desensitization therapy

Typhoon landfall is always accompanied by endless rain, last night it rained all night, and the windows were covered with overturned rushing rivers.

Qiu Yun stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and smoked. The white smoke she exhaled reflected the disturbing rain outside the window behind her, like white waves washed out of a river.

It was not until the afternoon that Song Feijue came out of the room.He changed the suit of shirt that was soaked yesterday, and only wore a simple solid-color T-shirt and jeans.

Fang Zhilian was watching the weather forecast in the living room.The strongest typhoon No. [-] this time can reach the strong typhoon level, and there are heavy rains along the coast.It is also for this reason that Linyu Island has entered a state of temporary closure, and they can only leave when the typhoon leaves the day after tomorrow.

When Song Feijue went downstairs, Fang Zhilian straightened his back and tried his best to keep his eyes focused on the TV screen.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Song Feijue's gaze passed the restless factor in the air and went straight to the dining table.

Everything seemed to go round and round again and back to the first reunion. They put on their masks tacitly and returned to their original positions.

Fang Zhilian's ears were filled with the band sound like a broken TV, and the sound of Song Feijue opening and closing the refrigerator—a hiss, probably because the transparent plastic bag outside the bread was torn open .

He heard the voice of Song Feijue talking to Qiu Yun, Qiu Yun was chuckling, her voice had a natural smoky voice, warm and numb.

"Forward me on WeChat." Qiu Yun's voice was very vague, and Fang Zhilian could only hear this sentence clearly.

He fiddled with the phone, turning it on and off again and again, the page on the phone was still on the address book in WeChat.

Is he still using that WeChat?Fang Zhilian was in a daze for a while.

Fang Zhilian didn't hear what Song Feijue answered, but when he came back to his senses, Qiu Yun had already come over and turned on the chandelier in the living room.

The light made all the masks invisible, and Fang Zhilian didn't even have time to sort out the expressions on his face.

"Since it's boring," Qiu Yun skillfully took out a black cue bag from the back of the cabinet, "Do you want to play billiards together?"

Song Feijue was leaning halfway on the window frame, as if he hadn't gotten used to the sudden daylight, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took two or three seconds before he raised his eyelids.

They looked at each other unexpectedly for a moment.

There was still emotion in Fang Zhilian's eyes that hadn't faded away, maybe it was bewilderment, maybe it was sourness, or maybe it was an infatuation that he hadn't even noticed.

Song Feijue looked as usual, he raised his eyes to look at Fang Zhilian lightly, but he was answering Qiu Yun: "Okay."

The weather forecast showed that there would be a strong wind and heavy rain in the evening. Fortunately, Jiang Xu, the boy in the couple, came back wearing a cape and rain not long after taking advantage of the early morning.

"I can't go," Jiang Xu complained to Fang Zhilian with a bitter face, carrying a big bag of unknown things, "the island is closed, and I can't go at high speed."

Not far away, Qiu Yun was leaning over the pool table and preparing to aim the ball. Hearing this, without raising her eyelids, she warned calmly, "Shake yourself clean before coming in."

"Sister, I'll extend the room for two more days," Jiang Xu didn't care to say much, threw the plastic bag on the ground, nodded and bent over to transfer the money to Qiu Yun, "How about a discount?"

"Don't call me sister," Qiu Yun didn't get in this shot, and just happened to have no yin and yang, "call me auntie."

Jiang Xu was taken aback.

It happened that Qiu Yun straightened up at this time, and the suspender skirt was a little crooked, but she didn't care, raised her wrist and bit off the black hair rope tied on it, casually pulled her hair together, and said to Song Feijue: "It's your turn." .”

Song Feijue didn't speak.He lowered his eyelashes, held his breath for a moment, and played a beautiful Qingtai.

Jiang Xu was stunned at Qiu Yun at first, but now he was stunned at Song Feijue, and then he remembered the first time we met before, and accidentally glanced at Guan Qiu Yun calling her aunt, and his face turned blue for a while. There was a burst of whiteness.

Fang Zhilian had been fiddling with his mobile phone, deliberately not looking at the pool table, and when Jiang Xuhao finally paid the room fee for two more days, he came back disheartened.

"Oh, yes," Jiang Xu slapped his head while packing up the plastic bags, and suddenly remembered Fang Zhilian's confession for his help, "The pharmacy really doesn't have the sleeping pill you mentioned."

Fang Zhilian had guessed it a long time ago. He was just holding on to the slightest possibility. Hearing this, he just nodded and thanked him, and then continued to look up and watch TV.

But couldn't bear Jiang Xu's enthusiasm, and he didn't forget to talk to him while tidying up: "Are you insomnia?"

Fang Zhilian didn't want Song Feijue to hear it, so he deliberately lowered his voice: "Occasionally."

"That's right," Jiang Xu felt the same way, "How many of our generation don't suffer from insomnia?"

"Yes."

"But sleeping pills have too many side effects, why don't you try melatonin? It just so happens that my girlfriend brought a bottle, and the effect is the same."

"No, I've...slept well for the past two days."

"Oh," Jiang Xu nodded, not doubting him, but when he moved his eyes down again, his eyes were wrong again, "Aren't you hot?"

In terms of seasons, it can barely be regarded as spring now. Although the temperature is still not high, it may be because Qiu Yun wears too little clothes to be afraid of the cold. The floor heating in every room of the hotel is fully heated, and the average temperature is 27-[-]. up and down.

Just as Jiang Xu came in from the outside, he took off his raincoat and a thin T-shirt underneath.Compared with Jiang Xu, Fang Zhilian, who has been in the room wearing a hooded long-sleeved sweater, looks particularly abrupt.

"I'm more afraid of the cold." Fang Zhilian explained.

He stroked his empty wrist through a layer of cotton cloth, and changed the subject: "What did you buy?"

"The snacks bought in the convenience store are all my girlfriend's favorite. I was in a hurry yesterday and just bought some fast food." Jiang Xu took out a few bags and wiped them dry and put them on the coffee table. "We two high school classmates, together It’s been five years, and this time I’m going back to Dingqing Island for a trip during the holiday, who knows that it’s just in time for a typhoon.”

Listening to Jiang Xu's eloquent talk, Fang Zhilian thought of Zhu Wen and You Li for no reason, as well as the cryptic confession that went down a long time ago.

"We're going to get married as soon as we graduate," Jiang Xu's voice suddenly dropped. Fang Zhilian didn't know why, but when he looked up, he saw the girl rubbing her eyes and yawning as she went down the stairs, "Zheng Xinyu, you're a pig. Sleep all afternoon!"

The girl named Zheng Xinyu rolled her eyes, but before she could answer, there was a muffled sound not far away, followed by the sound of the chandelier shaking.

Jiang Xu almost jumped up: "Did I call an earthquake?"

No one paid any attention to him, Fang Zhilian and Zheng Xinyu looked in the same direction—Qiu Yun happened to score a good defensive shot, but she got so carried away that she accidentally shook the chandelier above her head.

"Scared me." Jiang Xu patted his heart like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"Don't you congratulate me?" Qiu Yun didn't care about the audience's reaction, she spread her palms and shrugged.

Jiang Xu had a panoramic view of everything, and couldn't help but say something more: "It seems that this typhoon has also promoted a love story."

Fang Zhilian's pupils shrank and his face turned pale.

As soon as the words fell, Song Feijue raised his hand naturally, and clapped Qiu Yun with a calm expression.

"He's pretty handsome," Jiang Xu didn't know whether he was judging the ball or who, he bumped Fang Zhilian with his shoulder, and his tone was not without pride, "Look at them, luckily my girlfriend doesn't like that. "

Fang Zhilian didn't know what kind of reaction he should make now to be the most normal. He just felt a physiological nausea and wanted to retch, and the corners of his mouth drooped. Fortunately, Zheng Xinyu took over the conversation in time.

"I used to like it!"

Probably because she felt that the evaluation in front of others was a bit outrageous, Zheng Xinyu dragged Jiang Xu to the side of the sofa and said.Fang Zhilian stood there with his head down for a few seconds before raising his heels to follow them.

Jiang Xu was still persistently asking: "Didn't you like sports boys like me before?"

Zheng Xinyu giggled: "If you buy sneakers, will you be a sports boy?"

They sat down side by side on the sofa, and Zheng Xinyu opened a package of snacks casually, her voice muffled: "It's that kind of... the indifferent sense of transparency and fragility in the youth pain novels I read when I was a child... the hero? Oh, you didn't read it What do you know?"

The corner of Jiang Xu's mouth twitched, probably because he didn't understand the so-called sense of transparency and fragility. He stretched out an arm and started to play rogue: "Do you think I'm broken enough, can you pat it?"

Fang Zhilian sat on the sofa opposite them.From this angle, you can just see Song Feijue's side face clearly, as well as the shining white coral bracelet.

The two chattered noisily, but no one noticed that Fang Zhilian lowered his eyes, a little obsessive-compulsive, and anxiously circling the exposed scar on his wrist with his fingertips.

"Break to rebuild," he said very softly, with a volume that only he could hear, "although I hope he has never been broken."

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