Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu entered the door, took off his clothes first, and sat on the chair for a while.

The windows of the hotel are ordinary double-glazed glass. The raindrops outside are heavy and the wind is strong. There are muffled noises when it hits the windows.

Fang Zhaomu looked out of the window for a while, through the rain and fog, there were not many stars, and many lights gathered together, but the city in the distance that should have been brightly lit was dark.

He closed the curtains, turned on the TV, and the news was reporting the torrential rain in Seattle caused by strong convective weather, causing traffic jams and power outages in half the city.

Fang Zhaomu sat down, the sweater and trousers were half-wet against his body and felt uncomfortable, so he turned off the light first, then took off one by one, and lay down under the quilt.He didn't want to take a bath anymore, it took too long just now.

He just closed his eyes and was about to try to sleep, but his head started to hurt suddenly.Fang Zhaomu was half-naked and wrapped in a quilt. The temperature in the room was not low. He quickly covered the quilt until it was very hot, but as soon as he moved, the warm quilt became very rough, grinding and touching every inch of Fang Zhaomu. The skin made Fang Zhaomu feel that someone was still touching him, as if that person was still pressing on him, and his lips rested on his chin.

Song Yuanxun's pro-French love was so fierce that Fang Zhaomu couldn't even move under the pressure.

For a few seconds, Song Yuanxun's hand was pressing Fang Zhaomu's wrist. While kissing Fang Zhaomu, Song Yuanxun moved his hand upwards, and inserted his fingers into Fang Zhaomu's fingertips firmly, clasping Fang Zhaomu's hand firmly. .

As soon as Fang Zhaomu closed his eyes, every detail was in front of his eyes, and every movement made him feel chilly and creepy.

All Song Yuanxun.Without Andrew, it was Song Yuanxun from the beginning.

Fang Zhaomu never succeeded in getting to know any Chinese outside of school, no one came to Seattle for business trips, no one worked overtime at night, no 29-year-old mechanical engineer, his relationship was trapped in a laboratory in T school, and he never escaped .

Fang Zhaomu opened his closed eyes, turned on the light unbearably and sat up, his eyes glanced down, and he saw the red marks on his upper body from scrubbing, and under the red marks, the small one in the laboratory The deep hickey left by the classmate who liked him.

He pulled up the quilt a little, let it go for a while, and the doorbell suddenly rang.

Fang Zhaomu was startled, he didn't open the door, he reached out and pressed Do Not Disturb, but there was another knock on the door.Fang Zhaomu didn't go over to look, but just curled up on the bed, hoping that people outside would see that he was silent, could receive the message that he refused to communicate, and then leave spontaneously.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the knocking on the door stopped, and the landline in the room rang.

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a few seconds, reached out to pick up the phone, then immediately pressed hang up, and hung up the phone.Fang Zhaomu's heart was trembling, he always felt that the room was not safe, he walked over to open the box, took a piece of clothes to put on, went to the bathroom, pushed the door and locked it, sat on the chair by the door and listened carefully.

His premonition was correct. Five minutes later, Fang Zhaomu heard the door of the room beeping.Someone came in.Song Yuanxun was talking with a female voice, but Fang Zhaomu couldn't hear the content clearly, and after a while, the voice stopped.

Someone must have come in.

Fang Zhaomu stared blankly at himself in the mirror, wondering why he was so unlucky.After all, things seemed to be going well, but he was the one who was unlucky in the end.

Song Yuanxun was full of ambition and responded to every call, Fang Zhaomu had a hard time living.

Fang Zhaomu just wanted to find an ordinary person who could listen to him, and he didn't think about taking advantage or getting something from the other party, but even he couldn't find such a person.Fang Zhaomu still bumped into Song Yuanxun, and gave everything he could give, only to realize that it was wrong, he gave it wrong.

Song Yuanxun moved quickly. He walked into the room and looked around, knocked on the bathroom door, pushed it again, and the door was locked.He looked back at the traces of lying on the bed in the room, the clothes Fang Zhaomu was wearing today were left aside, the suitcase was open, and there was no sound of water in the bathroom, so he knew that Fang Zhaomu must be listening inside.

The trajectory of Fang Zhaomu's activities made Song Yuanxun recall the change in Fang Zhaomu's expression within seconds of him turning on the light.It hurts, but you have to bite the bullet.

Song Yuanxun closed his eyes, knocked on the door again, and said to the person inside: "The waiter who delivered the food said you are not here, I am worried, come and see."

There was no movement.

Song Yuanxun was still holding the things he just bought downstairs, and he put them on Fang Zhaomu's bedside table, then walked back, looked at the closed door, paused, and said, "I didn't install the software, it was the software. My friend. The account is also registered by him.”

"The engineer's information was filled out by him, and it was matched with you later because I swiped in the wrong direction."

"I found the profile picture on the Internet, and I sent you the same. I made a mistake, I'm sorry."

"If you can hear me, knock on the door." Song Yuanxun said calmly.

After a long time, the person behind the wooden door knocked lightly, and Song Yuanxun continued: "I didn't laugh at you when I met you in the supermarket. I want to see you off."

"I lied to you when I arrived in Seattle. I pretended not to speak for fear of being overheard. When you went back to the laboratory and almost called the police, I was the one who followed the car. Don't worry about you going back alone. I didn't expect you to misunderstand."

"I will remember everything you said carefully."

"I snubbed you a while ago, I did it on purpose. Only after I tried it did I know that even if Andrew ignored you, Song Yuanxun couldn't do it either."

"It was my friend who sent you to Seattle last night. He made a mistake."

Song Yuanxun stopped, and after a while, Fang Zhaomu knocked on the door, and asked him softly and lowly, "Why didn't you say anything last night?"

"I dare not say," Song Yuanxun said, "I'm afraid it's too early, and I won't even have a chance to judge myself."

Until the last moment, someone will take a chance.

"I came on the plane in the early morning." Song Yuanxun said again.

"Why?" Fang Zhaomu said.

Fang Zhaomu's voice was very dry, and his tone of voice was so unnatural that it was hard for Song Yuanxun not to speculate that Fang Zhaomu was crying again.Fang Zhaomu's question is also very broad, maybe he himself doesn't know what "why" is referring to.Song Yuanxun seemed to understand it completely.

"I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable," Song Yuanxun said, "It's fine if you can be a second late. You don't want to see me, I know, I also hope it's someone else, and I want someone to come for me, but I don't want to lie to you anymore. "

"No," Fang Zhaomu was behind the door, crying heavily, and said intermittently: "I don't like me, why are you still playing me like this?"

Song Yuanxun was stunned for a moment, and said to Fang Zhaomu very awkwardly: "I like it, I like you."

"It didn't work in the right way before, but it won't work in the future," he added.

Fang Zhaomu was silent, Song Yuanxun said: "By the way, I bought you a mobile phone downstairs, you can use it if you want, and I will put it on your bedside table. I will go first, and the waiter will come to deliver it in 10 minutes. Meal, I will take it this time."

After Song Yuanxun finished speaking, he went out.

Because the check-in time was different, Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu were not on the same floor. Song Yuanxun hadn't walked into the room yet, and the mobile phone had already prompted payment information one after another.

Fang Zhaomu sent him three sums of money, one for the room fee, one for the mobile phone fee, and another sum that Song Yuanxun didn't know what it was.

After opening the door, Song Yuanxun remembered that this figure was the same as the price of the takeaway meal for two that he ordered for Fang Zhaomu the night Fang Zhaomu and him started the video for the first time.

When ordering, Song Yuanxun didn't think much, as long as Fang Zhaomu could have dinner, he didn't care about anything else.

Fang Zhaomu called him the meal fee, perhaps implying that he was not going to invite Andrew to eat again after Andrew returned to Seattle as he had agreed before.

It means that there is no need to go to the appointment, don't pick the moon, so far, there is no need to do anything.