rebirth of the nasty

On New Year's Eve, when the fireworks cleared, the whole city was quiet again. Except for the occasional passing vehicles, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets.Illuminated by the warm yellow street lamps, Jinshi had a rare snowfall in several years.The fine snow particles lightly sprinkled on the ground covered with red firecracker powder, just like the pinch of refined salt sprinkled by the chef on the stove.

这是2016年2月8日的凌晨，距离方子衿前世的死亡日期2017年6月5日还有483天。

On the side of the second floor of Jin's house, Fang Zijin in the room fell asleep peacefully.In the study room on the other side, the desktop computer screen on the mahogany desk is still on. Jin Muyun is sitting on a black leather swivel chair. He is still wearing the coat that was stained with black and ash when he went out, and the single button is unbuttoned. , revealing the dark gray shirt inside.He silently looked at the other party's sleeping state on the screen, his face was softened by the dim light of the table lamp on the table, and his expression seemed relaxed and stable-this feeling of comfort and stability even seemed a little strange because he hadn't seen it for a long time.

The computer screen automatically went to sleep due to no one operating it for too long, and when the screen went black, Jin Muyun saw his expression at the moment from the dark screen.He was surprised to find that he also had such a gentle moment, and at this moment, the reflection on the screen also raised his brows with his movements, and the "he" whose lips were slightly hooked and the corners of his eyes showed faint fine lines just now disappeared in an instant do.After he was stunned for a while, he couldn't help closing his eyes in annoyance: So Fang Zijin had such a great influence on him...

But what does it matter?There is nothing wrong with brothers and sisters. Since I am an older brother, it is right to spoil my younger brother.

The fresh air system in the house breathed quietly, and the chill outside did not come in at all.Jin Muyun got up and walked to the window, opened the blackout curtain a little, and looked out the window.The night light on the lawn downstairs did not illuminate the snowy scene outside the window very clearly, but Jin Muyun remembered that such a snowfall had happened so many years ago.

Fang Zijin was less than 3 years old at that time, right?In the winter of the first year when I first came to Jin's house, there was such a snowfall.He was so timid, but he had the courage to sneak out through the gate to watch the snow at night, and he wrapped himself into a ball very carefully.If I didn't go to the window to relax and see him because of insomnia that night, I'm afraid that this careless ghost who accidentally closed the door and didn't get the key when going out would have to stay outside all night.

Jin Muyun remembered seeing the little Fang Zijin crying under the street lamp until his facial features shifted, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Different from the peace and comfort of the brothers, Zhu He, who is far away in Beijing, still works overtime in the house he rents.

After graduating from university, he came to Beijing with a letter of recommendation from his tutor. After so many years of hard work, he has already saved enough rent for a three-bedroom apartment on the third ring road of Beijing. A one-bedroom apartment that is only two streets away from the company.The house has only one bathroom, and then there is an empty room of less than ten square meters. Except for the bookshelves that occupy the entire wall and a few necessary pieces of furniture, it looks empty and has no breath of life. It is the dock where he docked temporarily. As long as the wind he is looking forward to comes, he will immediately set sail and leave without hesitation.

After finishing the work at hand, he closed the computer and got into the single wire bed in the corner. It is unknown whether this bed was bought by the owner of the house or abandoned by the previous resident. It has been there since he moved here from the suburbs a few years ago. Have it already.Because the bed is fairly solid, and the width of only one meter is suitable for this room, so after asking the landlord, he tidied it up by himself, put on new paint, and pretended to be industrial style.

Because the house is in an old residential area, the heating pipes are old, and the radiator was still dripping water a few days ago, and he repaired it after thinking about it, but the room was still not warm enough, so he wrapped the quilt tighter, but his figure Tall and tall, once the quilt is tightly wrapped, he can take care of one end and ignore the other end, his neck is no longer cold, and the other end of his feet is ventilated again.Curled up on such a small bed, I was really aggrieved.He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he always felt as if he was about to shiver, so he took out his mobile phone and comforted himself happily: at least there is a warm baby "born for fever"...

The peak period of group text messages has passed, but he stays on the address book interface, the screen automatically goes to sleep and then turns on again, turning on and off several times.Finally, he moved his fingers, clicked on Luo Qingyuan's name, and typed a few words.

"Brother, happy new year."

The "sending" circle rotated for a while, and finally the phone beeped lightly, showing "delivered", and nothing more.

He sighed, only feeling that the quilt on his body was too thin to keep out the severe cold in the room.

After finally falling asleep in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone.It turned out that I forgot to turn off the Internet, so the WeChat red envelope reminder kept popping up.He clicked on one at random and saw someone @自己, and that person said, "Who is this? Who put him in?"

Someone explained something for him, but before Zhu He could answer, he was kicked out of the group. He glanced at the group name and frowned slightly.

The next day, Fang Zijin was woken up by her elder brother. After washing up, she went downstairs and saw that the meal had already been prepared on the dining table.This kind of life of sitting and enjoying is really not bad.

Last night, several of his Weibo posts about the party received mediocre responses, but one accurate picture was reposted tens of thousands by the haha ​​party.Since his popularity value has reached 6, the system has just been updated, which can analyze the sentiment in the comments on the Internet more accurately; "'s forwarding was also divided into the scope of "Fang Zijin has a good impression", which made his popularity rise to as much as [-].

Seeing Fang Zijin looking at the phone and smiling so much that his gums were showing, Jin Muyun couldn't help reminding: "Eat well, don't play with your phone."

Only then did Fang Zijin restrain himself, put down his phone and drink porridge.

The glutinous and fragrant white porridge has a lot of sugar added, which is his favorite flavor, so he couldn't help but look at his brother, bared his teeth and made a strange face: "Hee hee, thank you brother, it's delicious!"

Jin Muyun smiled and agreed. He concealed the unnaturalness of his right hand holding the chopsticks. He accidentally burned the base of his thumb when he took the porridge pot off the stove before, but now it still hurts a little when he touches the chopsticks.

Fang Zijin couldn't help but put the fresh pickled radish in the plate into his mouth, and took the time to sigh with emotion: "Aunt Wang's pickled radish is really delicious, I guess it can sell a lot of money if you make it..."

Jin Muyun looked at the light pink radish slices in the fine white porcelain plate, and thought seriously about the feasibility from the perspective of a businessman.Thinking of Aunt Wang buying an incubator so that she could pickle radishes in winter, she immediately came to the conclusion that it must be a loss to make things.But he said: "If you want to, I will take you to ask the food factory in this city in a few days..."

Fang Zijin waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm just joking, don't bother. Besides, do you think I'm willing to let so many people eat Aunt Wang's craftsmanship?" As if to verify this sentence, he He picked up another chopstick and put all the radish slices into his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were so sour that they wrinkled together.

At this time, his cell phone email notification sounded.Fang Zijin opened it suspiciously, only to find that it was a letter from a reader.He was a little puzzled: I didn't put an email address on Weibo, how did people know about it...