zero degrees Celsius

When he arrived at the Dongguan community, Su Zhu saw Nan Yuyin remembering what he saw in the Wangfan mirror, and his nose became sore.

Nan Yuyin got into the car and found that Nan Yuyin's eyes were a little red, thinking that she was being bullied, "Zhuzi, what's wrong with you?"

Quickly smiled and said: "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered the ending of the novel I read recently." I didn't want Nan Yuyin to worry, so I gave her the gift in my hand, "Happy New Year Xiaoyin!"

Nan Yuyin happily took Su Zhu's New Year's gift, and also took out the New Year's gift he had prepared for Su Zhu.

"Happy New Year Bamboo!"

It is a very delicate wind chime, the wind chime is somewhat similar to the Yin characters behind Nan Yuyin, Nan Yuyin hopes that Su Zhu will look at the wind chime when he thinks about himself in the future to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Su Zhu looked at the New Year's gift that he hadn't received not long ago, feeling sour in his heart.

Such a good girl, it's a pity that a short-lived person who fell in love with her can't stay with her for the rest of her life.

This made Su Zhu firmer in her mind, that after spending this year with Nan Yuyin, she would make her memory disappear.

Arriving at Su Zhu's house, after getting off the car, Nan Yuyin went to pull Su Zhu's hand for a while, and there was a burst of cold hand temperature, "Zhuzi, why are your hands so cold?" asked inexplicably.

In the car just now, both of them had something in their hands, so they didn't hold hands.

Su Zhu remembered what Yi Xiangfeng said, she is a soul and others can touch her, but she is a soul after all, and her body temperature has been zero degrees this year.

Pulling her hand out of Nan Yuyin's hand, she explained: "Oh, it's too cold." Afraid that Nan Yuyin might suspect something, she hurriedly added, "I was holding something in the car just now, and I didn't Wear gloves."

Glancing at Su Zhu's hand, there was no glove on the slender hand.

After believing Su Zhu's words, he didn't pursue further.

"Then let's go up quickly, Auntie must be lonely at home alone." He walked to the front with a gift for Xu Yixi.

Su Zhu also breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Nan Yuyin was no longer asking questions.

Looking down at his warm hand, next time Nan Yuyin asked himself what kind of excuses he should use to prevaricate.

Su Zhu's family lives in the house assigned by his father's unit. The family lives on the third floor, and the lighting is good.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Here we come." Xu Yixi was about to make some supper, when she heard someone knock on the door, put down her things, and came to open the door.

Looking at the large bouquet of carnations that suddenly appeared in his sight, he was stunned for several seconds before he saw Su Zhu and Nan Yuyin behind the flowers.

Taking the flowers: "Why are you back? Didn't you say that you are going outside tonight for the New Year's Eve?"

Putting the shoes at Nan Yuyin's feet, he asked, "My dad won't come back for the New Year. I'm not afraid that you will be alone at home, so I brought Xiao Yin to accompany you to celebrate the New Year."

Nan Yuyin called out sweetly: "Happy New Year, Aunt Xu!"

There was a smile on his face: "Well, well, happy Chinese New Year." Pushing Su Zhu away, he took Nan Yuyin's hand, "Come, come, don't hesitate to treat yourself as your own home."

Nan Yuyin glanced sympathetically at Su Zhu who was pushed away, Su Zhu shrugged his shoulders to express that he was used to it.

Xu Yixi pulled her to sit on the sofa.

Su Zhu stood at the door and looked at his lost and recovered relatives and lovers on the sofa, his heart overflowed with secrets.But at the same time, he remembered his dead father and looked at his mother who was on the sofa.

Her father, Su Zhengkun, was tortured to death by drug dealers a few days ago when his identity was exposed. She could not save her father even if she did it again. After a few days, when her mother found out, she did not know how to comfort her mother.

After chatting on the sofa for a while, Xu Yixi went to the kitchen to make supper.

Nan Yuyin sat next to Su Zhu, saw that people were in a daze and waved their hands at her several times, but no one responded.

"Bamboo, bamboo..."

"Ah...what's the matter?" It took a long time to realize.

"what are you thinking about?"

"nothing……"

Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Nan Yuyin stopped asking.

After eating supper, it was around 23 o'clock in the evening.The Spring Festival Gala on TV has reached its last show.Not long after, the sound of countdown to the new year came from the TV and the community.

"Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one."

"Happy New Year--!"

"Hello 2019—!"

2019 years.

"Happy New Year Xiaoyin, Mom!"

"Happy New Year Bamboo!"

The fireworks outside the window are in full bloom, becoming colorful stars in the starry sky.

In this boundless night sky, the stars are dotted.

It was not safe for Nan Yuyin to go back so late, so in the end Su Zhu helped her send her back to the Dongguan community.

She was sitting in a taxi, and when she passed Ziwu Road, she saw Luo Wu and several of his younger brothers.

Sitting in the car, she saw Luo Wu taking a puff of cigarette with a very unhappy expression and yelling at his subordinates. She couldn't hear what he was scolding, but she could guess the general content of his scolding.

The taxi drove gradually, and the figures of several people became more and more blurred.

But the hatred in Su Zhu's eyes became more and more clear, she would never forget that these people killed her, and it was their boss Qiu Qiu who killed her father.

Her father had been an anti-narcotics police officer for ten years. A few days ago, he was discovered by drug dealers that he had exposed his undercover identity, and he was tortured to death by those drug dealers.

A few days later, the third year of high school started.

At the same time, on the same day, Su Zhu's father's body was brought back by the police station, and her mother learned the bad news.

Su Zhu's father's brother Hou Min brought Su Zhengkun's ashes to Su Zhu's home.

"Sister-in-law, these are Brother Su's ashes, we brought him back." The two policemen behind Hou Min gave a military salute to Xu Yixi and Su Zhu.

Xu Yixi didn't want to accept the fact that her husband had passed away, so she refused to pick up the box of ashes, which was only a few kilograms, with stiff hands.

Knowing that his mother couldn't accept it, Su Zhu took over the ashes of his father Su Zhengkun instead of his mother.

"When our bamboo grows up, we will take good care of our mother for our father."

"Bamboo, come to Dad."

"Daddy's shoulders are so warm."

"Dad is waiting for you to come back, and I have some good news for you."

"Are you going to bring Dad to meet your baby Xiaoyin?"

"Dad, don't you object?"

"It's not easy for us Zhuzi to meet someone we really like, whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as you treat them well."

"Dad is going to do the task, wait for Dad to come back."

The last time we met was more than two years ago. At that time, she stood far away from home and had a hasty meeting with her father who was far away from the community.

Su Zhengkun has a special job. In order to protect the safety of his family, he cannot come back during Chinese New Year, nor can he get close to their mother and daughter when he returns.

It has been ten years since she held her father's hand last time.

That time was a month before her father was going to go undercover, and it was also the last time her little hand was completely wrapped by his father's wide and warm hands.

With the urn in my hand, I couldn't cover it with heat.

Su Zhu's eyes were moist, and he couldn't control his tears, and the thread broke drop by drop.

Hou Min opened his mouth: "Sister-in-law, mourning for the bamboo festival."

Hou Min and the two policemen wiped away the tears from their faces.

"Now that I'm gone, the mother and daughter will ask my brothers to take care of me."

"This is my daughter Xiao Zhuzi, isn't she beautiful?"

Bamboo, tough in quality, is one of the four gentlemen.

The author has something to say:

I have been writing unsatisfactorily, and I am sorry for keeping the babies waiting for a long time.