Mo Chen vaguely felt that there was something different in his mother's words, and Mo Chen hurriedly said, "But, Mom..."

As soon as the words were spoken, my mother's index finger blocked Mo Chen's lips and said, "Shh!"

Mom pulled Mo Chen into the quilt and said, "Now it's time for a good child to sleep. Be obedient! Don't think about anything, sleep well!"

After saying that, the mother showed a loving smile, walked to the door, and said softly to Mo Chen, "Good night." Then she turned off the light switch in the room and brought the door with her.

Mo Chen was the only one left in the dark room. He pulled the pillow in disappointment and leaned on it halfway.

My parents must have something to hide from him. Mo Chen thought this way, maybe his illness is really as his parents said, and there is no big problem. Or, this disease will not be fatal. Mo Chen repeatedly thought about his recent situation. Except for trying to remember the past, he would have a headache. Apart from that, he had no other discomfort symptoms.

Mo Chen recalled how he got along with his parents these days. They seemed to choose to avoid answering his questions whenever Mo Chen asked about his past.

"What happened in my past?" Mo Chen muttered to himself.

The more people can't remember anything, the more stubborn they want to think about it, and Mo Chen is the same.

I was destined to be unable to rest tonight, so Mo Chen simply crawled out of bed and gently pressed his ear against the door.

Through the gap below the door crack, there was a faint dim light. Mo Chen knew that his parents had not returned to the room to rest, so he stayed in the living room to talk.

"Will he remember?" Mo Chen asked in a low voice. Mo Chen could hear that his mother's voice was a little strange, as if she had just cried.

After a few seconds of silence, it was my father's voice. He whispered softly and said, "And, maybe!"

It was another long period of silence, and Mo Chen thought his parents had gone back to the room. Mo Chen glanced at the door, and the light was still there.

Mom suddenly started to sob, followed by father's sigh. Mo Chen was confused. He wanted to open the door immediately and ask his parents in person, what happened to him? It made his mother so painful, and his father lamented so much.

But Mo Chen did not do this. He knew that even if he questioned his parents in person, he would not get the desired result. Instead, it made his parents even more worried. They always pretended to be nothing happened in front of them. It was nothing more than thinking that Mo Chen knew how painful they were behind them.

A sour feeling appeared in Mo Chen's heart. He touched the corner of his eyes unconsciously. Forget it, he hid behind him. Instead of asking in person, it would be better to hide behind him so that he could find some things from his parents' conversation! Mo Chen thought so.

Mom's whimper gradually calmed down, and Dad comforted her not to cry, and advised her that thinking too much was just making things difficult for him.

After such conversations, Mo Chen heard his father say to his mother, "Let's go back to sleep! Don't think too much."

It seems that Mo Chen is a little disappointed when his parents' conversation ends here. So far, he has gained nothing.

Just as Mo Chen was about to give up and returned to bed, he suddenly heard his mother's vicious voice saying, "He will be retribution! It will definitely be."

Mo Chen's heart skipped a beat. Although his mother's voice was not loud, he still heard a strong hatred from his mother's words. It was a kind of hatred that he wished that the person in the conversation would be skinned and thrust the bones, which made Mo Chen's whole body cool.

Dad catered to it and said, "Yes, he will get retribution, will!"

The sound gradually became smaller and soon the sound of walking came. Mo Chen sighed and climbed back to the bed to cover it with a quilt.

Just as Mo Chen was just sleeping, the door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Mo Chen subconsciously closed his eyes.

Two or three seconds later, the door was closed again. Mo Chen breathed a sigh of relief. It was probably because his parents came to see him before returning to the room.

Who is he so hated by his mother? Mo Chen couldn't help but wonder.

Mo Chen's sob seemed to linger in his ears, and Mo Chen's heart was in a mess. What happened in the past time would make his parents today so painful.

"Little Master"!

This name suddenly flashed through Mo Chen's mind. Thinking about the tone of the little master talking to him on the phone at that time, she should have a very good relationship with him.

Mo Chen made up his mind that he would go to the school to ask the young master clearly as soon as it dawn tomorrow.

Mo Chen was thinking about it all, but still couldn't sleep. He quietly jumped out of bed again, turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, and rummaged through the cabinets.

Suddenly, he had this idea because Mo Chen wanted to search for things in his room to see if there were diaries and other things. Of course, he was sure that he had the habit of writing diaries.

Wardrobe, bedside table and even the small bookshelf above the computer-to-body table are neatly listed.

Did I ever be a very organized and tidy person? Mo Chen thought so.

He casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf, with the title of the book printed on the cover - "Appreciation of Locomotive Modification".

Mo Chen couldn't help but be stunned. He flipped through it casually. The contents in the book were roughly the motorcycle styles and functional introductions with pictures.

Mo Chen boredly put the book back to its original position and took another book. The title of this book was actually "The Scream of the Engine".

Mo Chen then flipped off several books from the bookshelf and found that each book was actually related to a motorcycle.

Many boys fall in love with special, exciting sports and events during adolescence. These are normal. Mo Chen looked down at himself. Will he really fall in love with motorcycles?

In addition to the books on the bookshelf, the wardrobe also surprised Mo Chen. The clothes in the wardrobe were neatly folded, but there were not many clothes. Looking at the card, it was like someone who had just moved to the temporary residence and did not carry all the clothes with him.

"Maybe...I'm thinking too much?!" Mo Chen comforted himself like this, maybe because his mind was abnormal, so that his current thinking was different from that of normal people, so he would think randomly! Mo Chen advised him like this.

After being tired of making trouble, Mo Chen returned to the bed and was sleeping with random thoughts.

The next day, when Mo Chen woke up, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

My parents had already had breakfast and watched TV in the living room. When they saw Mo Chen get up, their mother immediately ran back to the kitchen and re-warmed the breakfast reserved for Mo Chen and brought it to him.

While eating, Mo Chen chatted with his parents. Seeing that the time was almost right, Mo Chen said to his mother, "Mom, I want to go back to school today. I haven't been to class for so long, and I'm afraid my homework will be delayed."
Chapter completed!