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.
To be continued...