desensitization therapy

Fang Zhilian nested in that small house of less than [-] square meters for a weekend.

In the afternoon, Song Feijue usually went out, and Fang Zhilian fell asleep for a while at home.In the evening, they would drink together and watch "Dream of Paris" while covering the quilt with the wind blowing in from the window.

When the camera was focused on Matthew saying "I love you" to Isabelle, Fang Zhilian noticed that Song Feijue's eyes fell on his side face.A long time, like a long illusion.

But he knew it wasn't an illusion.

The scene has jumped to the scene where Matthew jumped out of the bathtub. Matthew told the siblings that he wanted to hear them say I love you, not that I love you too.

Fang Zhilian rewrote it as before.He turned his face and said to Song Feijue clearly, "I love you very much."

On Monday, it was rare for Fang Zhilian to step into the studio.Song Feijue's home was too far away from the studio, and there was a traffic jam all the way in the morning. When he arrived, Xiao Yuan was already sitting at his work station, and even ran over with his neck stretched out, winking and asking him if the stuff was fun.

Fang Zhilian bent his eyes and smiled, without answering, just thanked: "Thank you."

Xiao Yuan acted like I understood, waved his hand and said no thanks, and went back to his work station.

Fang Zhilian sat down again, and slowly turned on the machine to start working. Suddenly, he heard a few deliberate coughs, and when he looked up, he found that Chen Langqing was standing beside him. He didn't know when he came.

"What? It can't be..."

"That's what you think," Fang Zhilian admitted frankly, "What are you doing here? I'm working."

Chen Langqing opened his mouth wide, seemingly incredulous: "Are you in a relationship?"

He deliberately didn't mention the first love that Fang Zhilian had mentioned, but Fang Zhilian nodded and brought it up on his own initiative: "We never broke up."

"You haven't broken up before, why are you still..." Chen Langqing was completely confused, but he still didn't forget the important thing, "Forget it, you can talk about it slowly after we have a meal together after get off work, first send me the plan of the activity center .”

"Sorry, I don't have time tonight," Fang Zhilian reminded, "I sent it to you before get off work on Friday, check your trash box."

He was sure, Chen Langqing was also a little confused, went back to his desk and turned on the computer to check again, still nothing.

In the end, it was Fang Zhilian who resent it, and Chen Langqing walked away in a desperate manner under his friendly reminder "Please don't use QQ mailbox for work mailbox".

After get off work at night, Fang Zhilian went back to the apartment as usual.

He rented a hotel-style apartment in two stations near the studio. It was originally rented for emergency, so he only rented it for half a year.Now he was inexplicably grateful for his decision at the time.

Whether it is a small rental house of [-] ping, or a small house of [-] or [-] ping in the suburbs where the future direction is unknown, it is good anywhere.He can take Crescent Moon to Yanjing, and there will always be a destination that can accept them.

Fang Zhilian pressed the elevator button, and the metal door slowly closed in front of his eyes.

And those medicines, he felt for the portable medicine box protruding from his bag and thought, a day or two, a month or two months, or even longer—but it doesn’t matter, he no longer has to take it again and again to see hallucinations took medicine.

At least people don't die from insomnia.

The elevator door opened, and when passing by the trash bin at the entrance of the corridor, Fang Zhilian hesitated, but still did not throw away the medicine box in the bag.

He comforted himself after packing up all the medicines in the suitcase before throwing them away together.

It's just that he didn't go home after a weekend, and Fang Zhilian felt as if he was in another world when he faced the house number outside the door again.He habitually wanted to take out the key card from his bag, but found that the key card was not there.

Fang Zhilian looked through the bag, there was really none, he didn't even remember if he had left the key card at home, or was it the company?He remembered the last time when he reissued the key card, the security guard handed him and the landlord each a new key card, and said in a helpless tone, "This is the last time."

Even though he is not yet 30 years old, his memory has declined to a serious level.

Fang Zhilian was embarrassed to bother the security guard, so he tried to call the landlord, but the female robotic voice on the other end kept repeating the phrase "the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

The corridor was very quiet, and only sporadic noises from the next room could be faintly heard occasionally.

Fang Zhilian squatted against the corner of the wall, he raised his phone, and stared at the homeless self on the dormant screen in a daze.

The blackened screen reflected a collapsed puppy face.

Song Feijue went home after ten o'clock in the evening.

The corridor was pitch black, and the voice-activated lights on several floors had been broken long ago.It's not that no residents who live here have complained, but the old house doesn't even have a property, and no one wants to be the one who pays for it first.So complaining is still the same, and repairing is still impossible.

Song Feijue's cell phone was running out of battery, so he didn't turn on the flashlight of the cell phone to illuminate the steps, so he went up to the third floor with the unlit stairs.

It wasn't until Song Feijue stopped by the door to take out the key, and Song Feijue shone the light from the screen into the keyhole, that he noticed Fang Zhilian who was dozing off at the door with his knees in his arms.

Fang Zhilian probably also felt the glare of the light, and subconsciously blocked it with his arm.

"You're back." There was still a bit of tiredness in the voice.

Song Feijue grabbed his wrist and pulled him up: "Why are you here?"

The corridors here are no worse than those in an apartment hotel. Fang Zhilian wore a black half-sleeve, and his back was covered in white wall dust.He couldn't reach it by himself, so Song Feijue patted him a few times, only touching two shoulder blades.

"Didn't I tell you just now?" Fang Zhilian yawned as if he couldn't stand still, "I forgot to bring the key card."

When they said these two sentences, Song Feijue's phone finally ran out of battery, and the only light on it went out.

Therefore, Fang Zhilian did not see Song Feijue's weird eyes in the dark.

He naturally turned on the flashlight and shined it on Song Feijue.

Song Feijue paused, inserted the key into the lockhole and turned it a few times.The door opened, and he turned on the overhead light in the entrance to let Fang Zhilian go in first.

The room was exactly the same as before I left in the morning, even the changed sheets were still hanging on the drying rack.

Fang Zhilian put the bag in his hand on the coffee table, touched the bed sheet, it was already dry.There was still a little chemical scent of laundry detergent in the room, Fang Zhilian couldn't help but lean close to the source and smell it again and again, before reluctantly folding it up and putting it back in the closet.

Song Feijue's mobile phone was charged on the bedside, he went to wash his hands, and only noticed the bag on the coffee table when he came back: "What did you buy?"

"Mustard wontons, although they are quick-frozen," Fang Zhilian removed the plastic bag, revealing the outer packaging of the wontons inside, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat on the phone just now, how do you turn on this induction cooker?"

He filled half of the water in the cooking pot, plugged in the induction cooker, and then concentrated on studying the digital gear displayed on the LCD screen.

"I want to eat?"

Song Feijue looked up at Fang Zhilian's side face, breathing lightly, his tone was too suspicious, so Fang Zhilian naturally misunderstood it.

"I know, I need to add vinegar, I just bought it by the way." Fang Zhilian didn't look up, "Can I transfer it to P11?"

Song Feijue didn't speak for a long time, and it was so long that Fang Zhilian finally felt something was wrong, and asked him strangely what's wrong.

"Yes." Song Feijue's voice was low.

Fang Zhilian nodded, then lowered his head and poured wontons into it.

Song Feijue's gaze stayed on Fang Zhilian's soft hair for only a moment.

He turned back to the bed, and the screen of the phone that had been turned on turned on again.

Song Feijue opened the call log, his fingers brushed the cold and smooth screen, and finally stopped at the last call on the top, one o'clock in the afternoon.

After that, no more calls came in.

The author says:

The half-month daily update ends here, and after that, the frequency of more than [-] words per week will continue.However, it is estimated that there are still about ten chapters to finish. It will look like the end of the month or the beginning of next month at the latest. Next, try to have more words in each chapter. Thank you for following up!