desensitization therapy

The nearest flight was at [-]:[-] am the next day. Fang Zhilian didn't have any luggage to pack, he only brought a cabin suitcase, and by the way, he greeted Chen Langqing in advance.

Before leaving the house in the morning, Fang Zhilian reminded Song Feijue to put away his clothes. According to the weather forecast, it will rain tomorrow and the next day.

Song Feijue agreed naturally.He leaned against the door frame, his voice was hoarse, with a hint of laziness.

"collar."

"What's the matter?" Fang Zhilian deliberately pretended not to see the turned-in collar, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him begging for a hug, "then help me pull it off."

Song Feijue could see through his mind so easily.Fang Zhilian blinked guiltily, and got a hug and an imperceptibly light kiss as an extra.

"So what are you doing back in Linchuan?" Chen Langqing asked on the other end of the call, puzzled, "You and Song Feijue don't talk about each other, and don't ask about the other? It's like a middle-aged couple who have been married for 20 years and share the same bed but different dreams. ah."

Fang Zhilian's focus was wrong, and he was quite happy: "So we seem to have been married for 20 years?"

As soon as he left the customs, when the taxi was free, Chen Langqing called.

"Like, like. You can have a golden or diamond wedding," Chen Langqing said in a frustrated voice, "So what date is your plane ticket back?"

"Hurry up tomorrow."

"What if it's slow? Wait, you won't come home and come out, right?"

"I came out eight years ago." An empty car stopped in front of me. Fang Zhilian opened the rear door and answered Chen Langqing seriously, "This time it should be regarded as coming back to mend the cabinet door."

Fang Zhilian came back so suddenly that no one had notified him, so Tang Jitong was a little dazed when he opened the door and saw him.

But Tang Jitong's puzzled expression only appeared for two seconds, and he quickly beckoned him in as if nothing had happened.

"Zhilian is back," Tang Jitong called to the living room, but Cheng Lei didn't reply, so he could only explain to Fang Zhilian with a smile, "I guess I didn't hear it."

"Yes." Fang Zhilian smiled.

He was about the same height as Tang Jitong, and now at the door, Cheng Lei's tense and straight back could be vaguely seen through the gaps between the monstera leaves.

Tang Jitong still had that kind of gentle and slow personality, despite Fang Zhilian's pushback, he still slowly brewed tea and served it.

Fang Zhilian didn't pay attention to it before, but now that he sat down, he realized that Tang Jitong's sideburns had turned gray a lot, and he had reached the age of retirement.

Cheng Lei hadn't spoken since he sat down, she had been staring at the computer and typing intently, and didn't even answer Fang Zhilian's calls to her.Fortunately, the keyboard kept crackling, which made Fang Zhilian's talking to himself less awkward.

Crescent Moon heard the commotion, and got out of nowhere, and walked around the living room curiously.

Tang Jitong probably knew a little about the unhappiness between their mother and son, and after chatting with Fang Zhilian for a few words, he kindly proposed to go for a walk in the park so that they could have a good chat.

"What's there to talk about?" Cheng Lei was finally willing to look up at Fang Zhilian, her gaze fell on Fang Zhilian's face lukewarm, and she quickly looked away.

Tang Jitong didn't say anything else, sighed, asked Fang Zhilian to drink more tea in a good voice, said something to Cheng Lei in a low voice, and then went out.

Fang Zhilian watched Tang Jitong leave, and then looked at Cheng Lei again.

In all fairness, he was grateful to Tang Jitong.

Cheng Lei finally put down the laptop, she took a sip of tea, and didn't look at Fang Zhilian.

"Mom," Fang Zhilian called her softly, "I came back this time to tell you something."

Cheng Lei's expression looked very nervous: "Persuade me not to reverse the case? You don't even think about it. The reason why I have been enduring you is not because what you said is reasonable, but because I thought you would keep our promise."

"I'm so disappointed in you."

Cheng Lei's disappointed judgment was like a heavy iron hook with great weight. It hooked Fang Zhilian's leg, making his steps forward even heavier.

"You won't reverse the case," Fang Zhilian pinched his fingertips, raised his eyes to meet Cheng Lei's, "even without me."

Cheng Lei's complexion became ugly: "Do you think it is useful to use the aggressive method on me?"

"It's not the aggressive method." Fang Zhilian corrected her.

"You won't go. Because you know that Aunt Wen is the one who failed to make the right choice for you. "

Within a few seconds after Fang Zhilian's voice fell, the air was quiet.

Cheng Lei stared down at the floor motionless, and asked with a half smile: "What do you mean by me who failed to make the right choice?"

But Fang Zhilian didn't answer.

"I didn't come here to talk about it, because I know you won't," Fang Zhilian raised his eyes and said word by word, "What I want to say is that Song Feijue didn't stay with me because of revenge. .”

"There is no revenge from the beginning to the end. Aunt Wen is, and so is he. I like him, and he happens to like me too."

Cheng Lei raised her head and glanced at him with complicated emotions.After a while, she took a deep breath, without any expression on her face: "What do you know?"

"Of course I understand," Fang Zhilian said, "just like I never thought of revenge on you."

Cheng Lei stared at him without saying a word, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak.

Fang Zhilian lowered his eyes, turned on the phone, and opened the dial page.The previous call didn't go through for the first time, and Cheng Lei finally asked him who he was calling in a daze, but Fang Zhilian didn't speak, and just made the second call.

The second call was connected after a few rings. Fang Zhilian pressed the speakerphone, and Tang Ting's voice was very clear under the effect of the speaker: "Brother, what's the matter? I'm going to class later."

Cheng Lei stared closely at the mobile phone that made the sound.

"Tang Ting," Fang Zhilian asked a question calmly, "When you were young, you caught a cold and hated your mother for not being with you and buying you canned yellow peaches?"

This is a strange question. If the object is the eight-year-old Tang Ting, maybe Fang Zhilian will really get a result, hate it or not.But he is now facing the 16-year-old Tang Ting.

Sure enough, Tang Ting seemed to be dazed, and after a few seconds of silence, he yelled out: "Are you sick, because of a canned yellow peach? How can I be so childish!"

Fang Zhilian raised his phone and looked at Cheng Lei.

"Anyway, I finally got it, canned yellow peaches." Tang Ting was still rambling on the other end, with a very puzzled tone, "Brother, why do you think about whether you have these all day long?"

Fang Zhilian ignored her and hung up the phone.

He looked down at Cheng Lei who was sitting motionless on the sofa, and asked softly, "Do you believe it now?"

Those words he said in the car, and Tang Ting's sullenness.

After so many years, he forgot, Tang Ting also forgot, only Cheng Lei is still brooding.

Crescent Moon, who had been silent all this time, rubbed her head against Cheng Lei's ankle.

"Song Feijue told me that there is nothing wrong with being responsible for yourself," Fang Zhilian's memory seemed to be dragged back to that noon eight years ago, also in front of Yueya, "I didn't understand it at the time, but I learned later I understand. He probably would rather Aunt Wen make the right choice like you, choose to be responsible for herself and live for herself, rather than being responsible for him."

"Do you really think I made the right choice?"

Cheng Lei interrupted him suddenly, her expression almost collapsed, or she was sarcastic: "Didn't you always want to know? Why didn't I take you away from Pingyi, why didn't I leave you to Fang Huo, you expect me to say something because I have to That's why I left you here, isn't it?"

Fang Zhilian shook his head quietly, but did not answer.

"Let me tell you now, there is no last resort," Cheng Lei spoke faster and faster, "Because I choose to live for myself, you can only be my burden and burden. I work to make money, and I want to spare time to take care of you and raise you up. I want to always listen to what the neighbors say about me, take into account your emotions, and even let you choose whether I can have a second marriage. Until I After my life is exhausted, if I go to light up your life, then I will go crazy!"

"Even so, do you think my choice is right?"

Fang Zhilian looked at Cheng Lei whose expression was out of control in front of her, as if she finally got a glimpse of her true thoughts through the gap.

This kind of emotion is not hatred, if you want to describe it in one word, it can only be resentment.Whom to blame?

She is complaining—maybe it is Fang Huo, why Fang Huo can cheat with peace of mind, even after divorce, he does not need to bear any responsibility and price for abandoning his marriage.Maybe it's Fang Zhilian and Tang Ting who are still young, why can't you understand me?Maybe it's the fault of everyone who has blurred faces and created an unchangeable situation. They have determined the lives of most women like her by themselves.

Or the word resentment of maternal love, usually if an adjective is added in front of this word, it must be "great".

Cheng Lei hates the "great" maternal love, why does she have to sacrifice herself to fulfill this word?

Fang Zhilian slowly bent down. He wanted to stroke Cheng Lei's trembling shoulders, but finally withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"That's right," he told Cheng Lei, "You have your own life, and you should be the number one. I've always thought so."

At the age of 17 who didn't know anything, Fang Zhilian told Song Feijue who already knew everything: She just chose to be responsible for herself, there was nothing wrong.

Just like what he told Cheng Lei now.

Cheng Lei suddenly covered her face.She seemed to be crying, but made no sound.

This was the second time Fang Zhilian saw her tears.

Crescent moon seems to be able to perceive people's emotions, and walks around Cheng Lei's feet irritably.

"Mom," Fang Zhilian said in a hoarse voice, "Song Feijue is...he is more important than my life. I want to be with him for the rest of my life, even if we are separated for a day."

Cheng Lei didn't speak for a long time, Fang Zhilian handed her a tissue, and she took it, barely revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes.

"I still can't accept it." Cheng Lei wiped away her tears, her voice no longer calm.

Yueya looked at her, then at Fang Zhilian, and wagged her tail quietly.

"I know," Fang Zhilian's heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and acid water continued to flow out, "but if one day you can accept it...we will come back together."

He said "we".

Coming out of the corridor entrance, there is a greenery and warm sun outside the door.A spot of light fell on Fang Zhilian's face through the whirling leaves, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his expression relaxed.

Fang Zhilian walked along the row of tree shadows until he walked out of the community and reached the road facing the street.

It happened to be a red light, and the stream of vehicles stopped in an orderly manner.

He looked back for the last time, and at this moment, the tall residential building seemed to be a small box.

Fang Zhilian looked away, and waved to stop an empty car that happened to be stuck here because of a red light.

"Go to the Fourth Hospital of Medical University," he said to the driver in the back seat, "Excuse me."

The author says:

If you don't like a certain character (including the protagonist) or the plot stops in time, that's fine.It's almost over, I wish you all a happy reading.