The old lady's eyes widened, "Why is this window broken?"
"weekly."
Mr. Zhou's face darkened, "Did you smash it?"
When my son loses his temper, he throws things around and accidentally hits the window glass.
He rubbed his forehead.
He clearly felt that his son's mood had become much more stable.
Why did you start breaking things again?
Is he still a child?
When things don't go as he wants, he loses his temper.
Do you look a little adult?
…
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Mingbao suddenly turned around.
He was already close to the edge of the bed, and because of his excessive movements, his body tilted and he was about to fall to the ground.
"weekly!"
The old lady was shocked.
"careful!"
Mr. Zhou took a few steps forward and reached out to grab Zhou Mingbao's arm.
Zhou Mingbao himself also reached out and grabbed the bed rail, finally steadying his body that was about to fall.
…
"Zhouzhou, are you okay?"
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and trotted forward.
He looked his son up and down with a worried expression, "Did your leg get pulled?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Reckless!"
Mr. Zhou scolded him.
He helped his son back to lie down in the center of the hospital bed.
"How old are you?"
"Can't you be more steady when doing things?"
…
Zhou Mingbao leaned on the raised bed board.
"I didn't smash it."
But it answered Mr. Zhou’s previous question.
"Didn't you smash it?"
To be honest, Mr. Zhou was a little skeptical.
"You didn't smash it. How could this perfectly good glass break?"
The old lady also looked puzzled.
Yes, she had closed this window before.
At that time, she didn't see any sign that the glass was about to break.
…
"I really didn't smash it."
Zhou Mingbao's face turned a little pale.
The flushing caused by the previous cough has almost subsided.
Mr. Zhou and his wife didn't think much about it.
I thought my son looked ugly because he almost fell out of bed and was frightened.
…
"There was a lightning strike just now."
Zhou Mingbao told the truth this time, "It almost hit me."
"……ah?"
The two elders looked at each other, and then made hesitant sounds of uncertainty.
"A lightning struck in?"
"A thunder almost hit you?"
"Really?"
…
"Why did I lie to you?"
Zhou Mingbao became angry, "I still think it's fake."
Being struck by lightning or something...
They thought he liked it.
He felt embarrassed even saying it,
Because the timing of the thunder falling was so coincidental.
Each time it was when he complained about the guy who hit him.
It’s impossible not to think too much about it.
…
Mr. Zhou and the old lady walked to the window.
The wind howled.
Raindrops hit their faces in confusion.
They looked outside.
The sky was dark. I don't know if it was because of the dense dark clouds. The sky at this time made people feel a little low, giving off a somewhat depressing feeling.
"Just now……"
The old lady turned to look at Mr. Zhou, "Did you hear thunder?"
Mr. Zhou frowned, looking like he was trying to remember.
"like……"
"……Did not notice."
The old man smiled bitterly.
"There certainly wasn't one on my way here."
"It was only getting a little darker at that time."
"Later...when we arrived at the hospital..."
"Maybe we were indoors, or we happened to be in the elevator when there was thunder..."
"So you didn't hear it?"
Mr. Zhou made a conjecture.
"Well."
The old lady thought for a moment and then said with a somewhat surprised look, "It's very possible."
"But this thunder is too evil."
"Why are you hacking into the house?"
The old lady looked surprised.
She still felt a little unconvinced in her heart.
After all, "I've never heard of such a thing before."
"Thunder actually broke the window glass?!"
"No."
Mr. Zhou was also very emotional.
He turned to look at his son on the hospital bed, "Isn't it because your kid did something bad and was struck by lightning?"
Before Zhou Mingbao spoke, the old lady glared at Mr. Zhou unhappily, "What are you talking about?"
"What did my son do?"
"Still struck by lightning?"
"Has any father said that about his son?"
…
"I'm just talking."
Seeing that his wife was a little angry, Mr. Zhou sneered, "Nonsense, nonsense."
"It's not serious."
Mr. Zhou suddenly felt a little strange.
He thought for a few seconds before he responded, "Why are you so quiet?"
If it were before, this kid would definitely talk about him along with his mother, and he was so "fake and powerful".
What's going on here?
"Scared?"
An idea flashed in Mr. Zhou's mind.
He always thought that his son's pale face was because he almost fell out of bed before.
Now it seems that it was not only because of the accident, but also because of the fact that I was almost struck by lightning before.
…
"Can you not be scared?"
The old lady rolled her eyes at Mr. Zhou, "That's thunder."
"Thunder almost hit me, how can I not be afraid?"
"It's so dangerous."
"Yeah, it's really dangerous."
Mr. Zhou nodded, "Fortunately, my son is fine."
"You guys wait here for a while, I'll go find the hospital and ask them to replace the glass."
"It's still raining. How can we do this without glass in the window?"
Mr. Zhou shook his head and walked towards the door.
…
The old lady closed the curtains.
Although it will be blown open by the wind and some rain stars will leak in, it can be regarded as a certain shielding effect.
Then she walked to the bedside and comforted her son, "It's okay, Zhou Zhou."
"It was just an accident."
"Don't take it to heart."
Zhou Mingbao was silent.
He knew this was no accident.
It's not an accident either.
He has encountered the same situation many times.
He could no longer deceive himself.
Although he didn't want to believe it and thought it was ridiculous, maybe the fact that he bought fakes and... he wanted to take revenge on the buyer who broke his leg really made God angry.
I'm just so full.
He cursed secretly in his mind.
So many murderers came to trouble him instead of being struck by lightning.
God is really confused.
Although he felt very unhappy, he already had a shadow after suffering so much.
Just think about these words in your mind. He won't be stupid enough to say them and then cause a thunderstorm.
…
After Mr. Zhou left the ward, Xiao Xiao also left.
Reggae is done well.
There was nothing for him to worry about.
…
"Master Xiao Xiao, is this really useful?"
The little white fox expressed doubts.
Why does it look like a joke?
"Well."
Xiao Xiao pondered for a while, then his eyebrows slightly arched, "I don't know."
Little White Fox:......
The white snake sticking out its head:...
Xiao Xiao smiled, "Of course this won't bring about any earth-shaking changes in Zhou Mingbao."