Sure enough, as time went by, my son's mood gradually recovered?
There was a faint smile oozing out of the old lady's eyes.
But soon, the old lady felt something was wrong.
"weekly?"
The old lady walked into the bedside and asked, "Why do you look so ugly?"
"It's the legs-"
The old lady's voice stopped suddenly, and then she exclaimed, "Zhou Zhou, what's wrong with your face?"
"Why are you hurt?"
…
The loud sound ringing in his ears finally reunited Zhou Mingbao's distracted eyes.
His mind, which had gone blank, gradually began to have sounds and images.
"……mom?"
Zhou Mingbao murmured.
"Zhouzhou, what's wrong with you?"
The old lady looked worried.
"Why is your face hurt?"
"How did you get hurt?"
…
On the face?
Zhou Mingbao reached out and touched his face with some confusion.
Then raise your fingers to your eyes.
It was stained with little bits of blood.
Ah, I'm really hurt.
when?
Zhou Mingbao's brain was functioning a little slowly.
After a few seconds, he remembered the thunder and the debris that flew over with it.
…
"Scratched by debris."
Zhou Mingbao murmured.
In the quiet room, the old lady could hear clearly.
"Scarred by a splinter?"
"Okay, why did you get scratched by the debris?"
"And, where did it come from-"
The old lady subconsciously turned her eyes and asked, "Zhou Zhou, where is the bowl with the apples?"
"I threw it out."
Zhou Mingbao answered honestly.
"Thrown it out?"
The old lady was surprised, "Why-"
But after she uttered one word, the old lady stopped talking.
What else is there for?
My son is in a bad mood and breaks things not once or twice.
"Let's get a plastic bowl next time."
The old lady whispered.
...
"Then why are you looking so pale?"
The old lady was still a little confused.
The son's face was ugly not because he was in a bad mood, but because he was really pale, as if he had been greatly frightened.
"Isn't it true that your legs hurt?"
"Why don't you call the doctor over and take a look?"
As the old lady was about to press the call bell, Zhou Mingbao subconsciously explained, "My legs don't hurt."
"I just-"
Struck by lightning.
He swallowed what he said later.
Said he was struck by lightning?
It's so embarrassing.
He will never tell the second person.
…
"What happened to you just now?"
The old lady asked.
"nothing."
Zhou Mingbao shook his head.
"It's okay to be so pale? Zhou-"
"I-"
Zhou Mingbao was about to yell impatiently when the faint sound of thunder in his ears made his whole body tremble.
He looked out the window.
The sky was dark, the rain was pouring down, and the sound of "crackling" could not be heard.
The whole world is noisy, yet very quiet.
…
The old lady also followed Zhou Mingbao's actions and looked out the window, "It's raining so heavily."
The old lady sighed, "I wonder if your dad got wet?"
"Huh?"
The old lady let out a low cry.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Mingbao's heart trembled.
There was a hint of guilt and panic that could not be suppressed on his face.
"Your clothes are wet."
The old lady didn't notice the strange look on Zhou Mingbao's face.
All she could see was the wet clothes on her son's shoulders.
The old lady walked quickly and walked to the window sill and closed the window.
The hustle and bustle is isolated.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Mom just met an acquaintance in the hospital, so she said a few words."
The old lady felt a little regretful, "If I had known you would get wet, I would have come back earlier."
She almost understood why her son was so angry that he threw the bowl of apples.
He must have been waiting for a long time and she didn't come back, and he couldn't close the window, so he became angry.
She was also negligent. She clearly knew that her son could not be separated from others during this period, but she still stayed outside for such a long time.
...
Zhou Mingbao said nothing.
If he had had his past temper, he would have complained by now.
However, he glanced out the window with lingering fear.
Under the dim sky, you can see the branches swaying in the wind, like crazy demons dancing, adding a bit of eerie and gloomy.
There seemed to be a faint light behind the dense dark clouds.
The chaotic rain also reflected little glimmers of light.
Everything is ordinary.
But he was not sure if he opened his mouth, would another lightning strike strike him?
The thunderbolt before was already a stone's throw away from him.
If there is another thunder, he is afraid that he will really be struck by lightning.
He didn't dare to take risks.
This worry and fear prevented him from making any sound.
...
"Zhouzhou, are you angry?"
The old lady was a little surprised as she never heard her son's voice.
When her son was noisy before, she thought that even if it lasted only five minutes, she hoped that her son would shut up and not say a word.
Now her wish has come true.
She was a little uneasy.
what happened?
Being so quiet is obviously not his son's character.
"Are you really okay?"
The old lady asked again and again.
"I-it's okay!"
Zhou Mingbao tugged at the corner of his mouth.
But I was cursing in my heart.
Is he okay?
How could he be okay?
He was almost killed by lightning!
However, he pursed his lips.
He discovered that as soon as he opened his mouth, thunder would strike down.
However, Zhou Mingbao was a little confused. There was nothing wrong with the few words he just exchanged with the old lady.
at......
He was stunned.
Just when he was about to get angry, thunder sounded faintly.
So he suppressed his irritability and anger.
Could it be...
Zhou Mingbao had a thoughtful look on his face.
He is not a fool.
When he was studying, his grades were in the middle or upper reaches, if not among the best.
I was frightened by a sudden thunderstorm before.
Now that he thought about it carefully, he quickly made some discoveries.
That thunder... always seems to fall when he's angry?
When thunder struck for the first time, he was angry that no one came to close the window for him.
He was so angry that he threw the pillow away.
Then, the pillow was split.
...
Is this thunder... really not controlled by humans?
The next second, Zhou Mingbao curled his lips, knowing that he was out of his mind.
How could there be someone who could control thunder?
It's not a cartoon.
But......
All Zhou Mingbao's facial features were wrinkled together.
What a coincidence.
Could Lei understand what he said?
Every time he cursed or got angry, he fell down.
what is this?
What does Lei want to express?
Are you saying that he is wrong?
These days, is even Lei so inexplicable and nosy?
...
Zhou Mingbao's inner activities are very rich.
Even the expression on his face became much more lively.
This made the old lady look over strangely, "What's wrong?"