desensitization therapy

With the lessons learned from the previous day, Fang Zhilian deliberately went out half an hour earlier, and took a short nap in the studio.

On the other hand, Chen Langqing was unreliable at all, he hurried in with two paper bags of coffee at a quarter past nine.

Chen Langqing sent them to each station, and when they were sent to Fang Zhilian, he saw Chen Langqing's black eyes and said, "You played games all night again?"

"Understand me," Chen Langqing handed over the iced Americano in the paper bag, and yawned along the way, "Didn't you sleep well?"

Fang Zhilian rubbed the center of his brows, his face could not hide his tiredness, but his tone was light: "It's okay."

Chen Langqing seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he looked around and saw that no one was looking this way, so he moved closer and asked, "Have you stopped eating that recently?"

"Which one?" Fang Zhilian was amused by Chen Langqing's cautious attitude, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "It's so cryptic, I've already stopped eating."

Chen Langqing glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "You really can't go to see a doctor. The insomnia can be serious or minor. In case there are other things... May I introduce you to a psychiatrist I know?"

"It's okay." Fang Zhilian inserted the straw into the cup, and added a half cup of ice cubes to the American style, which made him sober up a lot. "It will take a while to recover after stopping the medicine, and it will be fine after a while. "

Chen Langqing nodded, but he still didn't leave with the paper bag in his hand.

Fang Zhilian noticed that Chen Langqing was hesitating to speak, and looked up, his smile faded.

"I haven't been sick much lately," he half-joked. "Don't be afraid of me."

"What do you say!"

Chen Langqing was upset, and he didn't care whether the people around could hear it. When he slapped the table, the ice cubes in the plastic cup that were almost overflowing shook twice.

"With your small physique, I'm still afraid of you," Chen Langqing stretched out his arms to wrap around Fang Zhilian's shoulders, and also jokingly resolved it, "I can knock down five with one punch."

The evening is a long-lost reward dinner, and Chen Langqing treats guests.On the way home after the dinner party, Fang Zhilian stopped by the supermarket and brought two bags back to Song Feijue's house.

Song Feijue gave him the keys to his house just this morning.He was afraid of losing it, so he deliberately stuffed it behind the transparent case of the phone, and the key was right there with the phone.

Song Feijue hadn't come back when Fang Zhilian came home, so he skillfully turned on the lights, and stuffed all the things he bought in the supermarket into the refrigerator.

He likes a well-stocked refrigerator, not because he's a hoarder, but because he feels more at home.

Song Feijue came back a little earlier than Fang Zhilian expected, and they ate face-to-face dinner that Fang Zhilian had prepared with semi-finished products from the supermarket.

Halfway through eating, Fang Zhilian turned on the monitor, and he naturally went to Song Feijue's side, and handed the phone upside down to Song Feijue.

On the screen is the monitoring picture of Crescent Moon scratching the cat climbing frame.Ever since Tang Ting started school, she has lost a lot of time with her. Yueya is bored with being alone with a cat every day. Even Cheng Lei, who doesn't pay much attention to her, will go over to rub her trousers affectionately.

But the monitoring was only installed in the upstairs room, and Fang Zhilian had never seen this scene much.Most of the pictures he saw were Crescent Moon rolling alone in the room, eating and drinking, scratching the cat climbing frame, and sleeping.

Fang Zhilian turned on the microphone and called Crescent Moon into the phone.Crescent Moon on the screen immediately raised her head when she heard the familiar voice, and meowed out of nowhere towards an empty corner.

"If there is a chance, let's take Crescent Moon over."

Fang Zhilian couldn't help imagining the future scene, and suddenly thought of whether cats could be kept here, so he immediately changed his words: "But I don't know yet, wait..."

"Okay," Song Feijue accepted the proposal easily, "give me the bowl."

Before Fang Zhilian could finish his supplementary words, he stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him being taken away.He came back to his senses and looked at the crescent moon on the screen who had squatted in front of the monitor at some point, staring at the monitor with a pair of big eyes, as if he had to see through what it was before he would give up.

He buried his face in the crook of his arms, bent his eyes unconsciously and smiled, resting his fingers on the small crescent ears on the screen, and touched its ears from the air in a good mood.

The days in May this year are hotter than in previous years, and only the temperature at night can be called just right.After dinner, Fang Zhilian huddled on the bed and picked out the movie to watch that night.

The phone was muted, and it took him a long time to choose one, and then he looked at the phone, only to find that there were five missed calls.

It was all from Cheng Lei.

Fang Zhilian hesitated whether to call back. This was the first call Cheng Lei made after their last quarrel in Linchuan.

After hesitating, Cheng Lei made another sixth call, this time a video call.

His fingers hovered over the green button, and he finally got through the call before it hung up.

Cheng Lei probably didn't expect him to connect, the front of the phone was very close, but she quickly reacted and moved the distance a little further.

Fang Zhilian lifted up the phone, fixed the picture behind him on this white wall, and called her in a low voice: "Mom."

The faint sound of running water in the kitchen was intermittent.

"Well," Cheng Lei responded, she was silent for a few seconds, her voice was a little distorted by the electric current, "Fang Huo called me not long ago, but I've been busy recently, so I don't have time to ask you."

Fang Zhilian knew what Fang Huo would say when he called without guessing. He just complained that Cheng Lei didn't teach him well, saying that he was uneducated, and that the money he had spent so many years was wasted and fed to the dogs.In the end they were bound to quarrel again.

Sure enough, Cheng Lei told him calmly: "You shouldn't talk to him like that."

After all, he is still your father - Fang Zhilian thought Cheng Lei would say that, but she just paused and did not continue.

"I thought you thought so too," Fang Zhilian spoke slowly, with some hesitation, "Don't you?"

Cheng Lei said: "You don't have to say what you think."

"He now thinks that you are his only son, and you are the only ones who are related by blood," her voice was unhurried, "It doesn't matter what you think of Fang Huo, and I can't control you, but at least you have to save face and put Take back everything that needs to be taken.”

"I don't need it." Fang Zhilian said.

"Then what do you need?" Cheng Lei asked him back.

It's been a long time since they had such a peaceful conversation, and Fang Zhilian didn't want to break this calm.He was silent for two seconds, and swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

The bowls and chopsticks were cleaned and put back in the cupboard. Song Feijue pulled a wet towel and slowly dried his wet fingers.

Cheng Lei heard the footsteps that were neither light nor heavy, she was keenly aware of someone else making the sound, and said in a cold tone, "Is there someone next to you?"

Fang Zhilian didn't answer.

Cheng Lei seemed to have realized that his silence meant affirmation, and her breathing became more rapid: "Turn the camera over, I want to see your room."

Fang Zhilian still didn't move. He met Song Feijue's gaze, and pressed the phone screen to his chest separated by a layer of fabric.

"Speak!" Cheng Lei's sharp voice penetrated through the speaker, "Is Song Feijue by your side? I give in again and again, just to make you continue to repeat the same mistakes and get homosexual revenge on me?"

"Let's talk after you calm down." Fang Zhilian said to the other end of the phone.

He didn't wait for Cheng Lei to make any sound, and hung up the call first.

However, Cheng Lei refused to give up, and immediately after another video call, Fang Zhilian pressed the button and turned off the phone directly.

Fear, or bewilderment, clenched Fang Zhilian's entire heart. He buried his face in his knees, feeling his heart still beating violently.

Cheng Lei is the switch that controls the beating speed of this heart.

After a long time, Fang Zhilian felt his cheeks being lifted up by a pair of cold hands.

He caught off guard and ran into Song Feijue's eyes, which didn't have much emotion.

Will Song Feijue still believe him?Fang Zhilian suddenly felt an illusion of fear.

"She won't reverse the case." Fang Zhilian grabbed Song Feijue's palm, as if eager to prove something, "You trust me."

Song Feijue let out a "hmm", his answer was too short to hear any unnecessary meaning.

Fang Zhilian wanted to say something, but Song Feijue put his fingers lightly on his back and patted him twice, as if he was not very skilled in coaxing people.

"Trust you," he said.

That night, Fang Zhilian secretly went to the bathroom to take medicine while Song Feijue was asleep.

The lack of sleep for several days and Cheng Lei's phone call almost pushed him to the breaking point.With trembling hands, he stuffed the pills into his mouth one by one, without lubricating with water, he just swallowed desperately.

Song Feijue was still asleep when Fang Zhilian came out. He heaved a sigh of relief, threw the remaining tablet of medicine under the garbage bag, quietly turned on the bed and closed his eyes.

Song Feijue turned his back to Fang Zhilian, he opened his eyes, and heard the creaking sound of the bed board, and the rubbing sound of Fang Zhilian turning up the quilt lightly.

Maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes.

A pair of arms hugged him from behind, and Song Feijue heard Fang Zhilian's vague voice: "Are you real?"

It's like talking in a dream.

But Song Feijue knew it was not a dream.

No one answered Fang Zhilian, and Fang Zhilian seemed to be able to continue talking to himself: "Really."

Song Feijue didn't look back, he could feel the quilt being lifted, Fang Zhilian sat up, and was looking down at him.

This scene should be very absurd. The person lying next to the same bed sat up and looked at him expressionlessly as if he had changed another personality at night, just like the beginning of a horror movie.

But Song Feijue just closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

Fang Zhilian just sat up for a while, then lay down obediently.This time Song Feijue didn't hear any sound, it seemed that Fang Zhilian had just fallen asleep.

Until those arms wrapped around his side again.

Fang Zhilian's voice was very low, with an imperceptible crying voice, he gently rubbed his cheek against Song Feijue's back, like a wronged puppy acting like a spoiled child.

"Which Jue is yours?" Fang Zhilian asked to himself, but his arms tightened even more, "I thought it was a heartless Jue."

The next morning, Fang Zhilian had a rare sleep and woke up naturally.

The curtains in the room couldn't cover the harsh light, so that when he opened his eyes and saw the bright sky outside the window, he was still in a daze for a while.

A faint voice came from the bathroom, probably Song Feijue was washing up.

Fang Zhilian glanced at the time on the phone and became even more dizzy.He imagined Chen Langqing's expression, a bit regretting the two pills he took yesterday, but he took a photo from left to right, and found that fortunately there was no allergy, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked in the mirror, Song Feijue just came out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet and dripping.

"I asked for leave for you." Song Feijue said, "Go wash."

Fang Zhilian let out a silly oh, and forgot to ask him why he was still at home at this hour.

The long and steady sleep last night made him suddenly a little dull.

On the plastic shelf in the bathroom, two cups and toothbrushes of the same style and different colors are next to each other.Fang Zhilian stared at it for a long time before remembering that he bought it from the supermarket yesterday.

It turned out that Song Feijue had already used it.

He took down the light yellow cup, just about to squeeze the toothpaste, but found that the toothpaste was already squeezed.

Fang Zhilian looked down at the toothpaste, then at himself in the mirror, and suddenly smiled.

Forget it, he thought, even if it is a lifetime side effect, it seems to be nothing.

When Fang Zhilian came out, Song Feijue was frying eggs. He walked around the refrigerator, took a box of blueberries from it, and washed them next to Song Feijue.

The space is so big in total, and when two people get close, they will inevitably be shoulder to shoulder.While washing the blueberries, Fang Zhilian thought about the plot of feeding fruits for breakfast in the TV series, but in the end he was too shy and embarrassed, so he fed himself one and left with the plate.

A lot of things bought in the supermarket last night were piled up on the coffee table, and the coffee table was always piled up with bits and pieces.Fang Zhilian hadn't sorted it out yet, so he habitually set aside a small space, and almost set aside the glass along with it.

Fortunately, he stabilized the cup in time so that the cup would not fall and shatter.

A little water was spilled in the cup, Fang Zhilian pulled a wet towel to wipe the bottom of the cup dry first, and then wiped the tabletop which was wet and darkened by the water droplets with lingering fear.

Then his movements stopped suddenly.

The thing next to the water glass was all too familiar to Fang Zhilian - it was the tablet of medicine that he quietly threw into the trash bag last night, and there were two unfinished pills that were crumpled and folded.

The fried eggs were put on the plate, and the spatula and the porcelain made a moderate sound when they collided.

Song Feijue picked up the plate, he turned around, and saw Fang Zhilian staring at him with wide eyes.His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"Can you tell me now?" Song Feijue staggered his eyes, his voice calm and tense.He put the plate of fried eggs on the coffee table, and his knuckles inadvertently brushed the foil packaging of the medicine.

"What medicine are you taking?"

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