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, just 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.
