desensitization therapy

If Fang Zhilian really had a tail, the moment he stood at the door of the garage, he would have raised his tail and kept wagging it.

It's a pity that Fang Zhilian didn't have one, so he could only smile and return what Ah Rui had said: "Are we worthy?"

Ah Rui's eyes were dull, he looked at Fang Zhilian, and then at Song Feijue who was standing beside him, holding a half-gnawed apple in his hand, he couldn't answer for a long time.

Compared with Ah Rui's reaction, Zhu Wen's reaction seemed much more flat.

"I've seen for a long time that the two of you are tired." Zhu Wen drank a pinch of cold beer alone, wiped his mouth after drinking, and slapped the table, "You are willing to go to that terrible Mala Tang just to accompany him , and gave up our BBQ!"

Fang Zhilian thought that you saw a fart, but he still said calmly: "Hurry up and eat, don't drink."

They flew back to Yanjing tomorrow morning, and had to detour back early to pick up the crescent moon. It was almost midnight, but Zhu Wen was holding on to a table of beer and couldn't let go.

As soon as Fang Zhilian was perfunctory, Zhu Wen quit: "I'll drink it!"

The booze-crazed brawl was endless, and they drank until the teppanyaki shop was about to close.The owner of the shop is a young man about their age. Seeing that Zhu Wen cupped his fists to respect Song Feijue's success in remodeling, and then cried and called his girlfriend to act coquettishly, he couldn't help being amazed: "You can get drunk even after drinking such a little beer. talent."

Fang Zhilian got a headache from Zhu Wen's noise, so he moved the bench out a little and put his arms on the plastic table to prevent Zhu Wen's body from tilting and falling.

He and Song Feijue sat one on the left and the other on the right, which happened to surround Zhu Wen, and also prevented the possibility of Zhu Wen's drinking and frolicking at other tables.

Song Feijue looked at Fang Zhilian from across the seat, his brows and eyes stretched, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Zhilian closed his eyes and opened them again, heaving a sigh of relief.He was worried that Zhu Wen's words about those years would not be deep or shallow, but he was narrow-minded in this way.

A numbness suddenly came from the back of his neck, and he shivered, only to hear Song Feijue's voice: "Don't move."

Fang Zhilian really didn't move.

Song Feijue pressed the protruding bone in the back of his neck repeatedly, and asked casually, "Tired?"

"No." Song Feijue's fingers were icy, but they were especially suitable for physical contact in hot summer.Fang Zhilian squinted his eyes in comfort, like a puppy being pinched at the back of his neck and still not aware of it, "I'm thinking about how to send him back."

Song Feijue seemed to be laughing, the laughter was so light that Fang Zhilian couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"what happened?"

"Comfortable?"

"Um……"

"Friends," Zhu Wen didn't know whether he was drunk or not, now he raised his face with his arms, and suddenly said again, "You two are talking about love, can you stop putting me in the middle?"

Fang Zhilian's worries didn't come true. At the end of the meal, Zhu Wen's girlfriend took a taxi to pick him up.

Zhu Wen was not in good shape, leaning hard against the girl, muttering: "It's so good, you two. It's so good."

Fang Zhilian hooked Song Feijue's fingers, feeling inexplicably heavy, with an indescribable melancholy.

Zhu Wen's girlfriend didn't ask them to help, so she pushed Zhu Wen into the back of the taxi with three swipes, and said goodbye to them politely.

Although she was close, Fang Zhilian still couldn't see her face clearly because the other party was wearing a mask and hat.While he was in a daze, Song Feijue had already greeted him politely.

Zhu Wen didn't stop in the car, lowered the car window, smirked at Fang Zhilian and repeated: "That's great."

How about you and Yuli, are you okay?

Of course, it is not appropriate to ask such a question.Fang Zhilian thought of You Li and Zhu Wen at the class reunion at the beginning of the year, and finally chose not to ask anything like the last time, and watched a row of car exhaust fumes leave.

Zhu Wen, who shouted "I will definitely go to Pingyi" to the sea at dusk, and You Li, who pretended to be calm but asked "Do you still want to go to Pingyi's university?"Zhu Wen, who firmly said "distance is nothing, it can't kill my liking anyway", and You Li, who is rarely silent with bright eyes.

They crossed the gully of time without saying a word, and just separated in the unknown intermittent river.

Fang Zhilian didn't know what to say, but held Song Feijue's hand even tighter.

The next day, they took Crescent Moon back to Yanjing.

There is no off-season and peak season for design. If you have a project, you will be busy, and if you don’t have a project, you will be idle.Chen Langqing had been idle for half a year, and thought that the studio would not be able to escape the fate of closing down, but he didn't expect that when Fang Zhilian came, it would be a turnaround.

Fang Zhilian has been busy for half a month, and finally dealt with the project in hand. Song Feijue is also busy, but Fang Zhilian doesn't know what he is busy with.

It's rare for them to be in sync, they go from nine to ten every day, and sometimes Song Feijue even comes back later.

After half a month, Crescent Moon became wilted.It just changed to an unfamiliar environment, without cat climbing frames and toys for half the room, without automatic drinking fountains and feeders, and it suddenly became uncomfortable and went to the pet hospital twice because of gastrointestinal problems.

Once free, Fang Zhilian began to seriously consider changing houses.

Buying a house is a must, but not now.

They took a weekend to look at the rented house together, and finally settled on a one-bedroom apartment in the third ring road, with a rent of more than 8000 a month, paid quarterly.

When signing the lease contract, Fang Zhilian whispered to Song Feijue, "You know what? I used to fantasize about a picture."

The agent was very busy and couldn't be free for a moment. He was still on the phone with the next client who was looking at the house, and his voice was very loud.

Song Feijue lowered his voice: "What picture."

"If one day Fang Huo comes to me and tells me in tears that he regrets what he did before and is willing to give me all his inheritance and ask me to forgive him," Fang Zhilian approached mysteriously, raising his eyebrows , "I must ruthlessly throw away the bank card and say it's too late, I don't need it."

Song Feijue glanced sideways at Fang Zhilian, with a half-smile, as if he already knew what he was going to say next.

He guessed right, Fang Zhilian laughed himself after he finished speaking, but immediately the corners of his mouth collapsed again: "But in case he wants to come to me now, I will..."

Song Feijue didn't speak, and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped Fang Zhilian's forehead quite heavily.

"It hurts." Fang Zhilian protested weakly.

Song Feijue leaned his upper body forward, and glanced over with a smile on his face: "Can you have something to do?"

Fang Zhilian was stared at by his beautiful eyes, and his heart rate was a little too fast, so he replied "Yes" without any confidence.

Going home in the afternoon, Fang Zhilian had a rare time to sleep for a while, and it was already night when he woke up again.

He was awakened by Crescent Moon's pad, and when he opened his eyes, a magnified cat's face was in front of him.

Fang Zhilian added cat food and water to Yueya, and yawned to pour the water, worrying about what to eat for dinner by the way.

But his troubles didn't last long, Song Feijue came back, and brought back the hot dry noodles downstairs.

The sesame sauce bag and vinegar bag that come standard with hot and dry noodles, it happens that Fang Zhilian eats a lot of sesame sauce, and Song Feijue is jealous a lot.It's a pity that they all like crushed peanuts. There are two small bags in total. Fang Zhilian always pours them all into Song Feijue's bowl with a serious face every time. Finally, Song Feijue can't stand him anymore and goes to the refrigerator to take out a box of salt-baked peanuts.

After dinner, Fang Zhilian ate watermelon and watched a movie at the corner of the coffee table, while Song Feijue went to wash up.

Crescent Moon arched its head and sniffed around, Fang Zhilian made a gesture to grab it, and it ran fast, not forgetting to look back vigilantly.

Fang Zhilian played back and forth with Yueya a few times, finally calmed down, picked up a piece of watermelon that was not too cold, and started to eat.

Song Feijue just came out of the shower. While wiping his hair, he took a bank card from the cabinet by the door and put it on the coffee table.

"What card?"

Fang Zhilian pressed the pause button with his knuckles bent, and asked vaguely.

"You're not looking at the house," Song Feijue let go of his fingers, lifted a few strands of wet black hair, and said in a flat tone, "I saved some of it."

Fang Zhilian was in a daze for several seconds. He thought the fan had stopped working, and the watermelon juice stuck between his fingers was sticky, as if it was sticking to his thoughts.

"I'm rich..." he said in a low voice, with only one thought in his mind: nothing to mention.

Song Feijue probably didn't hear what he said at all, he said with a smile in his voice, "Why don't I accompany you through the drama addiction of raising your hand and throwing the card away?"

"No need!" Fang Zhilian almost jumped up, sat down after thinking for a while, looked at the bank card on the coffee table, and asked softly, "Where did you get the money?"

"Stock trading." Song Feijue sat down beside him and didn't say much.

Fang Zhilian nodded, and pressed his fingers stiffly to continue playing the video.If it was about other things, he would probably say "You are so amazing" in an adoring tone, even if you don't say it, you must think about it.

But now he couldn't say it, and even couldn't help but think about it—does Song Feijue really want to buy a house?Or just because he wants to buy it?Would Song Feijue feel pressured?

Song Feijue said that he had graduated, but Fang Zhilian thought that he might still not be able to understand this course that he had retaken countless times. After all, the graduation that floated in the sky was different from the graduation with full marks.

He was thinking about these things in a mess, and he couldn't concentrate on watching the movie, and he always wanted to sneak a look at Song Feijue's side face.

Song Feijue probably wasn't very interested in the movie, so he only glanced at it a few times before standing up again.

Fang Zhilian held his chin and followed him with his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly smiled.

Forget it, after all, even eating hot and dry noodles is a match made in heaven, Fang Zhilian said to himself in his heart, maybe in the future, even flying at low altitude can improve to full marks.

There is time.

Song Feijue leaned down and touched Yueya's head, Fang Zhi looked at it eagerly, bit the tip of the watermelon, and joked after the classic lines in the movie: "The person I like is an unrivaled hero, one day he will Come and marry me with a colorful toothbrush and a colorful mouthwash cup.”

Song Feijue glanced at him, but said nothing.

Crescent Moon called "Meow Meow Meow" several times at him, probably just wanting canned food.

Fang Zhilian had no cans to give, so he just smirked along with the movie.He let it go after he finished speaking, and didn't want any interesting reaction. He winked at Song Feijue and continued to hold the iPad to watch the movie that had been paused.

The movie continues.

The watermelon juice sticking to the fingertips was very sweet. Fang Zhilian licked his fingers and wanted to take out a wet towel to wipe it off, but he couldn't reach it because his knees were curled up.

Song Feijue did not know when he stood beside him, easily pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Fang Zhilian raised his head with a smile, and was about to take it, but saw the light yellow mouthwash cup in Song Feijue's hand.

However, Song Feijue's expression was gentle, with a bit of crushed carelessness, but it seemed extremely solemn.

These two contradictory adjectives are no longer contradictory when applied to him.

"There are no more colorful ones," Song Feijue weighed the cup in his hand, lowered his eyes and asked, "Can you make it up?"

Fang Zhilian stared at him blankly.

The temperature in the room seemed to have risen again. It was so hot that his face was flushed, his heart was swollen, and even his fingers stained with watermelon juice were almost sticky.

There was never a moment when Fang Zhilian wished that his eyes could become a video camera with full battery capacity forever.

Romantic, ordinary every second.He is willing to dutifully record every frame of being with Song Feijue, like a movie that only records once in a lifetime.

Although it sounds boring and long.

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