Zhu'er can't take care of the storefront anymore. He hurriedly closed the door of the store, went behind the shelves, and cleaned up the messy little bed. The space behind the shelves is so cramped. Except for the stacked goods, it can only accommodate one person's movement. The cot rests against the back of the shelf, with only a set of worn bedding on it. On top of the futon were all the clothes that could be found to ward off the cold that was pouring into the room. After Zhu'er made the bed, he withdrew and asked Xiufang's father to go in first to undress and go to bed.

Xiufang's father couldn't support the strength of the wine. He stripped himself naked and went to bed and lay down. He also said that although the life is more difficult now, it will be better in the future, so I am in a hurry.

Zhu'er waited for Xiufang's father to lie down before going in and undressing and going to bed. He put the clothes they had taken off and put them on top of the quilt, then turned off the electric light, and lay down close to Xiufang's father. The pitch-black room was already filled with the sound of Xiufang's father's hearty snoring.

At the beginning, as soon as Zhu'er got close to Xiufang's father's hot body, he had a strange feeling, and his heart jumped a few times. However, his brain was dizzy from the alcohol, and he soon fell into a drowsy sleep. In the middle of the night, he woke up with an unbearable thirst. At this time, he felt that his whole body seemed to be baked in a fire, and his abdomen was like fireworks, and his whole body was boiling hot.

He hurriedly slipped out of bed, put on a piece of clothing, and ran to the entrance of the shelf. He scooped up several scoops of cold water from the jug and poured them into his stomach. It's like cold water being poured on the burning flames in my body, and I suddenly feel very comfortable. The heat subsided in an instant, and the mind was completely clear. At this time, another cold air invaded in all directions, burrowing into his bare body, and he shivered a few times. He hurried back to bed and got into the hot quilt.

Xiufang's body was also unusually hot, like a piece of burning charcoal. The undulating snoring was still ringing, like the "whirring" of the wind carried by a burning fire. The length is slow and orderly, and the tactful pause is not chaotic.

Zhu'er was close to Xiufang's father, and half of the bodies that touched each other were immediately baked hot. He lay quietly, feeling the warmth of half of his body. It seems that this half of the body is about to be ignited, and then it is grilled again. Gradually, he fell into a state of confusion that seemed to be asleep but not asleep.

In the quiet of the night, he felt that half of his body crisscrossed the blood vessels like a smooth river. There is blood stirring, rushing, whistling. He could seem to hear blood boiling in his veins. The other half of the body was in a cold state, not yet warmed by the warm bedding.

It was at this time that a familiar and vague figure slowly conjured up in his mind, swaying and wandering on the closed curtains. Sometimes it's clear, sometimes it's blurry, it's far and near. A long-lost tenderness like water, holding up the pillar that is gradually in a semi-sleepy state. The comfortable heart gently floats on this gentle riverbed, lifting and sinking, sinking and lifting.

In his confusion, he felt that his body had been split in half. Half of it burned in the flames, igniting unquenchable desires and refining self-sustaining ideas and minds. The other half was as cold as ice, as stiff as wood and stone. In this state and artistic conception of the fusion of ice and fire, it seems that the cloudy figure attached to it, stretched out an invisible giant palm, and pushed his body inward. Zhu'er involuntarily leaned closer to the fiery side, clinging to the hot piece of charcoal. It's like hugging a spring sun, holding it up in the empty space of the hot and cold heart. The emptiness of the past has fallen on the solid ground, the helplessness of the past has been leaning on the thick arms, and the sorrow of the past has dissolved on the surface of the stormy river. [End of Chapter]