Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu's good luck has not yet come.

There was a restaurant week this week, he had a lot of homework, spent a whole day in the lab, completed the plan for the day ahead of schedule, and went out for dinner alone.Only then was the soup served, and when the restaurant door opened, Song Yuanxun, who hadn't been in the laboratory for a day, walked in.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, Song Yuanxun didn't come with Zhang Ranyu and Zhou Meng, and there were two people Fang Zhaomu didn't recognize standing beside him.Fang Zhaomu guessed that it might be Song Yuanxun's classmates from the business school, because they were dressed more formally than those who spent years in the laboratory, and their gestures were full of vigor.

Song Yuanxun remained indifferent as always, and brought a gust of cold wind when he entered the door, and even took a look at Fang Zhaomu. Fang Zhaomu felt relieved because Song Yuanxun hadn't come to the laboratory all day, but unexpectedly when he left the school, he would meet .In the future, if it is not easy to go out and be lazy, you must look through the almanac.

Fang Zhaomu lowered his head and listened with his ears pricked up. The front desk asked them about their reservations, and one of the two reported the name of the reservation, and the waiter took them upstairs to lead them.

This restaurant is different upstairs and downstairs, with different chefs and menus.

Fang Zhaomu said in his heart that the students of the business school are really generous. He will bring Andrew here in the future, and the two ordinary people will eat the food downstairs, and it will be good to sit in this window seat.

Misfortunes never come singly, just as Fang Zhaomu’s soup was withdrawn, a classmate in the same project team who was in charge of collecting data suddenly called Fang Zhaomu, saying that there were problems with the few data Fang Zhaomu analyzed this week, and that he was wrong with another person. superior.The professor is waiting in the laboratory now, telling Fang Zhaomu to go back quickly.

Fang Zhaomu was so helpless that he paid the bill and left before waiting for the food to arrive. He hailed a car at the entrance of the restaurant and rushed to the school.

He ran into the laboratory out of breath, two classmates were waiting for him, and the professor couldn't wait to leave first.He and his classmates checked it from beginning to end, and found out that it was the other party's problem, so he was somewhat relieved.

At 09:30 at night, Fang Zhaomu came out of the laboratory.It was very cold outside, the wind was blowing fiercely, Fang Zhaomu's scarf was not thick, and the cold wind came in from the seam of his coat collar and scarf, which gave him a headache.

When he came to the laboratory, he was in a hurry, and he didn't feel cold. Now that he was done with his work, and walking alone in the dark school, he felt really cold.

When he was about to walk to the school gate, Fang Zhaomu's cell phone in his pocket vibrated. Now he was afraid when he heard the vibration. He hesitated for a while, but the vibration didn't stop, so he took it out to have a look.

Andrew called him again, and it also showed that there were several unread messages.Fang Zhaomu was so anxious just now that he didn't notice.

He picked it up, called Andrew, and heard Andrew's steady voice from the other end, Fang Zhaomu felt a little sour.

What dessert lover's meal, where to sit downstairs, I thought so much, the real Fang Zhaomu didn't even finish dinner.

He had no one to talk to, so he could only listen to Andrew's voice, and went through all the pain he wanted to tell in his mind, as if he had already told him.

"Were you busy just now?" Andrew asked him casually.

"Well," Fang Zhaomu pressed the phone to his ear as he walked, the back of his hand was blown almost unconscious by the wind, and he pretended nothing happened, and said to Andrew, "There is something wrong in the lab, so busy until now."

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked again.

"The student's data is wrong," Fang Zhaomu said, "check it overnight."

Andrew paused, and asked Fang Zhaomu, "Are you still in the lab?"

"I'm gone," Fang Zhaomu said, "I'm going home. How about you, have you arrived at the hotel?"

Andrew said, "Here we are."

"Have you had dinner yet?" Fang Zhaomu asked again.

"Eat," Andrew said, and asked Fang Zhaomu, "How does the restaurant taste?"

Fang Zhaomu said dejectedly: "I don't know, I was called after I drank some soup. I was scared to death just now, and I haven't felt hungry until now. If the professor comes tomorrow, I have to explain to him."

Andrew's tone of disapproval was a little disapproving: "I want to eat."

"I don't want to eat," Fang Zhaomu said, another strong wind blew over, he hugged his arms tightly, and complained to Andrew, "Andrew, I'm so cold."

"Where are you?" Andrew asked him.

"I'm going back," Fang Zhaomu said tremblingly, "Let's not talk about it, it's really cold, I'll tell you when I get home."

Fang Zhaomu hung up the voice call, half-walked, half-run, to his residence.

His residence is not far from the school, or close, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk.

When passing a corner, Fang Zhaomu noticed a big car coming up from behind, but it didn't overtake him, so he followed him slowly.

When the car came up, Fang Zhaomu looked back, because the headlights were too bright, he couldn't see what car it was, so he continued walking.

At first Fang Zhaomu didn't feel that the car was following him, but after turning two turns, the car kept a distance and followed him, Fang Zhaomu became suspicious.

The dazzling lights and the sound of car tires running over the ground made Fang Zhaomu's hair tremble, and he took time to flash a lot of bloody social news in his mind. He leaned against the wall, tried to stay away from the car as much as possible, and quickened his pace. .

After walking another half a street, Fang Zhaomu still couldn't get rid of the car. He was scared to death. He wanted to call 911, but he hesitated for a few seconds looking at the three numbers, and then called again, who was far away in Seattle and couldn't help. Andrew.

Andrew answered quickly and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Andrew," Fang Zhaomu whispered to Andrew hastily while watching behind him, "I think a car is following me for half a street. What should I do? Do you think I should call the police?"

"..." Andrew was silent for a few seconds, and Zhaomu said, "Don't be afraid, are you sure it's following you? What kind of car is it?"

"It drove very slowly, kept a distance of about ten meters behind me, and walked three streets with me." Fang Zhaomu mustered up the courage to look back again, and finally ran away in fear, "I...I see I don't know what it is... a car."

At this moment, the car suddenly and slowly turned a corner, and drove to another street at the previous speed.

Fang Zhaomu stopped, turned around and looked around, then started to walk forward again, telling Andrew, "It's turning a corner."

"How far are you from home?" Andrew asked him.

"3 minutes," Fang Zhaomu had already seen his residence, "Can you keep talking to me on the phone, I'm so scared."

"Okay," Andrew agreed immediately, and he said to Fang Zhaomu, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Fang Zhaomu was running most of the time today, his heart was beating fast, he thanked Andrew in a low voice, and continued to move forward.He wasn't sure if Andrew would feel that he was being delusional, but he was really taken aback, so he couldn't care less, he just wanted to get home quickly.

At the door of the apartment, Fang Zhaomu took out the key with trembling hands and opened the door. He rushed in and closed the door. Then he felt relieved, walked slowly up the stairs, and said to Andrew, "I'm home."

He was still panting, and he stood and rested downstairs, leaning on the wooden pillars of the stairs, and Andrew was also silent for a while, before he said to Zhaomu, "Okay."

"Andrew," Fang Zhaomu looked at the dark and narrow corridor, and thanked softly, "Thank you for accompanying me."

"City C is not very safe at night," Andrew said calmly, "don't go by yourself in the future."

Fang Zhaomu thought about this kind of thing and seemed unable to promise, so he didn't speak.

"I ordered takeaway for you," Andrew said again, "Where do you live, I asked them to deliver it."

Fang Zhaomu was stunned, and while walking upstairs, he refused and said, "No need, it's so late, and I'm not hungry."

"Called half an hour ago," Andrew said, "give me the address."

Andrew's tone was very strong, Fang Zhaomu reported the address to him, and then asked: "Is it close to you? Are you taking this opportunity to secretly visit me?"

"I'm out of town, how can I peek?" Andrew said, "Not far away."

When Fang Zhaomu walked to the door, he heard several regular and crisp clicking sounds from Andrew, and then stopped quickly, like the sound of a car's turn signal. Fang Zhaomu asked him, "Are you in the car?"

"Well, it's urgent," Andrew said, "Go to the branch office."

Fang Zhaomu sympathized with Andrew very much. He was in a hurry just now, but now he was home, but Andrew just went out. It was much more difficult than Fang Zhaomu.He didn't want to disturb Andrew anymore, so he said goodbye and hung up the phone.