Social temperature

Song Yuanxun was walking on the road.

He asked the taxi driver to stop on the side of the road, got off the car one kilometer away from home, and walked home while talking to Fang Zhaomu.

Song Yuanxun thought, maybe with a little wind, he could wake up a little bit.

For a second, Song Yuanxun wanted to confess, when Fang Zhaomu asked him if he was cold.

But the illusion was too beautiful, and in the next second, Song Yuanxun began to crave illusory and unreliable emotions again. The emotion of craving Fang Zhaomu was fluctuating because of his attitude, and he was also worried about his estrangement.

Deceit is often cyclical, with well-timed ego paralysis.

Song Yuanxun tried it.

At Fang Zhaomu's place, Song Yuanxun just couldn't get enough of it.

Fang Zhaomu chatted with Andrew, and described helping Song Yuanxun as "going downstairs".Song Yuanxun knew in his heart that Fang Zhaomu was not afraid of Andrew's misunderstanding, he simply thought it was an episode and it was not worth mentioning.

Wanting to steal the sky and change the day, and move Andrew out of Fang Zhaomu's heart and replace him with Song Yuanxun, it won't work, because Fang Zhaomu's rejection is open and aboveboard.

Today is Fang Zhaomu's birthday, and Song Yuanxun himself beat around the bush to ask Fang Zhaomu to have a supper, so he had to let Andrew coax Fang Zhaomu to no longer feel uncomfortable.

Don't make plans until today is over.

Walking to a tall street lamp, Song Yuanxun stopped and listened to Fang Zhaomu.

The air was cold, but Fang Zhaomu was hot. Fang Zhaomu returned to his trivial appearance last week, and said to Song Yuanxun, "Since this wish has come true, I decided to make another wish."

"Okay," Song Yuanxun said to Fang Zhaomu, "light the candles again."

"But will it not work again?" Fang Zhaomu began to struggle again.

"It doesn't matter." Song Yuanxun was very generous. He said to Fang Zhaomu, "As long as I don't want the stars or the moon, I can do it."

After a while, Fang Zhaomu briskly said to Song Yuanxun: "If you want the moon."

"..." Song Yuanxun was bewildered by Fang Zhaomu like this, and he could speak big words without a teacher, "I will try my best."

Fang Zhaomu laughed happily on the other end, said Andrew, you are really old-fashioned, and asked him if he had read the Love Collection in 90s Chat Room.Song Yuanxun didn't admit it, so Fang Zhaomu talked about something else.

Walking into the yard of his house, Song Yuanxun saw someone squatting in front of his house.

Zhao Han turned on the light on the porch of his house, and squatted on the steps like a punk to smoke.Seeing Song Yuanxun passing by, Zhao Han put out the cigarette on the marble pillar and asked Song Yuanxun, "Hey, are you back from a date with Xiao Mu?"

Song Yuanxun was startled, staring at Zhao Han, thinking that Fang Zhaomu had answered Zhao Han's call just now, and took a while to swear.

Zhao Han was also stunned. He carefully observed Song Yuanxun's expression, "Damn it" and said, "It's not really him, is it?"

Song Yuanxun asked Zhao Han to go away, opened the door of the house, Zhao Han followed him in, and then he said to Zhao Han: "Is there a problem?"

"..." Zhao Han shook his head and said, "I wanted to try to match him in City C..."

Song Yuanxun turned on the light, turned his head and looked at Zhao Han expressionlessly, Zhao Han was frightened by his eyes, and quickly waved his hand to clarify: "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding."

"What's the matter in City C?" Song Yuanxun asked him.

"Why do you not welcome me so much?" Zhao Han talked about other things, avoiding Song Yuanxun's question, walked to the wine cabinet in the restaurant unceremoniously, picked a bottle of wine, opened it, and went to get an ice bucket , drinking with Song Yuanxun, "No, you said you wouldn't bring it back after meeting, you're still not a man."

Song Yuanxun took the cup and took a sip. His doorbell rang, and Song Yuanxun got up to open the door.

Song Yuanxun's mobile phone was placed by the bar. As soon as he left, the screen lit up. Zhao Han leaned over to see that it was a message from a certain software.

Zhao Han has always been cheap and knows Song Yuanxun's password to open the screen. He glanced at the corridor and vaguely heard Song Yuanxun talking to someone. He felt that Song Yuanxun would not come over for a while, so he simply took the phone Get up and open it.

He clicked into the software, and Mu said to Song Yuanxun, "Andrew, I want to come to you."

Mu's voice is really nice, Zhao Han listened to it twice, and didn't look up the chat records of the two, for fear that the world would be chaotic and reply: "When?"

"My thesis is almost finished, so I don't have to go to the lab this week," Mu said. "Are you busy every day?"

Zhao Han took another sip of wine and replied with concentration: "I won't be busy when you come."

"Really?" Mu sounded very happy, and after a few seconds, he sent another message, "Then I'm going to buy a ticket tomorrow."

Zhao Han didn't know what ticket he bought, maybe it was a ticket, but he still thought about Song Yuanxun's tone, and replied to Mu: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Not long after, Song Yuanxun came back with a gift box, which looked like it was given by a new neighbor.

Zhao Han sat on the side with his feet up. Seeing Song Yuanxun sit down, he coughed and said, "I brought you my little Mu."

Song Yuanxun was stunned for a moment, and asked him, "What?"

Zhao Han pointed to Song Yuanxun's mobile phone aside, and said, "Look for yourself."

Song Yuanxun picked it up and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

Fang Zhaomu was in a good mood. He casually glanced at the airline's official website, and found a special round-trip ticket to Seattle tomorrow. After asking Andrew, he bought it. He was going to Seattle for three days this week.

After sorting out some things at home, Fang Zhaomu couldn't help but sat back on the bed and asked Andrew: "Where do you live, do you really not work overtime tomorrow, or give me an address, and I will go to the hotel where you are staying."

Fang Zhaomu waited for a while, but Andrew didn't reply him, so he went on to tidy up.

When he really wanted to meet, Fang Zhaomu felt a little nervous and scared. After all, there were always people on the Internet reposting news about netizens being scammed for money and sex. He had never even seen what Andrew looked like. In a sense, the two They could be considered strangers.

Fang Zhaomu became anxious before leaving, stopped folding his clothes, and sent Andrew a little hesitantly: "Can I have a video before we meet?"

Andrew suddenly sent him a voice call application, Fang Zhaomu picked it up, and Andrew asked him: "Have you bought the ticket?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhaomu said.

"Which class?" Andrew asked again.

Fang Zhaomu glanced at the order, reported the flight number to Andrew, and said the expected landing time, and Andrew was silent.

"What's the matter?" Fang Zhaomu always felt that Andrew was in a bad mood, so he asked him, "Is the time inconvenient?"

"Yes," Andrew said slowly, as if trying to control his temper, "I can't pick you up tomorrow."

Just now this person said that Fang Zhaomu would be free when he went, but now he said that the time was inconvenient.

He paused, and tried to ask Andrew: "Andrew, do you still don't want me to come?"

Andrew didn't speak.

Fang Zhaomu couldn't say how he was feeling now, if he had to describe it, he might be a little discouraged.

"Then I will refund the ticket." Fang Zhaomu said.

In fact, the air ticket he bought is non-refundable, but there is no other excuse available.

"No need," Andrew said after a while, "I don't want you to come."

Fang Zhaomu hung up the phone, his heart sank, and his anticipation for meeting tomorrow was not as much as it was half an hour ago.

He felt that during the few minutes of talking with him, Andrew should have made a certain resolution, but Fang Zhaomu had no idea what the resolution was.

Anyway, you bought the tickets, so let's go.