Social temperature

After finishing the call, Fang Zhaomu went to the bathroom to wash his face.

In the mirror, Fang Zhaomu's face was slightly flushed, his eyes were full of smiles, and his lips were redder than usual. Even if he was not purely in love, he was the happiest Fang Zhaomu in the whole school year.

Fang Zhaomu smiled at the mirror, and Fang Zhaomu in the mirror also smiled at him.

If we meet each other, Andrew will probably like his appearance. One of the comments Fang Zhaomu heard the most since he was a child is "good-looking".

After Fang Zhaomu arrived at T school, he always felt that he was not very lucky. Until now, he didn't think that his good luck might just come too late.

He matched Andrew alone among the vast number of dating software users. He has someone to talk to and accompany, and they will meet soon. Everything will be fine soon.

Back on the bed, Fang Zhaomu sent Andrew good night, and after a while, Andrew also replied: "Good night."

Unlike Fang Zhaomu, Song Yuanxun really closed his eyes and fell asleep after saying "good night". He was staring at the Seattle profile on his laptop in a daze.

Fang Zhaomu's meeting invitation made him unavoidable. In desperation, he suddenly thought of the city where Zhao Han went to school, and blurted out a lie without thinking.

Song Yuanxun spoke very fluently and naturally, just like the real thing, as soon as he recalled it, he almost believed it.

Before the call at night, Song Yuanxun was afraid that Fang Zhaomu might hear something wrong, so he bought a voice-changing software online, and asked the seller to tune him a voice that was different from his original voice, but had some similarities. OK, the page of the voice changing software is stuck.

In desperation, Song Yuanxun talked directly to Fang Zhaomu.Fortunately, Fang Zhaomu was easy to fool. Although he thought his voice was familiar, he didn't give it much thought.

Now that things have happened, Song Yuanxun doesn't want to make any excuses for himself.He just...sometimes he couldn't refuse Fang Zhaomu, couldn't refuse Fang Zhaomu's voice, Fang Zhaomu's photo, Fang Zhao's direct requests that weren't too much, that's all.

Song Yuanxun closed the computer and looked at the photos Fang Zhaomu sent him in the afternoon.He certainly would not have thought a month ago that he would help Fang Zhaomu choose earrings, but he has chosen them all, so he has to see if they are suitable.

Fang Zhaomu took the photo in the information room of the library, Song Yuanxun confirmed.Fang Zhaomu took pictures quickly, the phone lens was not focused well, and the photos were a bit blurry, but the earrings were very suitable for Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu's nose can't be seen clearly in the front view, but only in the side view photos can he see that there is a very subtle curvature on the tip of Fang Zhaomu's nose.Fang Zhaomu's lips are always redder than other people's. In the photo, they are slightly parted. With such low pixels, it can make people think that his lips should be soft.

Fang Zhaomu glanced down and looked at the screen. Song Yuanxun stared at Fang Zhaomu's eyes for two seconds, and locked the screen expressionlessly.

The next morning, before ten o'clock, Fang Zhaomu sent a message to Song Yuanxun, "What time is the plane?"

Song Yuanxun was taking an international settlement class, quickly checked the flight from City C to Seattle, and told Fang Zhaomu: "Twenty eleven."

"Then are you at the airport?" Fang Zhaomu asked him.

"On the way." Song Yuanxun returned.

"I want to see you off." Fang Zhaomu said.

Song Yuanxun was startled, Fang Zhaomu continued to text him: "But forget it, I'll wait for you to come back."

He also sent a very cute smiling face, saying: "Best trip, smooth business trip."

Song Yuanxun put away his mobile phone, took it out again, and replied to Fang Zhaomu: "Okay."

Song Yuanxun paid close attention to the flight information all day, and opened the chat window of the dating software at [-]:[-] pm on time.

He had just finished class, and a few classmates invited him to a restaurant outside the school for dinner. As he walked out, he told Fang Zhaomu: "Here we are."

Fang Zhaomu didn't reply soon. When Song Yuanxun got into his car with his classmates and was about to leave, Fang Zhaomu suddenly replied to the message and asked Song Yuanxun, "Can I speak to you?"

Song Yuanxun started the car, looked down at the words on the screen, paused for a few seconds, then turned his head and said to the two classmates sitting in his car, "I'll go out and make a phone call first."

Seeing his classmates nodding, Song Yuanxun picked up his phone and got out of the car, closed the door, walked a little further, and dialed Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu quickly picked it up and called him on the other end: "Andrew."

Fang Zhaomu's voice is not loud, and he naturally reveals intimacy and dependence that are not too tiresome.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuanxun asked in a low voice.

After listening to countless voice messages Fang Zhaomu sent him, Song Yuanxun was still not used to listening to Fang Zhaomu speak to him directly.

Communicating with Fang Zhaomu's voice is like cutting reality apart, creating an Andrew who belongs to Fang Zhaomu out of thin air, played by Song Yuanxun reluctantly and reluctantly.

"Have you got off the plane?" Fang Zhaomu asked him.

Fang Zhaomu seemed to be happy because he was talking with Andrew, so Song Yuanxun said, "It's over."

"Is it raining in Seattle?" Fang Zhaomu asked again.

Song Yuanxun had already prepared and told Fang Zhaomu: "It's cloudy, it's not raining."

"I read the weather forecast and it said it will start to rain tomorrow," Fang Zhaomu said, "You remember to bring an umbrella."

"Okay." Song Yuanxun said.

Fang Zhaomu was silent for a while, and Song Yuanxun asked him, "Is there anything else?"

"No more," Fang Zhaomu said honestly, "bye."

Song Yuanxun hung up the phone, walked back to the car, and took his classmates to the agreed upon restaurant.After the car was parked, Song Yuanxun saw the message Fang Zhaomu had sent him, and clicked on it to take a look. Fang Zhaomu said that he was preparing to eat at the restaurant alone, and wanted to talk to Andrew.

He also said that this restaurant tastes good. When Andrew returns to City C, he must bring him to eat, so that he can order a couple set meal and eat the dessert that cannot be ordered a la carte.

"Couple package?" Song Yuanxun replied to Fang Zhaomu.

"It's also called a set meal for two," Fang Zhaomu explained, "you can just eat it, don't worry about it."

As soon as Song Yuanxun and his classmates entered the restaurant, they saw Fang Zhaomu sitting by the window facing the door, looking around with his chin on his hand, and a plate of soup in front of him.Song Yuanxun was only five meters away from Fang Zhaomu, his eyes swept over Fang Zhaomu, and stopped on his face.

When he raised his eyes and saw Song Yuanxun, Fang Zhaomu frowned, then lowered his head and stirred the soup with a spoon.