pond.

The taste of this kiss was so incredible that when the incandescent light on the roof suddenly turned on, Fang Zhilian was still immersed in the dizzy kiss and didn't open his eyes immediately.

Until strange footsteps came from the corner of the stairs, Fang Zhilian opened his eyes belatedly, and saw Tao Jiaqi folded his hands, taking a step back unconsciously, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You..." Tao Jiaqi was still in a state of shock, she didn't know whether to look at Song Feijue or Fang Zhilian, she had nowhere to look.

Fang Zhilian let go of his hand all of a sudden, he turned his eyes to Song Feijue as if asking for help, but was speechless when he saw the calm expression on Song Feijue's face.

"Didn't you leave with You Li..." The words came out faster than thinking, and Fang Zhilian felt a bit questioning as soon as the words came out, and immediately corrected, "That's not what it meant..."

Fortunately, Tao Jiaqi obviously didn't react, and he replied stammeringly: "I, I left my library card in the study room, come back and get it."

Going to the library at such a late hour, Fang Zhilian was in awe, he thought about it and felt something was wrong, is it time to learn from others?

"You two were just now..." Tao Jiaqi seemed to react just faster than Fang Zhilian, with a surprised expression.

"Yes." Without waiting for Fang Zhilian to answer, Song Feijue answered first, "Can you keep it secret for us?"

Tao Jiaqi's eyes widened. When she met Song Feijue's gaze, her face inexplicably burned up. Fortunately, she couldn't see clearly in the dark.

Fang Zhilian's heart was flustered, and he wanted to say something, but he lost his temper again.

"Understood." Tao Jiaqi nodded reflexively, without looking at Song Feijue, bit his lip and said, "I'll... go now."

She rubbed against the corner, as if she had been stimulated to avoid the two of them on purpose, and ran down without looking back.

There was silence in the stairwell.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zhilian said, "It's over."

Along the way, Fang Zhilian kept muttering the word "it's over", and this symptom ended before meeting Wen Peitang.

Wen Peitang wore a light purple dress with a pearl white knitted cardigan, which looked extraordinarily gentle.

She stood at the door of the classroom, but didn't go in, showing a soft smile to Fang Zhilian.

Fang Zhilian was dizzy, but she was still dizzy, so she quickly jumped from the previous nervousness to the next nervousness, and said politely, "Hello, Auntie."

When he thought of kissing Song Feijue in the corridor just now, and now he came to see his parents unexpectedly again, he felt a sense of immorality for a moment, his expression tightened inexplicably, and he secretly hooked Song Feijue's hand behind his back.

Wen Peitang smiled lightly, her left hand was tightly grasped on the sleeve of her right arm, her raised smile was a little nervous and cautious, but she still nodded to Fang Zhilian: "Hello."

They exchanged pleasantries outside the classroom, mostly Wen Peitang asked, and Fang Zhilian answered.Wen Peitang was not a talkative person, but it was rare to see Song Feijue had friends by his side, so he couldn't help asking a few more questions.

Before the parent meeting started, people passed by them one after another.

Perhaps because of Wen Peitang's gentle personality, Fang Zhilian relaxed while chatting, and didn't even notice that the cell phone he was holding was on and off, so Wen Peitang reminded him.

"Looks like there's a phone call?" Wen Peitang pinned the hair behind his ear and asked with concern.

Fang Zhilian vaguely saw a blue flash in front of his eyes, but he didn't pay attention. He turned on his phone and said, "It's my mother."

He didn't notice Song Feijue's suddenly sharp eyes, and gently tugged Song Feijue's finger behind his back, intentionally or not.

"Are you looking for you?" Wen Peitang said empathetically, "I'm really sorry for taking you so long."

Fang Zhilian denied it and called Cheng Lei back: "No, no, my mother asked me which floor and which class I was in."

Wen Peitang nodded knowingly, she glanced into the classroom, brushed the broken hair around her ears again, and inadvertently revealed a large bruise inside her elbow.

There was always a beeping busy voice on the opposite side, Fang Zhilian muttered a few words why he didn't answer, but in a blink of an eye, his sight seemed to be frozen.

The trace of bruising was too abrupt. When Wen Peitang lowered his arm, he couldn't see what was going on, but now it clearly showed his presence.

Fang Zhilian didn't have time to turn his questioning eyes to Song Feijue, only to feel his hand loosen suddenly.

Song Feijue let go of his hand.

Fang Zhilian turned his head as if feeling something, and he saw Cheng Lei standing at the corner of the stairs, walking towards them step by step.

If Fang Zhilian looked away now, he would definitely see the indifferent, subtle and sarcastic expression on Song Feijue's face, which was the closest to the real side that he had never seen before.

But he didn't.Fang Zhilian's palms were cold and his scalp was numb. The only nerve he could think about was tense, and it was still on the hand he and Song Feijue were holding behind their backs.

Did Cheng Lei see it?

As it got closer, Cheng Lei stopped briefly, but within two seconds, her expression returned to calm again.

At the beginning, Wen Peitang didn't see clearly who the person opposite was, after all, they had changed a lot after a long time.

But when Cheng Lei really stood in front of her, she finally vaguely remembered the serious and calm newcomer lawyer in the office 11 years ago.

"Lawyer Cheng?" Wen Peitang's tone was somewhat uncertain, perhaps even surprised.

The knocking of high heels on the ground stopped.Cheng Lei pushed the cold silver-rimmed mirror frame, briefly glanced at Song Feijue, and calmly nodded to Wen Peitang beside him.

"Hello."

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