desensitization therapy

When the memory is deep enough, it usually has side effects, such as long-lasting regret, such as having the same dream over and over again.

Fang Zhilian woke up from a dream that was infinitely close to weightlessness, his whole body was cold, only his forehead was scorched hot by the dream.He propped up his upper body and sat up, and the thin quilt draped over his body slid down loosely.

The bronze wall clock stands in the shadow of the square blank wall, the second hand slowly circles, and the city is still running silently.

The sky outside the window was unclear, and it could be seen that it was raining.There was a hurricane beating on the glass curtain window, and the knocking sound was very heavy.

The room in front of me is strange, and the rain is also different.

Fang Zhilian heard his suppressed heartbeat, which seemed very weak under the cover of the strong wind and rain. He lightly touched the deformed pillow with his fingers, and there was still a small piece of inexplicably wet water stains on it.

The frame in front of me gradually overlapped with the rain in Linyu Island eight years ago. Fang Zhilian stared at his wrist, and it took a long time before he looked away.

It's just that the rainy season has come and gone, as if it had never been here before.

The doorknob was pushed down, and with the sound of the door frame rubbing against the floor, a tall and slender figure leaned into the room, with a raised tone: "Woke up so soon?"

Fang Zhilian turned his head to look at the person.The other party was a woman wearing a brown turtleneck sweater dress, her long curly hair was pulled to one side, her eyeliner was very long, and she had an indescribable charm.

Before Fang Zhilian could answer, the woman had already closed the door and entered the room. She said to herself, "If I had known it earlier, I would have told him that he didn't need to buy medicine."

"You are?" Fang Zhilian asked hesitantly.

The woman ignored Fang Zhilian, sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, and stretched out a hand to cover his forehead.

Fang Zhilian dodged reflexively.

"I don't have a thermometer, just make do with it and see if you still have a fever. I treat you like this..." The woman paused, as if she was considering the appropriate words, and smiled ambiguously, "Little boy? Don't worry, I'm not interested in a little boy like you."

Fang Zhilian really didn't move.It wasn't that the other party's uninterested speech was so surprising, but because he saw the glass jar in the woman's other hand.

The woman touched his forehead with the back of her hand, and then touched her own. She didn't feel any difference, so she hastily concluded: "It should be that the fever has subsided."

Fang Zhilian hadn't eaten this kind of canned yellow peaches for several years.There are still drops of water on the outer wall of the jar, which is obviously caused by putting it in the freezer for a long time, and then taking it out for a period of time at room temperature.

The tall woman is the owner of the B&B, named Qiu Yun, and she was knocking on the glass window at this moment.

"It's really unlucky for you," Qiu Yun said gloatingly, "It's a rare strong typhoon that you encounter."

Fang Zhilian noticed the word "you" that Qiu Yun said, he put down his spoon, and said hesitantly: "The one who came with me... Where is that person?"

The last scene in his memory was still at the moment when he closed his eyes, with salty tears and the pain of biting the tip of his tongue.He was not in the turbulent sea, kissing the bitter core.

Qiu Yun glanced over and wrote lightly, "Going out."

Fang Zhilian subconsciously wanted to ask where he was going, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered Song Feijue's half-smile expression when he talked about overturning the case.

They were over a long time ago - if there was even a slight possibility before, but when Cheng Lei decided to threaten Song Feijue with reversing the case, even that slight possibility disappeared.

Fang Zhilian never understood this more clearly than now.

Qiu Yun didn't seem to notice his stiff pause.

"I'm afraid it will rain this time." Qiu Yun turned around and scratched the edge of the glass window. The light reflected by the rose red nail polish suddenly dimmed. "Remember to close the window tightly."

"Don't let me die for love," she said.

After Qiu Yun said some inexplicable words, she left, leaving Fang Zhilian alone in the room, thinking wildly, and then she simply didn't bother to think about it, and lay back again.

During this period, Cheng Lei made a phone call, the first time Fang Zhilian pressed to hang up, but Cheng Lei called again soon.

The string of white numbers hovered in the most conspicuous position on the screen, and the screen dimmed and brightened again.

Fang Zhilian couldn't count how many times Cheng Lei hit her. She always did this, even when she first arrived in the United States.If Fang Zhilian didn't answer, she would try her best to call her home. Every time the white man handed him the phone, there was always a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Fang." The man always stopped him with the most grandiose reasons and familiar tone.

Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the living room where the warm yellow chandelier poured down, the women and children turned their backs to them, and the man grabbed his wrist, rubbing his wrist bone ambiguously.

The phone line was connected to the handset that almost reached the ground, Fang Zhilian broke free, and the background sound was Cheng Lei's hysterical questioning through the microphone.

His fingers hung in the air for a long time, and finally he pressed the off button.

Around eleven o'clock in the evening, there was a small commotion downstairs.

There was no light in the room, and the quiet darkness amplified all sounds.Fang Zhilian sat at the end of the bed, with his eyes open, quietly listening to the familiar voice sound and disappear.

Song Feijue's room was on the second floor, on a different floor from Fang Zhilian's, which he only found out after asking Qiu Yun.

The landing of the typhoon is foreshadowed, and the Meteorological Observatory has issued an orange warning.In addition to Fang Zhilian's sudden initiative, there was also a couple of unlucky couples who were forced to move into Qiu Yun's homestay before the typhoon made landfall.

But Qiu Yun didn't seem to feel any joy about the door-to-door business. Just now, passing through the corridor on the second floor, Fang Zhilian heard Qiu Yun directing the boys in the couple to move supplies with confidence.

There was a long carpet in the corridor, and Fang Zhilian easily found Song Feijue's room along the wet traces of the carpet.

Song Feijue's umbrella was still leaning against the wall outside the door. Fang Zhilian squatted down and touched the handle of the umbrella. He couldn't explain what was going on in his mind, so he sniffed it for a long time.

I don't know if it's because the soundproofing of the room is too good, or because Song Feijue is too quiet, but Fang Zhilian has never heard any sound coming from the room.

He put the umbrella back where it was and knocked tentatively on the door.

The waiting time was not too long. Song Feijue didn't give Fang Zhilian too much time to think about it, and the door opened quickly, even though it was only opened a small crack.

Song Feijue put his right hand against the door of the house, and leaned against the door to look at Fang Zhilian.He was drenched all over, but he didn't look embarrassed. The wet black hair hung down on his forehead, and he raised his fingers to lift it up as much as possible, revealing a pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes that were not covered.

Is his hair a little shorter?Fang Zhilian thought in a daze, he opened his palm in his heart and gestured cautiously, but it didn't seem to be.

The changes that have spanned eight years, from the subtle aspects and corners, are beyond the reach of Fang Zhilian's naked eyes or cameras.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Feijue opened his mouth to break the silence.

Fang Zhilian blinked slowly, as if trying to write down every frame in this futile way.

"...No," he curled up his fingers, "the typhoon seems to be coming to land at night, I'm afraid you haven't come back yet."

What the hell is he talking about?Fang Zhilian suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

However, Song Feijue just said "um" casually, and said politely and coldly to Fang Zhilian, "I'll go to bed first if it's okay."

some.Have you ever liked me?Why buy canned yellow peaches?Do you remember the text message from eight years ago?do you hate me?

Fang Zhilian wanted to say, but he didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously, whispered good night, and then watched Song Feijue close the door.

It seems that the confession on the rocky seaside and Huang Liangyi's dream-like vengeful kiss are all just his imagination.

Fang Zhilian stood outside the door for a long time, then slowly squatted down.He looped the umbrella that had been forgotten outside the door with him in the elbow, and then hugged his knees tightly.

He is like a person who is about to drown, while Song Feijue is an isolated island, a piece of driftwood, and an oar for crossing in front of him.

Fang Zhilian was worried all the time that the waves would come again and submerge the only remaining island.

But obviously there are no isolated islands, no driftwood, and no oars.There is no sea.

Obviously nothing.

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