Her father is a teacher

She didn't hear clearly what Zheng Nianchu's reasoning was, anyway, the purpose was clear, and she didn't know what kind of expression and attitude her mother had, after all, she wanted to agree.

The sound of the TV in the living room became the buzzing background, Fu Huaining's lips opened and closed, and she heard herself say: "Let me go, I'm afraid she won't be used to sleeping on the bed in Grandpa's house, and she will hit the railing in the middle of the night."

Zheng Nianchu's eyes turned around, and she suddenly couldn't see what those eyes looked like, she was probably shocked or silent.

So what?

The cold wind howls in the gap between the blocked windows, turning into a ferocious monster and threatening. It leads thousands of troops and horses to hit the city gate. The more the group is getting smaller and smaller.The stars are scattered at night, and the moonlight is still good. In a few days, there will be snow in the forecast. I don’t know if there will be such a bright sky at that time, a whole piece of stars and moon.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Nianchu twitched the corners of his mouth, mocking himself perfunctorily, how could there be stars when it snows.

She turned over and looked at the plain white ceiling. She had just watched the starlight, and suddenly turned around, as if her gaze had turned the stars over, one by one faintly hanging on the ceiling.

This is such a good family, she thought as she slept alone in her room.They treated themselves like returned prodigal sons, like lost children, and there was always such a place that she could just settle in, as if they had been reserved for her for more than ten years.It was obvious that her father had hurt their hearts like that, he was fierce and ruthless, he tore a piece of flesh from his tight back, and ran away without looking back.

But the more this is the case, the more she can't be unscrupulous. Once she thinks of the more than ten years of lucky money that grandpa stuffed into his pocket, and the intimate gestures of my aunt when she chatted with her, once she thinks about it, she can't even struggle and let the warmth drown. Feelings towards Lin Sheng.But it was too strong, and instead evolved the ability to hold its breath.Can only hide, not kill.

They must not know that they have such thoughts, but if they knew, would they forgive her just like grandpa forgave Zheng Feng?

Then what?Also like this family and father, never see each other again?

Fortunately, things were not that bad. She hadn't spoken to Lin Sheng yet, so everything could be saved.

Lin Sheng.

She walked lightly through the two doors and came to Lin Sheng's bed.She was lying on her side with her back to the door, and when Zheng Nianchu quietly walked to her side, she did not move.Probably fell asleep.

Zheng Nianchu squatted down in front of the bed silently, and groped into the quilt along the edge of the bed.

"There are hot water bottles."

She stopped her hand immediately, then retracted it, and when she straightened up, she saw Lin Sheng still lying with his back to her.She recalled that the rubbing sound of the quilt and clothes could only be heard from her movements, and Lin Sheng hadn't moved.

"You go out." Lin Sheng said again, with a calm tone without ups and downs, but the words clearly exceeded the boundary.Zheng Nianchu could even tell from this sentence that her current mood was completely different from her calm tone.

Of course Lin Sheng also realized it, and she added after that cold sentence: "Go back to sleep, it's late."

It was indeed very late, Zheng Nianchu obediently took two steps back, she was still waiting for Lin Sheng to turn his head habitually, but after two seconds she realized that she couldn't wait for the staring.So he turned and went out.

The door lock opened and closed behind him, and the metal rubbed indifferently, placing the wooden door between the two of them.Lin Sheng turned over slowly and opened his eyes.

Her feet were like two icy stones, they couldn't feel the cold between each other.The thin hot water bag can't cover the heat, but the skin absorbs the heat in vain and then dissipates it, and the temperature drops quickly.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.Many things can be explained in this sentence.When she slept alone last winter, and even for many years before that, she was alone. At that time, she was fine. Although her hands and feet were cold, she could finally warm up under the quilt in winter.This winter just entered the winter and relied on Zheng Nianchu, and actually raised and disabled herself.It's also ridiculous.

Zheng Nianchu was really insensitive to feelings, so Lin Sheng was able to act unscrupulously.

At the beginning, she just thought that she could find friends who could get along with her among the naive crowd, but the superposition of big and small things, the little things in life, and the tacit understanding between the two of them as they got along, made her not tempted.She used to think that she didn't love those heroes, but after dealing with them, she realized that she just didn't love those heroes.Changing to Zheng Nianchu, she felt very good, couldn't be better.

Seeing that Nian Chu started to run away, her gesture was so obvious that she almost turned her back decisively.Of course she didn't want to, but she also knew that the ambiguous time could not last forever and last forever.

Sooner or later there will be a broken day.When the light of the day comes in, all the unshakable secrets will be revealed to the public.

When my father asked Zheng Nianchu how to study literature, she sat beside her, but she didn't express any opinions.When Zheng Nianchu talked about learning literature, she was happy and blamed her for being willful.Hearing her change of words, she thought that such a choice was the right one, but she was not too happy.

She is satisfied with her influence on Zheng Nianchu, and she also understands how much her influence is.This made her afraid to speak, she was afraid that she would be selfish when she spoke.And Zheng Nianchu will definitely listen to her.

So many times she didn't open her mouth, just like today, she could have interrupted Zheng Nianchu before she proposed to live separately, and refused with foresight.But she didn't, her interference would destroy Zheng Nianchu's internal balance and all balances.

For two human beings, the superposition of opinions will only be willful to the point of no boundaries.

That's fine, it's the best way now.Otherwise, when that day comes, they will be powerless to resist the direct sunlight and melt their photophobic shells.

At least Fu Huaining.The tenderness and sensibility that she has transmitted through the family are only superficial traits, like a thin layer of icing.As long as she crossed her bottom line, her icy rationality would immediately break through the sugar coating, causing her to resist with a compassionate expression.

That was her mother, someone she was very familiar with. At this moment, she could already imagine the other person's expression and posture at that time.

Lin Sheng closed his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth were as gentle as usual, welcoming the cold of the whole long winter night.

In the dream, she was chasing the sun, and the shadows were chasing and covering her, always one step or two faster.always like this.She quickened her pace and tried to run forward, but she always missed it.

She was tired, and woke up exhausted. It was pitch black outside, and the dogs kept howling on the edge of the construction site were howling. Far away, they were rare three or two sounds in the silent night.

She moved her legs, and all her muscles felt sore, as if her body was flooded with excessive lactic acid the next day after running ten kilometers.My feet are still cold, and even half of the bed is cold, and I can still feel a little warmth when I get close to the hot water bottle that has also cooled down.

At least it's just cold, not like your feet are ice.

Zheng Nianchu is not the only one who has become dependent...

She curled up, huddled together, warmed her unconscious feet with warm palms, and squeezed a little warmth from her back and waist. She tossed and tossed for about half an hour, but there was no improvement.

Simply turn on the air conditioner.The heat flow of the wall-mounted air conditioner just rushed upwards, and it didn't take long for it to blow top-heavy again. His cheeks were hot, but his feet were so numb that he didn't feel any warmth.He simply went to the bathroom and turned on the heater before the others got up.While roasting the whole body, massaging the thick and sore tendons of the calves and knees, blowing the lips until they were dry, and the whole body was so dry and cracked that the feet were warmed up.

Lin Sheng rubbed his face, bringing her tenderness back to life.

When I went out, I happened to see Lin Zhengwang who was also an early riser, and he asked her, "I slept alone last night, was it cold?"

She smiled and said, "It's okay."

The father and daughter alternated positions, Lin Sheng came out of the bathroom, and Lin Zhengwang's voice from behind was muffled in the small space and asked, "Why did you turn on the heater?"

"Toasted a pair of socks."

There was no sound in Zheng Nianchu's room, the water in the bathroom rushed towards the cup, the sound gradually became louder, and there was a momentary echo after a sudden stop.Immediately afterwards, she heard the faint sound of clothes rubbing in the room across the door.She opened the door and walked in facing the light and familiar sight.

She acquiesced in such an escape, but she was never reconciled.