Reborn As A Lucky Girl

These pinholes on the back of Yang Songshu's hand seem to have been worn for a while. They don't seem to be just pricked. They are concentrated in the place with muscles and veins on the back of his hand.

Others don't know. Xue Xueer knows. This is the pinhole that can only be left after infusion in a large hospital.

Yang Songshu, is he... Sick?

Xue Xueer doesn't understand that since she is ill, she should rely more on her parents. Why does the child still run out?

Hearing Xue Xueer's words, Yang Songshu seemed to struggle more, but his temper was not as fierce as before.

Ouyang Qing'an has slipped away without knowing when. He went out to deliver the letter.

When Yang Songshu is picked up by his parents, he can go with xiaoxueer.

He is very selfish and wants to be alone with xiaoxueer.

Xue Xueer looked at Yang Songshu and didn't speak for a long time. She stretched out her hand and pulled the back of his hand. She just wanted to turn over and ask him about the pinhole. Unexpectedly, he subconsciously spread his hand and hid behind him.

He moved so much that he almost pushed Xue Xueer down. Fortunately, Xue Xueer stepped back and stabilized his body.

Old lady Xue was unhappy, but there was also a child standing opposite. She didn't say much.

"It's okay, milk ~" Xue Xueer comforted, "I just didn't stand firm. Don't worry."

Xue Xueer's understanding made Yang Songshu blame himself: "sorry, Xiao Xueer, I didn't mean to push you, I just..."

His words were whispered more and more, as if in the end, he didn't even have the courage to apologize.

Xue Xueer quickly smiled and comforted him: "I know, I know, I don't blame you!"

Then he whispered, "you can tell me quietly why you want to run away from home?"

Yang Songshu's current behavior is equivalent to running away from home. There is no difference.

Yang Songshu was silent for a long time. Xue Xueer knew that he might have a heavy burden of face and was unwilling to speak, so she dragged him aside.

Make sure that others can't hear. Yang Songshu said, "xiaoxueer, I'm sick. Will you stop playing with me?"

It took Yang Songshu a lot of courage to say this. He wanted to talk to Xiao Xueer many times, but he couldn't say it every time.

In addition, xiaoxue'er has always had an excellent little partner, Ouyang Qing'an.

This led to his inferiority complex. If xiaoxueer was told the secret again, would xiaoxueer be unwilling to make friends with him?

Xue Xueer was stunned. What's the logic?

Why don't you play with him when you're sick? Is he suffering from any infectious disease?

Xue Xueer patted him on the shoulder twice: "why don't I play with you? Yang Songshu, be honest and don't lie. Besides this, do you have anything else to hide from me?"

Even if it is an infectious disease, they are exposed to so much. It should have been infected long ago. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Xue Xueer has a big heart. After all, she has never heard of any infectious diseases in 1980. Of course, she may not understand them.

Yang Songshu bowed his head and hesitated: "my father said he wanted to transfer me to the county and city for treatment there. He will also go to school there in the future. I don't want to go."

If he did, he would never see xiaoxueer again. He didn't want to.

As long as Yang Songshu thought of going to the county to study and live, he couldn't play with Xiao Xueer. He felt very uncomfortable. His eyes were red and his nose was sour.

But men can't cry.

Xue Xueer then understood what Yang's father said and what he regretted his decision.

"But if you are ill, you still have to go to treatment. You can't always put it off." Xue Xueer took Yang Songshu's hand and seemed to be comforting. She touched the pinhole on the back of his hand: "you see, if you don't go to the hospital in the county, you will go to the infusion. At that time, there are such small pinholes on the back of your hand. How difficult to see."

She knew in her heart that Yang Songshu must have thought these pinholes were ugly, so she didn't show them to her.