It’s Colder Today

There was no sound of picking up food in the living room, only the sound of the TV playing the Spring Festival Gala. In recent years, fireworks have been banned, and even the sound of whipping can no longer be heard.

Grandma found the remote control somewhere, turned off the TV, told her son, who had been drinking, to eat more food, and asked her granddaughter to stop sitting there without moving her chopsticks.

Just like before a summer thunderstorm, my breathing is suppressed, and the air pressure at the dining table is too low.

I'm full. Shi Yun put down his chopsticks and prepared to stand up.

Grandpa instinctively stopped her: How much have you eaten now? Eat some more. This is the salted goose bought on the old street. You used to like it the most.

Shi Yun shook her head. She didn't want to stay for a second longer: I don't want to eat.

If you don't want to eat, leave quickly. The tone was harsh.

Shi Yun stopped halfway and heard the grandfather behind him quickly stop his son in a low voice: What are you doing? If you are celebrating the New Year, what do you want to do to the child?

It's the Chinese New Year. Shi Xu slapped his hand on the table. The wine he drank fermented in his body. He staggered when he got up. He raised his finger and pointed at Shi Yun's back, If it weren't for her, it would be the Chinese New Year. I don’t have to go to the cemetery early in the morning. During the Chinese New Year, our family will have one more place...

Yes, if her mother hadn't picked her up that night, there wouldn't have been a car accident on the way home. Yes, if she hadn't been depraved and decadent because of the relationship between men and women, my mother wouldn't have come out to find her worriedly.

Shi Yun has also lived with guilt until now.

But she also needs comfort, but as a father, Shi Xu gives her hatred and hatred as much as he hates the perpetrator.

Shi Xu hated her. He told Shi Yun early in the morning to cheer up, but Shi Yun didn't listen to him and went to drink with others instead of going home.

If she was obedient, the wife would not need to drive to the bar to pick her up because she was worried.

Those hatred and hatred have become the eternal light of the conflict between father and daughter.

exist forever.

Human emotions are inherently complicated. Tormented by guilt, Shi Yun was overwhelmed by the hostility from her closest relatives.

The two emotions merged and finally turned into a poisonous sting for Shi Yun's father.

It's not my mother who was killed by my car. Doesn't she feel guilty or sad? Shi Yun turned around and looked at the person pointing at her. She was duplicity, Yes, my mother is dead. I am happy.

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Shiyun went upstairs and found the suitcase in his room. She didn't take out a lot of clothes and things, and she didn't bother to stuff the pajamas left on the bed into the suitcase. She picked up her phone and suitcase and went downstairs to leave.

The grandparents were still persuading their son from the living room.

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Does she want to see how you treat your daughter in heaven?

Then, a person who drinks too much cannot think properly, and it concerns her mother. She cannot accept the death of his wife these years, and people who are immersed in sadness also need to vent.

The truck driver who committed suicide out of fear of crime obviously could not be Shi Xu's outlet.

Grandma saw Shi Yun carrying the suitcase and went to greet her: Why are you leaving now?

Shi Yun didn't know how to answer, so she could only whisper to her grandma: I'm sorry.

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When Shi Yun dragged his suitcase out, he happened to bump into He Sui at the door.

He held a red envelope in his hand and was about to knock on the door of Shiyun's house. I saw her coming out of it, but I couldn't see her expression clearly under the darkness.

Just right. Happy New Year, a red envelope for you. He Sui handed the red envelope to her.

The door opened and He Sui heard the quarrel coming from inside.

It's Shiyun's father.

Let her go, let her go.

He Sui knew what happened in an instant. He still held the red envelope in his hand, and his comforting words were stuck in his throat. He only heard Shi Yun's voice trembled a little, probably because he was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

No, don't give me any red envelopes for your brother in the future.

She passed by He Sui at the door and walked out into the dark alley. Looking over, there were only a few street lights on the long stretch of road.

She was not wearing gloves, dragging her suitcase with one hand and taking a taxi with her mobile phone in the other.

On New Year's Eve, the chance of getting a taxi is very slim.

Thousands of lights were brightly lit, and snow began to fall in the sky again.

The tears seemed to be frozen by such a cold winter. The hand dragging the suitcase and the hand holding the phone were stiff from the wind.

The taxi hailing interface also shows that the taxi is being called.

Shi Yun heard someone calling him from behind, not grandpa or grandma.

He Sui wore a black cotton coat and trotted to catch up with her. He took out the car keys from his pocket and said, Where do you want to go? I'll take you there.

The cold wind in winter was biting, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt the wind slice through her throat like a blade, and every word she spoke was excruciatingly painful.

Shi Yun: No need.

Seeing her stubbornness, He Sui simply grabbed her suitcase and walked towards where he parked his car: Why are you so angry with me?

He Sui put her suitcase in the trunk, opened the car door and looked at the person standing not far away who refused to come over: Get in the car, who else can be your driver besides me during the Chinese New Year?

The car was a little slow to warm up in winter. He Sui put on his seat belt and looked through the front windshield when Shi Yun was approaching.