desensitization therapy

The spring in Liwan is very uncertain due to the temperature difference. There is no absolute dividing line between the seasons, and growth or withering can be done at a glance.

Tang Song is in the scenic spot of the resort, and it takes only 5 minutes to walk from the hotel.Fang Zhilian walked in along the revolving automatic door, and the first thing he saw was Song Feijue sitting by the window in the restaurant.

He was listening to Wu Muwei, with a relaxed expression, and occasionally his eyes wandered to the distance between speeches, his dark eyelashes drooped, and he turned back to his eyes without a trace for a moment.

When Fang Zhilian and Chen Langqing walked over, they were talking about something.

"I still prefer to build and operate independently, which can avoid the payment difference involved in the second split. If it is split, the rent needs to be redesigned." Song Feijue said.

Wu Muwei nodded, motioned Fang Zhilian and Chen Langqing to sit down opposite each other, and continued to talk to Song Feijue about the supply and demand forecasting model and the comparison of investment benefits.

Chen Langqing didn't understand, and he didn't dare to cross his legs to eat breakfast in front of Wu Muwei. After breakfast, he still didn't have a good appetite.

Fang Zhilian had been listening with great interest, but rather than saying that he was interested in the content of the conversation, it might be better to say that he was fascinated by Song Feijue's concentration.

At the end of the breakfast, Wu Muwei finally interrupted the topic of work and started chatting with Fang Zhilian.

Chen Langqing had a natural sense of fear when facing the elders in his family, not to mention his complex perception of Wu Mu's behavior, so he only dared to sit upright and slip away, occasionally interjecting a few words.

I don't know what topic to talk about, Fang Zhilian expressed his opinion, but Wu Muwei let out a hearty laugh, shook his head and said: "You two are too young at this age, just like my daughter. Wait a few more years To have a new experience.”

"..." Chen Langqing said to Fang Zhilian in a very low voice, "His daughter is only four years old, and she is in a small class in kindergarten."

Fang Zhilian has a good temper, and he doesn't feel offended, so he doesn't defend himself, just smiles.

Wu Muwei seemed to favor him for this point, and after breakfast was over, he invited him to go to the spa on the top floor of Tangsong to have a SPA in the evening.

Fang Zhilian refused without hesitation, he was still smiling: "Sorry, I have an appointment tonight."

"You have a date?" When Chen Langqing was leaning against the door and waiting for Fang Zhilian to get the sunscreen, he suddenly remembered that there was another thing, "Why didn't I know?"

Fang Zhilian was rummaging through the suitcase, when he heard the words, he said perfunctorily, "Say whatever you want."

Chen Langqing had a deep understanding: "That's right, I don't want to be alone with my uncle, too much pressure."

"But don't you think it?" Chen Langqing remembered again, "His assistant is also quite strange, he doesn't even take a plate, and he doesn't even talk..."

Fang Zhilian pretended not to hear, and threw the sunscreen at the door, interrupting Chen Langqing: "Here."

Chen Langqing really forgot what to say next, walked into the room swaggeringly, sat on the bed and put on sunscreen.

"Don't rub against my quilt."

"Don't worry... hey, you still brought so much medicine?"

With sharp eyes, Chen Langqing saw all kinds of medicine bottles on the bedside table at a glance.

"Not all, there are vitamin tablets and so on." Fang Zhilian fiddled with the film camera in his hand and replied casually.

Chen Langqing said "Oh", looked up and saw the small film camera, regardless of 21, he made a gesture of scissors: "You still have the camera? Take a picture for me and turn on the light."

"I didn't bring it, I bought it in the city center this morning," Fang Zhilian yawned at this point, "There's not enough film."

After Chen Langqing finished applying the sunscreen, he dabbed two handfuls on his legs indiscriminately, got up and followed Fang Zhilian to go downstairs.

"How much is the film? I'll reimburse you." Chen Langqing said disapprovingly.

Fang Zhilian pressed the elevator button.

"Do you know?" He didn't answer directly, "I wanted to learn photography before."

Chen Langqing said: "Just your pose for taking pictures? It's not professional at first glance, it's useless."

Fang Zhilian was choked back full of emotions, and said unconvinced: "You don't look good, and I will look good when I shoot good-looking people."

"I'm not good-looking." Chen Langqing spread his hands in disbelief, "Then who are you shooting? Go shoot Xiaoshuai."

Fang Zhilian was taken aback for a moment before he realized who Chen Langqing was referring to as Xiaoshuai. After thinking about it carefully, he somehow felt that this title was appropriate, cute and appropriate.

It happened that the elevator stopped at this floor, and Chen Langqing walked into the elevator car slowly.

Fang Zhilian took a slow beat and fell behind.

He walked in under Chen Langqing's urging, and muttered softly in an inaudible voice: "It was originally intended to photograph Xiaoshuai."

For a whole day, Fang Zhilian walked around the scenic spot for half a circle, and when he returned to his room at night, he sat on a rattan rocking chair and began to draw the floor plan with his iPad.

When he started drawing, he couldn't focus on two things at once. When he finished drawing the sketch of the theme park, he realized that it was already past eight o'clock.

There was no sound of opening and closing the door next door, or it might have been missed.

Fang Zhilian wrapped the camera strap around his wrist, slipped out of the room very lightly, and took the elevator directly to the swimming pool on the top floor.

It might not be appropriate to say that he had an appointment, and he watched the rising numbers intently until the metal door opened again.

Last night at around seven o'clock, Fang Zhilian heard the sound of the door opening next door.

The sound insulation inside the room is so good that Fang Zhilian didn't hear the slightest sound after listening for a long time. He quietly opened the door a small crack and looked through the gap, only to see a few drops of water-stained water on the carpet outside the door. trace.

He thought he was right, but it didn't seem like he was.

The temperature is low at night, and few people come to the top floor. Fang Zhilian looked around and saw that the water in the swimming pool was quiet without any waves.

Fang Zhilian squatted down and put his fingertips into the swimming pool. The water was icy, so he quickly retracted his hand.

He always does.When he was a child, he played with the girl in the same hospital with the finger-biting toy dinosaur. He was always the most careful, but he was often the one who was bitten by bad luck.

But in a certain way, he can still stretch out his fingers stubbornly, and he will not let go when it hurts.

After all, there is no one.Fang Zhilian simply gave up and sat down by the pool, dangling his legs. Fortunately, the pool was high enough so that his shoes and socks would not get wet.

Tonight's moon is a half moon, hiding in the shadows of the trees, as if the other half was broken by someone.

Fang Zhilian raised his face and looked at it for a long time before he remembered the camera he was still holding. He turned on the switch and began to adjust the focus according to the memory of reading the manual at that time.

The shadow of the half-moon hangs on the water in the swimming pool, like a goldfish sinking in a fish tank.

Fang Zhilian raised the camera, hesitantly looking for the best composition, but in the next second, he felt the coolness of the ankle being held by the ring.

Circles of irregular waves formed on the surface of the water, swaying in a trance.

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