desensitization therapy

The night before the typhoon left the island, Qiu Yun personally cooked a candlelight dinner.

It is said that it is cooking by myself, but in fact it is just heating the quick-frozen semi-finished products and putting them on the embossed dinner plate.The only thing that can be called thoughtful is the few pinches of rosemary that Qiu Yun grabbed from the flower pot to decorate the meals. With the faint candlelight, a rose pressed on the white tablecloth is quite a bit like a long holiday. atmosphere.

Zheng Xinyu took a lot of photos around the dining table, and when they were done, she was busy coloring and cropping the pictures. Jiang Xu sat next to her, chatting with Fang Zhilian while neatly cutting the lamb chops.

"We're leaving at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and we've already bought our tickets." Jiang Xu inserted a sliced ​​steak and handed it to Zheng Xinyu, then raised his head and asked the person opposite him in a very familiar tone, "How about you two?"

Fang Zhilian lowered his head to dig the salad, and answered vaguely, "It's probably about the same."

Song Feijue was sitting next to him, within a distance that could be touched by a slight movement of his shoulders, but no one crossed that line.

Probably girls are born with a bit more intuition than boys of the same age. Zheng Xinyu said that she likes Song Feijue's type, but she also saw that the other party is not very easy to get along with, and consciously never strikes up a conversation to find it boring.Jiang Xu, on the other hand, was so nervous that he added the wechat accounts of the people upstairs and downstairs, and even created a wechat group called meeting is fate.

For example, now, Jiang Xu asked Song Feijue again: "Are you leaving at this time?"

"Yes." Song Feijue said.

"That's a good thing." Jiang Xu was quite happy, "I'll set an alarm clock, and let's go together tomorrow morning with a companion, don't be late."

This time even Fang Zhilian, the only one who was still cheering, didn't speak. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to leave Linyu Island or whether he didn't want to leave, so he could only keep poking at the lettuce leaves on the plate.

Song Feijue stood up and said neither yes nor bad: "I'll get a drink."

Jiang Xu didn't notice that no one responded to him at all: "Okay, help me get a can of coconut juice."

Fang Zhilian felt that Song Feijue's clothes brushed against his arm, making it prickly and itchy.

"I'll get it too." His eyelashes fluttered, he got up slowly and perfunctorily, and before Jiang Xu could say anything, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Qiu Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "Which one of you drinks red wine?"

Fang Zhilian had already walked out of the living room, the voices behind him seemed very far away, and Jiang Xu could vaguely hear him asking "Do you have any beer?"

The kitchen is right next to the yard, and the torrential rain outside can be clearly seen from the window, and further away, the reef piles on the coast can be seen, but no sound can be heard.

Perhaps it was Fang Zhilian's illusion that the corner of this part seemed to be in a vacuum, blocking all signals leading to reality.He could smell a strong smell of water grass slowly transpiring in the air, and then fell towards the depth of the overflow hole.

Song Feijue was making a video call with his back turned to him, holding a can of coconut milk with condensation in his hand.

There were intermittent afterimages on the screen all the time, sometimes it was the ground, sometimes it was the wall, the signal on Wen Peitang's side was not good, and it was always stuck.

Fang Zhilian heard Song Feijue whispering to Wen Peitang, Wen Peitang said in a very gentle tone that it's okay, and then said some daily chores.They talked for a long time, and Fang Zhilian listened outside the kitchen for a long time. Later, Wen Peitang said that he was going to boil water. When the screen changed, she appeared in the front camera, smiling and waving at the end of the video.

From this angle, Fang Zhilian could just see Song Feijue's phone screen clearly.

However, the next second he saw clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

If he read correctly, Wen Peitang was in a wheelchair.

Wen Peitang probably doesn't often use the mobile phone to hold videos, so she deliberately fixed the mobile phone on the bracket, and she reversed the wheelchair two steps back to reveal the surrounding background——

It was obviously a very small room. The microwave oven and the laundry room that shouldn't be in the same space were placed on the shelf behind Wen Peitang, and there were some invisible debris piled up together, although they were cleaned up very cleanly.

Wen Peitang's voice was still soft, but his face was much older.

Fang Zhilian stared at the screen where Song Feijue hadn't hung up. It seemed to be stuck there again. The screen was still displayed at the second when Wen Peitang waved his hand for the last time, and then suddenly went out again.

Song Feijue said coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

He didn't turn around, and the arm holding the phone slowly dropped.

"Auntie is in a wheelchair." Fang Zhilian was completely cold from head to toe, "Is this what you said is not good?"

Song Feijue didn't raise his head, paused for a moment, and then said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"She used to complain of breathing pain and tightness in her chest." He did not look at Fang Zhilian, and stated in a flat tone. "The last time I fell down the stairs, the thoracic spine was dislocated and pressed to the bone marrow, and I was paralyzed from the waist down."

Fang Zhilian's throat seemed to be clogged with a piece of cement, he could not digest it when he swallowed it, and he was timid when he spit it out, his breathing pulled his chest and made wheezing noises, the pain was terribly painful.

Song Feijue was right, he was not to blame, but it had nothing to do with him.

"I'm sorry." Fang Zhilian's mind was buzzing, and he was silent for a moment, but he could only say this sentence.

"I said, it has nothing to do with you."

Song Feijue was finally willing to turn around and look directly at Fang Zhilian. There was no emotion in those eyes, no love, let alone hatred: "You didn't apologize to me. It's normal to get together and part ways."

Good get together and break up?Fang Zhilian's eyes were distracted.

"As for reversing the case," Song Feijue rolled his eyes, "You don't need to apologize for what hasn't happened yet."

Fang Zhilian didn't know how to react. He clenched his sleeves tightly and promised incoherently: "There is no reversal of the case, and there will be no reversal of the case."

He still wanted to say something, or ask something, but Song Feijue didn't give him a chance.

"That's good," Song Feijue looked down at Fang Zhilian, and a polite smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Thank you."

"Does it take so long to get a drink?"

A lazy voice interrupted them.

Fang Zhilian's voice was a little hoarse, he didn't know how much Qiu Yun had listened to, suddenly lowered his head and coughed twice, but there was no response.

Of course Qiu Yun didn't care about Fang Zhilian's silence, and her prey was never a little boy who didn't seem to know much about the world.

"Give way," Qiu Yun said to Fang Zhilian, "I want to get the bottle opener."

Fang Zhilian didn't look up to see Song Feijue's expression, but turned sideways and left the kitchen in a hurry as if fleeing.

He was in a daze, as if there was only one goal left to move forward, but before he took a few steps forward, he heard Qiu Yun speak in a moderate volume.

Very straightforward, too lazy to beat around the bush.

"If you want to have a pleasant night," Qiu Yun didn't deliberately lower her voice. She obviously didn't say it for others to hear, but she was not afraid of others hearing it. "At eleven o'clock in the evening, you can come to my room directly to find me."

Fang Zhilian stopped suddenly.

Song Feijue seemed to answer something, but he didn't catch it clearly.

At the opposite right angle, Qiu Yun really heard Song Feijue's answer clearly.She shrugged, looking indifferent, not too unexpected.

"YesorNo, the choice is yours," Qiu Yun stood on tiptoe, reached out and took away the can of coconut milk that was no longer cold, and reminded him in an ambiguous whisper, "But don't wait for the time."

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