Residual Temperature

[The physical version has been released and is available on all major platforms, with an additional 6,000 published extras] Jiang Shuang still remembers that night. The incandescent light bulb was covered with a simple lampshade and hung on a pole that was eaten by insects and ants. When the wind blew, the lampshade swayed and the lamp shadow swayed. Fu Ye walked over from the darkness, his shoulder blades were thin and sharp, and he was covered in wounds. The blood on his face was not wiped off, and his eyes were sinister, like a ferocious and lonely wild dog. He walked to the canteen window. Jiang Shuang smelled the smell of blood and watched him take out a bunch of scattered banknotes crumpled into a ball from his pocket. He pointed behind her and bought a pack of cigarettes. She knows him. Fu Ye lost his hearing after he became seriously ill at the age of ten. After his parents divorced, he was abandoned by his grandmother who lived alone. He was determined to kill himself if he was ruthless. Everyone nearby knew that no one dared to mess with him. Her aunt told her to stay away from this kind of person, as this kind of person can do anything. * Later, also at night, he took out the hearing aid from his pocket and put it on. He tapped his finger on his ear to signal her to come closer. Jiang Shuang held her arms and leaned forward with some effort. The boy's jawline was as sharp as a knife. She pressed her racing heart and whispered. Fu Ye turned his head to meet her gaze, pulled his lips, and smiled in silence. For the first time in ten years, he heard a sound. It belongs to Jiang Shuang, she calls him Aye. The new article "Zang Yue" next door has been published Her parents divorced, and Qin Zhi was fostered in Grandpa Chen's home. It was a rainy night when her father sent her there. She trotted all the way in the mud, soaked all over, and knocked on the door of Chen's house cautiously. But I didn't expect that it was Chen Yannan who opened the door. Chen Yannan, the proud son of heaven, who is admired by all the stars. With him here, he has never been left behind in the first place. He has excellent bones and deep and cold eyebrows. There are countless girls who like him. Qin Zhi was not exempt from the vulgarity, but she didn't dare to mention or recognize him. The dazzling young man was not something she could imagine. His eyes dropped, and she had no choice but to move in embarrassment with her soaked shoes to hide herself. She was so embarrassed that Grandpa Chen came out and introduced her, saying that Qin Zhi was one year younger than him and that she was his younger sister. Chen Yannan said expressionlessly: "What kind of sister is she?" * Qin Zhi graduated from high school and looked quiet and reserved. At the dinner, a boy confessed to her. After drinking, the boy's green face turned red and he asked her if he could be his girlfriend. Before Qin Zhi could answer, a cold and deep voice came first: "She can't." She saw Chen Yannan walking out of the shadows with a bad look on his face. The boy frowned and asked him who he was and what qualifications he had to answer for her. Chen Yannan's eyes were gloomy, she gritted her teeth and showed a rare gaffe: "Her brother, are you qualified?" One late night, the room was dark. Qin Zhi stepped back to the desk step by step. He leaned over, his breath hot. Half drunk and half awake, he called her name: "You have never called me brother." * Later, the rift between the two could not be bridged. Qin Zhi moved away from the Chen family and became a photographer traveling around the world, never expecting to see Chen Yannan again. The noisy wind blew up his coat. He strode over and held her in his arms, his chest beating loudly. He asked her if she had ever thought about herself. Qin Zhi didn't answer, and listened to Chen Yannan's hoarse voice murmuring: "I've thought about it." "Every day, every second." "Like crazy." Intention: look forward, move forward