desensitization therapy

When he was in high school, Zhu Wenchang liked to joke, and would always say that he would call the Fourth Hospital of Medical University. He probably didn't expect that Fang Zhilian would actually come one day.

It's just different from the mental hospital in Zhu Wen's joke, the psychiatric department of the fourth hospital has always been ranked high in Linchuan, and it has become famous over time, and eventually developed into a teasing topic for a group of semi-senior high school students.

Unlike the only psychological consultation room that Fang Zhilian had ever seen, there was no white female doctor who could listen to his nonsense.

There are people coming and going in the hospital, no one will pay attention to what department the people around him are in, no one will notice him, and no one will look at him with strange eyes, thinking that he is a different kind.

Fang Zhilian did piles and piles of test scales, and went for a pathological examination before seeing the attending doctor.

The doctor's surname is Shao, he is a middle-aged man in his thirties, and he treats him peacefully.

Without the habitual opening guide, Fang Zhilian began to learn to express his desire to confide.

"I seem to be having unconscious hallucinations on a regular basis."

He put his palms down on his legs and said to Dr. Shao very cautiously.

Dr. Shao raised his head and glanced at Fang Zhilian, without any special reaction, he just gestured for him to continue talking.

"The hallucinations started because of a sleeping pill. After taking that medicine for the first time, I found that half an hour before going to bed, I would have hallucinations about a person I couldn't forget."

"What's the name of the medicine?"

Fang Zhilian said the name of a medicine.Dr. Shao nodded when he heard the words, and said clearly while recording on the paper: "This drug has a certain possibility of causing hallucinations. How long have you been taking it?"

"Five years."

"Apart from hallucinations, do you have abnormal emotions or behaviors such as anxiety, anger, and aggression?"

"No."

Fang Zhilian hesitated for a moment, he seemed unable to understand, but he had to admit the weirdness: "But recently I discovered... this hallucination does not seem to be a side effect of the drug, but a side effect of myself."

His words were really thoughtless, but Dr. Shao's pen tip paused, and continued to record: "In fact, some patients do experience hallucinations during the process of taking this drug. Why do you think your hallucinations are not From drugs?"

"I don't know," Fang Zhilian's palms were slightly sweaty, and he replied blankly, "Occasionally, just occasionally... I feel like a broken machine, always unable to remember something, always I misremembered something. Dr. Shao, have you ever seen patients with hallucinations? What do their hallucinations usually look like?"

Dr. Shao answered him with a concise description: "A powerful and unconstrained style."

Fang Zhilian was thoughtful: "But mine is not."

"I only see him in my hallucinations."

The place to pick up the medicine is in the lobby on the first floor.Fang Zhilian stuffed his backpack to the brim, folded the receipt, and thanked the staff at the window with a smile.

The software showed that the tickets to Yanjing were sold out today, so Fang Zhilian had to change his mind temporarily. He sat on the seat in the lobby for a long time, and suddenly thought of a place.

The taxi driver in Linchuan was still enthusiastic and chatting as always. After Fang Zhilian finished talking about where he was going, the driver glanced in the rear window mirror and laughed heartily: "A foreigner coming to Sichuan to play?"

Fang Zhilian didn't explain this time, and smiled: "Yes."

"There's nothing to do in Linchuan at this time, so it's better to wait for winter," said the driver in the small city, who is familiar with the road and doesn't need to use the navigation. It's not like summer, it's so hot."

"But Yucai Pagoda is only open at this time." Fang Zhilian smiled for no reason.

"What's the point of Yucai Pagoda?" The driver disagreed, "Just look at the scenery, it's not fun, and we locals don't go there very much."

Just like what Song Feijue said, there was nothing fun, Fang Zhilian's thoughts drifted back to that night on the rooftop eight years ago, and he didn't answer.

The driver probably thought he was talking too much and said something wrong, so he glanced back, changed the topic with a few laughs, and turned on the car stereo.

The playlist was full of old songs from more than ten years ago. The driver picked one at random and listened to it with a shake of his head.It just so happened that there was a red light at the intersection ahead, and the humming faintly followed by the back row was clearly heard by the front row.

"You are too kind, you are too beautiful, the warm winter is coming soon..."

The driver couldn't help interrupting the humming: "Hey, not only are you out of tune, but the words are also wrong?"

Fang Zhilian leaned his head against the window glass and asked knowingly, "Really?"

He remembered that in that small room just now, Dr. Shao defined him based on the results of the test report.

"I have to give you medicine." After a few seconds of silence, Dr. Shao said to him.

Fang Zhilian didn't ask about the side effects of the medicine, but just answered yes.

"You can't stop the medicine without authorization," Dr. Shao handed him the list, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Many patients will ask me how long it takes to get better."

This sentence means nothing more than two things - so don't you ask me, or don't you want to ask?

Fang Zhilian didn't know what Dr. Shao meant, he thought for a while, and replied with an ambiguous answer with a smile.

"It's going to be fine anyway."

Not as healthy, but getting better all the time.

Isn't Song Feijue doing the same?

An hour before Yucai Tower closed, Fang Zhilian took the high-speed elevator to the top open-air sightseeing platform.

Similar to what the driver said, the locals in Linchuan really don’t know how to come to Yucai Tower. Even if the outsiders come, they are only limited to having dinner at the revolving restaurant and visiting the top floor by the way.

There is no one on the platform, just a few overhead telescopes standing there alone.

Just like what Song Feijue said was no fun, but Fang Zhilian still walked around and fiddled with the telescopes one by one.

Others look at the stars, but Fang Zhilian only wants to look at the moon.He was so absorbed in fiddling with it that he didn't notice how long the time had passed. He took out the phone with a lot of interest and realized that it was almost time to end the opening, so he quickly turned the focus ring back.

There were slight footsteps behind him, and Fang Zhilian knew that it was the staff who came to urge him, so he frantically turned the focus ring and assured: "I'll be fine soon."

However, there was no answer behind him.

Fang Zhilian paused with his fingers resting on the telescope, and turned his head dully.

He has black hair and black eyes, except for a cold white face. The street light from the city flows through the window, illuminating the corner where he is.

Only he is still.

Song Feijue stood there calmly, with straight lips, as if waiting for Fang Zhilian to look over.

Fang Zhilian stood where he was, his mind almost blank for a few seconds.surprise?surprise?It doesn't seem to be the case. No one can explain the thoughts that arise in just a few seconds, but he thinks that this kind of emotion is probably inexplicable and unclear in the final analysis, so he feels relieved.

The moon in the water, the people in the pond, from the moment he staggered and fell into it, there was no chance to get out of the body.

Fang Zhilian happened to enjoy it.

"How do you know I'm here?" Fang Zhilian looked at him blankly and asked a silly question.

Song Feijue walked to the other side of the telescope, and helped Fang Zhilian screw back the focus ring that was not adjusted properly, and said neatly, "You're not the only one who remembers."

The subtext speaks for itself.

The pale moonlight hit Song Feijue's side face, fully revealing his curving browbones and eyes as bright as glass balls.

"I mentioned it just once," Fang Zhilian was still in a daze, but walked to his side involuntarily, "I didn't even know that I decided to come here tonight on a temporary basis."

"Well," Song Feijue confessed, "but I know."

Fang Zhilian looked at him for a while, still with an incredible expression, but his eyes couldn't help but bend.

"To be honest, do you have that kind of translator function?"

"Which?"

"It's... that translates human mental language, similar to a dog and cat translator."

Song Feijue didn't quite cooperate: "Are you a puppy?"

Fang Zhilian was very cooperative: "Wow, woof."

Such a conversation is really not nutritious, but the corners of Song Feijue's mouth curled down.

Strange to say, Song Feijue doesn't like surprises, and even more hates surprises.Everything he had was like a princess at twelve o'clock, magic would be lost once the time limit expired, and surprises only meant bubbles.

But Fang Zhilian always leaves suddenly and appears again suddenly, which is more precious than surprises and more effective than magic.

Fang Zhilian didn't know what Song Feijue was thinking, he stretched out his fingers to hold Song Feijue, and took a step forward.

Song Feijue couldn't get distracted, and when he came back to his senses, he only heard the second half of Fang Zhilian's muttering: "...It's really not fun, it's better to come and see the ice sculptures in winter."

"Then let's go." Song Feijue made a gesture to leave.

Fang Zhilian suddenly tightened his fingers and rolled his eyes: "It's all here."

Perhaps the moonlight suddenly gave him courage.

"Do you miss me so much?" Fang Zhilian asked Song Feijue in a low voice, all the senses in his body were concentrated in the hands he was holding, "That's why you came to find me."

Song Feijue glanced at him, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by his hasty self-talk.

"Don't say it!"

Fang Zhilian heard his own heartbeat: "Sometimes I feel like you are a... compulsory course that I have retaken many times."

What he said was nonsensical, but Song Feijue understood: "Then what's the answer?"

"Wait a minute," Fang Zhilian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered the last question by himself, "Because you miss me so much and want to see me."

Song Feijue was not angry when he was taken a step ahead: "Then guess what I will do next."

What will he do... In TV dramas, there are usually such romantic plots, Fang Zhilian said without thinking, "Of course it's a kiss!"

Song Feijue seemed to be smiling: "Is this a wish or the next second?"

Fang Zhilian froze for a moment, ready to answer, but his wrist was clasped by cold metal.He opened his eyes subconsciously, and saw a silver watch tied on his wrist, which could barely cover the white coral bracelet and the shallow scars.

The wrist that Song Feijue was holding him was tied with the same watch.

Fang Zhilian stared at the wristwatch and smiled subconsciously, squeezed Song Feijue's fingers lightly, and continued the sentence he had just left in a silly manner: "Guessed wrong again."

Song Feijue told Fang Zhilian, "That's right."

He lowered his eyes, held Fang Zhilian's face and kissed him.The surroundings were so quiet that there was only the sound of intertwined breathing, the magic at twelve o'clock was lifted, and the old bubbles burst and new ones were produced.

For the first time, Fang Zhilian was reluctant to waste a minute and a second in kissing, so he just kept his eyes open and didn't dare to blink, until Song Feijue let go of him, pressed his forehead, and smiled at him again.

"You graduated," he said.

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