Chapter 372

Mrs. Liao's eldest daughter didn't make too much noise in the front. She just showed up a few times and then sat back at this table.

Mrs. Liang said, "You are such a fool. Today is a big day for our family. If you don't take care of things in the front and sit at the table with your husband's family, what are you doing here?"

Mrs. Liao's daughter said, "They're only happy that they can't see me. This is just the beginning of life's grave. If I go to help, I won't become an accomplice."

Mrs. Liang said, "How can you say that on your sister's wedding day, child?"

Wang Jiazhi sat with Mrs. Liao's daughter on one side and Ms. Qiao on the other. She and Ms. Qiao smiled at each other.

Mrs. Liang's always pretending to be reasonable and hypocritical is really annoying after a while.

Ever since Mrs. Yi returned to the countryside, as a former direct descendant, she did not seem too sad for Mrs. Yi, nor did she contact Mrs. Yi. Instead, she privately gloated over her misfortune like everyone else.

Mrs. Liao's daughter started complaining about her marriage again, and Wang Jiazhi saw that she was indeed more anxious than she had been more than a month ago.

Mrs. Liao's daughter stretched out her right hand and said, "Someone read my palm and said my marriage line is a broom line, which is not going to get better."

Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "How can palmistry be accurate?"

At Lao Yi's table, someone at a nearby table said, "Your palm lines are really unique. There are only three clean lines, and they are not connected. Both hands are like this. This is the first time I've seen it."

The colleague turned around and looked at it, then smiled at Lao Yi and said, "That's the same as yours. It's really a special fate."

Old Yi remembered that when he was about seven or eight years old, a friend came to his house, looked at his palms, and said, "This child's palm lines are rare, and on both hands. People with this palm line are capable, but they will be lonely and brave all their lives."

He never believed that, especially as a child. But years later, thinking back on those words, they felt prophetic. He was very popular, but he had no close friends. He had indeed lived a solitary life. His parents were dear to him, but they didn't want him to be emotionally dependent on them. His wife kept to herself, and they kept to themselves.

He was a man who forged ahead alone, and he didn't feel lonely at all. Instead, he felt free and happy without any relatives or friends. But later on, he became more and more lonely, and his courage was gone.

In his previous life, he was familiar with her body. He opened one of her hands and saw that the lines on her palm were exactly the same as his. He opened the other hand and saw that they were exactly the same. It was the first time he had seen someone with the same lines on their palms, and both of their hands were like this.

He thought to himself, I didn't expect that they had some fate. No wonder I felt different about her.

He kneaded her little hand a few times, and the little girl felt like she was electrocuted. Her body trembled and she moaned violently. He was very surprised. How could she be so sensitive? He just kneaded her little hand. At that time, Wang Jiazhi had just enjoyed the man's kindness. Just a touch of her body would make her body go through an electric current.

When he was young, Old Wu particularly enjoyed reading cheesy novels and essays. He once remarked on an article that compared people to leaves, and the person you love is the leaf that's exactly like you. Or, you're half an apple, and the person you love is the other half that overlaps with you. But everyone in this world has only one leaf that's similar to them, and only half an apple that fits them. It's just that we don't know where that leaf, that half apple, is; not everyone can find that leaf or that half apple.

Like Wang Jiazhi, he was allergic to this kind of contrived, corny romance. Wang Jiazhi felt it didn't align with her ideals of romance. He simply didn't believe in love. He was also too independent and self-centered. In his youth, when he should have been at his most passionate about love, he was terribly calm. He had many women pursuing him, many more than enough for him. He also knew several who were perfectly good, and it was clear he was out of his league, but he just didn't feel anything, didn't have the urge to fall in love. Because of this, he felt he might be emotionally cold by nature, and simply didn't have that kind of connection.

When he found that Wang Jiazhi had the same palm lines as his, he thought jokingly in his heart, is this the leaf and half an apple that belong to me being sent to me?

The third time, Wang Jiazhi was able to get familiar with his body and discovered that she had never seen anyone with the same palm prints as her before.

When I was a child, some people said that people with this kind of palm lines are mostly very outstanding, but they are destined to be alone. But when I saw that both of her hands were like this, it was even more strange. People said that her fate of being alone might be doubled.

Wang Jiazhi never believed in palmistry. Even though she had been walking alone since her mother passed away, she didn't think it had anything to do with palmistry.

Her reaction when she discovered this was similar to his, a feeling that the two of them were somehow destined to be together. No wonder she had endured so much torture, wandered for three years, and finally had to be wrapped in a gorgeous fake identity, like a white fish covered in red paper as a sacrifice, and placed on his bed for him to enjoy.

But there were some differences. Baiyu was at the mercy of others, and she had no choice but to resist. She seemed to be possessed, willing to do whatever he gave her, whether it was ravage or tenderness, she wanted everything he gave her.

Once, the two of them held hands tightly for a long time. After they recovered for a while, they gradually let go of each other's hands. He let go of her hand and put his palm together again.

When she first realized this, she placed her palm against his and said, "Your hand is a circle bigger than mine, like a glove, and the lines on your palm must be a circle bigger than mine."

Unexpectedly, when their palms were put together, the palm lines also touched each other. It was not because his hands were bigger than hers that the palm lines were bigger than hers.

At the time, she was completely obsessed, not knowing what to do. She hadn't considered the theory behind the leaf apple. It first reminded her of a scene from a movie where two people, before committing suicide, said they must remember the date and time. In their next life, even if they lost their memories, they would still be able to find each other by remembering the numbers. She thought it was unbelievable. How could they remember the numbers if they had lost their memories?

She recalled the plot of a novel. The hero, driven by conventional wisdom, always believed he loved Bai Yueguang. Even though he was completely obsessed with the heroine, he deceived himself and refused to admit it, insisting on marrying Bai Yueguang. The heroine was extremely overbearing, unwilling to lose her beloved, and with just a little seduction, she swayed the hero into submission. Bai Yueguang, in a fit of rage, married a paralytic to avenge the hero. The hero, deeply remorseful, tortured the heroine in various ways, once even drawing his sword and stabbing her in the heart, leaving an indelible scar. Later, because Bai Yueguang had done something that would leave the heroine devastated and unforgivable, the hero put a knife in her hand, promising her that she would be better off than him. Unexpectedly, the heroine stabbed him in the heart, though reluctant to kill him, leaving an indelible scar. Later, when they were close together, they discovered that their heart scars had just touched. For over a decade, the two of them lived like this, unhappy yet inseparable. Finally, the woman, heartbroken by the man, committed suicide. The man, also driven to despair, also committed suicide. In their next life, neither remembered the other, but they met again in the mountains where they were buried. On their wedding night, they discovered a red mark on each other's heart, resembling a rose, that blended perfectly when they touched. Fearing they would never find each other in their next life, they left the same mark on their bodies.

Wang Jiazhi felt that this was the most reliable mark. Saying Jia Baoyu was born with a jade in his mouth wasn't reliable at all. What if the jade was taken away by someone else? Memory methods were also highly unreliable. A mark on the body was the most reliable; it couldn't be removed even if one wanted to.

For example, Lady Gouyi had a hook-like birthmark on the palm of her hand. She couldn't open it when she was born, so she could only open it when her husband came. Another example is the story of Emperor Qianlong, who, when he was young, fell in love with a palace maid. The Empress Dowager discovered this and ordered her to be executed. Years later, he favored Heshen. The maid had a mole on her hand, and upon discovering Heshen had an identical mole in the same spot, she assumed she was the maid's reincarnation and doted on her even more. Of course, she believes this is all unofficial history, and that Lady Gouyi's story was likely a performance. However, the ancients also believed that using one's body was the best way to preserve the marks of past lives.

Because she was extremely distracted and had just finished such an ecstatic moment, with the aftertaste still lingering in her mind, she abnormally became the kind of pretentious person she despised the most.

I told him, "In ancient times, military tokens for mobilizing troops were given in half to each person, and when they were put together, they became real. Whether they look similar or not, they can be put together. Maybe we recognized them before, but we just don't remember them, but the palm prints are the same."

He was also very abnormal. He agreed with her idea very much and told her about the leaf and half apple theory that he had scoffed at when he was young.

When I was in college, whether it was movies, biographies or novels, most of the time, treacherous officials were portrayed as ugly, stupid, despicable, and good-for-nothing, with only bad characters.

Wang Jiazhi says these authors overly stereotype the characters, creating crude and simplistic characters. Most true treacherous ministers are beautiful, elegant, and talented. Otherwise, how could they be treacherous? How could they bewitch the emperor? Why would the emperor ignore the loyal ministers' words and instead listen to their lies? Such people who bring disaster to the country and the people are little vixens when they are young and old vixens when they are old. Examples include Qin Hui, Yan Song, and Heshen.

Then he thought to himself, "If the emperor can't do anything about it, what can I, a commoner, do?"

After giving birth, she pulled her daughter's hand apart and was surprised to find that her daughter had the same palm lines as theirs. She quickly pulled her other hand apart and saw the same pattern. She wondered if palm lines could be inherited.

Later, she and her daughter talked about their family's palm lines. Her daughter, who was even more professional than him, said, "Out of a hundred people, only five or seven have these kinds of lines. Even two of them are even rarer. I don't know how you two met. Fate is truly magical. Am I supposed to find a husband with the same palm lines as mine?"