desensitization therapy

"Good morning," Chen Langqing walked around and greeted each of them, and then deliberately walked around to the innermost desk, poking half of his head in, "Would you like to see cats again?"

Fang Zhilian responded. He held a cup of milk and cereal and ate two whole mouthfuls. He turned his phone upside down and pressed the microphone, and said to Crescent Moon with a big face on the screen: "Uncle, I will tell you a few words."

The corner of Chen Langqing's mouth twitched and he waved his hands: "You're welcome, no need."

Fang Zhilian said oh, put the phone back straight again, quickly finished off the remaining half cup of cereal, and said goodbye to Yueya before turning off the monitor.

Crescent Moon on the remote screen rubbed against the monitor with her fluffy face, with a dazed look on her face, as if she didn't understand why this strange machine made Fang Zhilian's voice, but she still followed up with a rare "meow" in cooperation.

Fang Zhilian turned off the monitoring and was about to start working. When he looked up, he saw Chen Langqing still standing there: "What's wrong?"

"Our company is going to recruit interns." Chen Langqing rubbed his hands, his face was inexplicably smug, "Will you accompany me for an interview this afternoon?"

Fang Zhilian didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "Okay."

During the lunch break, Fang Zhilian and Chen Langqing went to the western restaurant downstairs for lunch.Chen Langqing was recently gaining muscle and reducing fat, and only ate light salads. Fang Zhilian didn't care, so he ate with him.

Facing a bowl of green vegetable salad, the corners of Chen Langqing's mouth drooped.

Fang Zhilian forked a small piece of mango, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "The resort project doesn't need to be connected recently?"

"What are you still talking about?" Chen Langqing said with a bitter face, unable to hear what he meant, "Didn't Viva come last week?"

Fang Zhilian nodded thoughtfully.After returning from Liwan, he wanted to find Song Feijue several times, but when he calmed down, he always felt that something was not enough.

In order to know how to accept as soon as it was good, Wu Mu never contacted Fang Zhilian about this project.But last week, a short-haired girl came to replace Wu Muwei to do the matchmaking work. Chen Langqing called her Viva.He also asked Viva obliquely if she would be the only one responsible for this project in the future, but the other party didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Fang Zhilian also thought about sending Song Feijue a WeChat message, but when he opened the chat dialog box, Song Feijue's profile picture was still the one from eight years ago, and when he opened the circle of friends, it was empty.

It doesn't look like it's still in use.

Chen Langqing continued to eat vegetable leaves bitterly, Fang Zhilian sat across from him, and picked and ate the fruits in the salad, just in time Tang Ting sent a WeChat message, urging him to post the scenery photos he took in Liwan come over.

Maybe Fang Zhilian really has a talent for taking pictures, or maybe the film camera has its own sense of atmosphere.After he returned to Yanjing, he made a special trip to the film studio and scanned all the photos.

Fang Zhilian glanced roughly, crossed out all the photos in the album and sent them.

Tang Ting replied within 2 minutes and sent back a photo.

Fang Zhilian took a closer look, only to realize that he accidentally sent Song Feijue's side profile too.

He was about to reply that he sent a wrong message, but Tang Ting called first: "Isn't this the idol-like brother I met in the theater last time?"

Fang Zhilian was startled, and then realized: "When did you see him?"

Tang Ting replied: "Didn't I tell you, blocking the door of the bathroom, it seems to be the one who was on a blind date but both parties were not interested, don't you remember?"

Chen Langqing poked the rest of the salad on the plate, and finally gave up on reconciling with the vegetable leaves. He knocked on the table and said to Fang Zhilian who was staring at the phone and didn't know what he was looking at: "Are you still looking at cats? Pay the bill and leave. "

Fang Zhilian raised his face suddenly, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't dissipated.

"Only me." He murmured in a low voice, and continued to shake the chair restlessly, Chen Langqing was a little worried that he was too complacent and shook the chair down.

Fang Zhilian's voice was so low that Chen Langqing couldn't hear it clearly, but was startled by his weird smile: "Seeing a cat so happy?"

Fang Zhilian ignored Chen Langqing, and instead rang the bell on the table.

"Just go directly to the checkout counter at the door." Chen Langqing said confusedly.

Fang Zhilian leaned forward and asked in a bewitching tone, "Don't you want to eat salad, why don't you add something else?"

"Although I really want to join," Chen Langqing insisted on the precarious principle, "but..."

He was still one step too late, Fang Zhilian had already opened the menu.

Chen Langqing stared at the pictures on the menu, and he couldn't say the rest of "No".

"Order whatever you want," Fang Zhilian turned the menu upside down and asked Chen Langqing to flip through it by himself, with an expression like a puppy with its tail up to the sky, "I'm treating you."

The interview time is two o'clock in the afternoon.Until the second before sitting on the office chair, Chen Langqing was still groping his chubby stomach and complaining that Fang Zhilian had ruined his plan of gaining muscle and reducing fat.

Fang Zhilian responded indifferently: "I didn't ask you to order three steaks."

After a few gags, someone knocked on the door outside, and Chen Langqing immediately sat up straight, putting on a professional attitude.

The person who came for the interview was a boy from Yanjing, surnamed Yuan, who was in his junior year.Chen Langqing called him Xiao Yuan very familiarly, but he didn't know that the studio was too small and had no HR.

Xiao Yuan was also easy to get along with, smiling all the time, and Chen Langqing responded when he asked him to.

They chatted back and forth, and finally got to the point. Chen Langqing peeked at the questions written in advance on the phone memo, coughed, and started the first question.

"I've seen your portfolio. Did you have relevant internship experience during college?"

"correct."

"Then what was the main job content of your last internship?"

Xiao Yuan seemed to hesitate for a moment, but said anyway: "Sex/supplies distribution."

Chen Langqing's pupils dilated, and he asked with a stiff smile, "What distribution?"

"Sex/supplies," Fang Zhilian suggested in a friendly manner. He seemed to be very interested in this topic. "The distribution you said means selling on campus?"

Xiao Yuan said: "No, it is for fixed e-commerce platforms and physical stores."

Fang Zhilian still wanted to ask, but hesitated.Xiao Yuan didn't notice Chen Langqing's expression, and just completed what Fang Zhilian wanted to hear: "The main products are anal/plug, turtle/armor/bound, mouth/ball, sex/uniform and other common products. The responsibility is to connect the supply chain and distributors."

Fang Zhilian propped his chin, with an expression as if he had opened up a new world.

"But," he knocked on the table, he still asked, "Isn't there still a minority of people with this special hobby?"

Xiao Yuan corrected him: "This is not a special hobby."

Chen Langqing on the side didn't understand how these two people started chatting: "Isn't it a special hobby? No, I didn't want to ask this either?"

"Of course not, it's just a hobby," Xiao Yuan spread out his hands, and said confidently, "Just like you can't call the behavior of waving leather/whip/drip/wax between lovers as domestic violence, even if you agree, they will will not agree.”

"Damn it, why am I discussing this topic with him." Chen Langqing said to himself with dull eyes.

He glanced at the instigator of the topic—Fang Zhilian, but lowered his eyelashes, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Langqing couldn't bear it anymore: "Can we change the subject?"

Xiao Yuan nodded: "Of course."

Chen Langqing heaved a sigh of relief, and opened the memo to continue with the next question: "What did you get in the last internship... Forget the next one, what requirements do you have for the internship subsidy?"

The interview was still going on, but Fang Zhilian hadn't paid attention to the movement around him.

He recalled what Xiao Yuan said just now, as if some unknown switch in his heart was suddenly turned on, and he suddenly understood.

Fang Zhilian's leather shoes turned up and down, and he made up his mind.

The author says:

Transition and reconciliation is imminent