moonlight lure

Chapter 8: The other person is not your right match
Song Shiwei vaguely felt that the plot of the two of them went off the rails after entering this courtyard.

At this moment, they were sitting at the small table, one on the left and the other on the right. She stretched out her right hand, and her white fingertips were gently pinched by his rough fingers. The contrast between the color and the bones was very clear.

He stared at her palm quietly for a moment without saying anything. It felt serious and absurd at the same time. She tightened her lips tightly to hold back her teasing at him.

SWAT, gardening, palmistry.

How many surprises does he have that she doesn't know about?
The person in front of me finally spoke slowly: "You have a very deep intelligence. Your grades have always been good since you were a child. Your parents have never worried about your studies and work."

"There are many and messy island patterns in this area, which represents the stubbornness, aloofness and idealism in your character." Song Shiwei chuckled and did not comment.

"When you were young, there were a lot of changes in your family."

After a short pause, he continued in a low voice, "During this period, something happened that had a great impact on you, probably when you were sixteen or seventeen years old."

Song Shiwei's lowered eyes dimmed, and she remained silent for a long time.

The person on the other side of the table looked at her expression calmly, and then said calmly: "The first half of your emotional line is very weak and has many forks. You may experience separation and reunion during this period because the other person is not your right match. ."

His fingertips lightly traced across her palm, stopping on the gradually deepening lines: "Your perfect match will appear after the age of 25. It seems that your marriage will be happy and you will grow old together."

After the interpretation was completed, the two of them sat upright and distanced themselves in tacit agreement.

Song Shiwei withdrew her hand and rubbed her skirt without leaving a trace to remove the itch caused by his touch: "I'll lend you some good words, Officer Ji."

She raised her face and smiled slightly, without giving any positive feedback on the information he said: "I think you are more reliable than the horoscope."

The end of his lips curled up slightly: "Thank you, this is recognition of me."

A breeze blows, and the quiet and small courtyard is filled with the fragrance of moist soil and flowers.

The body is still restrained in maintaining social distance, but there is clearly some other distance in the air that is slowly and imperceptibly closing.

Song Shiwei's eyelashes fluttered slightly, she raised her hand to tuck her long hair into her ears, raised her lips and said with a smile: "I have to go back, I'll bother you for a long time."

Ji Yanchen nodded and stood up: "It's fine here. I'll pack up the tools and send them to you on the way."

After Song Shiwei packed up her things, she also stood up. When she stood up, her head felt dizzy for a moment. She frowned, grabbed the armrest, closed her eyes to restrain herself, and took a deep breath.

In fact, she was feeling unwell from the moment she entered the house until now, but she didn't want to show vulnerability in front of unfamiliar people, because the other person's polite concern would be more burdensome.

She walked to the flower stand and calmed down. The heavy feeling in her chest was slightly relieved by the moist and fresh smell of plants in her breath.

The people in the room also came out at this time and called her softly: "Let's go."

Song Shiwei turned around in response, leaned over to pick up the bag on the table, and walked out of the yard.

The ride back was very quiet.

Song Shiwei leaned on her seat and didn't want to speak. The person next to her didn't say a word, either because of her driving habits or the look in her eyes.

The medicine she took before going out seemed to be exerting its full force at this moment, and the feeling of drowsiness kept coming to her.

Her eyelids were drooping, and while she was half asleep, she vaguely saw him park the car on the side of the road and get out.

She thought he had his own business and didn't think much about it until she unbuckled her seatbelt before getting out of the car. Before she could say thank you, he handed over a small paper bag.

Song Shiwei was still a little confused. She lowered her head and slowly opened the paper bag. Inside were antipyretics and a thermometer.

And it’s the kind of cartoon temperature patch used by children.

"Your face doesn't look too good today. I felt your hands were a little warm just now." Ji Yanchen explained quietly, his dark eyes staring at the side of her face quietly, "Maybe you have a low-grade fever but you haven't noticed it yet. Go back and check your temperature. Then get some rest."

The slender white fingers paused in surprise, and then quickly folded the paper bag in the same direction.

"Thank you, I'll do it next time."

Song Shiwei thanked her and wanted to say something polite to repay the favor, but suddenly thought of the fact that the two of them had met four times in the past three days, it would be difficult to write a bad check, and she smiled with her eyes closed, "I'll treat you to milk tea next time."

There was a faint smile in his eyes, and he responded in a low voice: "It's a deal."

After watching her walk into the community, Ji Yanchen put away his eyes and drove back to his unit.

The team members have long been accustomed to his habit of returning after taking a break. Before he could sit firmly in his chair, Yan Hualang couldn't wait to get closer and asked mysteriously: "Brother Chen, I want to know when your true love will be." Show up?"

This rhetoric sounds a bit familiar.

Ji Yanchen's eyelids twitched and he raised his head warily.

Yan Hualang took out a crudely made booklet from his back, his eyes glaring: "Do you want your right fate to appear immediately and never miss it again? Do you want your marriage to be happy and grow old together? I have a way!"

Ji Yanchen: "..."

He frowned and took the thing out of the hands of the person in front of him, and turned over two pages: "What is this thing? Where did it come from?"

"The Propaganda Department just sent it over. Next week we will promote anti-superstition and anti-cult laws in the community. Let's send two people out."

Yan Hualang sat back on the table and said in a cheerful voice, "Who should I send, leader?"
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Song Shiwei didn't know what time it was when she woke up. The bedroom was quiet and dark. She lay there for a long time with her eyes half closed, slowly turning over, and her back was covered with sweat.

The body temperature has dropped now, but people are inevitably a little weak.

She stared blankly at the green light on the charging button on the bedside for a long time, then pulled out her phone and dialed the number.

"Du...du...hey, Shi Wei?"

Song Shiwei hummed and listened to the background sound on the other end of the phone: "Are you at home?"

"I'm out having dinner with our boss and a big client."

Hearing that her voice was a little low, the other party asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

She laughed and denied, "No, I just woke up and wanted to find a place to eat."

The person on the other side felt relieved and said, "Then your calculations are out of the question, or you can wait until I go back to bring you supper."

Song Shiwei sat up, rubbed her eyebrows and teased: "It's faster to take out. You go ahead and talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Shiwei put on her slippers and went to the floor to wash her face. When she came out, she turned on all the lights in the room and finally felt a hint of warmth.

She found a box of instant porridge from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave, but she still sat on the sofa with her arms folded and didn't move until long after the dinging sound ended.

Those narrow black eyes were dimmer than usual because of illness. They were very weak and cold. The tips of their eyebrows were slightly pressed, showing a world-weary attitude.

She hated being alone when she was sick.

When she was a child, she had poor health and had to take injections and medicine every now and then.At that time, she was still an only child and the apple of her parents' eye. Every time she was sick, no matter how busy they were, they would take turns to spend time with her. Whenever she opened her eyes, there would always be someone beside her bed, gently touching her head and asking if she was okay. Not feeling any better.

　Ji Yanchen: The other party is not a good match. Look at me. I am.

　　(End of this chapter)