Home Categories romance novel The palm of the hand is love, the back of the hand is pain

Chapter 18 Section VIII

Send me back to the rental house, it is already midnight.I know that Li Yi will definitely not be able to enter the dormitory when he returns to school now.Originally, Li Yi insisted on going back, but he said that he couldn't enter the dormitory, and he could go to the Internet cafe all night.I said that I will definitely suffer from insomnia tonight. Since we don't sleep, we might as well chat all night.He stayed. When I entered the room, I couldn't help but screamed under the light. There were two shocking bloodstains on Li Yi's face. "Does it hurt?" I blamed him with distress, "Why are you so stupid, let him catch you."

Li Yi smiled wryly: "It was all caused by me, it's better to let him vent his anger." "Let me see, is the wound deep?" I weighed my feet and held his face.In fact, I didn't see anything clearly, his exhaled breath was hot on my face, which made my heart tremble and my mind was in a trance. "Let me hug you please?" He whispered in my ear, clear and distant. I didn't answer, but my body has already leaned forward.He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugged me lightly, then took a step back and separated from me.This is a light hug, like a shooting star in the night sky, beautiful and hasty, but also enough to make me intoxicated, I have to slowly gather my scattered consciousness in the next few minutes.

Maybe he found the sudden intoxication, the sudden dullness, and I also found the elusive smile in his eyes.In the future, I often see this kind of smile in his eyes, 70% affectionate, 30% mocking. "I'll look around to see if there is something to bandage the wound." The reply of consciousness made me take a few steps back.I know I can't find anything to bandage him in this house, but I have to find it because I need to do something, get away from him for a while, and sort out my messed up emotions. There weren't many things in the room, so I quickly searched all the corners, but I obviously didn't want to end so early, and continued to walk around pretendingly.In the end, I really hope I can find something suitable to bandage his wound, bandage him with my own hands, and then ask: "Does it hurt?" This seems to be an overused scene in film and television dramas, but it can touch people's hearts the most, " Does it hurt?" The two words are worth a thousand words, full of infinite concern and tenderness.I also want to try.

Li Yi said loudly: "Forget it, don't look for it, this little injury is nothing to me." He was already sitting on a chair in the dining room, smoking a cigarette.I went over empty-handed and sat down opposite him.I said worriedly: "It will leave scars. It would be great if Wang Jun was as magnanimous as you, he is too stingy." As I spoke, I sighed softly. "It's okay, this little injury will get better soon." He stretched out his left hand and put it on the dining table, "Look, how many scars I have on my hand." I saw some scars all over the back of his hand, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.I asked, "How did you do it? A fight?"

"No, I cut grass for rabbits when I was a child, and I accidentally cut it with a sickle. But my skin recovers very well. If I cut it, I squeeze a piece of green vegetable leaves to stop the bleeding. It will be fine in a few days. .” He exhaled a puff of smoke, which spread between us, and his face was like a dream behind the smoke. He changed the subject and said, "You should understand Wang Jun, it seems that he really likes you." "But I never liked him. It was his wishful thinking from the beginning to the end. I told him more than once that he and I were just friends, but he couldn't think about it, and I couldn't help it." I tried my best to confess, but at the same time I suddenly felt the language Powerless, I don't know how to express it so that I can explain my relationship with Wang Jun clearly and clearly.

"Love is like this, sometimes I can't think about it." He took a deep puff of the cigarette and exhaled a thicker puff of smoke.His words reserved space for me to ask questions, but I didn't ask him who he couldn't think about because of, I was afraid that person was not me. The smoke spread and some got in my nostrils.I have always hated the smell of smoke, but now I actually feel something intoxicating from the smell of smoke.I sighed again, shook my head and said, "Don't talk about him." The smoke cleared and his face became clear again.I said, "Tell me about you, tell me about your wounds."

So he said that he followed his mother in the countryside when he was a child, and his father rarely went home when he went to work in the county. Most of the time, he and his mother depended on each other for life.At that time, his family had dozens of rabbits, and he had to mow the grass every day after school.His mother worked very hard. He knew how to be considerate of his mother since he was very young, and helped his mother to do some things within his ability. When he was seven or eight years old, he learned how to cook and wash clothes. He said that he is most afraid of cutting wheat, and at the same time, cutting wheat can give him the most sense of accomplishment.In May, there are bright sun, hot wind and boundless wheat waiting to be harvested.Standing on the ground, he looked at the wheat and often felt that there was so much wheat that he could never cut it all.But when all the wheat is neatly spread under his feet, at that moment, he will be immersed in a great sense of accomplishment, feeling that he is already a man, standing upright.

When he was twelve years old, after he and his mother finished cutting the wheat, his father came back and brought a piece of good news that excited the whole family. He and his mother had finished their farming and non-farming business. Soon, they would move to the city , my mother was placed in the Municipal Council as a cleaner.It was the happiest time of his life.Dad set goals for his family of three: Dad and mother are responsible for saving money to buy household appliances such as TVs and refrigerators; his goal is to study hard and get into college. He was admitted to the county's key middle school with excellent grades, and his family was very happy. His father said that as long as he can maintain such grades, it will be a matter of course for him to enter the university.But happiness did not always favor their family, and misfortune came soon.One afternoon, on his way to work, his father was run over by a speeding car and passed away on the spot.At this point, he yelled at the drunk driver, saying he would never forgive him.He said that his father named him because he wanted him to be a unique and indomitable man, but even if one day he really became indomitable, his father would never see him again.

"Let him kill off his offspring, give birth to a son without an asshole, and give birth to a daughter to be a whore!" I followed him and cursed the driver, using the most vicious language I think.Li Yi was taken aback when he heard this, first looked at me with a very surprised look, and then smiled gratifiedly. After midnight, the temperature was getting colder and colder, and I felt cold to the bone.So I proposed to go to my bedroom, wrap each of them in a quilt, and continue talking while warming up.Maybe he was cold too, and walked into the bedroom with me without objection.

He saw the gift he gave me, maybe he saw my cherished intentions, his eyes lit up like fireworks in the night sky.He didn't express anything about this matter, only a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. I couldn't help comparing him with Wang Jun again. If it were Wang Jun, he would definitely yell and ask me why I value his gifts so much, regardless of whether I would be embarrassed. He sat on the other side of the bed, and I sat on the other side of the bed, wrapped in a bloated quilt. I felt like two snowmen facing each other. In the cold winter, we relied on eye contact to keep each other warm.

He chatted a lot that day, and I was like a miser who discovered a treasure, greedily digging out the jewels in his past, sometimes because of a detail, I would take the trouble to ask again and again.After this night, I have every right to feel that I have fully understood him, and gained insight into his past and present. As for the future, I decided that night. As long as he is willing, I will go to develop with him without hesitation.
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