desensitization therapy

Since the early morning, it has been raining intermittently.

Fang Zhilian sat by the bed, wearing only a crumpled white T-shirt. Compared with Song Feijue's black T-shirt, it looked a bit like a couple's outfit.He fiddled with his dripping hair intermittently, poking his head to look at Song Feijue's phone screen.

Wen Peitang's missed call was made two hours ago, and there was also a text message asking Song Feijue if he had a good time with his friends and when he would be home tomorrow.

Song Feijue only saw the text message a few minutes ago, and he immediately called Wen Peitang back, but Wen Peitang never answered.

The rain outside the window is still dull, and the occasional rumble of thunder makes people feel uneasy.

"It's almost two o'clock," Fang Zhilian glanced at the wall clock on the opposite wall, "Is Auntie asleep, didn't you hear me?"

Song Feijue's frown remained undiminished, and he denied it: "She often suffers from insomnia and always wakes up several times in the middle of the night."

Fang Zhilian fiddled with his bangs, and asked worriedly, "Then..."

Who else should I call?He couldn't think of it for a while.

"I have to go back."

Song Feijue turned his face sideways, tightened his palms, and calmly looked directly at Fang Zhilian and said.

Fang Zhilian was still in a daze, but when he heard this, he grabbed Song Feijue's wrist almost without thinking.

"I'll go back with you!" Fang Zhilian's voice was a little tense, he grabbed Song Feijue's palm, like a gesture that a child would only make if he relied on someone - firmly hugged him in his arms, and then pulled him closer .

"Now."

From Linyudao to Linchuan, the earliest bus departure is at 06:30 in the morning.And because of the rain, there were no taxis around.

In the end, the owner of the hotel helped them find a chartered car that could leave immediately.

The driver of the chartered car is not very talkative, but he looks very kind, probably a local who was born and raised on the island.

After saving the time for communication, Fang Zhilian slowly relaxed.He held Song Feijue's finger, and lowered his head towards the car window a little bit.

I don't know if it was too hard for the first time, but Fang Zhilian didn't feel the discomfort in his body until now, it was sore everywhere, and there was still a painful and itchy feeling of emptiness underneath.

Seeing that his head was about to hit the car window, Song Feijue turned Fang Zhilian's face a little and let him lean on his shoulder.

"Go to sleep for a while."

"I'm not sleepy...are you sleepy?"

Song Feijue didn't answer, he squeezed Fang Zhilian's palm and said, "I'll call you when we arrive."

Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, not sure if he nodded.

"You toss me a little bit next time..." He muttered vaguely, "It's a limited edition, and it will be gone if it breaks."

Song Feijue actually smiled, and gently rubbed Fang Zhilian's earlobe flesh with his cool fingertips, and said "um".

Although this laugh is very short.

But laughing is always laughing.Fang Zhilian thought contentedly, smelling the scent of mint leaves that reassured him, he slowly fell asleep.

It was not possible to sleep soundly in the car, but Fang Zhilian rested on Song Feijue's shoulder, and fell asleep dizzily all the way to the end.

In a daze, the driver in the front row asked in substandard Mandarin: "Are you both getting off here?"

Song Feijue seemed to answer something, but Fang Zhilian didn't catch it.Half of his consciousness seemed to be floating in the air. Under the dim tungsten lamp, a weight whose shape and weight could not be seen clearly was suspended in the air by a transparent silk thread, sinking precariously.

What would happen if that weight fell down?

Fang Zhilian suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Are you there?" The car has come to a complete stop. Fang Zhilian watched the ground without rain traces in front of him gradually merge with the reality, but still grabbed Song Feijue's palm with lingering fear, "I'll get out of the car with you."

The driver in the front row seemed to glance at Fang Zhilian in the front mirror, but said nothing.

Song Feijue paused when he opened the car door, then he turned his head and said in an unusually calm tone, "You go home first."

"What about you?" Fang Zhilian didn't let go, suddenly a feeling of anxiety rose in his heart.

"It's not that Yueya will have a PCR test," Song Feijue answered irrelevantly. He looked at Shang Zhilian's hesitant gaze without changing his expression, "I'll find you tomorrow and take it to the hospital with me."

Fang Zhilian didn't know why Song Feijue suddenly brought up Crescent Moon, but his tense fingers did loosen.

"Tomorrow?" Fang Zhilian repeated with a blank expression.

Song Feijue gave a low "hmm", and he moved close to Fang Zhilian's ear, and the ending sound was very soft, giving Fang Zhilian the illusion that he had dropped a kiss next to his ear.

"I'm leaving." Song Feijue lowered his eyebrows.

However, Fang Zhilian suddenly grabbed Song Feijue's wrist forcefully in a sudden thought.

"Let's go to Hawaii to spend the winter together next winter, okay? If you don't like it... you can also go home, find a warm place, and let off fireworks."

The driver couldn't help but turn his head back frequently after some inexplicable words, but Fang Zhilian seemed not to notice, and his stubborn eyes kept chasing Song Feijue.

"Don't spend your whole life for anyone," Fang Zhilian looked up at Song Feijue, his unexplained premonition gradually took shape, and the only thing he could do was to trust the person in front of him, "I like you. Even if I don't even want to be separated from you for a day."

Song Feijue touched his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent in the end.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Feijue answered in a low voice.

"it is good."

The light in the other hall was very dark, only the automatic ceiling light in the entrance was on for a few seconds, and the darkness returned in an instant.

The sound of sobbing on the second floor was neither far nor near, mixed with the sound of the table being turned over.There are established questions and hasty denials.

Song Feijue rested his hand on the doorknob. It took him a long time to adapt to the change of light, until the upstairs room was only left with the faint sound of weeping.

He was all too familiar with that voice.

That voice came from Wen Peitang's suppressed crying - she had endured it for so many years, and she never even dared to cry loudly, as if she was afraid of arousing someone's anger again, or disturbing someone.

Song Feijue raised his head, calmly staring at the copper letter cutter framed in a glass frame in front of him.

This knife is said to be a letter-cutting knife, but the blade is much longer than ordinary letter-cutting knives, and it is also thicker and sharper. Hold it in your hand like a knife.

If Wen Jingliang was here, and seeing this knife hung in the most conspicuous place as soon as he entered the door, he would have shook his head and lamented that Feng Shui was broken, and ordered someone to take it down.

But if Wen Jingliang was around, there would be no chance for this knife to be hung up in a grand manner.

Song Feijue stared at the letter cutter.His gaze flicked over the knife handle carved with hollowed out flowers, as well as the joint outlined by gilt and copper, and finally stopped on the curved blade that reflected a silvery white light.

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