desensitization therapy

There is a short aisle between the front cabin and the rear cabin. Fang Zhilian sat down near the aisle, and stared at the person in front without blinking before the curtain was drawn.

The seat blocked most of the line of sight, and Fang Zhilian could only see clearly the posture of Song Feijue's crossed legs and the exposed half of his shoulder.He wore a fitted gray suit with shaved shoulders.

Chen Langqing consciously squeezed into the seat by the window, and didn't care whether the seat could be flattened or whether his legs could be stretched out, so he quickly took out a tissue to wipe off his cold sweat.

"It's unlucky," Chen Langqing whispered, "Why did I just buy a plane with my uncle?"

A few minutes ago, they passed by the front cabin, and before Chen Langqing, who was dazed and held back to thank him, came back to his senses, he saw a tall handsome guy with a cold face looking straight up.

Chen Langqing's eyes paused on him for two seconds, and then slowly moved to Wu Muwei who was on the side.

"Uncle?" Chen Langqing opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to spit out a sentence.

Wu Muwei cannot be said to be handsome, but his facial features are well-rounded, and when he looks at people, he has a sense of scrutiny from a natural superior.

Fang Zhilian didn't notice the other party's eyes looking at him, he was full of Song Feijue.Why are these few seconds so long? It wasn't until Song Feijue looked away that he heard his intense heartbeat slowly calm down.

Chen Langqing introduced each other to both parties, and Fang Zhilian understood that Wu Muwei was not only Chen Langqing's uncle, but also the real estate operator of this resort project, that is, their Party A.It's just different from their purpose of coming this time, Wu Mu's purpose of coming is for those resort hotels outsourced.

Wu Mu was neither cold nor indifferent before, and probably just regarded Fang Zhilian as a dude who, like Chen Langqing, took the project as a joke, but when Chen Langqing introduced that he is both a partner of the studio and the main designer of this project, take a look at it His mood has changed a lot, and he even shook hands with Fang Zhilian.

Of course Fang Zhilian wouldn't take Party A's face off, it's just that the handshake took a little longer, and his expression was unnatural when he withdrew his hand.

Chen Langqing's eyes wandered back and forth between the tall handsome guy and Wu Muwei, seeing that Wu Muwei really didn't seem to intend to introduce each other, he couldn't help showing a slightly embarrassed smile.

But Fang Zhilian didn't see it, Song Feijue was right in front of him, he couldn't hold anything else in his eyes.

Chen Langqing kept covering up his embarrassment with ramblings. He never told Fang Zhilian that the only big project came from a relationship.

Who knew that Fang Zhilian didn't mention this, until the stewardess came to deliver the welcome drink, he still maintained a state of being out of his body.

"He wants coffee, and another cup of ice cubes." Chen Langqing decided on his own for Fang Zhilian. He pointed to the side of Fang Zhilian's sideways face to the flight attendant, and said empathetically, "I haven't woken up."

Fang Zhilian suddenly asked: "Do you believe in God's will?"

Chen Langqing paused when he took the cup, and raised his fingers, this time referring to his brain.

"This time it's really not..."

"There were only two words that came to my mind just now." Fang Zhilian interrupted Chen Langqing. He took the coffee handed over by the stewardess, thanked him, and leaned back, his eyes and brows were a little imperceptible laugh.

"God willing."

It happened to be noon when the plane arrived at Liwan Airport, and the direct rays of the sun were very venomous.

Chen Langqing's cool sunglasses finally came in handy, but he couldn't be happier - the taxi queue outside the airport had already reached the third exit, and they would have to spend at least half an hour before getting a taxi.

In order for Wu Mu to be picked up by a special person, a black commercial vehicle was waiting outside the airport as soon as he left the airport.Chen Langqing was envious, but before he had the cheek to ask for a ride with them, Wu Muwei answered the phone first and walked away.

Chen Langqing had no choice but to wait in line, so he had no choice but to go to the airport and use the mobile phone app to call a car while using the air conditioner.

Fang Zhilian was also hot, but he didn't want to go in.He and Song Feijue stood side by side outside the terminal, keeping a close distance.

In this weather, even Chen Langqing, who was wearing shorts, was sweating a little on his forehead, while Song Feijue was standing there straight in a suit, but he didn't sweat at all, as if he had a refrigerator all over his body, refreshing Cool.

When Fang Zhilian thought of this, he couldn't help but relax a little, and took a fair and honest look at Song Feijue.

"You said before that you were going to Yanjing," he tried to provoke the topic in a brisk tone, "you really did what you said."

Song Feijue lowered his eyes: "You also said before that you want to learn photography."

Fang Zhilian was taken aback, his memory blurred and flashed back to the time he sat on the horizontal bar and imagined the future.It's just that they were young at the time and couldn't understand that no one was spared when the torrent of fate burst out.

"You still remember." He pretended to be relaxed.

"Remember." Song Feijue's expression remained unchanged.

It seems that this is a very common thing for him, like a certain part of body memory.

Their peaceful exchange of greetings came to an end—Wu Muwei made a gesture to Song Feijue after finishing the phone call, signaling him to get in the car.

Song Feijue nodded slightly, and then opened the car door. He left Fang Zhilian the last word: "Goodbye."

In the season when the wind blows through the greenery, the small town is filled with the smell of lawn mowers and camphor leaves.

Fang Zhilian dragged the suitcase into the room.The hotel's room is not too big, but the location is next to the resort and the decoration is clean. It also comes with a small terrace and a rattan rocking chair facing the window.

Chen Langqing lived on the two floors above him, and he didn't know what happened. When Chen Langqing booked the room, he clearly placed the same order, but when he got the key card, he found out that they were far away.

"I feel like I need an assistant too," Chen Langqing said to Fang Zhilian across the fast-closing elevator, "like my uncle."

Fang Zhilian was not happy that he had preconceived Song Feijue as his assistant, so when the elevator opened, he just pulled the suitcase and left without looking back.

At this moment, Fang Zhilian had just put on the bed sheets, when Chen Langqing's wechat came again, it was a long voice.

Fang Zhilian pressed to turn the text, and benefited from Chen Langqing's standard Mandarin, the meaning was displayed without any mistakes.

Chen Langqing said that there was a water dance and fireworks show in the hotel at [-] o'clock in the evening, and asked him if he could go down and watch while eating the buffet.

There are still more than four hours until seven o'clock in the evening, and a short rest is enough.But Fang Zhilian had already planned to take a good rest tonight to recharge his batteries, so that he could start work tomorrow.

His mentality is no different from that of a little boy in the top class of kindergarten. When he meets a little girl he likes, he has to show his strength, and winning a little red flower is like winning a gold medal.

Let's not go.Fang Zhilian typed a reply without interest.

A few seconds after the WeChat message was sent, Chen Langqing returned it. Just as Fang Zhilian pressed the text button, there was a sound of something exploding in the air outside the terrace.

Fang Zhilian left the phone alone, opened the glass door of the terrace and walked out.

The sound source comes from the fountain pool facing the terrace.Perhaps it was the wrong operation of the hotel staff, which advanced the opening time of the fountain. The water flow from the fountain only lasted for a few seconds, and then gradually stopped.

Fang Zhilian leaned his arms on the railing and looked at it for a while with his face in his hands. He didn't turn around until the water flow of the fountain stopped, and then he turned around and prepared to go back to the room.

Then when he saw the person standing on the balcony on the left, he couldn't move anymore.

At no moment did Fang Zhilian like the word "goodbye" more than now. These two words do not mean that there is no end in sight. The meaning becomes very fast.

See you again soon.

Song Feijue stood on the terrace, leaning on the railing and looking sideways.He changed out of the suit he was wearing, revealing an open-neck shirt blown by the wind, and his facial features were made transparent by the sunlight, like Aphrodite rising from the foam.

Even the wind seems to be more attached to him, obviously the other party tilted his head, but the wind only blows the corner of the shirt and the swaying white coral bracelet.

Song Feijue's expression was very relaxed, he didn't know what he was thinking, he couldn't catch it or guess it.

Those eyes turned back and forth a thousand times, like dregs rising, but they were nowhere to be found.

They stopped there at the same time, meeting each other's eyes, and the sound of the wind became the background sound of foil.

After a long time, Fang Zhilian raised his arm and made a framed gesture for taking pictures.

Click.

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