Chapter 1423 Man's Conjecture

As time goes by, has my son's mood gradually recovered?

There was a hint of smile in the old lady's eyes.

But soon, the old lady felt something was wrong.

"weekly?"

The old lady walked to the bedside and asked, "Why do you look so bad?"

"It's the legs-"

The old lady's voice suddenly stopped, and then she exclaimed, "Zhou Zhou, what's wrong with your face?"

"Why are you hurt?"

……

The loud sound right next to his ears finally made Zhou Mingbao's scattered eyes focus again.

His blank mind gradually began to have sounds and images.

"……mom?"

Zhou Mingbao murmured.

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

The old lady looked worried.

"Why is your face injured?"

"How did you get hurt?"

……

face?

Zhou Mingbao reached out and touched his face with some confusion.

Then raise your fingers in front of your eyes.

There were spots of blood on it.

Oh, I'm really hurt.

when?
Zhou Mingbao's brain was working a little slowly.

After several seconds, he remembered the thunder and the debris that flew with it.

……

"I was scratched by the debris."

Zhou Mingbao murmured.

In the quiet room, the old lady could hear it clearly.

"Was it cut by the debris?"

"It's fine, how come you got scratched by the debris?"

"Besides, where did-"

The old lady subconsciously paused and said, "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 uttering one word, the old lady stopped talking.

Any other reasons?

My son is in a bad mood and this is not the first or second time he smashes things.

"Next time, I'd better get a plastic bowl."

The old lady muttered in a low voice.

"Then why are you so pale?"

The old lady was still a little confused.

My son's face looked ugly not because he was in a bad mood, but because he was really pale, as if he had received a huge shock.

"Is your leg really not hurting anymore?"

"Why don't we call a doctor to 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 the rest of his words.

Say that you were struck by lightning?
So embarrassing.

He would never tell anyone else.

……

"What happened to you just now?"

The old lady asked.

"nothing."

Zhou Mingbao shook his head.

"You're so pale, and it's okay? 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 and heavy rain was pouring down, with the sound of "crackling" endless.

The whole world is noisy, yet quiet.

……

The old lady also followed Zhou Mingbao's movements and looked out the window. "It's raining so heavily."

The old lady sighed, "I wonder if your father got wet?"

"what?"

The old lady uttered a low cry.

"what happened?"

Zhou Mingbao's heart trembled.

His face couldn't help showing a bit of guilt and panic. "Your clothes are wet."

The old lady didn't notice the strange look on Zhou Mingbao's face.

All she could see was her son's wet clothes on his shoulders.

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

The noise is shut out.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Mom just met an acquaintance in the hospital and talked a little more."

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 wanted to throw the bowl of apples.

He must have been angry because he had been waiting for her for a long time and she still hadn't come back, and he had no way to close the window.

She was also negligent. She knew her son couldn't leave home during this period, but she still spent so much time outside.

Zhou Mingbao said nothing.

If it were his usual temper, he would have started complaining by now.

However, he glanced out the window with lingering fear.

In the dim sky, you can see the branches swaying in the wind, like the dance of mad demons, adding a bit of weirdness and eeriness.

There seemed to be a faint light behind the dense dark clouds.

The chaotic rain also reflected a little light.

Everything is normal.

But he was not sure. If he opened his mouth, would another thunder strike him?

The lightning that had struck him before was already just inches away from him.

If there was another bolt of lightning, he would be afraid that he would really be struck by it.

He didn't dare to take risks.

This worry and fear made him unable to utter a single sound.

"Zhou Zhou, are you angry?"

The old lady felt a little strange because she hadn't heard her son's voice.

When her son was making noise before, she thought that even if it was just for five minutes, she hoped that her son would shut up and not say a word.

Now her wish has come true.

But she felt a little uneasy.

what happened?
It's obviously not my son's character to be so quiet.

"Are you really okay?"

The old lady asked again and again.

"I'm fine!"

Zhou Mingbao pulled the corners of his mouth hard.

But I was cursing in my heart.

Is he okay?
How could he be okay?

He was nearly struck to death by lightning!

But he pursed his lips.

He discovered that as soon as he opened his mouth, thunder would strike him.

However, Zhou Mingbao was a little confused, as there was nothing wrong with the few sentences he had just exchanged with the old lady.

at
He was stunned.

Just when he was about to lose his temper, thunder rumbled faintly.

So he suppressed his irritability and anger.

Is it
A thoughtful look appeared on Zhou Mingbao's face.

He's not a fool.

When he was in school, his grades were in the upper middle level, if not the best.

I was frightened by the sudden thunder before.

Now thinking back carefully, he soon made some discoveries.

That thunder always seems to fall when he gets angry?

When lightning struck for the first time, he was annoyed that no one came to close the window for him.

He was so angry that he threw the pillow away.

Then, the pillow was split.

Is it true that this thunder is not controlled by humans?
The next second, Zhou Mingbao curled his lips, realizing that he was just daydreaming.

How could there be someone who could control falling lightning?

It's not a cartoon.

but
All of Zhou Mingbao's facial features were wrinkled together.

What a coincidence.

Could Lei understand what he said?

It always fell down when he was cursing and getting angry.

what is this?
What does this thunder want to express?
Are you saying he is wrong?
Nowadays, even Lei is so inexplicably nosy?

Zhou Mingbao's mind was full of thoughts.

Even the expressions on his face became much more lively.

The old lady looked over again in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?"

"Mom, help you go to the toilet"

"No."

Zhou Mingbao rolled his eyes and said, "I'm fine."

"Okay, I'm going to rest."

"Mom, you should go home and rest too."

He started to "drive people away".

　ps: Thank you Yaosu~ for the reward (*︶*)!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)