Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu spent another hectic week in the midst of debating whether to find Andrew.

Having been too unsatisfactory in the laboratory before, Fang Zhaomu was going to take some other courses after finishing the project in hand.During the day, he rushes to work with his team members in the laboratory. He is so busy that he has nothing to do. At night, he is on the phone with his family to discuss courses. T-school credits are expensive, and he has no independence. He has to ask his family for everything.

The family agreed to his request, but Fang Zhaomu found that the relationship between classmates in the laboratory seemed to have changed inexplicably since Song Yuanxun sent him home.

Zhou Meng suddenly became more enthusiastic towards him, and sometimes asked him if he wanted to have dinner together, Zhang Ranyu's change was that he no longer confronted Fang Zhaomu, and Song Yuanxun... his voice seemed to be just not getting better.

Meanwhile, Andrew has been acting weird the last few days.He was more silent and indifferent than before. He said he was busy and often disappeared. Fang Zhaomu had been unilaterally enthusiastic for a long time, and he didn't get a response for a long time. He felt very wronged. Life became boring again.

On Friday, Fang Zhaomu received the remittance from his family, and there was only a little bit of the first draft of the project paper left.

He walked slowly from the laboratory to the outside of the school, the sun had not completely set.There were a lot of people in the school, passing Fang Zhaomu in small groups, everyone seemed to have a lot of private lives, except Fang Zhaomu.

At noon, Zhou Meng asked him if he would go to the city with her and Song Yuanxun at night, but Fang Zhaomu politely declined.

He took out his mobile phone, looked at the message he sent to Andrew in the morning, and asked Andrew how his weekend was, but Andrew didn't reply him until now.

After dinner, a professor in China who had a good relationship with Fang Zhaomu suddenly contacted him, saying that he had a direct blog post, and asked Fang Zhaomu if he wanted it.

The professor has always admired Fang Zhaomu. He said that Fang Zhaomu has a flexible mind, can think of ways, has a high degree of concentration, and has a talent for research.As for Fang Zhaomu himself, he often doesn't know what he wants, and he rarely thinks about work. In his concept, if he can continue to study, of course he wants to continue studying.

After returning home and washing up, Fang Zhaomu found a message from a domestic friend on his mobile phone, asking him if his birthday was coming, did he have any arrangements.

Fang Zhaomu looked at the calendar. Sunday is indeed his birthday. Recently, he didn't touch the ground, so he forgot about the days.After thinking about it, Fang Zhaomu replied to his friend: "There is no arrangement."

Maybe I will go shopping alone in the city, buy a cake, and take it back to the room to eat.

On Sunday, Fang Zhaomu got up very late, lazily got up and went out, and got on the bus to the city. While on the bus, Fang Zhaomu received many birthday congratulations one after another. His younger sister Fang Zhaoling borrowed the teacher's mobile phone , sent him a very long text message.

The general idea is that although Fang Zhaomu is often quarreled at home, he never sees Fang Zhaomu, and misses him, and wishes him every year today and every year.

Fang Zhaomu read the message, only to realize that someone still missed him.

He got out of the car, walked around and couldn't find anything to buy, so he went to a famous cake shop and queued for 10 minutes, and brought back a cake that was just enough for him to eat alone, as a birthday present .

Fang Zhaomu and Andrew didn't contact each other all day. He returned home and put the cake on the table.

Sitting facing the cake, he couldn't help but think of the person who claimed to be very busy, thinking that birthdays should come as they wish, so he took a photo of the cake and asked Andrew a question that he thought was mentally handicapped: "Urgent help! If I light a candle, will the smoke alarm go off?"

After a few minutes, Andrew called Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu looked at the communication that seemed to be coming from him, picked it up with a bit of a sore nose, and said "Hello".

Andrew asked him: "Today is your birthday?"

Fang Zhaomu let out a "hmm" and stroked the table a few times with his hands.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Andrew's tone seemed a little anxious and anxious, and it was no longer as flat as usual, but it made Fang Zhaomu feel relieved.

Fang Zhaomu thought about it, and said truthfully: "Didn't you always not reply to my messages recently? I didn't say anything."

"I'm not..." Andrew paused, struggling to defend himself, "I'm relatively busy these days."

"Well," Fang Zhaomu felt that his explanation was quite pale, but he didn't pursue anything further, just said, "I know, thank you for calling me."

Andrew paused for a long time, and asked Fang Zhaomu, "How did you go today?"

"I went to the city," Fang Zhaomu said, "and bought a cake. I still received a lot of blessings today. Many of my former classmates sent me text messages, as well as my sister and my parents. My mother also Send me a red envelope, although it can't be used."

"Sister?" Andrew asked him.

"Well, my own," Fang Zhaomu showed off to Andrew quite proudly, "My sister is very beautiful, versatile, and is still a sophomore in high school."

"Yeah," Andrew whispered, "you're pretty too."

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a while, but didn't respond, thinking that no matter how beautiful you are, you don't seem to like it too much.

The two were silent for a moment, and Andrew said to Zhaomu, "Happy birthday...Xiaomu."

"Thank you." Fang Zhaomu replied reflexively.

In fact, he has a lot to say to Andrew, so many things have happened in the past few days, and he hasn't had time to talk about them.But at the moment when the voice was connected, Fang Zhaomu didn't want to talk anymore.

Both ends of the phone were quiet for a long time. Fang Zhaomu put the phone aside, plugged in the candle, lit it with a match, and asked Andrew casually, "What kind of person do you think you will fall in love with in the future?"

Fang Zhaomu waited until the candle oil dripped onto the cake, and Andrew didn't say anything, so Fang Zhaomu smiled and said, "Forget it, I won't ask you. I'm eating the cake, bye."

He hung up the phone and blew out the candles.

Fang Zhaomu picked up the cake with a fork, cut a piece, and just took two bites when he suddenly received a very strange text message from an unfamiliar number.

"Hi, I'm Song Yuanxun. My car broke down near your house. I just asked someone for your number. I can't speak now, and communication is difficult. Can you go downstairs and help me?"

Fang Zhaomu read the text message three times, and after confirming that he understood correctly, he felt that there was something wrong with Song Yuanxun, which was too worrying.

But even helping people repair cars is more exciting than eating cakes alone, so Fang Zhaomu saved Song Yuanxun's number, said he was coming, put on his coat again, and ran downstairs.