Social temperature

It was suddenly dark in the room, Song Yuanxun moved a bit, and the flash of the mobile phone turned on, so there was some light in the room.

"Do you have a flashlight at home?" Song Yuanxun asked Fang Zhaomu.

"No," Fang Zhaomu said, and walked to the low cabinet next to the bed, opened the drawer to search, "Where is my mobile phone..."

He hasn't turned on his mobile phone for two days, and he vaguely remembers throwing it in the low cabinet.There was nothing in the first drawer, so Fang Zhaomu opened the next drawer.

"Mu Mu," Song Yuanxun asked him, "You don't use your phone now?"

Fang Zhaomu touched the hard case of the phone under a scarf, took it out and turned it on, then turned to Song Yuanxun and said flatly, "I don't use it much anymore."

Because he was holding the phone, his mood became worse.

While waiting for the machine to turn on, Fang Zhaomu went to the window and opened it to look outside. The whole street was dark, and the snow formed a visual barrier. Fang Zhaomu could hardly see the window across the street.He had never seen snow that fell so heavily and for so long.

Fang Zhaomu glanced down, and Song Yuanxun's car was almost completely covered by snow.

Someone downstairs went outside and shouted: "Is there a power outage!"

"Mu Mu." Song Yuanxun called Fang Zhaomu, Fang Zhaomu closed the window and looked back at Song Yuanxun.

Speaking of looking, Fang Zhaomu couldn't see anything, only the figure of Song Yuanxun. Song Yuanxun was standing on the edge of the small table he just set up, standing very straight.Song Yuanxun said to Fang Zhaomu: "Go back to my house first, I don't know what's going on here."

Fang Zhaomu thought for a while, and asked Song Yuanxun, "Does your house have no electricity?"

"My house doesn't necessarily have a power outage, and there is a backup generator in the basement, which can last for a few days," Song Yuanxun said, "It's better than your place."

What Song Yuanxun said made sense, but Fang Zhaomu still hesitated.

He looked at the phone's battery, and it was 30.00% left. He didn't know how long it would take to stop the power. If it kept stopping, it would be scary to think about it.

Fang Zhaomu was thinking about it when he heard a screeching sound and turned his head to see that Song Yuanxun put the phone on the small table with the flashlight on and was struggling to rewrap the cake box.

There is an unusual clever button on the cake box, Song Yuanxun is obviously not good at this, the pose looks like he is fighting a monster.

Fang Zhaomu thought it was a bit funny, so he asked Song Yuanxun: "Song Yuanxun, what are you doing?"

"Take the cake away too." Song Yuanxun said without raising his head.

Song Yuanxun's tone was very serious, and he tore the paper box with his hands.

Fang Zhaomu was so teased by him that he couldn't help laughing. While laughing, he walked over and pulled Song Yuanxun away, saying, "Don't move, I promised you to go, and you can pack it up on your own."

Song Yuanxun looked around and said, "Hurry up and clean up, my phone is almost out of battery."

Fang Zhaomu looked at Song Yuanxun for a few seconds, and said, "Then help me take care of it, and I'll see if the box is still usable."

After Song Yuanxun took a step back, Fang Zhaomu leaned over to have a look.Although the box was broken, it could still be closed, so Fang Zhaomu rewrapped the cake.

In fact, there is no other way to deal with a power outage in a snowy day. If he continues to refuse many times, Song Yuanxun may also give up and will not try again.

But after accepting one kindness, Fang Zhaomu always felt that it was not reasonable to reject the next kindness, but the more important reason might be that Fang Zhaomu didn't want to see Song Yuanxun smoking a cigarette downstairs alone in his house.

Fang Zhaomu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, handed it to Song Yuanxun, and said, "I'll get something."

When Song Yuanxun took the phone, Fang Zhaomu always felt that he was happier than he looked.

Fang Zhaomu packed up his things in a leisurely manner, the room was still a little hot, so he didn't wear a coat, looking for something here and there.Wherever Fang Zhaomu went, the light in Song Yuanxun's hand followed.

He piled up the things he was going to bring on the bed, not many, Fang Zhaomu stacked them, and found that Song Yuanxun was always looking at his face, making his eyes dazzle terribly, so he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said to Song Yuanxun: "You Don't look at my face."

Song Yuanxun immediately corrected his mistake and turned the light down.

Fang Zhaomu didn't carry many things, so he put a bag and said to Song Yuanxun, "Okay."

At this time, Fang Zhaomu suddenly received a call.

He picked it up to read it, and it was the professor who called him, so he picked it up.The professor asked him if he had filled out the draft application form and asked him to return it as soon as possible.Fang Zhaomu obediently said that he hadn't finished filling in the fields yet, and he didn't know how to fill in a few points, and he didn't have time to send an email to ask, because today there was a blizzard in City C, and he went shopping.

The professor asked Fang Zhaomu about the weather here, and asked Fang Zhaomu what he could not do. Fang Zhaomu said that he was not sure according to his impression, and the professor explained everything to him.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuanxun asked Fang Zhaomu, "What are you filling in?"

"A form." Fang Zhaomu didn't want to talk more, so he said vaguely.

"When will you go back?" Song Yuanxun asked him again.

"May." Fang Zhaomu said.

Song Yuanxun asked one after another: "Will you come back after you go back?"

Fang Zhaomu said, "No way, not necessarily."

"I'm not you, I don't come whenever I want." Fang Zhaomu said again.

Fang Zhaomu thinks that Song Yuanxun doesn't understand a lot of common sense, and he may only have a half-knowledge when he explains it. He doesn't know what the life of ordinary people is like.Song Yuanxun stood a little stiffly, and even his outline seemed to be stubborn with no knowledge of the world.

"Fang Zhaomu, if Andrew wasn't me," Song Yuanxun asked, "If Andrew wasn't me, would you stay because of him?"

Fang Zhaomu couldn't tell what mood Song Yuanxun was in, and Song Yuanxun's speech basically didn't fluctuate.So he asked Song Yuanxun: "Is it meaningful for you to ask?"

Song Yuanxun is already there.

Song Yuanxun didn't ask any more questions, his cell phone was out of battery, so he took Fang Zhaomu's cell phone, took the bag from Fang Zhaomu's hand, and picked up the shopping bag at the door, which meant he was leaving.

Fang Zhaomu paused, and picked up the cake box.

When he was about to open the door, Song Yuanxun called him.Fang Zhaomu turned around and wanted to ask Song Yuanxun what's wrong, but saw that Song Yuanxun had turned off the light on his phone, and slowly leaned over.

Song Yuanxun was too close, Fang Zhaomu couldn't see his face clearly, only knew that he was turning over, his close breath intertwined, and the heat blended together.Song Yuanxun gave Fang Zhaomu a chance to dodge, but Fang Zhaomu didn't dodge, so Song Yuanxun kissed Fang Zhaomu's lips.

Song Yuanxun's kiss was very tender and lingering, and it was like walking on thin ice. Fang Zhaomu leaned against the door and was overwhelmed by Song Yuanxun's kiss. He blinked a few times and closed his eyes.

Fang Zhaomu will never understand his feelings for Song Yuanxun.

He had stayed away from him, been frustrated, and ignored him, but for a minute behind the door and kissing Song Yuanxun, Fang Zhaomu couldn't tell whether it was Andrew or Song Yuanxun who made him reluctant to push away. .

It may be the same, no one will kiss him so preciously again, even when they know that they are about to say goodbye.

Everyone wants to get something in return. Those who like Fang Zhaomu like his appearance and character, write the name Fang Zhaomu in his diary, and read it out with love.

Even if Song Yuanxun wasn't the stupidest suitor, he should be the most hopeless.He was terribly reckless and willful, and he greatly offended Fang Zhaomu. It stands to reason that the two never interacted with each other, which was Fang Zhaomu's greatest tolerance for him.

However, even though Song Yuanxun was so lame, he was the only one Fang Zhaomu didn't push away.

The lights on the roof jumped and came on again.

The light in the room was restored, Fang Zhaomu raised his head, subconsciously looked at Song Yuanxun, Song Yuanxun also looked at him, then moved his lips and took a step back.

Under the bright light, Song Yuanxun's state and movements were all invisible.

He has big and small bags in his hand, including supermarket shopping bags, and Fang Zhaomu's little luggage. Fang Zhaomu suspects that Song Yuanxun has never carried so many things since he was a child.Song Yuanxun's expression was a panic that Fang Zhaomu had hardly seen before.

The electricity is back, do you still want to go?

Fang Zhaomu was still the first to recover.

Seeing that Song Yuanxun was still staying there, he was very troubled by some major event, and the leader's speech was just like this, so he reminded Song Yuanxun: "What are you thinking?"

Song Yuanxun was shocked, and blurted out: "How do I want to take you home."

As soon as the words fell, the two fell silent again.

Song Yuanxun kissed anyway, and told the truth, so he looked at Fang Zhaomu and waited for Fang Zhaomu's response.

Fang Zhaomu's skin was particularly fair.Song Yuanxun felt that Fang Zhaomu probably didn't know that his face would turn pink when it was hot, and so would his ears.Fang Zhaomu stood at the door holding the cake, thinking.

Perhaps because of the sudden bright lights, he looked a little uneasy, as well as surprised and shy, all written on his face.

Looking at Fang Zhaomu's face, Song Yuanxun suddenly felt that he heard his heartbeat.It's not too far from Song Yuanxun's heart rate.

At least at this moment, Song Yuanxun changed from apprehension to certainty, and he was revealed the answer in advance by the examiner.He was sure that Fang Zhaomu would sleep at his house at the end of the night.

The room was quiet, but the sound of the howling wind outside became louder. Song Yuanxun waited patiently. After waiting for a few minutes, Fang Zhaomu spoke.

"That's it," Fang Zhaomu said, "Then let's go."