Social temperature

Chapter 27

There are so many people in the supermarket that Fang Zhaomu thinks that the end is coming.

Many shelves are empty, everyone's shopping cart is overflowing, and there's a long line behind every checkout.

Fang Zhaomu pushed a shopping cart, and when he saw the crowds in the supermarket, he felt a little frightened. Song Yuanxun took the shopping cart from Fang Zhaomu and said, "Follow me."

Originally, Fang Zhaomu was a few steps away from Song Yuanxun, but then there were too many people, and Fang Zhaomu was too crowded to maintain a social distance, so he broke the jar and touched Song Yuanxun's arm.

Fang Zhaomu came to the supermarket temporarily and didn't make a list. He couldn't turn on the fire in his house, so he just stood in the cereal area for 5 minutes, bought about ten different cereals, and went to buy a bunch of snacks and drinks.

Song Yuanxun was different. He bought a lot of ingredients that could only be processed with a fire, and there were many of them that Fang Zhaomu had coveted for a long time but hadn't bought.

Fang Zhaomu was very envious and pretended not to care.

"You just bought these?" Song Yuanxun asked him.

Fang Zhaomu nodded, Song Yuanxun looked a little disapproving, but he didn't say much, which made Fang Zhaomu heave a sigh of relief.

They went to check out without wandering around after shopping, and they came out after queuing for 10 minutes.Song Yuanxun didn't ask Fang Zhaomu to carry anything, but asked Fang Zhaomu to help him open the trunk door and put everything in.

The snow was bigger than when they entered, and it fell densely. Fang Zhaomu was not wearing a windproof jacket, and the snow got into his collar.

After getting into the car, Song Yuanxun's cell phone rang, and he took it out to take a look, the other party Zhaomu said: "A notice of class suspension has been issued."

Fang Zhaomu let out an "oh" and leaned over to take a look, temporarily suspending classes on Monday and Tuesday.

"I don't know what to do on Wednesday," Fang Zhaomu thought about it, and said, "When will classes be suspended?"

"No." Song Yuanxun said.

Fang Zhaomu thought for a while, and said in a tangled manner, "Then let's stop for a few days."

Song Yuanxun seemed to smile when he heard the words, Fang Zhaomu saw it from the corner of his eye.

Song Yuanxun didn't drive in the direction of T school, he went around to the other side of the city.Looking at the street scene, Fang Zhaomu didn't seem to be heading back to School T, so he asked Song Yuanxun, "Do you have anything else to buy?"

Song Yuanxun let out a "hmm" and didn't say there was anything he wanted to buy.

Sitting in someone else's car has no right to speak, so Fang Zhaomu quietly stopped talking.Not long after, Fang Zhaomu found that Song Yuanxun drove to a place he was familiar with, and stopped at the door of a shop.

It was Fang Zhaomu's birthday, he came to the dessert shop where he had lined up.

Maybe it's because the blizzard is coming, or maybe it's because it's been open for a while. These fancy desserts are not as popular as Fang Zhaomu's last visit. Looking through the transparent glass, there are only three or five people in the store.

"Wait a minute," Song Yuanxun said, "I'll go buy it."

He was about to get out of the car, Fang Zhaomu called him.

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu again, closed the car door just opened, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You..." Fang Zhaomu didn't know how to ask, he hesitated for a while, and asked obliquely, "Are you eating by yourself?"

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu seriously, Fang Zhaomu almost didn't dare to look at him, and quickly conceived a few words that Song Yuanxun might say in his mind, and matched them with lines of polite refusal.

"For you to eat." Song Yuanxun chose the most simple one.

Fang Zhaomu said, "No, I won't eat."

Song Yuanxun's eyes dimmed, and Fang Zhaomu suddenly panicked. He wondered if he had spoken too directly, so he added: "I only eat it on my birthday, and I don't usually eat it."

"Really?" Song Yuanxun said.

Just as Fang Zhaomu wanted to go back, Song Yuanxun went on to say, "I thought we agreed last time to bring you cakes because you want to eat them."

Song Yuanxun's voice was very low, with a sick hoarseness.

Fang Zhaomu looked at him, feeling guilty for no reason.

"I said, you sit in the car and wait, and I'll go in line," Song Yuanxun said, "You agree."

Fang Zhaomu's throat seemed to be blocked by a wet towel, and his heart was sore and painful.Because they did agree to come, the difference is that Fang Zhaomu wanted to expose it, but Song Yuanxun didn't.

Song Yuanxun is always reminding Fang Zhaomu of the fact that the lights are already on.

He savagely showed Andrew to Fang Zhaomu repeatedly in the shortest time, and savagely asked Fang Zhaomu to accept it. Every word Andrew said was said by Song Yuanxun, and every agreement was made by Song Yuanxun.

Even if Fang Zhaomu doesn't want it, Song Yuanxun wants Fang Zhaomu to go through all the details again, and then say no.

Fang Zhaomu looked at Song Yuanxun, unable to utter a word.

After a while, Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun softly, "Have I agreed?"

"You said it." Song Yuanxun insisted.

Fang Zhaomu had no choice but to say, "Then go buy it."

Song Yuanxun got out of the car and walked into the store in the snow. Fang Zhaomu looked at him through the car window and the glass of the storefront.

The way he was shopping for cakes at the counter seemed to be calibrating an ultra-micro balance. He was serious, steady, and focused. Fang Zhaomu wanted to laugh and cry when he saw it.

Fang Zhaomu didn't bring his mobile phone, so he couldn't see the time, but he felt that Song Yuanxun spent longer choosing cakes than his school balance.

Finally, Song Yuanxun finally bought the bill and came out, carrying a beautifully packaged box, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door.

A gust of cold air rushed in with him, and melted into the hot air.

"This store," Song Yuanxun handed the box to Fang Zhaomu, Fang Zhaomu took it, "there are too many flavors."

"I don't know what you like," Song Yuanxun said again, "The salesman said this is a signboard and it's limited, so I bought this."

Fang Zhaomu took it apart and looked at it. It was a beautiful cake, with a large circle of berries piled on the top, red and purple, and it looked beaming.He packed the box again, put it on his lap, and said thank you.

Song Yuanxun didn't go anywhere else, and An An sent Fang Zhaomu downstairs to his house.Fang Zhaomu wanted to carry things by himself, but Song Yuanxun didn't let him. He said that Fang Zhaomu would just open the door with a cake, and the two went in together, and went upstairs. To enter the door.

Fang Zhaomu watched Song Yuanxun coughing and took a few steps, and couldn't help calling him: "Song Yuanxun."

The voice was very soft, but Song Yuanxun stopped when he heard it, turned around to look at Fang Zhaomu, and asked what was wrong.

"Don't you eat cake?" Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun.

Song Yuanxun said: "You can eat, I won't come in."

Song Yuanxun wasn't being polite to Fang Zhaomu, he really went downstairs.Fang Zhaomu disassembled the cake and put it on the table in the room, then went to the window to open a crack, wanting to see when Song Yuanxun downstairs would leave.

He waited for 10 minutes, but Song Yuanxun's car didn't move.It was snowing like hell outside, and the roof of the car was thin and white.He didn't understand, since Song Yuanxun didn't come in, what was he doing downstairs.

Fang Zhaomu felt like an old-fashioned computer that was about to be eliminated, processing a very complicated data.

He spent a long time dealing with the matter of how to treat Song Yuanxun correctly at a specific time, and the thinking process was full of twists and turns, but the result should not be too wrong.

Fang Zhaomu closed the window and walked down the stairs lightly. When he reached the ground floor, he smelled a smell of smoke. He took a few steps forward and saw Song Yuanxun with his back turned to him, smoking and coughing while smoking. A few times.

It was dark outside, and there was no light in the corridor, even Song Yuanxun, it would be unseemly to hide in the stairwell and smoke like this.

"Song Yuanxun." Fang Zhaomu called him.

Hearing Fang Zhaomu's voice, Song Yuanxun immediately threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, looking back at him.

Fang Zhaomu originally wanted to ask him if he was a pig, but in the end he said patiently, "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to leave yet." Song Yuanxun said confidently.

Fang Zhaomu felt that he couldn't keep Song Yuanxun downstairs, so he said, "If you are sick and still smoke, you might as well come and eat cake."

Song Yuanxun went upstairs with Fang Zhaomu, and walked into Fang Zhaomu's house again.Song Yuanxun might have clashed with Fang Zhaomu's house, or even with Fang Zhaomu himself. He had just closed the door behind his back when the lights in Fang Zhaomu's house snapped out.