Lu Ziqian stared blankly at the white ward in front of him, and then looked at Mo Xiaodie who was holding him with a worried look on her face.
Bits and pieces of real life began to return to his mind.
Was everything just a dream? Or were those the past lives of him and Xiao Junuo?
Mo Xiaodie looked at her son with a blank look in her eyes, a look of dementia on her face, and her nervous hands began to tremble unconsciously: "Five treasures? Five treasures? Do you still remember who I am?"
Could it be that her son's brain was stimulated and he became stupid?
Lu Chenxu had the same idea as her, because they had never seen Wubao with such a dull expression.
Wubao Lu Ziqian had always looked calm and wise from the first time they met. His eyes had never been so dull as now.
"Zi Qian, I'm dad, do you remember?" Lu Chenxu held his son's hand with the same worried expression.
Lu Ziqian's vacant eyes slowly focused. The calmness on his face slowly returned.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry!" His voice returned to its previous coldness.
Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu breathed a long sigh of relief.
Mo Xiaodie quickly took out a bowl of millet porridge from the lunch box on the table: "Come on, Wubao, you have been in a coma for a week. The doctor said that you should eat some light millet porridge first and then eat slowly.
Staple food. We don’t know when you will wake up, so we prepare porridge every day!”
As she spoke, she took a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and was about to feed it to her son.
Seeing the haggard and worried expressions on his parents' faces, Lu Ziqian felt a little embarrassed: "Mom, no need, I can do it myself."
With that said, he took the porridge himself and slowly ate it in small bites.
Lu Chenxu and his wife saw that their son finally woke up and his mood slowly stabilized, and they felt a little more relaxed.
After Lu Ziqian ate half a bowl of porridge, he raised his head and asked hesitantly: "Mom, is there any news from Yangzhuang Reservoir?"
Even if Xiao Junuo really jumped in, he still wanted to find her body and bury her properly.
After all, in the dream just now, he vomited blood and fell into coma, and when he woke up, Junuo's family had already buried her.
After hearing her son's words, Mo Xiaodie's heart skipped a beat. She looked at her son, afraid that he would be stimulated again, and she didn't know how to answer.
Lu Ziqian looked a little calm at this time: "Mom, tell me, don't worry, I won't faint again this time!"
"That, Five Treasures." Mo Xiaodie glanced at Lu Chenxu and paused.
Lu Chenxu continued what she said: "Wubao, after a week of salvage at Yangzhuang Reservoir, we still haven't found the whereabouts of little Junuo. This is actually a good thing, maybe she is not dead at all. I remember you once
I said she can swim."
Lu Ziqian's hand holding the spoon paused, and after being silent for half a minute, he slowly took another sip of porridge: "Dad is right, we should think on the bright side of many things. Maybe little Junuo is really still alive.
!”
After he finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore, but drank the porridge in one mouthful, and then carefully handed the bowl back to Mo Xiaodie.
"Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while!"
Looking at their son lying silently on the bed, Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie looked at each other and quietly exited the ward.
Another week later, Lu Ziqian was discharged from the hospital.
After returning home, the other brothers were cautious and did not dare to say more, for fear that those words would irritate him again.
On this day, there is still half a month before school starts.
Their villa has been completely renovated. Together with Lu Zitian and the ten children of the Lu family, after visiting every villa, they are ready to return to their old home.
Lu Zili was very proud: "How's it going? Isn't my villa the most attractive and tasteful decoration?"
Momo smiled and rolled her eyes at him: "Second brother, I think your villa is the most poorly decorated and looks like a nouveau riche. You will be a movie star in the future. Your taste is really, really hard to describe!"
Lu Zili's eyes widened and he was unhappy: "Lu Zimo, you are jealous. You are jealous that we will live by ourselves soon. You are jealous of my mansion."
"Alas! I really have nothing in common with a person like you who has no knowledge or talent." Momo sighed and quickly stepped forward to hold Tiantian's hand.
"Tiantian, tell me, which of their villas has the most taste and beauty?"
Seven-year-old Lu Zitian blinked and pointed at Lu Zibai: "Brother Six, I like Brother Six's house the most. There are a lot of fun things there."
Lu Zibai looked at her with a dark look on his face: "Tiantian, those are all fitness equipment, not toys."
Lu Zitian stepped forward and took his hand: "Brother Six, I like your coffee table the most. It can hide a lot of snacks. Can you buy one for me too? Dad said I have to change my teeth and won't let me.
Eat candy, with that coffee table I can hide all the delicious candies in it!"
Lu Zizhong looked at Lu Zibai: "I asked you why you put so much effort into using that coffee table in the first place! Little Fatty Liu, it turns out you were just hiding delicious food! Don't you want to be a policeman?"
Lu Zibai felt a little embarrassed: "Don't listen to Tiantian, she is a little brat, what does she know!"
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of the old house. The newly renovated villa needed to be ventilated for three months before they could move in. Therefore, they decided to live in the old house for the time being.
Just as he was about to go in, Mother Lu and Mrs. Lu walked out from inside.
"Grandma, grandma, where are you going?" Lu Zizhong asked with concern.
"Go to the temple to offer incense. Are you going?" Mrs. Lu asked.
Who among the young people in the Lu family would believe this? Except for Lu Ziqian, almost all of them shook their heads instinctively and waved their hands: "We're not going. It's more fun to go back and check our phones!"
"You kids, what do you know!" Mother Lu rolled her eyes at them and prepared to help Mrs. Lu get into the car.
"Grandma, let me go with you!" Lu Ziqian unexpectedly rushed in front of her to help Mrs. Lu.
"Zi Qian, you——?" Everyone was surprised, but they quickly thought of something and stopped talking.
After arriving at the most popular temple in Yucheng, Lu Ziqian and Mother Lu worshiped the Buddha, burned incense, asked for a fortune stick, and then went to the host's room.
The host stared at the lottery for a long time before asking: "What does this little donor want to ask?"
"I want to ask if I still have a fate with the person I'm asking for?"
"Did the little donor remember some past lives that should have been forgotten when he was in a coma?" Mrs. Lu was a frequent visitor to the temple, and the host knew something about him.
After hearing what the host said, Lu Ziqian looked surprised and nodded after a long time: "Those should be the past lives of me and her! But, she said she didn't want to meet me again in this life."
He remembered what happened after Xiao Junuo jumped off the cliff in his previous life. He fell seriously ill, and after he recovered, he went to the temple and made a wish to lose 40 years of his life in exchange for his fate with Junuo in the next life.
Then, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cause of benefiting the people, and did hundreds of good deeds in a year.
He firmly believes that good deeds are rewarded with good deeds!
Later, at the age of twenty-three, he died suddenly on the road to provide relief.
The host smiled slightly: "Judging from this lot, the donor's efforts in the previous life were not in vain, and he will definitely get what he wants in this life!"
Lu Ziqian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed the host's hand excitedly: "Are you saying that Xiao Junuo is not dead at all?"
The host closed his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the secret of heaven must not be leaked!"