desensitization therapy

When the blue night descended on this concrete forest, they were passing through the streets where the machines roared, and they were going to stop somewhere.

The roses outside the car window were flashed by the rapidly receding light, flickering on and off.Fang Zhilian looked out with a lemon lozenge in his mouth, and belatedly asked, "Does it have a mint flavor?"

There was a red light at the intersection ahead, Song Feijue stopped and looked at him sideways: "No."

"Then can I smoke this?" Fang Zhilian's eyesight was always exceptionally good when it shouldn't be good, and he pointed at the opened cigarette case.

"Yes." Song Feijue staggered his eyes, staring directly at the signal light ahead.

Fang Zhilian squeezed out a popping bead. He wanted to pretend to be able to squeeze the popping ball with ease, but he didn't hear the sound after several squeezes.

"How?" He finally gave up.

Song Feijue didn't speak.

Fang Zhilian looked up, only to realize that the red light was less than five seconds away.

The vision in front of him suddenly went dark, and the crisp cracking sound was particularly abrupt in the small space inside the car.Fang Zhilian's fingertips seemed to be on fire.Hot and sticky, he felt Song Feijue's hair slipping over the edge of his palm.

"All right."

Song Feijue straightened up again, with a steady voice.

The traffic lights at the intersection changed, and they continued to follow the flowing lights.

Fang Zhilian didn't want to ask the spoiling question of where to go, it's good to go anywhere, and there are many other questions that are ranked higher than this question.

but not now.

An hour ago, Fang Zhilian and Wu Muwei turned their heads at the same time because of the sound of the door, and saw Song Feijue walking towards this side across the bar.

The wind chime at the entrance of the bar, the wind chime at the convenience store, Fang Zhilian is still thinking about irrelevant things at this time.He looked at Song Feijue in the light of the bar, as if he had lost all his senses and could not react.

Until Song Feijue lazily crossed the table and dragged him up, and asked him in an unhurried tone, "Are you still leaving?"

"Go." Fang Zhilian grabbed his arm with his backhand.

"Xiao Song," Wu Muwei withdrew his hand from the table long ago, looked back and forth between the two of them, and kept smiling, "I told you, we already have an appointment tonight. "

Wu Muwei didn't seem to understand the situation yet.After all, the capable assistant beside him has always been taciturn, but he never makes mistakes.

Song Feijue seemed to have smiled, very lightly, illusory like the wind.

He covered the back of Fang Zhilian's hand, moved down the knuckles inch by inch, his fingers slid to the palm, and squeezed gently.

It seems to be urging someone to make a choice, stay here, or leave.

"Forget it, I don't like children very much," Fang Zhilian smiled back, slipped his fingertips into his fingertips, and interlocked his fingers. He saved the last courtesy to Wu Mu, "Goodbye."

They stopped at a viaduct hole.Song Feijue unbuckled his seat belt and lowered the car window halfway.

The wind with the smell of spring sneaked in, making Fang Zhilian's throat itchy and wanting to cough again.He tightly held the unsmoked peppermint popcorn in his hand. To some extent, this familiar smell could be equated with love.

"Don't hold back."

Song Feijue noticed it, but this time Fang Zhilian reacted faster and held down his hand before the car window went up.

He could finally ask.

"Were you worried about me just now?"

Maybe, maybe Song Feijue would answer—Fang Zhilian thought, he was only holding half the possibility.

A faint pinch of light hit Song Feijue's side face, and he raised his eyes to meet Shang Zhilian's gaze.

Moths to the flames, Fang Zhilian finally understood at this moment that he truly understood the deeper meaning of the word, not suicidal.

In the dark, the moth must be thinking when chasing the firelight—he is worth chasing and burning for.

After two seconds of silence, Fang Zhilian completed the answer to himself: "I know."

Song Feijue said, "Yes."

They spoke almost simultaneously.

Fang Zhilian was startled, as if he had stopped breathing.

The string of jasmine flowers on his wrist was twirled in circles like he was obsessive-compulsive. The bones were fragile and couldn't stand such a toss, so Fang Zhilian finally let go.

"I'm not that stupid," he smiled, with a brisk tone, "but there's no other way, I still have to go, after all, I have to eat."

Song Feijue turned his attention to the string of jasmine flowers that Fang Zhilian wore on his wrist. Jasmine flowers are white, and Fang Zhilian's wrist exposed in the night is also white.

"What about you, can you stay?" Fang Zhilian asked again.

Fang Zhilian somehow remembered that when he first went to the car dealership to find A Rui, the word "cool" that A Rui misunderstood and blurted out, is it still reasonable now?

There is today, there is no tomorrow.

If they can go back at the age of 26, will their memories be changed?

Song Feijue didn't answer, Fang Zhilian started talking on his own.

"I don't seem to earn a lot, but I can earn slowly. I still have some savings before... By the way, although I can't afford to buy a house in Yanjing, I can buy it in the suburbs. Forty or fifty square meters is enough. I like tiny houses, how about you?"

He couldn't help laughing when he finished speaking, is this a bride price or a dowry?Fortunately, it is finally finished.

"Fang Zhilian," Song Feijue called his name in a low voice, "I thought you understood."

This time, after a few seconds, or more than ten seconds, Fang Zhilian raised his head again.

"It's already handcuffed." He raised the flower string on his wrist, as if he was eager to grab something and prove something, "You can't go back on your word."

God knows what he was thinking when he saw that bunch of jasmine flowers, why is it a bunch of flowers?It doesn't have to be gold and silver... Even handcuffs made of copper are fine, as long as they are stronger, the relationship between them will be more tightly handcuffed.

Song Feijue still looked at him with that look, Fang Zhilian knew he had to answer.

He lowered his head very slowly: "I understand."

"You said that I became attached to you because of the family environment when I was a child, and you said that you would inherit your father's sadistic tendencies. I understand everything."

"Do you believe in the results of the experiment, and are you afraid that I will become the second Aunt Wen?" Fang Zhilian's eyes were hot, and he smiled and grabbed Song Feijue's hand, which was still cold, "Even if you don't have confidence in me, you should be right." Do you have some confidence in yourself?"

The sound of traffic filled my ears, but Fang Zhilian's voice was very clear: "I have great confidence in you."

On the viaduct, cars speeding past stood buildings.

Under the viaduct, Fang Zhilian looked up at his moon.The moon embedded in the sky can also be seen through the gap, but they are different.Song Feijue is something he can touch and see, unique.

Song Feijue pressed his fingers together on the protruding bone of the back of his neck, the force was not heavy, and his hands were tight.

Fang Zhilian didn't hide, he heard Song Feijue ask back, "Aren't you stupid?"

"It's okay." Fang Zhilian took half a step forward, only half a step, not too close: "Although I'm not as smart as you."

His tone was firm.

"But idiots don't know how to weigh the pros and cons. I only choose you."

Song Feijue let go of his hand suddenly, lowered his eyes and smiled.

He took a step back, tightened his fingers, and asked Fang Zhilian in a normal tone.

"I can't guarantee that I won't be like him, and I may do something that hurts you," Song Feijue's voice seemed to come through a layer of wind, or fog, some kind of hazy medium, " Even so, you won't leave."

Without thinking, Fang Zhilian bit his lower lip and almost blurted out the answer.

"You can think about it for a long time this time," Song Feijue said.

Fang Zhilian looked up at him in a daze, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Come to me after you think about it," he looked at Fang Zhilian, the smile on his lips gradually faded, "If you think about it this time, you won't have the chance to go away for another eight years."

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