let me look at you

Chapter 87 Palmprint is the most variable feature (2)
While talking, the scattered papers were almost cleaned up, only one page was picked up by Ping Feng, who had never mixed it up. On it was a group photo of several people. Strangely, Ping Feng saw it very clearly. carefulness.

Han Shu coughed, and Ping Feng handed the photo back to Ju Nian as if waking up from a dream.

"Is there any question?" Han Shu asked politely.

"The person in the photo is..."

"Do you know someone in the photo?" Han Shu was surprised quietly.He has sharp eyes, although he has never seen Pingfeng before, but he can guess the origin.In front of Ju Nian, he is polite, but whether he wants to admit it or not, people are divided into different classes. The people in the photos and the people looking at the photos should not be the same.

Pingfeng raised her finely drawn red lips and smiled coquettishly, "How did I know each other, just ask me casually."

Han Shu didn't continue to ask further questions, he told Ju Nian, "I've got to take my things." He leaned over to carry the cardboard box.

At first, he thought that he didn't expect it to be so heavy. He was careless when he first applied the force, and he almost didn't lift it up. He shook it a bit before he stood still, and muttered, "Did you bring all the Sinian stones here?"

Han Shu finally arrived at Feiming's new ward carrying the suitcase. A few people walked in, and the nurse was giving Feiming an IV.After a period of hospitalization, the backs of Feiming's hands were covered with needle holes, and there was basically no place for intravenous injection. The nurse worked hard for a long time, and finally inserted the needle from the inner wrist of her left hand.

The inner side of the wrist is one of the most delicate parts of the skin on the human body. Ju Nian could imagine how painful it would be to pierce such a thick needle. When the needle was dropped, she turned her head away, unable to bear to look at it, every inch of her body Every joint of the muscles is tense.Feiming didn't make a sound, she was lying on the bed, watching the nurse's movements, as if it was someone else's hand being manipulated, her eyes glanced at Han Shu inadvertently, and a smile appeared on her pale face.Pain is also something you get used to.

When the nurse left, Han Shu sat next to Feiming and said, "Uncle Han Shu was most afraid of injections when he was a child, and he was not at all as strong as Feiming. My good boy, please bear with me for a while. When you recover, Uncle Han Shu will take you there." So many fun places."

Feiming said, "Uncle Han Shu, you look thinner, just like my aunt."

After the words fell, there was a slight movement on Ju Nian's side, Han Shu turned around, Ju Nian was already packing things with his back to them.

Han Shu continued to coax Feiming, "That's because Uncle Han Shu and Auntie are worried about Feiming. When you recover, we will also gain weight."

He puffed his cheeks, trying to make Feiming happy.

Feiming closed her eyes, breathing quickly and shallowly. Just when everyone thought she was asleep, she murmured, "Auntie, Uncle Han Shu, do you really like me?"

Ju Nian didn't turn his head around, and his tone was a bit strange, "Do you still need to ask? Silly boy."

But Feiming was still asking, very persistently, "Then why do you like me?"

"Because you are the cutest little girl, how can we not like you?" Han Shu said with a smile.

"Where's aunt?"

Ju Nian turned around and tried to force a smile, "Because you are my aunt's closest friend."

Feiming nodded, but Ju Nian and Han Shu saw a little disappointment on the face that was extremely thin due to the illness, although Feiming didn't say anything.They have no doubt that they love this girl from the bottom of their hearts, and they are willing to take off the stars in the sky to make her happy and recover from her illness, but they also don't know what kind of answer this child is looking for.

Feiming fell asleep, and she fell into a coma for longer and longer.Many times, she slept for too long, and her hands and feet were cold, which made Ju Nian, who was waiting by the side, have the most terrible thoughts.Ju Nian, who was still full of worries, began to long for an operation.There must be such an operation to keep Feiming for her. Even if the operation will leave regrets, at least the child is still around, and she has nothing to lose.

Han Shu looked at the clay sculpture-like Ju Nian who had been sitting beside Feiming for a long time, as if her vitality was gradually weakening along with Feiming.He also wanted to comfort Ju Nian with words, but she is a person with a clear heart, and it is too easy to see through his white lies, but if she hugs her, she will retreat even more.

"How did the porridge taste that day?" He suddenly asked such a question.

"Ok?"

"I thought you were going to leave with me."

"He's sick. Han Shu, I'm actually very grateful to you for what happened that day."

"Cut..." Han Shu sneered uncomfortably, Ping Feng went out to turn on the water, and only they and the sleeping Feiming were left in the single room.At the end, he asked anxiously, "If...if I'm sick, will you cook me a bowl of porridge?"

"Why do you have to get involved even when you're sick?" Ju Nian couldn't understand what this son of a bitch was thinking.

Han Shu was resentful.He wasn't being stupid, but he really had such thoughts, and sometimes he found himself jealous of Wu Yu's incompleteness.Because of Wu Yu's illness, Ju Nian will always cherish him and will never let him go.Feiming received Ju Nian's meticulous care, he had nothing to say, but even Tang Ye, who was sick, won her pity.His fault was that he was too healthy. Since he was a child, the most serious illness was just a bad cold.That day, Ju Nian pitifully pleaded for Tang Ye, he still remembered clearly, although he told himself over and over again that it was just sympathy - but how did he ever get sympathy?
"After we leave, you and Tang Ye will continue to drink porridge?" How clumsy is this kind of temptation.

Ju Nian glanced at him, "Well, I showed him the palmistry."

"Then show me too." Han Shu suddenly got excited, and begged to spread his hands towards her.

"Aren't you a complete materialist?" Ju Nian naturally doubted his motives.

But Han Shu still stretched out his hand eagerly.Those were a pair of young man's hands, clean and fair, with slender knuckles, no ugly calluses, and the red marks from the heavy load just now were still on them. Injury from chopsticks.

"Just show me, just take a look."

Ju Nian couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned over to take a look, and there were no surprises on the beautiful palm prints.In Han Shu's palm, the success line starts from the fate line and extends straight and slender all the way. Achievement, wealth and prestige are not too difficult things for him to obtain.The cross pattern appears on the bottom of the ring finger, and the nobles support you, and you will be proud of the spring breeze.The fate line is clear, accompanied by secondary lines, everything goes smoothly, and occasional small setbacks are harmless.The line of wisdom runs across the palm, smart but too conceited.

"Your palm prints are very good, basically matching your current situation." Ju Nian said perfunctorily.

"Does the palm print say that I can't ask for it?" Han Shu bit his lower lip and asked cheekily.

"No, look at your lifeline, it's a symbol of everything going well."

"That's still not allowed." Han Shu felt a little disappointed.

"I said it was just for fun." Seeing this, Ju Nian just shied away, got up and said, "I'll go see where Pingfeng is."

Han Shu didn't agree, and grabbed her arrogantly, "You didn't look carefully at all. It's so far away, you didn't even touch my hand, it's too unprofessional."

Ju Nian was afraid that he would make trouble, so he hesitated for a while, then pinched a little bit of his fingertips tremblingly, and finally let go of the other hand he was holding.

"Look. I want to hear the sophistry of idealism."

He spoke confidently, but the palms of his hands began to sweat. The few millimeters of skin she touched seemed to be on fire, and it was unknown who was shaking.

"Uh, there are some small twists and turns in your career, but overall it's going well. You can see your success line here..."

"Ahem, look at feelings, look at feelings!"

"Wait a minute, let me see, why is there a contour line under the middle finger..."

"What happened to the contour?"

"Same, gay."

"Nonsense!" Han Shu exploded when he heard it, and wanted to walk away, but he couldn't bear it.He restrained himself and warned, "Look more clearly, stop talking nonsense, everyone knows who is who."

"Don't shake, I read it wrong, it's the marriage line, hey, don't shake, you can't see anything clearly."

"What's wrong with shaking?"

"If you stretch out your hand and keep shaking, the book says... you failed."

"What failed?" Han Shu was puzzled.

Ju Nian quickly changed the topic, "There are many branches near the starting point of the emotional line, with rich experience."

"Just look at the main storyline!"

"The main line is intermittent, moody, willful, and turbulent; the wisdom line is too separated from the emotional line..."

She was talking slowly, and in the end she didn't know if Han Shu had listened, but felt that her and his hands were covered with sweat, and those intertwined lines gradually blurred into a ball.

Maybe he got tired of listening to it in the end, turned his hands over to grab hers, the junction was too slippery, barely grabbed the first two knuckles of the index finger and ring finger, and she couldn't break free anymore.

"You just say which line is you."

She twitched her hands, but it was useless, and the broken hair was wet with sweat on her face.

Su Dongpo wrote about Mrs. Huarui: "Ice muscles and bones, since it is cool and sweatless." In the orange year, the sweat glands are the most developed.For many years, Han Shu has never been so close to her like this time.He and her fingertips were entangled, and he wouldn't let go.This reminded him of a night long ago, when he was so tightly against her back, both of them were wet, as if they had been washed, and he didn't let her go.At that time, he buried his head in her neck, and the hot flashes and warm smell, which he repeatedly avoided and remembered afterward, stretched into the only concrete image of desire in his heart, the beginning of his every emotion.

Ju Nian's face turned from red to pale, and the sticky feeling was so unclean in her memory that it was almost difficult for her to breathe.

She said: "Han Shu, let go first, palmistry is the most variable characteristic."

He was so dizzy that he couldn't listen.Until the door of the ward was knocked three times restrained.

Sun Jinling, Director of Brain Surgery at No.1 People's Hospital, stood at the door, "Xie Feiming's family members, please come to my office."

(End of this chapter)