In the next few days, Mo Chen spent the next few days, and the doctor would check in at a fixed time every day and ask about Mo Chen's condition.

Mom and dad were by Mo Chen's side all day long. Although his memories of his parents were blank, Mo Chen was very moved.

Mo Chen felt that he was getting more and more energetic day by day. The doctor said that after observing for another two or three days, Mo Chen would be discharged from the hospital.

But there is one thing that I have been thinking about in Mo Chen's heart and never get a clear explanation, which is what disease did I have? Whenever I ask my parents, they always make excuses Mo Chen on the grounds that they can't learn professional terms clearly, and directly ask the doctor, the explanation is more confusing than the parents' explanation. For Mo Chen, some nouns that are like foreign languages ​​pop up from the doctor's mouth, causing Mo Chen to no longer want to ask the doctor what disease he has.

Mo Chen sorted out the part he understood. It was probably because he had a strange disease during the summer vacation not long ago and had a high fever. Later, after being sent to the hospital for rescue, he finally woke up. After that, he could not remember what had happened before. The only thing he remembered was his own name.

Two or three days later, Mo Chen was finally discharged from the hospital. He returned home with his parents. During the entire hospitalization period, his parents never gave him his cell phone. The reason for his parents was that the doctor said that Mo Chen needed rest and was not allowed to play with his cell phone.

After returning home, Mo Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was lying in bed all day these days, making him almost think that he was a terminally ill patient and would be depressed like a world soon.

Dad gave Mo Chen a new mobile phone, which is the most popular new model of a fruit mobile phone. Dad said that this was to celebrate the gift Mo Chen gave him after he was discharged from the hospital.

Mo Chen was very happy, as happy as every child who received a gift. When Mo Chen opened the screen and saw a brand new standby screen, Mo Chen couldn't help but be stunned.

Mo Chen said to his father, "Dad, give me my original cell phone."

Dad was puzzled and thought Mo Chen didn't like the style of the new phone. He said embarrassedly, "Don't blame Dad, Dad is old and doesn't understand the preferences of you young people. I heard from your Uncle Guang that his little baby is clamoring for this phone all day long, and I thought you would also like it."

Looking at my father's lost and helpless expression, Mo Chen felt sad, and he hurriedly explained, "No, dad! I like it very much. But... my classmate and teacher's phone numbers should be in my original old phone."

Dad slapped his forehead, "Oh, that's it, look, I forgot about this." After saying that, Dad turned around and walked out of Mo Chen's door, shouting to the mother in the kitchen, "Boy, where did you put our son's old phone? He is looking for his classmate's phone number."

Mo Chen followed him to the living room and saw his mother wearing an apron running out of the kitchen, probably washing vegetables, and her mother's hands were wet.

Mom said, “Isn’t the old phone useless?”

Mo Chen was about to explain, but his father spoke first. He pointed at Mo Chen and said to his mother, "Son, classmate, the teacher's phone is stored in the old phone. Where have you put it? Get it."

Mom looked at Mo Chen in a daze, and then at his father. Dad impatiently urged him, "What are you thinking? Come on!"

Mom smiled at Mo Chen with embarrassment, "You can ask your classmates for the phone number again, right?"

Mo Chen was stunned, and his father suddenly shouted, "If you ask you to take it, why are you slowing down!"

Mom became angry immediately. She just looked at Mo Chen's loving eyes. When she looked at her father in a flash, she became fierce. Mom yelled at her father two times, "You shout a p?! If I can bring it, I will talk nonsense to you?"

After a few conversations between parents, Mo Chen determined who the highest status of his family was.

My father moved his lips in a weak voice, but he didn't say a word and sat on the sofa in a disgusting manner.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was a little cold, and Mo Chen asked weakly, "So...Mom, why are you... that phone?"

A woman changes her face faster than reading a book, regardless of age. Her mother looked at Mo Chen with a sorry voice and said softly, "Baby son, mom is sorry for you. I thought that phone was useless, so...

I got the morning market to repot it."

"Dimme." Mo Chen then said, but his parents' reaction was extremely nervous. His father stood up and ran towards Mo Chen. His mother even hugged Mo Chen's arm. They asked Mo Chen with concern if he was uncomfortable again.

Mo Chen was a little flattered. He hurriedly explained that he said he was dizzy, not really dizzy, but a popular word for young people. He was sighing that the mother used his mobile phone to refill the basin, which made him speechless.

My parents finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then my father advised Mo Chen not to be angry with my mother because of this little thing. The phone number is gone, and when Mo Chen returns to school, he can ask for it again from his classmates.

It's not a very serious matter. Of course Mo Chen wouldn't care too much. He just had a little regret. Because he originally planned to call the "little master" and ask her about his past.

Dad reminded his mother to go to cook quickly, and then he went back into the kitchen. Accompanied by the jingling sonata of pots and pans, a fragrant table of dishes was served on the dining table.

These days, my parents are in the hospital to accompany Mo Chen, and they can't eat well and sleep well. Both of them are much more haggard.

Mo Chen felt very guilty. He could tell that his parents really loved him. For the two old men, his existence was the meaning of their lives.

So, Mo Chen tried hard to show his health, sunny and relaxed appearance throughout the night, and he no longer wanted to worry about his parents.

The rare pleasant atmosphere at home was not until very late, and my parents urged Mo Chen to go to bed and rest. Mo Chen obeyed very well, but his mother thought he was a child who had not grown up and insisted on accompanying him. She watched him go to bed and helped Mo Chen cover him with a quilt.

This kind of life that is regarded as a "baby" made Mo Chen laugh and cry, but he could not politely reject his parents' kindness, after all, they care so much about him.

Mom said to Mo Chen softly, "Be good, sleep well, don't think about anything."

The more my mother said this, the more Mo Chen wanted to ask her something, so Mo Chen hesitated and asked, "Mom! Did the doctor tell you when can I remember the past?"

My mother's hand covering the quilt stopped, and her brows frowned slightly, but in just a moment, her mother regained her love expression.

Mom gently stroked Mo Chen's cheek, and her voice suddenly became hoarse. She said meaningfully, "Baby, some things... are better to remember. As a person, you have to look forward, there is no need to worry about things that have passed."
Chapter completed!