Chapter 27 (1/2)

Chapter 27

Edited by: Planetes

There were so many people in the supermarket that Fang Zhaomu thought the apocalypse was coming.

Many of the shelves had already been emptied out, and everyone’s cart was nearly spilling over. Every cashier had a very long queue behind them.

As Fang Zhaomu pushed a shopping cart, he felt a little apprehensive when he saw how crowded the supermarket was. Then Song Yuanxun took over the cart, “Follow me.”

At first, there was a distance of a few feet between Fang Zhaomu and Song Yuanxun. However, as there were really too many people, Fang Zhaomu was squeezed to the point where his personal space was invaded, and so had no choice but to be right next to Song Yuanxun.

It was a last minute decision to come to the supermarket. Fang Zhaomu had not prepared a shopping list, and he did not have a stove at home. After standing at the cereal aisle for five minutes, buying about ten different types of cereal, then he went to buy a pile of snacks and drinks.

It was different for Song Yuanxun. He bought many things that needed to be cooked, and some of them were even things that Fang Zhaomu had been eyeing for very long but never bought them.

Fang Zhaomu was feeling very envious, but pretended to not care.

“You’re just buying these things?” Song Yuanxun asked him.

Fang Zhaomu nodded. Song Yuanxun looked a little like he did not approve of it, but he did not say anything, and Fang Zhaomu sighed in relief.

When they were done making their selections, they did not continue browsing around. Queueing at the cashier, it took them about twenty minutes before they could pay for their purchases. Song Yuanxun did not let Fang Zhaomu carry any of the bags, just asking him to help him open the trunk of his car, and he placed all the bags there.

The snow was falling heavier than when they went into the supermarket. It fell thickly, and as Fang Zhaomu was not wearing a windbreaker, the snow fell into his collar.

In the car, Song Yuanxun’s phone rang. He took a look and told Fang Zhaomu, “The notice for class cancellation is out.”

“Oh.” Fang Zhaomu leaned over to look. Classes on Monday and Tuesday were cancelled.

“I wonder what will happen for Wednesday.” Fang Zhaomu thought about something, then asked. “When will they make up for the cancelled classes?”

“They won’t.”

Fang Zhao thought over it, and said, conflicted. “Then it’s better to cancel less classes.”

Fang Zhaomu seemed to see Song Yuanxun laugh at that from the corner of his eye.

Song Yuanxun did not drive in the direction of T University, but to another part of the city. Looking at the surroundings, Fang Zhaomu recognised that it was not towards T Univsersity, and so asked, “You still have things you need to buy?”

“Mn.” But Song Yuanxun did not say what they were.

Sitting in another’s person car, Fang Zhaomu had no right to speak, so he remained quiet. Then, Fang Zhaomu realised that Song Yuanxun had drove to somewhere he was very familiar with, and stopped outside a shop.

It was that dessert shop Fang Zhaomu had queued at during his birthday.

Maybe because a blizzard was coming, or maybe because the shop had been opened for awhile already, these showy desserts were no longer as popular as the last time Fang Zhaomu was here. Looking through the clear windows, there were only about three to five people in the shop.

“Please wait a moment,” Song Yuanxun said. “I’ll go and buy something.”

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

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu, closing the door that he had opened. “What’s wrong?”

“You…” Fang Zhaomu did not know how to ask the question. He faltered and beat around the bush, “You’re buying it for yourself?”

Song Yuanxun looked at Fang Zhaomu earnestly. Fang Zhaomu pretty much did not dare to look him in the eyes, his mind rapidly going through a few things Song Yuanxun might say, and also came up with a rejection.

“It’s for you.” Song Yuanxun chose the simplest statement.

“No need, I don’t eat them.”

Song Yuanxun’s eyes immediately dimmed. Fang Zhaomu was suddenly a little panicky, wondering if he had been too direct, and so he added, “I only eat them on my birthday, I don’t normally eat them.”

“Is that so?”

Fang Zhaomu was going to reply “yes”, but Song Yuanxun continued, “I thought we had agreed previously that when I’m back, I’ll bring you here to have some cake because you wanted it.”

Song Yuanxun’s voice was very low, together with the hoarseness from his cold.