Social temperature

After treating the wound, Fang Zhaomu turned around to put the medicine box away, and Song Yuanxun's phone vibrated, it was Zhao Han's call.

Song Yuanxun hung up the phone simply and rudely, and replied to Zhao Han: "Take a taxi to my house."

Zhao Han asked him: "Are you repairing the car? Let me come to the place where the car is repaired."

"Don't come." Song Yuanxun only replied two words, because Fang Zhaomu put away the medicine box and came back again.

What he asked Fang Zhaomu to tell the insurance officer just now was not entirely false, but it was not entirely true.

Two days ago, Zhao Han contacted Song Yuanxun and said that he would stay at his house for a few days, but Song Yuanxun's right eyelid started to twitch.

Yesterday morning, after running over a deep pothole on the road, Song Yuanxun's car started calling the police, saying that the tire pressure was unstable.

He went to visit an elder first in the afternoon. Not long after leaving the elder's house, a tire blew up.The elder's home was in the suburbs, so Song Yuanxun got out of the car to change the tire by himself.I opened the trunk and saw that the spare tire was not a full-size tire, so I had to put it on temporarily and go to the store to change it again.Song Yuanxun finished it and drove to the nearest repair point. When he was about to reach the repair point, he ran over a deep hole again, and the tire pressure detection alarm again.

Song Yuanxun stopped to look, and another tire blew out. He was just about to find someone to drag him, but Fang Zhaomu sent him a text message.

He communicated with Fang Zhaomu by voice, looked at his car again, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, got in the car and drove forward, passed the repair point without stopping, and when he was approaching Fang Zhaomu's house, the punctured tire had worn down to the rim, so he called the police The instrument rang a series.

Song Yuanxun got out of the car and took a look. He felt that something like that happened, so he immediately sent a message to Fang Zhaomu.

It's a blessing in disguise, but sometimes bad luck is prepared for good luck.

This was just two blowouts, and Song Yuanxun entered Fang Zhaomu's house justifiably.

Fang Zhaomu washed his hands, walked over, and saw Song Yuanxun sitting on his carpet in a very restrained posture.Fang Zhaomu sat across from him, seeing that Song Yuanxun was still in a daze, thinking that the young master is the young master, and he needs to be served by others, so he took back the cake he just took away, pushed it to Song Yuanxun, and said: " Don't you want to eat?"

Song Yuanxun took a look at Fang Zhaomu, bowed his head and ate a few mouthfuls, and wrote to Fang Zhaomu: "What wish did you make?"

Fang Zhaomu didn't know why Song Yuanxun asked these questions. The wish he made had nothing to do with Song Yuanxun. He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Song Yuanxun stopped forcing him, put down his pen, and continued to eat.

The two ate a piece of cake each in silence. Song Yuanxun's cell phone rang. He picked it up to look at it and handed it to Fang Zhaomu. It's over, please Fang Zhaomu and Song Yuanxun go down.

Fang Zhaomu hung up the phone, and Song Yuanxun's cell phone vibrated again. Fang Zhaomu pressed the answer button with a trembling hand, and the other party asked him, "Are you at home?"

"Ah... that..." Fang Zhaomu was stunned, took the phone away, looked at the word "Zhao Han" on the phone, then looked at Song Yuanxun, and asked Song Yuanxun hesitantly, "Can you help me?" Accept?"

Song Yuanxun also saw Zhao Han's name, his expression paused, and Zhao Mu spread his right hand.

Fang Zhaomu didn't understand what he meant, and the person opposite was also silent for a while before asking, "Who are you?"

Song Yuanxun waited for a few seconds, seeing that Fang Zhaomu couldn't react, he stretched out his hand and took Fang Zhaomu's wrist to bring the phone over, pressed to hang up, sent a message to the other party, and then stood up.

Fang Zhaomu and Song Yuanxun went downstairs and met the insurance officer. Song Yuanxun signed a form, and the insurance officer towed his car away.

"Okay," Fang Zhaomu stood by the street and said to Song Yuanxun, "Then you take a taxi back now?"

Song Yuanxun typed for him and asked him, "Let's have a meal together."

Fang Zhaomu didn't want to stay alone with Song Yuanxun for too long, so he shook his head and said, "No, I want to go upstairs to sleep."

"Take it as my thank you." Song Yuanxun refused to let him go, but called him again.

Fang Zhaomu looked up at Song Yuanxun, looked him straight in the eyes and refused: "No, I didn't help much, no thanks, and I'm a little tired."

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu for a moment, nodded, and just happened to pass an empty taxi by the side of the road, so he waved to Fang Zhaomu and got into the car.

When Fang Zhaomu walked home, without Song Yuanxun, the room became quite empty. Fang Zhaomu even felt that his home had become bigger.

He poured a glass of water, cut himself a small piece of cake, and ate it slowly.At this time, Andrew sent him another message, asking Fang Zhaomu, is the candle lit?

Fang Zhaomu thought for a while before replying to him: "Yes."

"What wish?" Andrew asked.

Fang Zhaomu felt as if he had been asked about his wishes many times today, so what if he knew, even if it was really about Andrew's wish, Andrew might not necessarily be able to help.

So he said to Andrew: "I have promised a lot, but it seems that none of them can be realized."

"Let's hear it." Andrew replied persistently.

Fang Zhaomu looked at Andrew's message in a daze for a moment, and then typed word by word: "I hope that one or two things that I agreed with others before can be done."

Not long after, Andrew called him.

Fang Zhaomu took it.

"Are others talking about me?" Andrew asked Fang Zhaomu directly.

Fang Zhaomu talked to Andrew before helping Song Yuanxun, but he felt that he hadn't heard Andrew's voice for a long time.

Just hearing the voice, Fang Zhaomu felt a lot of unspeakable sadness and unwillingness in his heart.

Andrew should be outside, with the wind, the sound of shaking leaves, and the sound of cars passing by. It may be the unique background sound of Seattle, which makes Fang Zhaomu want to.

He also wanted to be like the pedestrians passing by Andrew, seeing how Andrew called him, and only hoped to see a little bit of Andrew's true thoughts about him.

"If yes?" Fang Zhaomu asked Andrew back.

"If it is," Andrew said, "I'll walk you through it."

"What are you doing?" Fang Zhaomu said sullenly.

"Don't you want to watch the movie that will be released in March? Let me take you to the urban area to see the biological exhibition," Andrew told Fang Zhaomo one by one. Take me for a walk in T school at night, and another walk during the day."

Fang Zhaomu has never heard him say so many words in one breath since he met him.

Fang Zhaomu listened quietly, but his heartbeat became irregular because of Andrew's memory, and the bad mood of the week also ran away.

Unexpectedly, Andrew, who is usually quiet, can remember everything when chatting with himself. I don't know if it is simply a good memory, or he is really listening carefully.

Fang Zhaomu realized that he was really easy to please, because he was suddenly so happy that he felt that this birthday was not so bad.

After Andrew reported the to-do list, Fang Zhaomu asked him lightly: "Then which one do you think we should do first?"

"Let's meet first." Andrew said.

There were no mistakes or omissions in Andrew's answer, so Fang Zhaomu smiled and said to Andrew with great anticipation: "Okay, let's meet you first."

He asked Andrew again: "Are you on the street now, after get off work?"

"Yeah." Andrew said curtly.

"Is it cold over there?" Fang Zhaomu said.

"It's not cold," Andrew said, "It's cold where you are?"

"It's very cold, I queued up outside for half an hour to buy cakes," Fang Zhaomu complained, "I went downstairs just now, and the wind was stronger than in the afternoon, but the cakes are delicious."

Fang Zhaomu tentatively mentioned the name of the cake shop, and then asked Andrew if he had eaten it.

Today, Andrew seemed to be enlightened suddenly. The other party, Zhaomu, said that he had never eaten, and said, "I will take you to eat when we meet."

"Then who's in line." Fang Zhaomu lowered his head and poked the cake with a fork. He bit his lip and couldn't control himself from smiling.

"I'll line up," Andrew said, "You wait in the car, and I'll line up."