Chapter 12 Section 12

My college roommate, Amy, claims I have the most intricate handprints she's ever seen. "Your hands are full of crosses, it's terrible," she said in a surprised tone, "and, the most serious thing is not this, you, do you want to listen to the truth?" "Say." I am skeptical about palmistry theory, but it might as well give it a listen. "The direction of your marriage line is unclear." She said, "However, the career line is very deep and straightforward." Probably because I experienced too many things on the day I came back. Before I left, I took a rare moment of rest. I sat on the rattan chair at home, listening to the exaggerated voice of the TV shopping girl constantly coming from the TV, and looked down on the TV in boredom. Looking at his right hand, thinking about these endless things.

Can a person's fate really be broken through the palm of his hand?Anyway, I don't believe it. But why do so many things seem to be doomed long ago, and the result has long been lurking there, no matter how hard you try, nothing can be changed? Anan was shaving in the bathroom, and seemed to be still humming. Compared with yesterday, he seemed to be in a much better mood.I'm not sure if he knows about Xia Hua's wedding today, just like I'm not sure if Yu An Duo's mother will disturb the wedding. After all, it is someone else's business to fight and watch to the end, and it is meaningless to interfere.All we can do is to take care of ourselves.

"Let's leave early, these things need to be packed." Anan beckoned me to go downstairs.Only then did I realize that he was carrying two big bags by himself, which were full of food.I was going to decline, but in the end I didn't.I no longer want to deny his concern when there is nothing left to lose.He walked behind me, I don't know why, I turned around frequently, he looked at me and smiled: "What are you looking at, are you reluctant to part with this house? Don't worry, I will let you come back before selling it, and pack your things well , we will express it to Beijing if you want it, and throw it away if you don’t want it!"

"You are so generous." I said to him. "No way." He smiled, "People have to look forward." After going downstairs, he handed me the car keys: "You pack your luggage, I'll go upstairs to get something." After I did so, I got in the car and waited for him.He trotted down all the way, holding a disc of Teresa Teng's concert in his hand, and said, "I haven't listened to it for a long time, I don't know if I can still make a sound." It seemed that he was attached to yesterday again. Perhaps no one can truly replace Lin Guoguo's position in his heart.

There were not many cars on the road on Sunday, and we quickly drove to the airport expressway, he speeded up, and when "He Rijun Comes Again" played, he sang softly along with it. If I remember correctly, Teresa Teng also sang this song at her farewell concert, which was her last concert during her lifetime.Teresa Teng was wearing a red shiny long dress with a big open back, twisting her waist to the melody of the dance music, and the audience exclaimed, as if seeing a fairy falling into the dust.At that time, he and Lin Guoguo watched the concert at their home in Chengdu. As a child, I didn’t have any feeling for music, and I didn’t know anything about love, so what I remember most is the ostentatious skirt.One day when I grew up, I was bored, and I invited myself to revisit it on the Internet, but my eyes were red unknowingly.