Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu slept poorly at night and woke up repeatedly.

He had some inertia in the first half of the night. When he was half asleep and half awake, he always wanted to pick up the phone to find Andrew, and then touched the new phone. His blood slowly cooled down and he put the phone back.

It won't be in the middle of the night.

Waking up in the morning, Fang Zhaomu had regained his soul compared to yesterday, turned on his laptop, and began to plan his return trip.

He terribly resisted thinking about anything about his trip to Seattle.He really wants to get all the memories of social software out of his mind, because every moment that he thought was very sweet at the time, looking back now, it is a bit unbearable.

The weather forecast said that the heavy rain would last for three to five days. Fang Zhaomu looked out the window and looked at the laptop screen. He was thinking of booking other hotels in Seattle.

Now that the rain has slowed down a little, Fang Zhaomu thinks it is still feasible to change to another hotel, mainly because it would be too expensive to stay in this hotel for three to five days.

After he selected a hotel apartment near the airport, he felt that it was not bad, so he settled down, packed his suitcases, and called the front desk to ask if he needed to check out.The receptionist said that he didn't need it, so Fang Zhaomu asked the receptionist to call a taxi for him.

When Fang Zhaomu walked to the door, his car arrived just in time. The driver got out of the car and helped Fang Zhaomu put the suitcase in the trunk, and then set off.

The water on the road can cover your feet, and the rain is pouring down, pouring on the roof of the car. The sound is scary, and the speed of the car is slow, which makes Fang Zhaomu always worried.Fortunately, the driver drove very steadily and drove to the destination smoothly all the way.

The hotel apartment he booked had only a simple front desk downstairs, and a front desk clerk stood there. He checked Fang Zhaomu in, handed over his room card, and said that he had been upgraded to a larger suite.

Fang Zhaomu went upstairs, opened the door and found that the room was really big, like a place where a family of three lived, with an open kitchen, a reception room, and two bedrooms, one big and one small.

Fang Zhaomu packed up his things and sat down, and received an email from the professor who invited him to direct his Ph.D., asking him what he was thinking.Fang Zhaomu called the professor.

When he was asking for tuition fees from his family, he mentioned something straightforward, and his parents were very supportive.Fang Zhaomu himself has thought about it seriously. Even if he is not happy in the laboratory, he is always in a good mood when doing experiments and writing papers. He enjoys the state of focusing on research. Now that the professor is willing to provide him with such an opportunity, he still want to catch.At the end of the phone call, Fang Zhaomu and the professor made a verbal agreement to return to the school to submit the application after the exchange in May.

After confirming his future, Fang Zhaomu had the motivation to continue living, and his head was much clearer. He sat in the reception room of the suite, opened his laptop and read the paper for a while, feeling a little hungry, so he opened the refrigerator to check, and found that After ordering some quick-frozen food, I turned on the induction cooker to boil water, and made myself a plate of pasta.

After eating a few mouthfuls, the phone rang suddenly. Fang Zhaomu glanced at it. It was Song Yuanxun's call. Fang Zhaomu put down the fork and didn't answer it. When the ringing stopped, he picked up the phone and blocked Song Yuanxun.

Changed to a new mobile phone, Fang Zhaomu did not download that social software, he will probably never use this kind of thing again.

Not long after, the landline phone in the room rang again. Fang Zhaomu was so annoyed that he walked over and wanted to hang up, but he was afraid that the front desk was really busy, so he answered it.

"Mu Mu." Song Yuanxun called Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu quickly hung up the phone.

Perhaps because there was no other way, Song Yuanxun didn't come to harass Fang Zhaomu again.

Fang Zhaomu stayed in the hotel for a few days, sneaked downstairs to buy some food, and when traffic resumed at the airport, he took the originally scheduled flight back to City C.

The name Song Yuanxun is like the sequelae of a major accident.The healing period is very long, and the condition often relapses, and it may take a long time to recover.

As long as he was alone in the room, Fang Zhaomu would always fall into depression for no reason. He tried his best not to think about everything about Andrew and Song Yuanxun. cell phone.

But life still had to pass. Fang Zhaomu never went to the laboratory after passing the project defense.He will stay in T school for another four months and start taking three new classes. At first, he is like a thief. He is afraid of meeting Song Yuanxun by chance. After two weeks of class, Fang Zhaomu relaxes his vigilance.

One Wednesday, Fang Zhaomu went to class. He got there early and entered the elevator alone. When the elevator door was about to close completely, someone ran over from outside and pushed the elevator door open again.

Fang Zhaomu looked up, and Song Yuanxun and the two people he met in the restaurant last time were standing outside. Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu's eyes met, and they were also stunned.

But when Song Yuanxun stood, Fang Zhaomu felt very restrained and awkward.

One of the girls came in, stood next to Fang Zhaomu, and nodded to Zhaomu friendly. Fang Zhaomu didn't know how to react for a moment, and subconsciously smiled at her.

She casually asked Fang Zhaomu, "Student, which department do you belong to? I don't think I've seen you before."

Fang Zhaomu paused for a moment, then said speciously, "I came through communication."

"Oh," she thought that Fang Zhaomu was coming in the second semester of this school year, so she took out her mobile phone and said, "Then exchange contact information, and make an appointment for dinner when you have time."

Fang Zhaomu hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't bring my mobile phone..."

He really didn't bring it with him. Now he can use his mobile phone without using it. He uses his laptop to send emails for communication. It's not that inconvenient when he's used to it.

"Huh?" The girl was a little surprised.

But when Fang Zhaomu's class floor arrived, he said goodbye to the girl and walked out.

Fang Zhaomu sat by the window, and after most of the class, there was a lot of snow outside, Fang Zhaomu couldn't help but look at it.

He hadn't seen snow in City C yet, and it didn't fall in the previous few forecasts, but it was said to snow again yesterday, Fang Zhaomu didn't take it seriously, and fell down.

The snow fell harder and harder. At the end of the class, Fang Zhaomu looked downstairs. The snow had accumulated a very thin layer, and the ground looked hairy.He slowly sorted out his books and walked out, there was a person standing outside the classroom door.

Song Yuanxun was waiting for him.

Fang Zhaomu didn't really feel much when he saw Song Yuanxun. He knew in his heart that Andrew didn't exist, but he couldn't connect Andrew and Song Yuanxun well.Because the Andrew and social software he is familiar with have passed away, and he is unwilling to try to understand the Song Yuanxun he is not familiar with.

Fang Zhaomu glanced at Song Yuanxun, stopped in his footsteps, and turned to walk into the corridor.

Song Yuanxun followed, and Fang Zhaomu said, "It's snowing, I'll take you back."

His voice was Fang Zhaomu's nightmare, and every word brought Fang Zhaomu's memory back to those shameful chat records.Fang Zhaomu didn't really want to talk to him, but it seemed hypocritical not to talk, as if he was still concerned about making trouble, so he tried his best to say to Song Yuanxun peacefully, "I'm bringing an umbrella."

"The ground is very slippery." Song Yuanxun said again.

Fang Zhaomu glanced at Song Yuanxun and said to him, "Understood, I'll go carefully."

Although Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu were more than half a meter apart, Fang Zhaomu still felt that his presence was too strong, making it difficult for people to concentrate.There were three steps going down from the corridor to the elevator. When Fang Zhaomu walked up the last step, he sprained his foot for some reason. Song Yuanxun's quick eyesight and hands quickly grabbed him, and Fang Zhaomu dropped his schoolbag.

"I'll take you away," Song Yuanxun persuaded Fang Zhaomu helplessly, "You fall on the ground."

He let go, helped Fang Zhaomu pick up the schoolbag, carried it to Fang Zhaomu, and pressed the elevator.

Fang Zhaomu was so annoyed that he had a headache and his face was hot. He had never been so angry with his habit of walking without looking at the road, and felt very shameful. He tried to get the schoolbag in Song Yuanxun's hand but didn't get it back. He didn't dare to look into Song Yuanxun's eyes , thinking in his heart, why is Song Yuanxun so ignorant? Fang Zhaomu has been avoiding him so much, and didn't care about anything with him.

The elevator door opened, and the two classmates of Song Yuanxun just happened to be standing inside, and the girl who hit up a conversation with Fang Zhaomu was taken aback when she saw the two standing together.

Fang Zhaomu and Song Yuanxun walked in, and the girl asked Song Yuanxun the first sentence: "You guys know each other."

"Yes." Song Yuanxun said.

The girl seemed to have a lot of questions, but she didn't ask too many questions.The first floor arrived soon, Fang Zhaomu walked very slowly, and when he separated from the other two, Fang Zhaomu said to Song Yuanxun, "Give me back your schoolbag."

Fang Zhaomu reached out to take it again, but it was empty. Song Yuanxun said to Zhaomu, "Just give it once."

Fang Zhaomu looked at Song Yuanxun, he didn't want to have a dispute with him, and he didn't want to take his car. The two of them were like elementary school students, you come and go, and finally Fang Zhaomu was also angry, and said to Song Yuanxun, "Then you take it", Going out on his own, without an umbrella, he walked into the snow, Song Yuanxun chased him out and returned the schoolbag to Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu took out his umbrella in the snow and walked home.Song Yuanxun didn't hold an umbrella and didn't drive. He followed Fang Zhaomu all the way unhurriedly. Fang Zhaomu ignored him and walked home carefully without falling down.

There was a very narrow window in Fang Zhaomu's house. When he got home, he closed the door. He hesitated for a few minutes before going to the window, opened the window and looked out.

Song Yuanxun was almost at the corner of the road, he was wearing a coat, his back was straight, but he didn't have an umbrella, and there was snow on his shoulders, and he didn't look as glamorous as usual, and he was more popular than the one Fang Zhaomu knew before.

When he turned a corner, he looked back again, Fang Zhaomu was afraid of being caught by him, so he immediately closed the window and stopped looking.