Reborn As A Lucky Girl

The pinholes on the back of Yang Songshu's hand looked like they had been there for a while. They didn't look like they had just been pricked. They were concentrated where the tendons were on the back of his hand.    

    

Others might not know, but Xue Xue'er knew. These were the pinholes that could only be left in large hospitals because of infusion.    

    

Yang Songshu, he... Sick?    

    

Xue Xue'er was even more confused. Since she was sick, shouldn't she rely more on her parents? Why did this child still run out?    

    

Hearing Xue Xue'er's words, Yang Songshu seemed to struggle even more, but his temper was not as bad as before.    

    

Ouyang Qing'an had already left without knowing when and went out to deliver the letter.    

    

When Yang Songshu was brought back by his parents, he could go with Xue'er.    

    

He was very selfish, but he really wanted to be alone with Xue'er.    

    

Xue Xue'er saw that Yang Songshu did not speak for a long time. She reached out and grabbed the back of his hand. Just when she wanted to flip over and ask him about the needle hole, she did not expect him to subconsciously open his hand and quickly hide behind him.    

    

He moved so fast that he almost pushed Xue Xue'er down. Luckily Xue Xue'er took a few steps back and steadied herself.    

    

Seeing this made Old Lady Xue unhappy, but the person standing opposite was also a child, so she did not say much.    

    

"It's fine milk ~" Xue Xue'er comforted, "I just did not stand up and do not worry."    

    

Xue Xue'er's sensibility made Yang Songshu blame himself, "Sorry Xue'er, I did not mean to push you, I just..."    

    

His words became softer and softer, as if in the end, he did not even have the courage to apologize.    

    

Xue Xue'er hurriedly smiled and comforted him, "I know, I know, I didn't blame you!"    

    

After that, she softly said, "You can quietly tell me, why did you run away from home?"    

    

Yang Songshu's current behavior was the same as running away from home. There was no difference.    

    

Yang Songshu was silent for a long time. Xue Xue'er knew that he might have a heavy burden on his face and was unwilling to talk about it, so she pulled him to the side.    

    

After making sure that the others could not hear him, Yang Songshu said, "Xue'er, I am sick. Will you not play with me anymore?"    

    

This sentence took a lot of Yang Songshu's courage. He wanted to talk to Xue'er many times, but he could not say it when it was about to come out of his mouth.    

    

In addition, Xue'er always had a very outstanding little friend by her side. It was that Ouyang Qing'an.    

    

This made him feel even more inferior. If he told Xue'er this secret again, would Xue'er not be willing to be friends with him?    

    

Xue Xue'er was stunned for a moment. What kind of logic was this?    

    

Why did she not play with him when she was sick? Could it be that he had contracted some kind of infectious disease?    

    

Xue Xue'er patted his shoulder a few times. "Why wouldn't I play with you? Yang Songshu, you must be honest. You can't lie. Other than this, do you have anything else to hide from me?"    

    

Even if it was an infectious disease, they had come into contact with so much. It should have been contagious a long time ago. What was there to be afraid of?    

    

Xue Xue'er had a big heart. After all, she had never heard of any infectious diseases in the 1980s. Of course, it was also possible that she did not understand.    

    

Yang Songshu lowered his head and stammered. He still said, "My dad said that he wanted to transfer me to the county. He wanted to treat me there. He would also go to school there in the future. I don't want to go."    

    

If he went, he would never see Xue'er again. He did not want to.    

    

Whenever Yang Songshu thought about going to the county to study and live a life, he could not play with Xue'er. He felt very uncomfortable. He felt that his eyes were red and his nose was sore.    

    

But a man could not cry.    

    

Only then did Xue Xue'er understand what Yang's father meant when he said that he regretted making the decision.    

    

"But if you are sick, you still need to treat your illness. We can't drag this on forever. " Xue Xue'er pulled Yang Songshu's hand as if to comfort him. She touched the needle on the back of his hand. "Look, if you don't go to the county hospital to treat it, you will also go for infusion. At that time, the back of your hand will be full of small needle holes. How ugly. "    

    

She knew in her heart that Yang Songshu must have felt that these pinholes were ugly, and that was why he hadn't shown them to her.