Social temperature

The interval between Fang Zhaomu's purchases depends on his life and study conditions in the month. When he is not busy, he will run downtown when he has nothing to buy. .

In the next month, Fang Zhaomu had a lot of things to do, so he himself was not sure when he would go out, so he tentatively said, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Listening to Andrew's tone, Fang Zhaomu felt that Andrew wanted to come to see him, but he didn't dare.

As for the reason why Andrew didn't dare to see him, Fang Zhaomu had his own guess.

Make friends on dating software, dare not show your face, and give Fang Zhaomu a vaccination about his appearance——Andrew must be afraid that he is too unattractive, and he will die when he meets Fang Zhaomu.

Hearing that Andrew hadn't answered his own question, Fang Zhaomu gave him a step down understandingly: "Next time I won't buy so many things, it won't be like this time."

Andrew let out a "hmm", then suddenly asked Fang Zhaomu: "Is there any classmate who can take you there?"

"Yeah," Fang Zhaomu didn't want to mention this, and said vaguely, "No, but I don't care. I'm used to it by myself, so why do I want others to give it to me?"

Andrew seemed to know everything, and asked Fang Zhaomu, "Really?"

His voice and tone had an indescribable strength, as if a strict professor was naming students for a quiz, but it was Fang Zhaomu who felt very natural and friendly.

But the next question was not so cordial, and Andrew then asked: "Are you used to dating software?"

Fang Zhaomu was at a loss for words, paused for a few seconds, and then said: "Get used to going to the city alone, and get used to being alone are two different things."

He remembered that Andrew gave him a voice call just to know why he used this dating software, and explained: "I use dating software mainly to meet some Chinese people outside of school."

"What kind of knowledge?" Andrew asked quickly.

Fang Zhaomu felt that there was something in Andrew's words, so he mixed some ambiguity into the rhetorical question, and said in a dragged manner, "I don't know anyone else. What kind of knowledge do you know with me? That's what kind of knowledge you know."

Based on Fang Zhaomu's understanding of Andrew, Andrew will not be fooled, Fang Zhaomu continued: "Anyway, it's not the kind of understanding that I want to fall in love with. I will leave after the exchange in May next year."

"Why do you want to know the Chinese outside the school?" Andrew asked again, "The ones in the school are not good?"

This is the second time Andrew mentioned the topic of school with Fang Zhaomu today.

Fang Zhaomu actually didn't want to talk about this. He called home and chatted with friends to report good news but not bad news.Complaining can't solve the problem, but falling into depression for a long time will breed new problems instead.

"Andrew," Fang Zhaomu said, "Did you always have a good time when you were a student?"

Andrew paused for a moment before saying, "It's okay, what's the matter?"

"Your classmates are all good, so you will have a good time." Fang Zhaomu thought about the appropriate wording, and said slowly, "I am not having a good time. I am looking for friends outside the school. Why do you always ask my classmates what they don't study?" .”

Andrew didn't answer, and Fang Zhaomu said to himself: "But my former classmates are also very good. I thought it would be fun to exchange, but I didn't expect it was not fun at all, and I was not happy."

"When I went to the supermarket yesterday, I actually met my classmates in the same lab," Fang Zhaomu said to Andrew in a low voice, grabbing the bed sheet, "I stood by the shelf to text you, and they laughed at me behind my back. They are driving, but they won't take me, and of course I don't want to ride in his car, do you understand?"

Andrew was silent, listening to him quietly.But being silent to Fang Zhaomu was better comfort than words, because it was enough for Fang Zhaomu to know that there was someone on the other end of the phone, and he didn't want anyone to express his opinion.

After a while, Fang Zhaomu heard Andrew ask him, "Are you crying?"

He froze for a moment, touched his face, blinked his eyes, the moisture in his eyes disappeared, and told Andrew, "No, it's not so easy to cry."

Hearing that Andrew didn't make a sound, Fang Zhaomu said again: "But if you are here, if you hug me, I might cry."

"Really?" Andrew asked following Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu reached out and turned off the lamp beside the bed. The small bedroom was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Facing the darkness, he also seemed to be facing Andrew, and asked softly: "Andrew, why don't you want to date me? Why do you use dating software?"

"Downloading is wrong." Andrew said.

Fang Zhaomu couldn't help laughing: "Oh? The download is wrong, so is the registration wrong?"

"No." Andrew said immediately.

"Is the match wrong too?" Fang Zhaomu didn't let him say the next sentence, and continued to ask, "Then who do you want to match?"

"The match is correct." Andrew was helpless when asked by Fang Zhaomu.

"Then why," Fang Zhaomu said, "You are so nice and gentle, there should be many people around you, why do you use dating software?"

"How am I?" Andrew asked Fang Zhaomu.

It was obviously a very cold voice, but when Andrew spoke, Fang Zhaomu's whole body became very warm.

Much like the sunlight in early spring, Fang Zhaomu knew that the weather was going to get hotter and hotter, so he began to look forward to the next moment at every moment.

"Okay," Fang Zhaomu said, "Are you afraid that I don't think you are handsome enough?"

Andrew didn't speak, Fang Zhaomu took it as his acquiescence, and then said: "I don't mind. I think you are very good. I don't care about your appearance, not at all. We just meet to chat."

There was a long silence in the middle, Fang Zhaomu was just about to say that it was impossible, and then I will talk about it later, when Andrew spoke.

"Next time," said Zhaomu, as if Andrew had made up his mind, "wait until I come back from a business trip."

"Are you going on a business trip?" Fang Zhaomu's heart moved, he sat up straight, and asked Andrew, "Where are you going? How long?"

"Go to Seattle, two months."

Fang Zhaomu thought for a while, and said to Andrew seriously: "Then you really want to ask me out when you come back, don't lie to me."

After a while, Andrew promised him: "I won't lie to you."