Chapter 13 first quarter

The master gently took off the lifelike fake thumbs on her hands, leaving only four fingers on each hand. It turns out that the master has always been disabled. But Jin Ping didn't realize that she was wearing prosthetic limbs and gloves. She said nonchalantly: "I can't do it myself, I have to rely on my disciples." "When did the master get hurt?" "At that time, you were not born yet." "Master, I will avenge you." She smiled slightly: "Either you were born as an orphan, met someone who was unkind, or suddenly suffered from a serious disease... It's all fate, and there is no revenge."

"Master, I never knew about this, I was too careless." "I didn't let you know." "What's going on?" "Where do you have time to listen to old stories?" "Master, don't be angry." "I'm not angry, I'm just emotional. I told you that pickpocketing is a business of my Wang family, and my father is my master. Back then, he also wanted to leave the family and start a new business." The gold bottle made no sound. "Why? Because he has worked the hardest, because other uncles are idle and enjoying their success."

"What happened?" "They set up a trap and let my father get in. He was caught by the enemy, and I had to go and redeem him." Jin Ping's hair stood on end. She felt tightness in her chest and felt like vomiting. "After paying the ransom, they still refused to let him go, so they had to increase the interest. The family knew that my father loved me the most, and they also knew that losing their thumb would make it difficult to work, so they were willing to give up." Jin Ping's chin almost touched his chest. At this time, the master said: "Qin Congyulu, you all heard that too?"

They were standing at the door, and now they approached slowly. The master gently put back the prosthesis and gloves. "You must want to ask whether it hurts or not." How dare the three of them speak out. "No, it doesn't hurt at all. The knife is really sharp, and the uncle who was present quickly stopped the bleeding for me. From the beginning to the end, I didn't feel any pain at all, as if I knew early on that my thumb no longer belonged to me." She stood up, sighed softly, and walked back to the study. Yulu covered her face with her hands. Qin Cong murmured, "Jin Ping, if it were you, what would you choose?"

"I don't have a father. Assuming I am a father and a daughter, then I won't feel the pain." Yulu asked, "What kind of trap is that?" Jin Ping smiled: "All the traps in the world have the same design. Remember, Yulu, they must be beneficial to you at the beginning, but in the end, they cost your life." "How do I know it's a trap?" Jin Ping replied: "If that thing is too good to be true, then it probably isn't true either." Yulu said, "I'm going to swim downstairs." Her voice was a little disturbed. Qin Cong asked, "You still insist on leaving?"

Jin Ping nodded. "Are you afraid that the master will ask you for your thumb?" "Being in this industry is purely based on youth. It looks different every year. Sometimes relatives and friends can't recognize it, but it can be passed safely. Now it is fixed, which is very inconvenient." "Then Shen Jinghua, what did you say to you?" "A cliché, a cliché." "But, he still feels very fresh?" Jin Ping laughed. "Stuck in Chinatown for a long time, you will have this problem." Jin Ping still smiled but did not answer. "Master has so many houses, I like this one the most." He looked at the river view and praised.

"You are a man, so you naturally like this place." "Master doesn't like the English-speaking society and thinks it's too mechanized." Jin Ping looked at his own hands, lacking thumbs, he couldn't even hold a pen, what else could he do? She scooped up the lotus in the bottle and sniffed the fragrance deeply. How much she wanted to leave this family, go out to live a normal life, know ordinary people, be friends with them, and share ordinary joys, sorrows and joys with them. If she is a fairy, this kind of thinking is called Sifan.