Social temperature

At quarter past ten, Fang Zhaomu's phone rang, and the food delivery man had arrived.

Fang Zhaomu ran downstairs to get it. The delivery man looked part-time, wearing a suit, and looked like a restaurant manager, with a big paper bag in his hand.

He politely handed the bag to Fang Zhaomu, wishing him a pleasant meal.

Fang Zhaomu felt heavy when he picked it up, and carried it upstairs to see that there were more than a dozen boxes, large and small, inside.Fang Zhaomu's table is so small that even the lunch box can't be opened.

Fang Zhaomu brought out a few, which took up half of the table. He sent a message to Andrew in confusion, "What did you order for me? Why are there so many boxes?"

"Set meal for two," Andrew replied, "arriving so late?"

Fang Zhaomu opened it and saw that the food in the box was well arranged. For some reason, Fang Zhaomu felt a little familiar looking at it.

After opening a box of desserts, Fang Zhaomu came to his senses, what Andrew ordered for him was the couple's set menu from the restaurant he went to at night.

Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a moment, first he was moved, and then suddenly felt a little weird. After thinking about it carefully, he shrank his hand touching the box, looked at the screen of the mobile phone that was still on on the ground, took it over, and put his fingers on the screen. After a pause of 2 minutes, I sent Andrew: "How do you know which restaurant I ate at?"

Andrew replied quickly, he said: "The restaurant name is printed on the plate you took for me."

Fang Zhaomu immediately flipped through the photo album, zoomed in on the photo he sent to Andrew, and sure enough, he found the name of Hot Silver's restaurant in the lower right corner of the dinner plate.Fang Zhaomu felt a little better in his heart, but he still had some indescribable feelings.

He looked at the pile of dishes on the table with some contradictions, and before he calmed down, Andrew came to the voice call request again.

Fang Zhaomu picked it up and called "Andrew". Andrew asked Fang Zhaomu, "What's wrong?"

Andrew's tone was very natural. Seeing that Fang Zhaomu didn't answer, Andrew asked again: "Is it delicious?"

Fang Zhaomu's face became hot, ashamed of his unreasonableness.

Andrew found a restaurant that didn't have a delivery service at all, and asked them to deliver it to Fang Zhaomu's home at night, just to let Fang Zhaomu have a meal, Fang Zhaomu was still suspicious.

"I might have been frightened by the car just now," Fang Zhaomu tried hard to find an excuse for distraction, "I haven't recovered yet."

"Don't be afraid." After Andrew finished speaking, he paused. Fang Zhaomu felt that he wanted to say something more, but after waiting for a while, Andrew didn't say anything.

Fang Zhaomu turned on the phone, opened a few boxes, suppressed other emotions, and said to Andrew: "It would be great if you were here. It's too wasteful for me to eat a meal for two alone."

"It's fine," Andrew said.

Fang Zhaomu took a spoonful of salad with a fork and asked Andrew, "How did you persuade them to deliver the takeaway?"

"Don't you want to eat?" Andrew avoided Fang Zhaomu's question and only asked him instead.

Fang Zhaomu's room was small, and the table was a low folding table he bought online. He took out all the meals for two that Andrew had ordered for him, and placed them on the floor from the table.

Because of some problems in the handover, the dormitory arranged by the school can only be provided for two months. Fang Zhaomu moved here last month after looking for a house for a long time.His residence was sandwiched between two sets of larger rooms. He didn't know what it was used for at first. The landlord was an Asian, so he changed the room into a rental house. Fang Zhaomu rented it out the first time it was listed.

Fang Zhaomu's communication, from the beginning to the present, has not been very smooth, and everything is not very good.Only meeting Andrew was so good that it didn't seem like it would happen to Fang Zhaomu.

"Thank you," Fang Zhaomu said to Andrew, "Then I will treat you to eat when you come back."

"Let's talk," Andrew said.

"Why don't you talk about it again," Fang Zhaomu narrowed his eyes and said to Andrew aggressively, "Do you mean that you are not going to eat with me?"

Andrew paused for two seconds, and replied: "...No."

Fang Zhaomu couldn't help laughing, he said, "I'm just kidding, I can accompany you to eat whatever you want."

"Really." Andrew said.

There were some typing sounds on the keyboard at Andrew's side, and Fang Zhaomu remembered that he seemed to be working overtime, so he said embarrassedly: "Then I will eat first, you are busy with your work."

"Well," Andrew's voice stopped, and he said to Fang Zhaomu, "Eat more, you are too thin."

"It's not too thin." Fang Zhaomu retorted.

"Slim." Andrew commented on Fang Zhaomu's body shape like a strict gym personal trainer.

"You haven't seen me..." Fang Zhaomu whispered. He looked at the boxes on the table and the floor, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked Andrew: "Andrew, after you get off work, do you... want to talk to me?" Start the video?"

Andrew didn't speak, Fang Zhaomu added: "You don't have to drive."

After a brief silence, Andrew said, "Okay."

Half an hour later, Fang Zhaomu received a message from Andrew: "I'm at the hotel."

Fang Zhaomu was full and lying on the bed reading a book, almost fell asleep, and was woken up by the sound of text messages.

He put the book aside and asked Andrew, "Can I do it now?"

Andrew didn't call and said, "Yes."

Fang Zhaomu had no choice but to send the video request by himself, and Andrew immediately agreed.

After the video was connected, Fang Zhaomu put his mobile phone on the stand of the bedside table, sat on the bed and greeted Andrew.

Andrew's head was completely black, so Fang Zhaomu zoomed in on his video interface. He was wearing a gray silk nightgown. When he looked closely, he found that the neckline was too wide open, and he stretched out his hand to tighten it. He said hello to Andrew: "You Look, isn't it too thin?"

Andrew may not agree, so instead of answering Fang Zhaomu's question directly, he just asked, "Is the dessert delicious?"

"It's delicious," Fang Zhaomu smiled at the camera and said, "It's delicious. Thank you."

Andrew said, "No."

Fang Zhaomu blinked and asked Andrew, "Aren't you tired when you go back to the hotel so late?"

"Not tired." Andrew's breathing was very gentle, and his voice was so calm that Fang Zhaomu couldn't detect his emotions.

"You always talk a lot," Fang Zhaomu grabbed the corner of the quilt piled on one side, covered his legs, looked at himself on the phone screen, and said, "It seems that I talk a lot—Andrew, do you think that I'm annoying?"

Andrew said "no", perhaps because he realized that he really had few words, so he added two more words: "Not annoying."

Fang Zhaomu laughed and said, "You don't have to force yourself to talk more, anyway, I talk a lot."

He suddenly remembered that he was wearing earrings, so he leaned over, put his long hair behind his ears, and showed Andrew his earlobe: "Look quickly."

After showing it to Andrew, Fang Zhaomu pressed Andrew again: "Does it look good? Tell me quickly."

"..." Andrew said, "It's nice."

"Well," Fang Zhaomu nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You picked it."

That night, Fang Zhaomu babbled with Andrew for a long time. Andrew listened quietly most of the time, sometimes interjecting a sentence or two. He promised Fang Zhaomu many things, and he would do them together after he returned to City C from a business trip.

Fang Zhaomu also didn't want to think about which one he would really do together in the end.

It's just that at such a moment, Fang Zhaomu's agreement with a person he has a crush on, even if it's just a verbal agreement, can be compared to a dream.