Chapter 143
Wang Jiazhi woke up and saw that he was still sleeping soundly. He must have been too tired these days and had no time to come back.
She ruffled his hair and snuggled into his arms again. At that time, she also missed this warmth very much. Sometimes she closed her eyes and thought about this person dying, bleeding dry, and gradually becoming stiff and cold. It was so scary.
After a while he woke up too.
"You must be very tired these days."
"fine."
She turned over in his arms, took one of his hands and said, "Have you noticed? Our palm lines are all like this. People say that men have fewer palm lines like this than women."
"It's the Sichuan Palm."
"When I was a child, someone read my palm and said that girls with this kind of palm print would have a strong and withdrawn personality and might have an unhappy marriage. And since both of my hands were like this, it was even more serious. I was only four or five years old at the time, and my mother didn't believe it. But when she was dying, for some reason, she remembered something that happened more than ten years ago and said she was worried about my future."
"Have you ever had a favorite?"
She rested her head in his arms and said, "Just don't forget me."
He stroked her hair and said, "In a person's life, no matter who it is, no one can accompany you forever. You have to rely on yourself to the end."
She said a little willfully: "I know that one day you will not like me. Then I will leave and not bother you anymore."
"That's not what I meant. I mean, I may not be able to..." He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and then said, "I'm more than ten years older than you. I will always be ahead of you."
When he said this, it actually seemed like he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. She knew it was wishful thinking, but she was still very happy.
"That's not certain. No one knows who's ahead."
"Don't say such things. You are still young and have a long life ahead of you."
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "Maybe it will all be over soon."
She thought to herself that she rarely realized the difference of more than ten years between them. In fact, when he wasn't being ruthless, there was a certain innocence in his expression that had nothing to do with age. It was like a young deer in the mountains, embracing simplicity and genuineness. This aura was innate, and would remain so even at a hundred.
She recalled the first time they met. It was because of him that she didn't feel intimidated at all. He didn't feel like some old scholar from the past, but he could be a bit childish at times, like how he would secretly put flowers on her and deliberately leave marks on her neck and arms. This made her terrified when she was with the ladies.
"I never thought you were much older than me. There are many people in your circle who are much older than the two of us."
He laughed and said, "They're dealing in power for money, so of course they don't care about that."
After a moment of silence, she smiled and said, "Come to the window. You can see the plum blossoms here."
There is a large white plum tree in the garden. Now the tree is in full bloom, and a layer of snow has accumulated on the branches and flowers.
At that time, she died before the plum blossoms bloomed.
She held his arm and watched the plum blossoms with him. It seemed like a long time ago, he held her hand and stood here, watching the fireworks with her.
He wouldn't even go to the yard, and they always looked at the outside world through the glass.
He got up very early the next day, and she took out a sky-blue square cloth bag from under her pillow, with a white orchid on it.
"This is for you."
He opened it and found a lot of melon seeds inside.
She hadn't been home for a week, and she really missed him. She felt a sense of déjà vu, but she couldn't place it.
He smiled and said, "Where are the love letters and the heart knot made of hair?"
In "Jin Ping Mei", melon seeds are used to seduce people, as well as love poems and tokens of love.
She said, "I can't write something that cheesy, and my hair is curly, so I can't make a love knot."
She held his waist, rubbed him for a while, and then let him go out. Looking outside, it was still dark.
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