Social temperature

When Song Yuanxun went back to find Zhang Ranyu and Zhou Meng, he briefly reflected on his meaningless impulsive behavior.

He and Fang Zhaomu have been in contact through dating software for more than two weeks.

In the first week, Song Yuanxun used "cold treatment of Fang Zhaomu and monitoring Zhao Han" to explain, but in the second week, not only did the cold treatment not succeed, but the contact became more frequent.On the weekend of the third week, Zhou Meng and Zhang Ranyu came to borrow a car from Song Yuanxun, saying that he wanted to go shopping in the city. I mentioned that supermarket to him in the evening.

Not long after the three entered the supermarket, Song Yuanxun saw Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu was pushing the shopping cart by himself, with a lot of things stuffed into the cart, with his hand on the armrest of the cart, his back slightly leaning forward, walking slowly on the narrow road, looking left and right, not knowing what he was looking for.

When he came to the edge of a shelf, Fang Zhaomu stopped.Zhang Ranyu and Zhou Meng happened to be walking in that direction, and Song Yuanxun went there together logically. He vaguely saw Fang Zhaomu take a picture with his mobile phone, and the mobile phone he held in his hand vibrated.

"That's not..." Zhou Meng also found Fang Zhaomu, and hesitated to speak.

They didn't stop, and when they got near Fang Zhaomu, Song Yuanxun heard what Fang Zhaomu said with his back to them.

"Are you busy working overtime?" Fang Zhaomu was asking, "Did you eat lunch on time?"

Song Yuanxun stared at Fang Zhaomu and moved his hands, perhaps releasing the voice button, almost immediately, Song Yuanxun's phone vibrated again.

Fang Zhaomu's uncompressed voice is softer and gentler, with a little liveliness and joy, happily teasing Andrew who he imagined is working overtime.

Of course Zhou Meng and Zhang Ranyu also heard Fang Zhaomu's warm and affectionate words.The next moment Zhang Ranyu sneered, Song Yuanxun watched Fang Zhaomu turn his head, saw the corners of his mouth become smoother, and the smile in his eyes faded away, leaving only a little wariness and boredom.

Andrew and Song Yuanxun have different meanings to Fang Zhaomu. Perhaps Fang Zhaomu's happiness is for Andrew and has nothing to do with Song Yuanxun himself.Fang Zhaomu didn't consider Andrew's suggestion of taking a ride, and he didn't show a good face when he passed by Song Yuanxun. One second he complained that Andrew was unwilling to date, and the next second he limped forward without meeting Song Yuanxun's eyes.

Song Yuanxun didn't know exactly what he was doing at the time. He held the car keys in one hand and the mobile phone in the other. He stood in the aisle outside the mall, watching Fang Zhaomu roll around, and Fang Zhaomu approach and then walk away.He turned on the phone with complicated emotions, read the sweet text message Fang Zhaomu sent to Andrew, and then looked up at Fang Zhaomu's back.

He just thought that it would not be a problem for Fang Zhaomu to take a ride with his classmates—if Fang Zhaomu had difficulties and wanted to take Song Yuanxun's car back to school, Song Yuanxun would not refuse.

Fang Zhaomu had already stood outside in the wind by the bus stop, and the wind blew his thin sweater against his body, making Song Yuanxun feel that Fang Zhaomu was a little flustered and pitiful at this moment.

In the evening, Song Yuanxun took Zhang Ranyu and Zhou Meng to dinner in the urban area, and called a few of his friends in the urban area.

Song Yuanxun is not a sociable person, but when he calls, someone will answer. After a meal at nine o'clock, Song Yuanxun and Zhang Ranyu both drank, and asked Zhou Meng to drive.

Song Yuanxun got a little drunk, and couldn't get rid of the way Fang Zhaomu bowed his head and walked over in his head, so he lied to Fang Zhaomu that he had finished working overtime and could go home.

Fang Zhaomu naturally expressed deep sympathy, and told Song Yuanxun that because the things were too heavy and the bus stop was too far away from home, he was so tired that he lay on the bed for two hours when he got home. Show Song Yuanxun the red wrist.

Fang Zhaomu's skin was light, and the red marks were extremely obvious, as if he had been artificially violated.

Song Yuanxun was in a daze, and he didn't know what he was typing. He only knew that what he sent was "like being tied up by someone" and "I can take you with me next time".

Half an hour later, Fang Zhaomu took a shower and came back to see it. He only replied to Song Yuanxun's previous sentence, saying that Song Yuanxun was a pervert, and asked him, "Why don't you ever send me photos."

Song Yuanxun hadn't decided how to answer, Fang Zhaomu said again: "There are comings and goings, I'll show you, and you have to show me too."

"I'm not good-looking." Song Yuanxun thought for a long time before sending it to Fang Zhaomu.

"It doesn't matter if you don't slap your face," Fang Zhaomu said slowly on the other end. There was moisture in his voice, and the endings were lingering one after another. "I'm also an ordinary person, not particularly good-looking. If you If you send me a photo, I'll show you how I look with earrings on."

Zhao Han was on vacation, and was awakened by the vibration of his bedside mobile phone in the middle of the night. When he woke up, the movement stopped.Zhao Han paused for a few seconds, picked it up and took a look. Song Yuanxun called him twice and sent him a message: "Where did you find the profile photo on the dating software?"

While rubbing his head, Zhao Han returned to Song Yuanxun: "Google for muscles, shirts, and turn a few pages later."

Not long after the reply, Song Yuanxun called again as if urging his life, Zhao Han answered and asked: "The taste is so strong at night, isn't homosexuality disgusting?"

Song Yuanxun was quiet for two seconds, and said to Zhao Han, "It's not as disgusting as you."

"Oh," Zhao Han said after understanding, "That's not disgusting at all."

"I didn't find that photo." Song Yuanxun didn't continue the topic, and directly explained the purpose of coming.

"Why are you looking for that?" Zhao Han said.

Song Yuanxun didn't answer him, but said, "You can find photos of the same person and send them to me."

After finishing speaking, he hung up and didn't even leave time for Zhao Han to question.