desensitization therapy

The turning point of the restaurant is a pedestrian street next to the high school. It is the time when the students leave school, and the shouts of the vendors against the neon lights that dilute the evening are noisy and lively.

Chen Langqing threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, narrowed his eyes, and repeated: "Cara? There is no such person."

"Fang Zhilian was very unlucky when he first came here. He met a Homestay whose whole family was sick." Chen Langqing glanced at Song Feijue at this point, as if he hesitated to speak, but he still said it.

"The host of that house...is a pervert. A wife had a child and even harassed him. I didn't know him very well at that time, but I had only heard of it. Later, Fang Zhilian applied to move out of the dormitory. Even if the matter is over, the result may be that he had some conflicts with the psychopath before he moved out, and the eldest son of the junior high school went to his school to spread rumors, saying that Fang Zhilian seduced his father."

Chen Langqing spoke vaguely, but he didn't forget to look up at Song Feijue's expression.

But it's a pity that I couldn't see what happened.

Chen Langqing sighed, and continued: "Almost all the small circle of foreign students who played together at that time knew about this incident, and it was quite a big disturbance. Fang Zhilian also suspended school for a year because of this."

Song Feijue still had no expression on his face, but those few sparks almost burned his fingertips.

"When Fang Zhilian went back to school, no one mentioned it anymore, and he seemed to be fine, just like before. That's when I became familiar with him," Chen Langqing frowned, "But...he must have been ill at that time. He occasionally spoke into the air, and often said things we didn't even know, but he himself spoke with certainty."

"But we didn't dare to tell him directly. At that time, a mutual friend of the two of us recommended a psychological clinic to Fang Zhilian, and he really went there all the time. He also wore a rosary all day long, saying that it was his psychological clinic. The doctor gave it to him."

Chen Langqing said: "We always thought he was fine."

"He's becoming more and more normal, he won't talk nonsense anymore, and occasionally he'll tell me about you," Chen Langqing turned away, "but until... about his junior year? Suddenly one day, he said The white female doctor named Cara passed away because of a landslide. At that time, his state suddenly became very wrong, and he said that it was all his fault. I noticed it and asked the psychological clinic secretly, only to find out that there was no A psychiatrist named Cara."

Chen Langqing laughed self-deprecatingly: "I didn't know what kind of disease it was at the time? Dual personality? After all, hallucinations are just a trance, so how about imagining a person who doesn't exist at all? Isn't it a bit too unbelievable."

Song Feijue was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice, "Has he described Cara's characteristics to you?"

"Of course, many times," Chen Langqing recalled, "probably long curly hair, fair skin, very gentle personality, and by the way, he also likes to wear light purple dresses... It's because he described it in too much detail, and I even kept Never doubted it."

A high school student passed by on a bicycle, and the bicycle bell rang crisply.

Out of the corner of the eye, Song Feijue lowered his eyelashes, soaked by a small piece of bluish white moonlight, casting a thin layer of shadow under his eyes.

"I see."

He replied very strangely.

Chen Langqing's reaction was a bit slow, and he was a little slow, what do you know?

But there is no chance to ask.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Zhilian stuffed receipts and cards into his wallet and went down the steps.

The steps are not high, and Fang Zhilian jumped down from the last two floors. He seemed to be in a good mood, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes when he raised his face.

"Let's chat casually," Chen Langqing wiped the back of his head unnaturally, and pretended to change the subject nonchalantly, "Didn't you agree to treat me?"

"You will be indispensable next time." Fang Zhilian's eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

Chen Langqing pursed his lips, and looked at Song Feijue again, and found that he had already turned his face to look at Fang Zhilian, with a very focused expression, as if he couldn't tell anyone else apart.

Fang Zhilian happened to be looking up at him as well, holding two packing boxes in his hand, with a smile on his face: "I packed Longjing shrimp, and I will eat it tomorrow morning."

never mind.Chen Langqing shook his head, sighed, and swallowed back what he wanted to say, "Take care of him, you two will have a good time".

Life is not any door that Doraemon can pass through with a wave of his hand, nor is a person who takes a panacea and becomes bigger, smaller and healthier by being dragged by another trapped life.

The days are long.

The restaurant is not far from the apartment. On the way back, Fang Zhilian took her home to pick up the key card and daily necessities sent by the landlord.

It is very troublesome for outsiders to register when entering the apartment.There were not many things to take, so Fang Zhilian went up by himself.

The landlord is a middle-aged woman with a good personality. Even though Fang Zhilian has troubled her many times, she still has no complaints, and told him to take care of it this time.

Fang Zhilian nodded repeatedly, exchanged pleasantries with her for a while, and finally said with embarrassment that he did not intend to renew the lease when it expired.

The landlord was not surprised: "Alright, you live here often, and you want to find a more convenient house."

"You have to keep the keys when you live alone," the landlord reminded him. "You young children are forgetful, and you can't always change the door locks. What if something happens?"

Fang Zhilian pursed her lips and smiled, and while patiently listening to the landlord's instructions, she unzipped the bag and stuffed the key card into the innermost layer.

There was always nothing in his bag, and even the innermost layer contained only a credit card and door card that he usually used.

Probably won't be back until the expiration date.Fang Zhilian thought for a while, and pulled out the credit card inside. Just about to put the key card back, his eyes suddenly froze.

Inside was a key card that was exactly the same as in his hand.

Wasn't there when I looked for it last time?

Fang Zhilian took out the key card in a daze, and carefully compared it with the incandescent lamp in the corridor.

"Xiao Fang?" the landlord called him slowly.

Fang Zhilian suddenly came back to his senses, and covered the two cards with his palm: "Say it."

The summer solstice is approaching, and the temperature at night suddenly rises, making it hot and boring.

The vertical air conditioner in the room was broken, and when the remote control was turned on, it only turned on the red light and did not blow the air. Fang Zhilian stood on the chair and struggled with it for a long time, his face turned red, and finally gave up.

"Let's find someone to fix it tomorrow." Fang Zhilian fanned it twice with his hands in frustration, "It's too hot."

Song Feijue pushed his wet bangs aside and said nothing.

Fang Zhilian took a shower before coming out, and the air conditioner had returned to normal operation.

"Did you fix it?" He asked, pointing to the air conditioner.

Song Feijue was leaning on the bed reading a book, when he heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Is it still hot?"

"It's not hot anymore," Fang Zhilian was never stingy with compliments, and hugged her stickily, "You are the best!"

Song Feijue grabbed his arm with his backhand, and smiled helplessly, "Is that so powerful?"

"Awesome," Fang Zhilian said, "You will always be No.1 in my heart, everything."

Song Feijue didn't speak.After a few seconds of silence, he folded the pages and put them aside, then lay them flat.

"I want to hear about your time in America."

Fang Zhilian misunderstood, and lay down beside him: "You still want to go abroad?"

"I have savings," Fang Zhilian said sincerely, "If you still want to study, it's never too late for us to go abroad together."

Song Feijue turned his face to the side, and slowly touched Fang Zhilian's face with his fingers, but didn't pinch this time.

"But I won't read it anymore." Fang Zhilian chased after his knuckles and kissed him, changing his tone with a relaxed tone, "I have postponed my university for a year and a half, and I really don't want to read it anymore."

"Why did you delay the completion?" Song Feijue asked unhurriedly.

Fang Zhilian paused for a moment, and answered in a vague voice: "I haven't completed enough credits."

He didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so he changed his mind in a non-smart way: "It's strange, when I went back to get the key card today, I found the original key card was in my bag, but I couldn't find it last time. "

For a few seconds, the people around me were even breathing quietly.Fang Zhilian just wanted to turn his head to look, but his fingers were hooked, and Song Feijue's steady voice was next to his ear: "I'll take it after I change the house."

Change house?Fang Zhilian was startled for a moment, then quickly remembered.

"Okay." His voice was a little tight.

Song Feijue closed his eyes quietly, his slightly moving eyelashes caught the faint light and shadow pouring down from the window.

Fang Zhilian's heart suddenly became very hot, or it was just an illusion caused by the stuffy air.He whispered to Song Feijue, "Actually, I wanted to come back very early, really early."

Then what?What should I say?In his junior year, he told Cheng Lei that he would come back, and Cheng Lei angrily threatened him with getting Wen Peitang to reverse the case?

As soon as Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, he could think of the scene of Wen Peitang standing in front of him in a light purple dress and smiling softly that day. He even saw Wen Peitang and Song Feijue in the office 11 years ago in his hallucinations.

If he had a choice, if Wen Peitang had a choice.

At some point, Song Feijue opened his eyes again,

They looked at each other in the dark, and Song Feijue suddenly raised his face and kissed his trembling eyelashes lightly.

Fang Zhilian buried his face in trembling, it was strange that his eyes became hot and trembling because of a kiss.

If breathing can be faked and words can deceive, then the most honest thing must be the heartbeat.

Fang Zhilian posted Song Feijue's heartbeat, his mind was empty.

He suddenly felt that the 17-year-old himself was so funny that he would believe that Song Feijue was with him out of revenge.

revenge?

An unknown voice sounded in his sinking consciousness.

And soon, that questioning voice became Cheng Lei's voice.

"Do you hate your mother, are you taking revenge on your mother in this way?" - This was eight years ago.

"I gave in again and again, just to make you continue to repeat the same mistakes and get homosexual revenge on me?"-this was yesterday.

Song Feijue was still looking sideways at him, with that staring gaze that he couldn't read.

Fang Zhilian sat up in a daze, as if he had realized something that he had never realized before, a large area of ​​his back was soaked.

"I have to go back to Linchuan."

He turned his head and said to Song Feijue solemnly.

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