desensitization therapy

A clump of winter jasmine next to the terrace is blooming recklessly, and when the white gauze curtain is opened, the eyes are full of golden hula.

Song Feijue stepped on his slippers, dug out a bottle of mineral water from the small refrigerator under the table and drank a couple of sips.He threw the half-sunken bottle at the end of the bed, walked to the balcony railing, and shook out a cigarette from the pack without lighting it.

Two days ago, Wen Peitang called again.She said that Aunt Yu pushed her to the park today, and the willow trees were all twitched. She also said that Yu Qiu seemed to have met a good date recently, and Aunt Yu could finally feel relieved.At the end of the phone call, Wen Peitang asked him softly if he was busy with work recently, and asked him to smoke less.

Song Feijue put the phone close to his ear and said hello.

Wen Peitang has hardly interfered with him since he was released from prison.

Except smoking.

The first time Wen Peitang saw Song Feijue smoking was one night at the end of last year. Aunt Yu pushed her to the supermarket that night, and she came back an hour earlier than expected.They came in from the back door of the community, passing through the garden, and Aunt Yu suddenly pointed to not far away and asked in a low voice, "Is that Xiao Song?"

With his back to them, Song Feijue leaned against the wall and smoked.The supporting facilities of the old community were broken and not repaired all the year round. There was no light, and it took Wen Peitang a long time to see the back clearly.

His whole figure seemed to blend into a corner of the night, very quiet.

On the same night, Wen Peitang hesitated for a long time before knocking on Song Feijue's door before going to bed, and asked him if he thought about finding a companion to spend the night with.

Song Feijue looked at her and agreed.

But not long ago, after the matter with Yu Qiu came to an end, Wen Peitang called him again, but he just smiled and said forget it.

So Wen Peitang began to persuade him to give up smoking.

Song Feijue promised well every time, and would pay attention not to smoke in front of Wen Peitang, but once out of her sight, he smoked more fiercely.

Intermittent voices came from the balcony next door, Fang Zhilian seemed to be still asleep, and his voice was sticky.

Song Feijue bit the explosive pearl.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he was not addicted to cigarettes, and it wasn't cigarettes that made him addicted.

The aroma of mint diffused out, and the voices next door continued.

"Why should I go back?" Fang Zhilian was probably not sober enough, he opened the glass door of the terrace, put his arm on the railing, and pressed his cheek crookedly.

It seems that you can be more awake by sticking to the cold railing.

He didn't know who he was on the phone with, his tone of speech was flat, but his raised eyebrows looked very vivid: "Stop coming."

"I'm very busy, I don't have time to see you, and it's better not to make phone calls," Fang Zhilian turned down the volume a little, "Ah, what are you talking about? If you are free, you can go to the square dance, you are young Didn’t you like to go to the club to dance duet Latin when you were young? Although now it’s not likely that anyone will care about you.”

Suddenly there was no sound from the opposite end. He glanced at the screen and said to himself, "Hang up?"

Fang Zhilian yawned, and slowly turned off the phone screen. He was about to walk back when he looked up and found Song Feijue was leaning on the railing of the balcony next door and looking at him.

The wind passing through the hall lifted the clump of winter jasmine, and the branches dangled.

Fang Zhilian bent his eyes, and shook the phone slightly at Song Feijue, pretending to say hello.

"My dad," he didn't know whether he was explaining, or casually raised a topic, "he's still dreaming, he wants me to go back to Pingyi to see him."

It took Fang Zhilian 5 minutes to tell Song Feijue a very short story. In conclusion, it is probably that evil is rewarded with evil, and what is deserved is what is deserved.

He said that Fang Huo's new wife had actually cheated on her during her pregnancy. In the few months he had just left the country, Fang Huo had just found out and caused a lot of trouble.It's ironic that Fang Huo, who has everything he has now, can't choose to divorce.

Of course Cheng Lei wouldn't say this to Fang Zhilian, but Fang Huo was different.When Fang Zhilian received Fang Huo's call at first, he didn't understand what he meant, but Fang Huo coaxed him a few words, and he soon understood.

Fang Huo said to him brazenly: "I'm just a son like you, who will I leave things and money to you in the future?" Then after a few words, he began to scold his cheating wife, scolding I don't know which bastard it is daughter.

"That's what I said at the time," Fang Zhilian smiled at Song Feijue with a half-supported face, and changed his tone, "I said, it's just a woman who went out to steal food, and it caused a lot of trouble, it's too bad. "

Song Feijue also seemed to be smiling lightly, his brows and eyes stretched, like a sunny spring.

Fang Zhilian's tone of voice was like a little old lady with a broken mouth, but her eyes were very bright, even more so than that of Cong Yingchun.

"Then he hung up," Fang Zhilian spread his hands, "he didn't contact me until he returned home."

"I really hope that this world will talk more about cause and effect, or more reason. Don't always talk about tolerance when you should talk about cause and effect, and talk about feelings when you should talk about reason." He said.

The story ended here, Fang Zhilian blinked, reluctant to stop.

But stop to start again.

The breakfast was delivered by the hotel. Fang Zhilian lay on the bed and drew pictures while eating. He heard the sound of the door closing from the next door in the corridor. He didn't go out to look, but finished his breakfast quietly.

In the afternoon, Wu Muwei sent him a WeChat message, asking if he was free at [-]:[-] p.m. and wanted to see the project's floor plan.

When it came to work, Fang Zhilian couldn't refuse, so he could only send Chen Langqing a WeChat message, asking if he wanted to go with him.

Chen Langqing hasn't woken up yet, he's been enjoying himself in Liwan these days, and he doesn't come back from the city center until early in the morning.

Fang Zhilian called him twice, but they couldn't get through, so he just gave up and spent the whole afternoon drawing pictures in his room.

In the past few days, he has already circled the unformed resort from the inside to the outside, and spent the extra time drawing sketches.If Chen Langqing hadn't become addicted to playing, they would have returned to Yanjing a long time ago, and they wouldn't have just booked the tickets for the day after tomorrow.

Fang Zhilian put the finished breakfast tray back outside the door, then turned and went back to the room, just swiped the door card and pressed the handle, but suddenly found a bunch of things hanging on the handle.

At eight o'clock sharp, Fang Zhilian arrived at the bar on the top floor of Tangsong on time.

The bar was very quiet, with few people here and there.The waiter was prepared to wait at the door, and showed him where Wu Muwei was sitting.

Wu Muwei chose a good location, not too far from the door, but because it was covered by a circle of green plants, it was concealed enough so that others would not overhear the conversation.

Fang Zhilian cut to the chase, and as soon as he sat down, he turned over the sketches on the iPad to Wu Muwei one by one.Although the current sketch cannot even be called a floor plan, it can only be regarded as a rough idea of ​​some areas.

Wu Muwei was not in a hurry, he pushed the cocktail he ordered in advance to Fang Zhilian, and said with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Zhilian also smiled: "I ate at the restaurant of the hotel."

Wu Muwei nodded, caressing the wine glass with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed.

"I've been in Liwan for so long, and my uncle hasn't been able to treat you well. I'll treat you to a big meal when I get back to Yanjing."

Fang Zhilian didn't answer, but only denied, "Where is it?"

They chatted lightly, but somehow the topic was abducted to Wu Muwei's daughter. Knowing that Fang Zhilian came back from the United States, Wu Mu asked him if he had any intention of teaching his daughter English.

The corners of Fang Zhilian's mouth twitched, and he lied without blushing and heartbeat, with an annoyed expression: "I'm afraid it's really impossible. My English foundation is already poor, and I have almost forgotten it in the past few months after returning to China."

Wu Muwei shook his head and smiled: "Teaching is secondary. The main thing is that I see you, just like seeing my daughter."

His daughter is four years old, a small class in kindergarten——Fang Zhilian suddenly remembered what Chen Langqing said, and didn't notice that Wu Muwei's fingers moved slightly.

"You can think about it slowly and take a part-time job." Wu Muwei's hand was very close to Fang Zhilian's, and he could grab it a little further.

Wu Muwei was right, he and Wu Muwei's daughter had only one point of resemblance - the hands were very small, as if they had no bones.It can be wrapped and kneaded in the palm of your hand with a light grasp.

"You must get along very well."

At the same time that Wu Mu dropped the last word, the door of the bar was opened.

The door hinges sound tight, and the wind chimes jingle.

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