Chen Yuzhou, 38 years old, is a copywriter in an advertising company. He has not been promoted in ten years of service. When you sit in a corner during a meeting, your speech is always "I have no opinion." When you meet your boss in the elevator, you stare at the floor screen the whole time. He's the kind of person who you've met ten times and still can't remember who he is the next time you meet.
On my 38th birthday, no one in the company remembered it. When he was eating instant noodles on the rooftop, he saw for the first time - numbers floating above the heads of a couple arguing downstairs: 85 degrees, 20 degrees. From then on, he could see everyone's "emotional temperature": despair at 0 degrees, calm at 30 degrees, and the edge of collapse at 100 degrees.
This is not a golden finger, it is a curse. He could see everyone's wounds, but he was unable to heal them. The subway is full of gray and blue eyes - it turns out everyone is so cold.
After losing his job, he delivered food and became the most silent bystander in the city. Until he met the bakery cashier Su Min - the only person who would look into his eyes seriously, the coordinate of 30 degrees above his head.
He used his last savings to anonymously send her bread for three months. When she slowly returned from 8 degrees to 30 degrees, he stood downstairs with tears streaming down his face.
Later he began to record these temperatures and posted them on "City Body Temperature". No one read it, so he kept writing.
Until someone asked him: "What degree are you?"
He looked down at himself and saw nothing.
——It turns out that the coldest person may be myself.
This is a story about "the unseen". There is no counterattack, only one person, in a life where no one is applauding, finally learns to give himself some warmth.
