The next second, the old lady was stunned.

After all, a broken window is too obvious.

"This, this..."

The old lady's eyes widened, "Why is this window broken?"

“Zhou Zhou.”

Old Zhou's face darkened, "Did you smash it?"

My son is angry and he can smash things randomly, and accidentally hit the window glass.

He rubbed his forehead.

He clearly felt that his son's emotions had become much more stable.

Why are you starting to smash things again?

Is he still a child?

Once things don’t go well, you will lose your temper.

Do you look like an adult?

...

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Mingbao suddenly turned around.

He was already close to the edge of the bed and had to tilt his body and lean to the ground because of his excessive movement.

"Zhou Zhou!"

The old lady was shocked.

"careful!"

Old Zhou took a few steps forward and reached out to grab Zhou Mingbao's arm.

Zhou Mingbao also reached out and grabbed the bed pole, and finally stabilized his body that was about to fall.

...

"Zhou Zhou, are you okay?"

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and trotted forward.

He looked up and down with a worried look on his face, "Did you pull your legs?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Rust!"

Mr. Zhou scolded him.

He helped his son back to the center of the hospital bed and lay down.

"How old is it?"

"You can't be more steady when doing things?"

...

Zhou Mingbao leaned against the rising bed.

"I didn't smash it."

But he answered Mr. Zhou’s previous question.

"Didn't you smash it?"

To be honest, Mr. Zhou was a little suspicious.

"You didn't smash it, how could this glass break?"

The old lady also looked puzzled.

Yes, she closed the window before.

At that time, she didn't see any trace of the glass going to break.

...

"I really didn't smash it."

Zhou Mingbao's face turned a little pale.

The flush that had been coughing before has almost subsided.

The old couple didn't think much about it.

I thought my son looked ugly because he almost fell out of bed just now and was frightened.

...

"A lightning struck in just now."

Zhou Mingbao told the truth this time, "I almost hit me."

"……ah?"

The two old men looked at each other, and then they made an unconfident voice with hesitation.

"A thunder struck in?"

"A thunder almost hit you?"

"Really?"

...

"What am I lying 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 to say it.

Because, the time when the thunder fell was too coincidental.

Every time it was when he complained about the guy who hit him.

It doesn't matter if people don't think about it much.

...

Old Zhou, the old lady walked to the window.

The wind whistles.

The raindrops hit their faces in a mess.

They looked out.

The sky was dark, and I don’t know if it was because of the dense dark clouds. At this time, the sky felt a little low and felt a little depressing.

"Just now……"

The old lady turned to look at Mr. Zhou, "Did you hear thunder?"

Old Zhou frowned and looked like he was trying hard to recall.

"like……"

“…I didn’t pay attention.”

The old man smiled bitterly.

"I definitely didn't have it on the way."

"The sky was just a little darker at that time."

"There are...come to the hospital..."

"Maybe it was indoors, or when thunder was happening, we were just in the elevator..."

"So I didn't hear it?"

Mr. Zhou put forward a conjecture.

"Um."

The old lady thought about it and showed a look of a daze, "It's very likely."

"But this thunder is too evil."

"How do you chop into the house?"

The old lady looked surprised.

She still felt a little unbelievable.
To be continued...