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She caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, and immediately closed her eyes again.

Shen Qingyan didn't stop moving, but only glanced at her face, knowing full well what was going on, and tried hard to suppress his smile.

Chu Feng, watching the two from the rooftop next door, felt something was off. Suddenly, he remembered that he used to carry Gu Xixi on his back... How could he carry her on his back now... He's learned how now.

modern.

Winter has begun its magical attack in the south. A food delivery guy, wearing a yellow team uniform, is running home carrying a four-inch cake.

He pushed open the door. The room was unfinished, with simple furnishings. The tables, chairs, and benches were pieced together without any matching sets, and even the clothes racks were not complete.

The couple bought a house together but didn't have the money to renovate it. To make matters worse, the wife became pregnant and had to stay in the hospital as her pregnancy progressed. Their income decreased while their expenses increased. They didn't even dare to turn on the small heater because it was too energy-consuming.

So every time I come back inside, it's freezing cold.

However, today, as soon as he entered the house, he felt warm and comfortable all over, but his heart was in his throat. Could it be that the heating was on...? How expensive must that be?

But it's so cold in here... Oh well, he can earn it back by working an extra hour delivering food every day. His wife and children have suffered enough with him.

Thinking of this, his eyes welled up with tears, and he felt disgusted by his own inadequacy.

He looked around. His wife came out of the room and carefully closed the door, presumably because the child had just fallen asleep. Although tired, his wife's eyes lit up with surprise, and she waved to him cheerfully.

He immediately followed his wife quietly to the outer balcony of the kitchen.

"Guess why it's so warm inside?" His wife laughed, her smile was beautiful.

"Because the heating is on inside!"

"Don't you think I shouldn't have driven it? I could have just endured it."

"If I work a little harder, it will open soon. Everyone will be happy, so it should open."

"Hmph, fine, I can tell you haven't been watching the news. Our city just released some good news: starting the day before yesterday, the price of natural gas has dropped to 1.2 yuan per ton. Before, our 86-square-meter house cost more than 500 yuan a month for heating, but now it only costs a little over 100 yuan. It won't cost much for the whole winter."

The wife then revealed the "secret," and the two laughed, embracing tightly, their eyes instantly welling up with tears.

In times of poverty, it's difficult to stay together. This is a moment of warmth in their journey of perseverance and hard work, like a reward from God.

"We will be better in the future."

……

In a rented room in another city, Xiao Qian, a migrant worker, relied on his shivering skills to resist the severe cold and quickly ran back to his room. The first thing he did was turn on the floor heating.

As the temperature rose, she seemed to escape from a "prison," shed her "shackles," and straighten up.

As a working person, she used to have to turn on the heating every day. Although it only cost a few hundred yuan a month, it still hurt her heart a lot... But now, she no longer has to carefully budget and sacrifice other expenses to turn on the heating.

She doesn't need to go back to her room and hide under the covers; she can stay inside, eating ice cream and watching TV shows, dressed casually and in a good mood.

Even the stray cats she adopted started to leisurely roll over on the ground, showing a satisfied expression.

These days are so wonderful!

Small moments of happiness gather in each room, accumulating into a great happiness that warms the hearts of countless people, and laughter echoes from many rooms.

……

The next morning, Professor Wang was scheduled to teach his second class, but he arrived on campus at 8 a.m.

After parking his car and heading up to the administration building, he greeted his colleagues with a smile. Other teachers brushed past him, feeling that something was amiss.

"Hey, Professor Wang, you, you got a hair transplant?" A teacher noticed his thick, green hair and then realized something was even more wrong.

Even if Professor Wang were to get a hair transplant at his age, he wouldn't be this dark-skinned, let alone have this much hair.

Other teachers also surrounded Professor Wang, reaching out to touch his hair.

“This is real hair growth, not a hair transplant. A hair transplant would leave a missing piece on the back of the head, but this person has grown new hair on the back of their head.”

"Professor Wang, is this the surprise you mentioned last time? So that blob you had on your head before was hair growth cream? Where did you get this product? It's amazing, only a week!"

"What?! Hair growth cream! Old Wang, you're so unfair! How can you not share it with us, your good comrades? We've been working with you for over 10 years. Hand over the secret formula right now!"

……

Professor Wang particularly enjoyed the feeling of keeping everyone in suspense. No matter how many questions people asked, he only said one thing: "Okay, okay, wait six months. The hair growth cream will be on the market in six months."

After saying that, he walked back to his office in a particularly cheerful mood, only to be met with wave after wave of envy, jealousy, and resentment from his colleagues.

There's only one feeling - awesome!

By 9:50 a.m., the lecture hall was already full of students, as well as people from other majors who had come to see Professor Wang lose a bet.

"Hmph, a week has already passed. I don't believe Professor Wang can grow a thick head of hair in such a short period of time. That's simply against science!"

"I don't believe it either. If Professor Wang loses, hehe, I'll make sure he doesn't fail anyone on the final exam. Everyone knows his class is the easiest to fail. I'm scared."

"Why hasn't he come yet? Is he scared? ...Hey, come on, he's here! Look!"

……

All the students looked toward the classroom door. Professor Wang, who was over fifty years old, was in high spirits, and his thick, black hair was particularly eye-catching.

To achieve the best results, Professor Wang deliberately didn't cut his hair, leaving it to grow naturally and wildly.

"Come on, a few students, come up and check if I'm wearing a wig or if I've had a hair transplant. You'll all lose if you do," Professor Wang said smugly, with a bright smile.

Several students in the front row immediately ran up and boldly reached out their hands; some even used magnifying glasses.

"It's real hair that has grown. The professor's hair follicles are growing very well. There are four hairs in one follicle, and there are so many of them. Each hair is very strong."

"Professor, please tell us where you bought that hair growth cream you used last time. It worked so well! We bald folks are saved!"

"Professor, teacher, dear father, please, please look at us, a 19-year-old bald girl."

……

The classroom was bustling with noise. Professor Wang sat there and let them take pictures, but he didn't answer any questions. After everyone had been making a fuss for a while, he finally slammed his hand on the table and told everyone to sit back down.

"Quiet down, or I won't say anything more."

Instantly, the scene fell silent.

"If you want to buy this hair growth cream, it will probably be available in about six months. It won't be long."

Professor Wang gave a sly smile.