(Xiong Xiong Novel, Fat Bear, middle-aged) At the age of forty-six, Cong Mingyuan was transferred from Changzhou to Hecheng. On the third day after taking office, the main pipeline exploded. He jumped into the cold muddy water to repair it and almost missed it. The person who pulled him up from the bottom of the well was Zhao Tiejun, the maintenance squad leader, a 43-year-old rough man who had been widowed for six years and smelled of engine oil.
A game of chess, two cups of soju, and the big pool of the employee bathhouse was roaring with heat. Two men with a combined age of ninety, one had just come out of a thirty-year marriage that had not been successful, and the other had lived his life as a personal battlefield. Neither of them expected to fall in love with anyone else in this life.
But people can't help being tempted. It was the hand that held his when he went down the well, it was the corner of the quilt that he tucked quietly in the middle of the night, it was the bowl of porridge he left in the note on the stove, and it was the words at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau - "Take you home."
Later, rumors spread throughout the city, and the investigation team stationed in Hecheng. On the day when the suspension was announced, at the factory-wide meeting, the rough man dropped his cup and stood up. Everyone heard: "I admit this!"
Winter in the Northeast is so cold that it can freeze your ears off. But there is always one person who can make the rest of your life, including your life and your heart, so hot.
