Si Ningning glanced at his miserable hands. Considering some circumstances, she hesitated and said, "The situation is special. Let's forget about anything else. Song Zhiqing, can you show me your hands?"

Other female educated youths agreed: "Yes, we are all our own. Does it hurt or something? Let's see if we can handle it."

Song Shuhan said "hmm" and shyly put his palm in front of Si Ningning.

Three of the four blisters on the palms were broken, and the skin was torn. Due to the special position, the first palm print close to the fingers could not be seen clearly. Si Ningning frowned and got goosebumps on both arms.

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Song Shuhan apologized: "Did it scare you? In fact, it's not very painful, it's just itchy."

One by one, their hands were like this, and they couldn't handle each other. They originally thought of enduring it, but they were so uncomfortable that they couldn't sleep, so they hesitated for a long time before coming here.

Si Ningning nodded. Just now she raised Song Shuhan's hand and looked at the kerosene lamp. She saw a lot of white thorns, which should be the problem caused by those small thorns.

You have to find a way to pick them out.

Si Ningning sat next to Song Shuhan, holding Song Shuhan's hand and thinking about a solution, while a few steps behind her, Li Lingyuan turned his head to look at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei is very tall, estimated to be around 184, which is half a head taller than Li Lingyuan. At this moment, his eyebrows are slightly raised, and his starry eyes are looking at the backs of Song Shuhan and Si Ningning who are smiling so hard that they can't see their eyes. Under the dim light

Bottom and side face, the jaw line is particularly sharp and cool.

Li Lingyuan raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, but it was too painful. He stretched it out and retracted it. He thought for a moment and then said: "Well, um, Si Zhiqing..."

"Huh?" Si Ningning responded without looking back.

Li Lingyuan glanced at Mo Bei calmly from the corner of his eye, "Why don't you show it to Boss Mo first? Song Shuhan doesn't feel hurt, but Boss Mo does."

Song Shuhan and Mo Beiqi turned to look at Li Lingyuan. The former suppressed his smile, while the latter frowned even more tightly. The same words came to their minds: Brother, I thank you.

Li Lingyuan winked at Mo Bei proudly, his expression seemed to say: Boss Mo, I am smart!

Si Ningning didn't think too much and looked at Xu Shuhua and others: "Let's help together!"

"Um...ok."

Xu Shuhua and the others stepped forward. Song Xiaoyun considered it for a moment, then took small steps towards Mo Bei, "That, that, Mo Zhiqing, you, your hands..."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Bei put his hands in front of his knees and said in a cold voice, "Let's show them first."

Song Xiaoyun moved her lips, paused, and turned her head to look at the table. There were four male and female educated youths each. Mo Bei didn't need her. The other three male educated youths also had people around them and didn't need her at all.

Song Xiaoyun stood there, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

Si Ningning got up at this moment, went back to the room, groped for a while and took out a sewing kit, "Shuhua, help them pick their thorns first, and I'll boil some water."

After saying this, he looked at Song Xiaoyun again and said, "Xiaoyun, Song Zhiqing will leave it to you."
Chapter completed!