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In the winter night of 2017, the fan in the mine roared deafeningly. Ah Yan squatted beside the rack, staring at the fluctuating Bitcoin hash rate curve on the screen—that was his dream with Wan Xing.

Wan Xing, wrapped in a faded red scarf, curled up in the cubicle making hot noodle soup, with two eggs lying in the bowl. "When we mine the first complete Bitcoin, we'll open an inn by Erhai Lake," her eyes sparkled like the indicator lights of the mining machine, "and we won't have to listen to this noise anymore." Ah Yan tightly held her frostbitten hand and nodded vigorously. At that time, the price of cryptocurrencies was volatile, and electricity costs were soaring, but the room full of machines was the light within their reach.

In 2018, the bear market struck suddenly, and the price of cryptocurrencies plummeted sharply; the mining machine's hash rate became scrap overnight. The landlord's calls for rent payment bombarded his phone, and Ah Yan sold everything, yet still could not fill the hole!

On a snowy night, Wan Xing stuffed a copper plate engraved with the Bitcoin logo into his palm: "My parents are forcing me to go back home; they say this is gambling." Snowflakes fell on the red scarf, her voice choked, "This copper plate is our Bitcoin." Ah Yan clenched the copper plate, his knuckles turning white, but he couldn't utter a word to keep her. #美国非农数据超预期

After Wan Xing left, Ah Yan never touched the mining machine again. He hung the copper plate around his neck and became a delivery worker shuttling through the streets. Later, the price of Bitcoin soared to the sky, and his friends sighed: "If only we had held on back then..."

Ah Yan touched the hot copper plate and smiled. His Bitcoin was never the numbers on the screen but that girl in the red scarf, on the night in the noise of the mine, saying she wanted to see the sea with him.

The wind of Erhai Lake ultimately only blew through one person's heart.