NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 15: Chapter 15
In the early morning of deep winter, light snow was falling, and the sausage roasting machine in the convenience store cast a warm yellow light circle on the glass. The small sun lamp on the delivery box of Nuan Nuan illuminated the "No. 3 Cold Storage, Former Site of Frozen Warehouse" in the address bar - this coordinate that should have been forgotten ten years ago was now slightly hot with the mark of her wrist.
The metal stick fragment in the incubator suddenly stood up, and the scorch marks at the broken end reflected the outline of the first-generation controller in the snow light. Nuan Nuan remembered Professor Kai's call last night: "When the eighth reversed star appears in the sausage star map, give this to the person in blue work clothes." The metal gear held in the palm of her hand still carried the temperature of Brother Chen's mechanical arm, and the "03" number engraved on the edge melted a small warm circle in the snow.
The iron door of the cold storage was hung with a newly welded lock, and the pattern formed by the welding points was exactly the "Eros Eye·Warm Version" that Brother Zhang taught her before his death. Nuan Nuan took out a sausage skewer and inserted it into the keyhole. The moment the smell of burnt and rusty exploded, the door lock made a light "click" sound - exactly the same as the sound of her father prying the door of the convenience store kitchen twenty years ago.
The lights in the cold storage flickered, and the rows of servers were covered with a thin layer of frost, but after the golden light of Nuan Nuan's palm swept over them, the code written in the oil stains of the sausage emerged. On the deepest operating table was a glass jar with 365 miniature sausage popsicles frozen in it, each of which was engraved with the delivery log of a different year: the gear welding point of 2025, the marshmallow tears of 2030, and the little sun she drew on the incubator last year.
"You are finally here." The man in blue overalls walked out of the shadows, with half a yellowed sticky note on the back of his work badge, which was the "Eat it while it's hot" written by Li Xiaoming twenty years ago. He took off his gloves. The mark on his wrist was in the shape of a rare popsicle, but when he saw Nuannuan, it glowed with the warm light of a sausage. "I am Brother Chen's son, codenamed 'Ice Point' - but my father said that my first order should be delivered by you."
The console suddenly beeped, and the cold data core on the server screen was collapsing. In the snowstorm composed of countless "0"s and "1", the unactivated ninth node pattern floated: a burning popsicle. Nuannuan suddenly remembered the old photo on the wall of the convenience store. Professor Kai stood in the snow holding the first-generation controller, and the sausage exposed in his pocket just blocked the key position of the node.
"Use the gear to activate the star map." Nuannuan pressed Brother Chen's gear into the console, and the metal stick fragment automatically adsorbed to the gear gap. The moment the scorch marks on the fracture overlapped with the node pattern, 365 popsicles melted at the same time, casting a huge sausage star map in the cold storage. Each point of light is a warm moment in the past: Wang Mengmeng's first independent delivery, Zhang Ge's smile when he finished welding the last bracket, and the silhouette of his parents secretly hugging each other in the back kitchen of the convenience store.
The ice popsicle mark on Bingdian suddenly resonated with the sausage mark on Nuannuan's wrist, and the snowstorm on the server screen turned into a meteor shower, and each meteor carried the burnt aroma of sausage. "This is the ultimate backup of the first generation system." Nuannuan pointed to the gradually clear handwriting on the star map, which was Professor Kai's notes: "When the cold and hot codes are completely integrated, the system will no longer need a host - because everyone who conveys warmth is a living patch."
When the iron door of the cold storage was knocked open by the wind and snow, the lights of the convenience store in the distance penetrated the snow curtain. Nuannuan saw the new riders pushing the delivery trucks, and each person's work card had a different warm symbol on it: some had a smiley face drawn on a sausage stick, some had a small sun cut from a sticky note, and some directly welded the three words "eat while hot" on the handlebars.
"It's time to write a new love letter to the world." Nuannuan handed the last melted popsicle to Bingdian, and her father's delivery log from 20 years ago appeared on the stick. "No need for complicated codes, just write what we do every day: hand hot sausages to those in need, and turn the cold and hard winter into a spring with heartbeats."
When the snow stopped, a new pattern formed on the glass of the frozen goods warehouse: sausages and popsicles intertwined into a Mobius strip, with countless small sun sticky notes embedded in the middle. Nuannuan touched the new hot stamping on the back of her work badge - "Completed: Final backup of the human emotion database", and suddenly realized that this system built by the smell of sausages and heartbeats no longer needed a gorgeous finale, because every moment of serious life is the best continuation.