Chapter 4 Fingerprints to Heaven

Hanging out in the mall with my friend Rarity, leaning against the railing on the second floor and looking down, a group of people gathered in front of a colorful booth.I grabbed Rarity and said, "Look! That's a seller of 'wax hands. Hot hands? Do you want to sell 'destroying flowers'?" This is a new gadget that has been popular for a while. The most fun thing to play with is yourself. Use warm wax to cast your own hand, and then dye it in different colors. It can be made into a photo frame or a mobile phone. Taiwan, or as a souvenir for lovers.Many wax hands are displayed on the table, some with thumbs up; some with V-shaped victory gestures, and of course some with raised middle fingers.

What I think of is the hands that have passed in my life, and the people that my own hands have passed. When did I first think hands were the most interesting part of the human body?Certainly not when I'm sitting in front of the piano and can't play well no matter how hard I try.My fingers are much softer than ordinary people, and I always struggle more than other children when holding a pen and playing the piano. The teacher said, I am always absent-minded, and I did not notice my abnormality.Later, some friends held my hand, with surprise in their eyes, ah, your hands are so soft, I realized that my hands are really different from others.It was also from that time that I consciously paid attention to other people's hands: I quietly looked at the man's bony hands, I noticed the woman's bald nails, and I was surprised to find that the boy's hands were more delicate than the woman's.

I have experienced many keen feelings in life, which are transmitted through hands.When I am in love with someone, my consciousness is completely taken away by him, every breath has a dangerous concentration of lovesickness, but it is not enough, I still want more, more happiness and pain on the verge of collapse, never satisfied.Until in the dark alley, on the street full of people, when the most sensational part of the movie was playing, suddenly, he held his hand.The meeting of two hands calms the soul.Another worry of mine rose slowly at the same time. Being held in such a way, I often lost my mind and just wanted to follow this person to the ends of the earth.

Everyone's fingerprints are different in the world, and I imagine that every moment, I leave the same fingerprints in different places.My cup and desk lamp; my computer and files; my windbreaker and lover are all my fingerprints, although invisible, they exist. Rarity said that when she was young, she and her beloved lover had to be separated. That night they embraced each other naked and fell into a deep sleep.The man's palm held one of her breasts domineeringly. When they woke up after dawn, the man's palm and her chest were already tightly attached, as if the flesh and flesh had grown together overnight. When the man's palm was pulled away, she felt I was so painful that I shed tears.After the man left, she always felt that there were still marks of the man's palm on her breasts, which were always hot, and she could still feel the beating of the pulse. She used to think that this mark would never fade away, and it had become a part of the body.

So I also thought of the fingerprints left on my body, those tender touches that loved me, deep and shallow, that made me happy or pained, invisible to the naked eye but might exist forever.When I die, it still covers my body.I don't know what kind of person can go to heaven?Everyone is selfish, everyone is weak, and everyone is afraid, but at the moment of loving and being loved, when the lover's hand touches lightly, I suddenly feel brave, become strong and generous.With the fingerprints of lovers and loved ones, will the gates of heaven be opened for me?