NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 14: Chapter 14
On the seventh day of the rainy season, Nuannuan squatted in the alley behind the convenience store to repair the chain of the delivery vehicle, and the metal rod broke into pieces. The mark on her wrist glowed in the humid air, and it complemented the small sun pattern welded by Brother Zhang on the handlebars - it was cast with the fragments of the first-generation controller, and it could sense the "heartbeat that needs warmth" within three kilometers.
"Sister Nuannuan, Grandpa Chen from the nursing home ordered sausages again!" The new rider Xiaoyu ran over with an incubator, and the back of his work badge was covered with an old sticky note torn from the wall of the convenience store. "He said that today's note is a poem, but the system translated it into a sausage oil print pattern." Nuannuan took the phone, and the oil stains in the order note column really formed a gear shape, which was the exclusive symbol of Brother Chen's robotic arm.
The heavy rain suddenly poured in the afternoon, and the "sizzling" sound of the sausage machine in the convenience store was drowned out by thunder. Just as Nuan Nuan put the last batch of hot porridge into the incubator, she saw the old locust tree on the corner swaying in the wind. Under the tree, a little girl in school uniform was huddled, holding an old radio in her arms - the same model as the one used by Professor Kai in his laboratory 20 years ago. "There are sausage crumbs on the cuffs of your school uniform." When Nuan Nuan handed over the hot porridge, she noticed the faint light spots on the girl's wrist, which were very similar to the marks she had when she was seven years old. "Is this radio playing the old frequency of the Eye of Eros?" The girl looked up in surprise. The radio suddenly made a noise, but after the golden light from Nuan Nuan's palm swept over it, it turned into the "sizzling" sound of a sausage roasting machine. The metal stick fragments in the incubator began to heat up, and the scorch marks at the broken ends actually projected a star map in the rain - it was the seven nodes on SUSAN's lower back, and now there was an eighth star, with the pattern of a melting popsicle. "Follow me." Nuan Nuan dragged the girl into the rainstorm. The route automatically planned by the delivery truck was exactly the "anti-system shortcut" that her father had taken when he was running orders 20 years ago. The top floor of the old radio station was seriously covered with dust, but there was a complete first-generation controller in the corner, with sausage spirals and popsicle patterns engraved on the surface. The girl lifted her school uniform, and the new node mark on her back waist was glowing, resonating with the "1903" number on the controller. "I dreamed that an aunt wearing sunglasses said," she touched the powder mark on the controller, "I need to find someone wearing a small sun sticky note to restart the city's warm frequency." The moment the lightning split the dark clouds, Nuan Nuan saw the last line of defense of the cold data core jumping on the controller screen - an ice storm composed of countless "0" and "1", swallowing up the city's heartwarming data. She suddenly remembered her father's notes: "When the system falls into a cold cycle, use the smell of sausage to draw a comma." So she took out the sausage from the incubator and scratched the surface of the controller. The oil print automatically spelled out the abbreviation "XM+KL+
NN".
The girl's new node mark suddenly lit up, forming a double ring resonance with the old mark on Nuan Nuan's wrist. The old radio station began to play the convenience store recording twenty years ago: the bubbling sound of Kai Lan cooking oden, the sound of Zhang Ge's welding machine, and Li Xiaoming's hoarse voice saying "eat it while it's hot".
The ice storm shattered layer by layer in the sound waves, revealing the first generation system log frozen inside - each page was covered with sausage wrapping paper and filled with strangers' "thank you".
"This is what my mother often calls the 'emotional buffer zone.'" Nuannuan pointed to the sticky note insert in the diary. The little sun that Kailan drew ten years ago was melting the ice. "Every sausage order and every pause when delivering food are the strongest firewalls of the system." The girl nodded, not quite understanding. The light spot on her wrist suddenly turned into a sausage shape and gently touched the old mark on Nuannuan's hand. The rainstorm stopped at dusk. On the rooftop of the old radio station, two girls used sausage oil stains to draw a new star map on the ground - seven hot food nodes surrounded the eighth star representing "inheritance". Nuannuan pinned the "Eros Eye" badge left by Brother Zhang on the girl. Now it has become a sausage and popsicle holding hands: "Next time you want to start the system, go to the convenience store to buy a sausage. Remember to add spicy oil - spicy oil can activate the heat of the first generation code." On the way home, Nuannuan found that all the cold data areas on the navigation screen of the delivery vehicle had turned warm yellow, and each light spot was a hot food order being delivered. When passing by the old site of the frozen food warehouse, the sausage flowers in the glass greenhouse were swaying gently in the rain, and the water drops on the petals reflected rainbows. Every ray of light reflected the warm moments of the past twenty years: the father used a colander to block the electromagnetic gun, the mother drew a circuit diagram on the sausage wrapping paper, and the gear engraved with "03" that Brother Chen stuffed into her before his death. The lights of the convenience store were particularly bright on a rainy night. Kailan was telling the new riders the story of the first generation system. In the warm yellow light, countless small sun sticky notes flashed on the wall. Nuannuan touched the new handwriting on the back of her work card - "Delivered: 13781st warmth" appeared at some point, and suddenly realized that the so-called system upgrade has never been an iteration of code, but every deliveryman like her turned the warm heartbeat into the light that will never be out of power in the city.