Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu regretted it as soon as he got downstairs. City C started to cool down again this afternoon, and the sweater he was wearing couldn't block the wind at all.

Song Yuanxun sent another message saying that he was at the intersection of two roads.

Fang Zhaomu walked into the cold wind, and saw the car that had carried him parked on the side of the road at a glance. After walking a few steps, he could smell a strong smell of burnt plastic in the wind.

Song Yuanxun, who just sent him a text message asking for help, stood seriously by the side of the road.

Seeing Fang Zhaomu coming, Song Yuanxun turned to Fang Zhaomu, looked at him quietly, and pointed to his tires.

Fang Zhaomu had a driver's license test in China, but he had never driven a car and didn't know much about it. He walked to a place not far from Song Yuanxun, looked around, and asked Song Yuanxun guessing: "Is it a flat tire? "

Song Yuanxun nodded to Zhaomu, and stretched out his hands to make a gesture.

"Two?" Fang Zhaomu was a little surprised, but sympathetic at the same time.A gust of wind blew over, Fang Zhaomu shrank, and asked Song Yuanxun, "Then what shall we do now?"

Song Yuanxun was much taller than Fang Zhaomu. Standing on the sidewalk, he looked down at Fang Zhaomu by the light of the street lamps, and did not speak. Fang Zhaomu was stared at with hairs on his back, so he looked away and continued to look at one of the obviously damaged tires, hugging Folding his arms, he said, "Should I call for rescue..."

Fang Zhaomu actually has no experience in dealing with these things, and he doesn't know how he can help.

Suddenly, Song Yuanxun moved, Fang Zhaomu turned his head and saw Song Yuanxun took off his coat and leaned towards Fang Zhaomu.

Before Fang Zhaomu could react, he was wrapped in Song Yuanxun's clothes.

Song Yuanxun's strength was great, and he got close, Fang Zhaomu didn't stand still, was wrapped in his clothes, took a step forward, and stuck to Song Yuanxun as if throwing himself into a hug.

Song Yuanxun was only wearing a shirt. Fang Zhaomu was not familiar with him, so he hesitated to wear his clothes, so he said to Song Yuanxun, "You should wear it."

Just as he was about to take off Song Yuanxun's coat, Song Yuanxun held down his hand.

Song Yuanxun's counterpart Zhaomu waved his phone, opened the memo, and typed to Fang Zhaomu: "I want to find my insurance company."

Fang Zhaomu said "Oh", and Song Yuanxun called again: "Please explain the situation for me."

Fang Zhaomu said "oh" again, and asked him, "Is it because of two punctures?"

Song Yuanxun said "yes", and continued to tell Fang Zhaomu about his breakdown.

Although the windbreaker that Fang Zhaomu put on was not too thick, it was very windproof. Fang Zhaomu was not as cold as before. He stood aside and watched Song Yuanxun type for him.

The wind was really strong on the street. Fang Zhaomu looked at Song Yuanxun's thin shirt, but thoughtlessly reached out and touched the back of Song Yuanxun's hand. Song Yuanxun stopped typing, and turned his eyes to Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu immediately withdrew his hand, and Song Yuanxun's hand was really cold, so Fang Zhaomu couldn't help but suggested, "Why don't you go to my house first, the roadside is too cold."

Song Yuanxun locked the phone in the next second, and turned to Fang Zhaomu, as if asking him to lead the way quickly.

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a moment when he saw this. He had never seen such a blind person before, but he didn't have time to eat the cake on his birthday, so he had to go downstairs to help his bad classmate with a car breakdown in the cold wind. It was an adventure in life up.

"But my house is small and a bit chaotic." Fang Zhaomu reminded Song Yuanxun as he led Song Yuanxun forward.

Song Yuanxun walked beside Fang Zhaomu, on the outside of the road, slightly turned his face to look at Fang Zhaomu, and nodded to express his understanding.

Fang Zhaomu walked awkwardly in Song Yuanxun's coat, and turned his head to talk to Song Yuanxun.

His tone of voice to Andrew was different from that of Song Yuanxun.

Talking to Song Yuanxun, Fang Zhaomu was business-like and in a calm mood. When he said that Andrew "wouldn't reply to messages" half an hour ago, he couldn't hide his unhappiness and complaints. When he saw Song Yuanxun, he put everything away. I can't feel the slightest ambiguity.

Fang Zhaomu took off Song Yuanxun's coat and hung it on a shelf beside him, then took off his own coat and hung it next to Song Yuanxun's coat.

He might not have thought that someone would come to visit. There was only a pair of slippers on the shoe cabinet, which he gave to Song Yuanxun to wear, while he stood on the floor wearing socks.

Song Yuanxun didn't want to wear his slippers, Fang Zhaomu thought he was embarrassed, and said politely: "It's okay, you can wear them."

Fang Zhaomu likes to wear loose, soft and thin sweaters. Wherever he stays in a warm place, it seems that there will be some atmosphere that makes people not want to leave.

His words were so irresistible that Song Yuanxun couldn't help but put on his slippers.

Fang Zhaomu's room can see the whole situation at a glance.

Song Yuanxun recognized this room very well. The last time Fang Zhaomu was wearing pajamas, he made a video call with him on this bed.

Fang Zhaomu also forced Song Yuanxun to praise his earrings for their beauty—the earrings he liked were all picked by Song Yuanxun himself, and the takeaway was only delivered by Song Yuanxun to the restaurant with a large tip, secretly texting in the laboratory It was all sent to Song Yuanxun's mobile phone.

It's just that Fang Zhaomu didn't know anything, and Fang Zhaomu made a mistake.

Fang Zhaomu's sheets had been changed, and there was a cake on the small table. Song Yuanxun put his shoulders on Fang Zhaomu's shoulder and called him, "Today's birthday?"

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a moment, admitted, and asked Song Yuanxun casually, "Do you want to eat cake?"

"Happy birthday." Song Yuanxun wished him.

Fang Zhaomu was polite and careful, and said thank you Song Yuanxun.

Song Yuanxun called Fang Zhaomu again: "What wish?"

Fang Zhaomu read the words, but looked away, and said, "Let me call the insurance company for you now, what should I say."

His tone made Song Yuanxun feel that Fang Zhaomu's wish was to send him away as soon as possible.

Fang Zhaomu found a pen and paper for Song Yuanxun and asked Song Yuanxun to write.

Song Yuanxun found the insurance number, Fang Zhaomu called it, and explained Song Yuanxun's situation to the other party.

In the beginning, only one tire blew up, but Song Yuanxun blew another one shortly after he replaced the spare tire. He thought it was a recognition failure, so he drove for a short distance, and stopped when the alarm lights were all on. Just a burnt smell.

The other party said that they would send people and a tow truck over, and they would arrive in about three to ten minutes.

After finishing the phone call, Fang Zhaomu cut a piece of cake for Song Yuanxun and poured water for him. Seeing that there was a scratch on Song Yuanxun's left hand, which seemed to be a fresh injury, he pointed to Song Yuanxun and asked, "You just hurt me?" Is it?"

Song Yuanxun wrote to him: "When changing the tire, I rubbed against the rusted part of the jack."

"The jack is still rusted." Fang Zhaomu looked at Song Yuanxun with a helpless expression, which was more lively than when Song Yuanxun asked him his birthday wish just now, and taught Song Yuanxun, "The ones that need to be disinfected also need to be injected. Don't you know?"

Fang Zhaomu went to the cabinet to find the small medicine box, took the cake on the table away, and then made room for the small medicine box, and asked Song Yuanxun to open his hand to him.

Fang Zhaomu's cheeks were slightly pink, and his lips were indeed redder than ordinary people. Even if he lowered his eyes, he could still see the water in his eyes and lips.

Song Yuanxun thought, at least he was definitely not the only one who would get short of breath after looking at Fang Zhaomu for a long time.

Fang Zhaomu didn't say much to Song Yuanxun, Song Yuanxun spread his left hand towards him, Fang Zhaomu squeezed Song Yuanxun's palm, and disinfected him with alcohol cotton in one hand.

Fang Zhaomu's hands were also very soft. Thinking of this, Song Yuanxun closed his hands and grabbed the fingers of Fang Zhaomu's left hand.

Fang Zhaomu was taken aback, removed the alcohol cotton, and asked Song Yuanxun, "It hurts so much?"

Song Yuanxun let go of Fang Zhaomu, and nodded slowly.

"Then I'll be gentle," Fang Zhaomu said, smiling at Song Yuanxun, and said, "You're so afraid of pain."

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu's smiling face, thought for a few seconds, and wrote to him: "Secret."

Fang Zhaomu smiled again, he was less than [-] centimeters away from Song Yuanxun, with crooked eyes, he assured Song Yuanxun easily: "Okay, don't say anything."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and wiped it with alcohol cotton, put a band-aid on him, and said to Song Yuanxun, "I still need to get a tetanus shot."

Song Yuanxun wrote to him: "Okay."