As expected, over time, has my son's emotions gradually recovered?

A faint smile oozed out of the old lady's eyes.

But soon, the old lady felt something was wrong.

“Zhou Zhou?”

The old lady walked into the bed, "Why is her face so ugly?"

"It's the leg-"

The old lady's voice stopped abruptly, and then she exclaimed, "Zhou Zhou, what's going on with your face?"

"Why are you injured?"

...

The loud noise that rang in my ears finally made Zhou Mingbao's dissipated eyes regain their concentration.

His brain, which was trapped in a blank space, gradually had sounds and pictures.

"……mom?"

Zhou Mingbao murmured.

"Zhou Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

The old lady looked worried.

"Why are you injured on your face?"

"How did you hurt?"

...

On the face?

Zhou Mingbao reached out and touched his face in confusion.

Then raise your finger in front of you.

There were some blood stains on it.

Ah, I'm really hurt.

when?

Zhou Mingbao's brain was a little slow to operate.

A few seconds later, he remembered the thunder and the fragments that flew over.

...

"Scratched by debris."

Zhou Mingbao murmured.

The old lady heard clearly in the quiet indoors.

"Scratched by debris?"

"Okay, how could I get scratched by the debris?"

“And, where did it come from-”

The old lady subconsciously turned her eyes and paused, "Zhou Zhou, where is the bowl that holds apples?"

"I threw it out."

Zhou Mingbao answered honestly.

"Twisted?"

The old lady was surprised, "For-"

But when he spit out a word, the old lady stopped talking.

What else is there for why?

My son is in a bad mood and he has smashed things once or twice.

"Next time, get a plastic bowl."

The old lady muttered in a low voice.

......

"Why is the face so pale?"

The old lady was still a little confused.

The son's face looked ugly not because of his bad mood, but because he was really pale, as if he was greatly frightened.

"Don't your legs hurt?"

"Why would you better ask the doctor to come and have a look?"

As the old lady said that, she was about to press the call bell. Zhou Mingbao subconsciously explained, "My leg doesn't hurt."

"I just-"

Hit by lightning.

He swallowed the latter words back to his stomach.

Say you were struck by lightning?

Too embarrassing.

He would never tell the second person.

...

"What's wrong with you just now?"

The old lady asked.

"nothing."

Zhou Mingbao shook his head.

"It's okay if your face is so pale? Zhou-"

"I-"

Zhou Mingbao was about to roar impatiently, and the vague thunder sounded in his ears made his whole body tremble.

He looked out the window.

The dark sky was pouring rain poured down, and the sound of "crackling" was endless.

The whole world is noisy, but quiet.

...

The old lady also followed Zhou Mingbao's movement and looked out the window, "It's so rainy."

The old lady sighed, "I wonder if your dad has any of the water?"

“Huh?”

The old lady let out a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Mingbao's heart trembled.

A little guilty and panic appeared on his face uncontrollably.

"Your clothes are wet."

The old lady did not notice Zhou Mingbao's strange expression.

Her eyes only had clothes that were wet on her son's shoulders.

The old lady walked a few steps quickly, walked to the windowsill and closed the window.

The noise is isolated.

There was a moment of silence inside.

"My mother just met an acquaintance in the hospital, so she said a few more words."

The old lady was a little regretful, "I would have been back early if I had known you would have been wet."

She almost understood why her son was so angry that he wanted to throw the bowl of apples.

It must have been waiting for her to come back for a long time, and she couldn't close the window, so she became angry.

She was also negligent. She knew that her son could not live without people during this period, but she had been delaying for so long outside.

......

Zhou Mingbao didn't say anything.
To be continued...