desensitization therapy

If one were to describe Song Yuming concretely, Wen Peitang would choose the storm.

From the beginning of falling in love, the storm at that time represented the initiation of the heartbeat, and she was engulfed by the torrent of the storm, stepping into the trap of sweet talk step by step.

Up to now, the sweet trap has returned to its original appearance over time, and the abyss has revealed its true colors, and she was shocked to realize that the way back had disappeared.The storm now represents fear.

Song Yuming became the never-ending storm in Wen Peitang's life.

like now.

Wen Peitang's face was covered with a mixture of tears and sweat, and she could feel the toe of the leather shoe rubbing against her lower abdomen, and then pressing down harder.

The leather shoe was pressed down for a few seconds, and finally moved away unhurriedly.In the next second, Wen Peitang's hair was grabbed, her face was glued to the wooden floor in embarrassment, her temples seemed to be squeezed, and her tinnitus continued to ring.

Song Yuming bent his knees, and he grabbed Wen Peitang's hair, still condescending and calm, only the increasing strength of his hands and the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth revealed his impatience at the moment.

"Do you think reporting is useful?" Song Yuming raised his eyebrows. His facial features are very handsome, but there is always a kind of neurotic gloom hidden between his brows, "If Qu Yao hadn't reminded me secretly, you want to send that document Continue to hand it over to who?"

Wen Peitang's face was almost distorted due to the forceful pulling, but his expression was sad: "I don't know..."

"do not know?"

Song Yuming sneered, and stood up slowly, but the strength in his hands did not loosen at all.

"Then look at the surveillance." He pulled Wen Peitang's hair and walked out, "See if you know."

Wen Peitang couldn't hear what Song Yuming was saying at all. The hard edges of the stairs scratched the exposed skin, and a lot of blood flowed from the back of her ears, sticking to the locks of curly hair.Like a dying waterfowl in the swamp oozing bright red blood from its chest, Wen Peitang could only let out a meaningless and extremely painful wail.

However, Song Yuming let go of his hand.

The moment she fell down the stairs, Wen Peitang thought that this would be the closest she was to death.

Wen Peitang's eyes were blank for a moment, and it seemed that even the pain had disappeared.But after a few seconds of buffering, she saw Song Feijue in front of her again, but she really felt the pain coming from her internal organs.

For a moment, Wen Peitang thought of that night a long time ago.Wen Jingliang had just passed away that year, and she was beaten by Song Yuming until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. She knelt on the ground and begged Song Yuming to go to the night watch, but she was kicked away again.

After Song Yuming left that night, Wen Peitang thought of death for the first time.With all her determination, she chose to cut her wrist with a fruit knife.

The blade of the fruit knife is not very sharp, so Wen Peitang mechanically repeated the action of cutting the blood vessel deeper, until she looked away and saw Song Feijue standing in the shadow of the corner of the bar in the other hall, looking at her blankly.

Still can't die, at that time Wen Peitang had only one thought in his mind.

Wen Peitang would never have imagined that, somewhere in the dark, one day more than ten years later, she would have the same thought again as the day she had regretted for more than ten years.

Song Feijue's eyes were cold, he slowly supported Wen Peitang to stand up from the stairs, and met Song Yuming's gaze directly.

"Ken is back?" Song Yuming narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"It's just in time to come back," Song Yuming slowly rolled up the cuffs of his suit, and said calmly, "Did you have fun on your graduation trip?"

Song Feijue didn't speak.

Wen Peitang barely stood up with strength, she shook her head in a panic: "He has been preparing for the college entrance examination some time ago, and he has no time at all..."

The bar lamp downstairs was turned on, and Song Yuming's smiling face looked extremely gloomy under the incandescent light. He stroked the confiscated goblet on the bar with gentle movements.

"Preparing for the college entrance examination?"

Song Yuming asked in an approving tone, "Which school are you planning to go to?"

Song Feijue still didn't answer, he kept Wen Peitang behind him with wary eyes.

"Let me guess. Want to report me, send me in, and then go abroad?" Song Yuming's tone couldn't be more relaxed, but coupled with the corners of his mouth that could not be restrained, it became extremely creepy, "Sure enough It's too easy for a child to think of things in black and white."

"Want to run?"

Song Yuming finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Don't even think about it in this life!"

He had a seizure for no reason at all, and threw the goblet in his hand hard.

Fragments of the goblet burst on the ground, making a dull sound.Song Yuming took a step forward and grabbed Song Feijue's neck fiercely.

However, while Song Yuming's fingers were clenched tightly, he felt the coldness from the blade passing through his abdomen.

Song Feijue took two steps back uncontrollably, the suffocation of the squeezed neck made him dazed for a second, but when he woke up the next second, he pushed the blade deeper in.

At that second, Song Feijue smiled sincerely.

He had thought of ways to kill Song Yuming countless times, all flawless and flawless, but nothing compared to now.

Watch him go from screaming in despair and anger to slowly disappearing vital signs, with an expression of unwillingness to die.Only when the blade sees blood can it make people feel happy.

It's a pity that it was that second.

No matter what, Song Yuming was a strong adult man. Although he was not very vigilant due to drunkenness, he immediately reacted when the wound was exposed to the air.

Wen Peitang screamed, she covered her mouth, watched Song Yuming pinch Song Feijue's neck in a panic and pushed him against the wall, then let go weakly, and took a step back with a tense expression.

The knife wound was not minor, but not fatal.Song Yuming obviously realized the threat, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Song Feijue again.

"You have Lao Tzu's blood on your body, how dare you bite me back?" They wrestled together, and Song Yuming finally showed his most primitive appearance at this moment.

Vulgar, vile.

He spat and said with a sneer, "I have already said that you are an unfamiliar dog."

Song Feijue smiled.

"Are you proud?" The corners of Song Feijue's lips were tinged with red, and there was a smell of blood and rust between his lips and teeth. He held the knife firmly in his hand, as if it was going to be embedded in his bones. An unfamiliar dog will bite off your neck."

He became ruthless, and the calm and indifferent expression that had been pretending to be on the skin all this time finally disappeared.

The knife was raised high.

Maybe it's an illusion, the second the knife tip fell, Song Feijue seemed to have fallen into a dark tunnel while feeling happy.

The tunnel is very long. Looking back, there is endless darkness, and looking forward, there is a bright exit within a few meters.

Song Feijue didn't hesitate, he took a step towards the exit.

But a voice interrupted him.

The voice said: "I like you. I don't want to be separated from you even for a day."

Song Feijue stopped, and suddenly he looked away, looking up at the source of the voice.

However, this time, even the bright exit disappeared.

The blade stopped a moment before it was pierced into Song Yuming's heart.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe the light coming out is too illusory, there are too many plausible reasons, even Song Feijue can't figure out the reason to stop.

It's a pity that Song Yuming didn't give him a chance to recover. In an instant, Song Yuming grabbed the letter cutter and pinned him to the floor.

No one who wants to live will be completely indifferent before death, and Song Yuming is the same.

Like a wild beast that has lost its mind, his eyes are scarlet, and he grabs the handle of the knife with both hands, stabbing down heavily——

Song Feijue heard Wen Peitang screaming hysterically.

Maybe now.Until now, Song Feijue actually had the urge to laugh—it's over.It turned out to be so simple, Wen Peitang could regain his freedom without reporting Song Yuming for taking bribes.

If only he could have thought of it earlier.

The expected sharp pain did not come, replaced by a loud cracking sound like a tearing silk.

Glass shards splashed onto Song Feijue's face, drawing tiny bloodstains on his skin.

After a few seconds, Song Feijue opened his eyes again.

He struggled to support his upper body to sit up, and the first thing he saw was Wen Peitang who was still in the posture at the moment when he smashed the vase. Her hands trembled slightly, and her expression almost collapsed.

The second thing I saw was the yellow rose on the ground with a splash of water.

For the last time, he looked at Song Yuming who was lying on the ground, his eyes widened incredulously, and he was already silent.

"What should I do..." Wen Peitang's knees completely softened, she went to check Song Yuming's breath, knelt on the ground, as if she had taken all the strength out of her body, staring at her palm, "I killed him... I……"

It shouldn't be like this... Wen Peitang lost the ability to think, she lowered her head hastily, and all she could see was a large area of ​​crimson.

She kept talking to herself, whispering, dreaming, and her shoulders trembled visibly.

Song Feijue stood up slowly, staggered a step accidentally, and then supported the wall to stabilize his figure.

After a moment of silence, he crossed the mess in front of him, bent down again, and hugged Wen Peitang.

Hugging seems to bring some comfort to Wen Peitang for a short time.Song Feijue tightened his fingers and patted Wen Peitang's back lightly, just like how Wen Peitang hugged him when he was a child.

"It's over," he said.

The white gauze curtain floated up.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a ball of fire that replaced the moon engulfed the heat waves and burned the clouds, lighting up the silent color blocks in the room.

Song Feijue turned his head for the last time, clutching the broken glass he had just picked up.

A dark room, broken glass all over the floor, and yellow roses with only a short lifespan.

He slowly raised his hand, and the blood-smeared broken glass tilted down little by little, shattering the black reflection behind him.

The sunrise is coming soon, Song Feijue knows it.

The sun rises, darkness stays behind.

But the sun is not his, and he is going to sleep.

The author says:

The sun rises, darkness stays behind.But the sun is not ours, we are going to sleep. ——Cao Yu's "Sunrise"