When the drama comes

On the morning of her 25th birthday, Chu Shangqing's cell phone was bombarded with various messages.

All the brands that she registered her personal information sent a group message as if rushing to celebrate the New Year, and warmly reminded her that if she is willing to visit the store recently, there will be a small gift.

Chu Shangqing sat on the bed and carefully selected messages from relatives and friends from various flowers to reply.

After walking out of the house in a hurry, she was in a daze for a moment before realizing something was wrong.

White, overwhelming, eloquent white.

The first snow of this winter came silently this morning.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor and watching the snowflakes falling profusely, Chu Shangqing took a deep breath.

"Happy 25 years old, Chu Shangqing."

Of course, try to avoid driving in such weather. Chu Shangqing took the subway to the company and saw a hot breakfast at his workstation.

The slender dragon beard noodles, the tomato meat sauce with the aroma of basil, the vegetables fried in olive oil, and the fried eggs are packaged separately and stirred together to form a red mixed vegetable egg noodles.

There is also a little card that prints out:

"Thank you for your continued support to the store, and happy birthday to you."

With such a heavy snow, the breakfast can be delivered in such a timely manner. Chu Shangqing feels that this private chef who has eaten breakfast for several years will soon be able to make a name for himself in Beijing.

Picking up her phone, she sent a message to a WeChat account called "A Breakfast Reservation":

"Received today's breakfast and card, thank you."

Soon, the other party responded with a message:

"Happy Birthday! [Flower Emoticon Pack]"

"Secretary Chu, happy birthday!"

"Thank you."

The employees of the company's administrative department sent routine small gifts and cards. Apart from this, Chu Shangqing did not accept gifts from other colleagues.

Even if she didn't accept the gift, it still couldn't stop the colleagues in the office on the top floor from sending birthday wishes with smiles.

The enthusiasm in the entire office made the temperature in the room seem to be much higher.

The boss came out of the elevator at this time.

He was wearing a black overcoat today, which tightly wrapped his whole body, only a thin silver chain was dotted between the buttons on his chest.

Like a piece of ice smashed into the water, the moment he appeared, the temperature on the top floor dropped.

"Come here."

Chu Shangqing walked into the chairman's office quickly, and saw Fu Nanshang close the door.

"Boss, what happened?"

Fu Nanshang was expressionless, just looking at her:

"Put out your hand."

Chu Shangqing raised his eyebrows and stretched out his right hand.

The palm of her white palm was pink. She had just finished breakfast, and she seemed to still have the warmth of the sauce on her body.

Hands in black gloves protruded from under the coat.

A burst of cold fell on Chu Shangqing's palm.

The two snowballs were squeezed together, forming a little snowman.

"This is your birthday snow."

With broken snow on the corner of his clothes and water stains on his hair, Fu Nanshang had a smile on his face.

"25 years old, Chu Shangqing."

25-year-old Chu Shangqing quietly looked at the little snowman.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

The remaining coldness on Fu Nanshang's face turned into a smile. Without taking off his coat, he immediately turned on the water in the office.

"As long as you like it, how about freezing it in there? You can come and see it if you want, and you can watch it all day long."

Chu Shangqing glanced at the flying snow outside the window.

Countless people have blessed her today, and if she says she likes it, she will definitely get countless snowmen.

It just happened to be this one, which was beyond her expectation and made her happier than everything she got this morning.

"Okay." With unknown treasures, Chu Shangqing escorted the little snowman to the freezer of the refrigerator.

"Should I name this refrigerator?" she asked Fu Nanshang.

"what name?"

"Snowman Kindergarten."

Secretary Chu is serious.

Fu Nanshang was stunned for a moment: "It's a good name, so it's too little to do just one."

He looked at the coat he hadn't hung up yet: "I'll make ten more!"

The entire building is busy without touching the ground, and only one chairman is happily playing in the snow outside. Thinking about this scene makes people feel suffocated.

The omnipotent Secretary Chu smiled: "Then boss, you also have to hang a sign on your body - only mother is good in the world."

Fu Nanshang quietly went to hang his clothes.

Mom forget it.

Although the little snowman was made by him.

Turning around, the refrigerator was still on, Chu Shangqing was still smiling at the little snowman, and Fu Nanshang was also smiling.

"I made an appointment at the restaurant tonight, and I'll invite Lao Song and the others to have dinner together as before? Can some of your classmates and friends come?"

"Fang Zhuo also couldn't make it back from abroad, and my classmates are all in other places to follow the project now."

When Fu Nanshang booked the restaurant, he reserved a large private room, saying that there would be seven or eight people, but unfortunately very few people could be called in the end.

Liuyin had a project to run and test, and she was busy at nine o'clock. Considering the road conditions after the snow, she refused to rush from the West Fourth Ring to the North Fifth Ring.

Others also have their own situations. A heavy snowfall made these North Drifters infinitely less willing to go out for dinner.

They simply found errands and spent a sum of money to have someone deliver the gift to Chu Shangqing to Fu's Building.

Finally, Fu Nanshang asked Song Qinya.

When this wealthy idler heard that he was the only one left besides these two people, he suddenly felt struck by lightning.

"Fu Xiaonan, can you just pretend I'm dead? What a great opportunity! Just the two of you eating together! What are you calling me for? I don't want to be this light bulb! You just pretend I'm dead! Burial Already!"

The phone was hung up, Fu Nanshang looked helpless,

At noon, Chu Shangqing brought lunch into his office in order to avoid the continuous stream of birthday wishes. Fu Nanshang looked at the snow outside the window with a disappointed face.

"I can't call out alone."

The snow outside was still falling cheerfully, and the snow on the road seemed to be ten centimeters thick.

Chu Shangqing held his lunch and said, "To be honest, on such a day, I may not even come out for your birthday."

Fu Nanshang opened the refrigerator and looked at the two-headed little snowman inside: "It's snowing so much, if we didn't work together, I would definitely not call you."

Chu Shangqing lowered his eyes as he took a bite of the eggplant sticks with his head down.

When she leaves, they will become that kind of relationship, even if they are in the same city, because of a snow, it is a very long distance.

It's a distance you don't want to get close to.

It's an unnecessary distance.

"Boss, please cancel the appointment. Anyway, there are only you and me, and you can eat whatever you want."

"Then what would you like to eat? How about I make it for you?"

Chu Shangqing turned to look at Fu Nanshang's injured shoulder blade.

"Boss, haven't you forgotten? Your bones are still cracked."

Fu Nanshang raised his hand to touch it, and sighed silently.

"This kind of day feels suitable for eating hot pot." Chu Shangqing said, "Boss, why don't we find a place to eat hot pot."

Suddenly remembering the great achievements of Fu Nanshang before, Secretary Chu added:

"Within five kilometers."

If Fu Nanshang dared to set up a restaurant [-] kilometers away, she would really go directly to Antarctica on business.

The kind that never comes back.

It is really suitable to eat hot pot on a snowy day. It is steaming, with boiling hot meat and vegetables. People can look at the ice and snow outside the window through the fiery temperature.

Just because too many people think so, the nearby hot pot restaurants can't make reservations.

Seeing the grayed out table booking page, Chu Shangqing raised his brows.

Fu Nanshang looked up at her:

"How about going a little further?"

"Let's go to my house to eat." Chu Shangqing said, "Buy some vegetables and meat."

There are [-] alternative restaurants in Beijing, starting at [-] yuan per capita, and the environment is all perfect, and the two most suitable ones are selected from among the best... Fu Nanshang suddenly felt that the preparations were all ordinary.

Going to Chu Shangqing's house to eat hot pot, there is definitely no better choice than this.

"Or let's go now." Fu Nanshang's eyes glowed, "It will take time to buy vegetables!"

Chu Shangqing: "...Boss, I am the one who took half a day of birthday leave, not you."

The eager man fell silent again.

Chu Shangqing glanced at the heavy snow outside the window, then at the freezer containing the little snowman, and then at Fu Nanshang.

Today is her birthday.

It's her day.

"Let me ask how much work you need to deal with this afternoon, gather it up and finish it early, let's go to the supermarket to buy vegetables together."

Fu Nanshang's eyes lit up again.

Chu Shangqing looked away, not letting others see her smile.

Today belongs to Chu Shangqing, and Chu Shangqing hopes that Fu Nanshang will be happier on this day.

Many children who have been poor since childhood hate birthdays very much, because seeing other people's birthdays, seeing other people's wealth and possessions, makes them more embarrassing.

Chu Shangqing was not like that.

Since she was a child, every day of her life has been terrible, and she will not make it worse because of her birthday, and she will not have any expectations for her birthday.

Until she met Teacher Fang when she was seven years old.

Teacher Fang is a very gentle woman. In the old coal mine area, she is wearing a camel coat, like a moving painting.

Teacher Fang, who teaches in junior high school, learned that there is such a skinny little girl in this world in a bookstore.

Because Chu Shangqing is always rubbing books in the bookstore, even though she tried her best to clean her clothes, the water pipes were frozen, and she would use the collected snow to wash her hands and face, but in winter, she only had one The cotton padded jacket, I forgot who gave it to her, is so big that I can't see the original color for a long time.

When she entered the bookstore, she always found the book she wanted to read immediately, and then quietly huddled in the corner without disturbing anyone's eyes.

But that day, someone lost money in the bookstore, and she became the first object of suspicion.

"You have been reading urban novels and youth books here. She reads textbooks and supplements, and has never been near your place. What evidence do you have to prove that children stole your money?"

Teacher Fang snatched her skirt from someone else's hand.

"Slandering children without evidence, do you adults still have a sense of social responsibility?"

A well-mannered woman spoke words that Chu Shangqing seemed to understand but half understood.

"You said she watched whatever she watched? How do you know? Do you have evidence?"

The man who lost the money still stared at Chu Shangqing.

Teacher Fang's cheeks flushed with anger.

"I have evidence." Chu Shangqing raised his head and said, "I've been reading junior high school Chinese, and I've memorized everything in it."

After she finished speaking, she casually turned over a page, glanced at it, and immediately recited it.

Every time she recalled that day, Teacher Fang's eyes lit up, saying that she had picked up the student she was most proud of.

Chu Shangqing felt that it was a turning point in her life.

The dark, bitter, barren life can finally see the end.

Since then, every time she celebrates her birthday, Teacher Fang will make her a bowl of birthday noodles, tomato, pork, egg, cabbage... a bowl of Northeast stewed noodles, the portion is enough to make her full Heating again.

Later, when she was admitted to university, she lived in Beijing with the bonus she got in the college entrance examination. She worked hard to support herself, and her life jumped from one track to another. In this track, as long as she worked hard enough, she would no longer be hungry.

Birthday has become another thing, that is, if others have it, she also has it.

The first two times I met Fu Nanshang were in summer, and it was the first birthday I spent with Fu Nanshang, and Chu Shangqing was already in that year.

"Chu Shangqing, why did you order noodles for yourself?"

"Because it's my birthday today." Wiping her mouth, the little girl with mushroom-like hair raised her head.

Fu Nanshang might just be passing by.

Because Chu Shangqing didn't pay attention at all.

At 08:30 in the evening, Chu Shangqing was going back to school, and Fu Nanshang came out with a down jacket to see him off.

"Hey? Today is your birthday, right?"

When going downstairs, Fu Nanshang said suddenly.

Chu Shangqing held onto the railing of the stairs with his hands.

The voice control light went off and then came on again.

"Ah, yes, it's my birthday today." Chu Shangqing was a little embarrassed. She always claimed that she was already, but in fact, she had never really had one before.

The big boy walked from behind her to the front and jumped down five or six steps in one breath, like a child with ADHD who has finally been released.

"Tell me earlier, this is for you."

Chu Shangqing took the small plastic box.

"I happened to ask my classmate to send me the bookmark last year."

Fu Nanshang was talking about what happened in Princeton. Chu Shangqing went to borrow cultural relics with his tutor. The other school received them very warmly and gave them a silver bookmark as a souvenir.

Everyone has it, except Chu Shangqing.

Because the school lost one when it was prepared, or it might be because someone took it by mistake when it was handed out. In short, in the end, only Chu Shangqing didn't have it.

Chu Shangqing was disappointed for a short time.

She can eat enough, wear warm clothes, and support herself. Next, she tries to catch up with others, but there always seems to be a distance.

One year and four months have passed, she did not expect Fu Nanshang to still remember this incident.

"Then what, happy birthday."

Fu Nanshang said.

Chu Shangqing is a person with an excellent memory. After all, she was able to enter university at the age of 14 because of her photographic memory.

But the memory of that day always had an uncertain impression in her mind.

She wasn't sure if it had suddenly snowed that day.

Fluffy rustle, slowly falling.

There are silver spots illuminated by street lamps or moonlight.

Everything is blurry, and Fu Nanshang's back is also blurry.

Only the warmth is pretty sure.

After another period of time, Chu Shangqing was sure that on that night when she didn't remember everything, her heart remembered how to beat.

It's a heartbeat.

From that day on, she fell in love with Fu Nanshang. From then on, that man who was sometimes bad and sometimes beautiful became the biggest uncertainty in her life, and she began to feel happy.

Seeing Chu Shangqing curled up on the sofa and sleeping, Fu Nanshang carefully opened the refrigerator and took out the frozen little snowman from it.

"Shall we wake her up? You lie on her hands."

He said to the little snowman.

The little snowman probably also thought it was too naive, so he ignored him.

Fu Nanshang was not discouraged.

Holding the little snowman hostage, he approached Chu Shangqing step by step.

"We have to wake her up, then go to buy vegetables, eat hot pot, and then throw you into the bottom of the pot!"

Chu Shangqing who was asleep was as quiet as a snowflake.

Fu Nanshang picked up the little snowman and slowly approached her finger.

The little snowman is not very willing.

At the end, Fu Nanshang sighed silently.

He touched the hand lightly, but it was not the little snowman.

It was his lips.

On the day of Chu Shangqing's 25th birthday.

He couldn't bear to give her just a little coldness.