Wan Shouguang heard his son suddenly call himself, he was stunned suddenly, and then realized that his son was conscious, and he even recognized himself.

That is, his original guess was feasible, not only was Wan Cong resurrected, but he also retained the consciousness before his death, and did not completely change a person as he feared.

"Satoshi...... Cong Cong, you go back to ...... Coming back? Wan Shouguang's body trembled with excitement, and he turned his head tremblingly and shouted to the second floor: "Jialan, Jialan, son...... It's back! ”

Liu Jialan was guarding carefully in the bedroom, and at the same time pricked up her ears to listen to the movement downstairs, and at this moment she heard Wan Shouguang's shouts clearly, she suddenly showed surprise, and the strange jammer in her hand was not put down, and she quickly rushed out of the bedroom.

Downstairs in the dining room.

After Wan Shouguang asked, "You're back", Wan Cong nodded numbly, swallowed the food wrapped in his mouth with great difficulty, and squeezed out two words from his mouth: "I...... Hungry. ”

"Mmmm, I haven't eaten for a few days, I'm definitely hungry, I'm definitely hungry!"

Wan Shouguang nodded, ran to the side of the living room, poured a cup of hot water from the thermos pot, and carefully walked to the dining table with the glass and put it next to Wan Cong's right hand.

"You eat slowly, drink some water. If you don't have enough food, your mom will immediately go to the kitchen and make you another table. ”

"Son!" A cry of surprise and hoarseness came.

Liu Jialan ran downstairs with a bang, because she was in a hurry, a cotton slipper fell down the stairs, rushed to the dining room, and rushed to Wan Cong desperately, hugging him who was eating.

Liu Jialan's tears had already burst out of her eyes, and she said happily: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Son, mom misses you so much, mom misses you to death. ”

Wan Cong's mouth was full of food at this time, and while chewing, he grabbed his mother's shoulders with his greasy hands, and swallowed the food with great difficulty, before he spoke: "I miss you too." ”

After the words fell, his eyes shifted to the unfinished meal on the table again, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the celery fried meat on the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why don't you use chopsticks?" Wan Shouguang picked up his wife's slippers at this time, put them down, and turned around and went into the kitchen to get chopsticks.

Liu Jialan grabbed her son's arm and stopped: "The food on the table is cold, you want to eat, my mother will give you dumplings, there is still half a roast chicken in the refrigerator, I will heat it in the microwave immediately." You can't eat any of these on the table! ”

Wan Cong was stunned for a moment, nodded, and did not speak.

"Son, your hands are so cold, it must be too cold to sleep outside." Liu Jialan stood up distressed and walked to the kitchen.

Wan Shouguang just came out with chopsticks, and Liu Jialan said to him: "Go to the sofa and get a wool blanket for my son, and after eating, my son should take a hot bath." ”

"Okay, okay." Wan Shouguang nodded hurriedly, put the chopsticks on the dining table, and immediately went to get the blanket.

Wan Cong sat at the dining table, staring at the second old man without blinking.

After seeing Liu Jialan enter the kitchen, he seemed to have no memory of what he had just said, and lifted up half a plate of celery fried beef in front of him, because of the cold weather, the oil of this dish had condensed into a ball.

Wan Cong didn't care about this, he stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed a few bites, and the vegetable oil flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and he quickly ate it all.

Wan Shouguang brought the blanket, frowned when he saw him eating, put the blanket on Wan Cong's back, and said, "Your mother is cooking hot food for you, don't eat this." Come, rub your hands. ”

Pulled a few tissues and wiped Wan Cong's hands.

Then he sat down on the dining chair next to Wan Cong, stared at him with concern, and asked, "Son, are you still cold?" ”

Wan Cong shook his head.

"Do you remember where you came back from?"

Wan Cong looked at him, as if he was a little stunned, but his expression was very wooden, and then he shook his head.

Wan Shouguang said: "Then what do you remember now?" ”

Wan Cong lowered his head, as if trying to remember.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wan Shouguang carefully looked at his son's current appearance.

I saw that the leather shoes on Wan Cong's feet were stained with wet mud, probably because of the reasons along the way, the soles of the feet should have become clean, but there was still a lot of mud on the back, so that the carpet where Wan Cong was sitting had been soaked with water and dirty.

Looking at his son's hands and cheeks, they were very pale and bloodless.

Pulling out a tissue again to wipe the grease on Wan Cong's hands, Wan Shouguang took the opportunity to touch his son's hands.

It was icy and there was no temperature at all.

He simply pinched the pulse of Wan Cong's right hand, and at this moment, Wan Cong just looked at him expressionlessly, and did not withdraw his hand, let alone ask why.

After a while, Wan Shouguang let go of his pulse-pinching hand and stared at his son's eyes, a hairy feeling slowly welling up in his heart.

At this time, Wan Cong was also staring at him, without saying a word, the scene was silent.

"I ...... I turned up the indoor temperature a little higher. Wan Shouguang stood up and went to the living room to get the remote control.

After he left, Wan Cong focused on the food on the table again, took the two plates that had not been eaten yet, and continued to sweep away the food inside.

Wan Shouguang came back with the remote control in his hand, and when he saw this scene, he was stunned, but he didn't stop it, just stood aside and didn't say a word.

"Why are you still eating cold?" Liu Jialan walked out of the kitchen carrying half a steaming roast chicken, and when she saw this scene, she immediately blamed Wan Shouguang and said: "You too, you don't look at it when you are a father." ”

Wan Shouguang just grinned and didn't speak.

Wan Cong looked at the roast chicken in front of him, and soon started with his left and right hands, directly grabbed the chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, half of the chicken was left with only a chicken rack.

At this time, Liu Jialan had already gone to the kitchen to get dumplings.

Wan Shouguang sat down opposite Wan Cong again, and asked what he just said again: "Son, what do you remember in the end?" ”

Wan Cong shook his head: "It hurts, it hurts, and the others ...... I don't remember. ”

"When you woke up, you were lying in the dirt, don't you feel curious?" Wan Shouguang thought about it and asked.

Wan Cong looked at him, did not speak, and after a moment, continued to shake his head.

Liu Jialan brought out the dumplings at this time.

"Eat quickly, take a shower and rest after eating, you're already very confused." Wan Shouguang pointed to the dumplings and commanded.

Liu Jialan was full of energy at the moment, sitting on the other side of Wan Cong, smiling and watching Wan Cong take a bite of dumplings, and finish eating them after a while.

She reached out and shook the back of Wan Cong's hand, and then looked surprised: "Shouguang, the child's body is still very cold, is he sick?" ”

Wan Shouguang waved his hand at her lightly, signaling not to say anything for the time being.

"Go upstairs and take a bath in your own room." He said to his son.

Wan Cong nodded, stood up with a numb expression, and walked in the direction of the stairs.

At this time, the couple realized that their son's left leg was shortened, and he walked high and low, resulting in different dirt footprints on the ground.

They knew very well in their hearts that this was caused by Wan Cong's broken leg bone after the car accident, and in addition, in fact, his son's heart had also been poked out of a hole by the broken rib.

He limped upstairs and into his room.

"I'm going to get him a change of clothes." Liu Jialan was so excited that she was going upstairs.

Wan Shouguang gently grabbed her shoulder at this time, looked at the second floor, retracted his gaze, and then looked at Liu Jialan, who was a little stunned, and then said word by word: "Son...... There is no heartbeat. ”

"Ahh Liu Jialan looked at her husband in surprise, "Didn't you say that he could be resurrected?" He is now resurrected, and the good ones are right in front of us, how can there be no heartbeat? ”

Wan Shouguang shook his head, motioned for Liu Jialan to walk to the sofa in the living room with him, and said in a low voice: "I am already mentally prepared for this." In other words, when our Son is resurrected now, he is not like a normal person. I deliberately asked him something just now, and he basically doesn't remember what happened recently, but he remembers this home, remembers you and me, remembers where his own bedroom is. ”

Upstairs there was a faint sound of water being poured into the bathtub.

Wan Shouguang pointed to it and continued, "He still remembers how to put hot water in the bathtub. ”

"But my son doesn't have a heartbeat." Liu Jialan's voice choked, "Then our son, is he a normal person now?" ”

Wan Shouguang shook his head again: "Define it that way, a living dead man." I hope you, like me, should also be mentally prepared for this. As long as my son lives well by our side, can live a normal life, and continues to live well, I will be satisfied. ”

Liu Jialan muttered to herself: "Live...... Die...... Person?! ”

For a moment, she could no longer speak.

The two stood for a moment, Wan Shouguang held her shoulder, let her sit on the sofa slowly, and comforted: "You must have this understanding, my son is different now, but other places should not change, maybe he was silent just now, but it was also because he couldn't accept it for a while." We must realize before him, we must enlighten him well, let him know himself again. ”

"He, if he's a ...... The living dead, who ate so much just now, can they digest it? Liu Jialan said suddenly.

"I don't know." Wan Shouguang shook his head, and after half a sound, he squeezed out four words from his mouth, "It should be...... No. ”

Just when the two of them were in a trance, a voice came from the second floor.

"Mom, where's my pajamas?"

The two of them looked up at the second floor, and with a sudden shock, Liu Jialan immediately lowered her head, looked away, and replied: "Son, the pajamas were put away by my mother, not in the wardrobe, in the storage box outside the wardrobe, and you can find it out by opening it and turning it over." ”

After a pause, Liu Jialan still lowered her head and said, "Why don't you take a bath first, and Mom will come up to help you find ...... later."

"Okay." Wan Cong, who was standing in the corridor on the second floor, nodded calmly, turned around and walked into his bedroom.

At this moment, he was wearing nothing.

His fatal wound was exposed because he was undressed, a twisted and monished scar on his chest, and the muscles in his thigh were still upside down, but there was no blood.

Liu Jialan looked sideways at Wan Shouguang, Wan Shouguang also happened to move his gaze to her, and the couple looked at each other, feeling indescribably strange in their hearts.

My son was 18 years and 5 months old on the day of his car accident, and he was already an adult.

But now he walks around the house without clothes......

"Maybe he can't accept what is happening now, so he behaves a little unusually." Wan Shouguang guessed, and then ordered: "You go and clean up the dining room and kitchen, and I'll help him find pajamas." ”

……

The fourth day of the forum.

During these four days, Yan Junze followed Professor Di Zhiwen for two days, participated in three symposiums, and helped sort out several speech materials.

During this period, Di Zhiwen was afraid that he would feel too bored if he kept doing this, after all, Yan Junze was still just a student, so every other day in the middle, he would not have to follow him, and he could walk around the city alone.

Taking advantage of the rest time, Yan Junze went to Zhang Xiaomo's adoptive father Zhang Chengjing again, and in addition to buying some meeting gifts to visit, he also had dinner at Zhang Chengjing's house.

made a phone call to Zhang Xiaomo in front of Zhang Chengjing, and the two sides chatted very well and harmoniously.

Then Yan Junze learned about the specific situation of Wan Shouguang's family in the past few days from Zhang Chengjing's mouth.

Because of the accident that happened to his son, and Wan Shouguang had just led the team to overcome the research of the "Forbidden Phantom Helmet", the team gave Wan Shouguang a long vacation to let him rest and adjust his mood.

Originally, everyone thought that the two would go back to their hometown to live for a while, talk to relatives and friends, and let this sad time pass as soon as possible, but during this period, Wan Shouguang didn't seem to go anywhere, so he stayed at home all the time.

After thinking about it, Yan Junze asked Zhang Chengjing to call Wan Shouguang again, and Zhang Chengjing originally intended to ask how the master maker was doing, but he didn't refuse, and quickly dialed over.

However, the phone is turned off.

Zhang Chengjing pondered for a while, found Liu Jialan's phone number in the phone book, called her directly, and asked Wan Shouguang to answer after the phone was connected.

The two talked for a while, and Yan Junze could hear from the phone that Wan Shouguang was very polite to Zhang Chengjing, and he didn't have the slightest master's pretense.

After all, Zhang Chengjing is one of the founders of the Spirit Removal Team, a veteran-level figure, Wan Shouguang does not dare to slack off even if he is a master of magnetic knife making.

During this period, Zhang Chengjing deliberately pretended not to know, and asked: "The good friend I told you last time, did he contact you later?" ”

"Well, we've been on the phone......"

Wan Shouguang was about to continue, but was interrupted by Zhang Chengjing: "Maybe this little brother has a request for you, I know that you are also very sad during this time, but please take the time to help take a look." Let's take a look at the ones that don't matter first, and then help later. Thank you! ”

"Lao Zhang, you're polite." Wan Shouguang said: "It's nothing, as long as I can do it, there will definitely be no problem in helping him." Just ......"

"Then thank you in advance, well, I have a guest here, let's talk another day, I'll visit another day." As soon as Zhang Chengjing's words fell, he immediately hung up the phone.

Yan Junze held back his laughter, he suddenly found that he seemed to see someone's shadow on Zhang Chengjing's body at this moment, very similar.

Zhang Chengjing smiled, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at him with a smile and said, "Why is something wrong with the way you look at me?" ”

Yan Junze laughed and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Zhang Chengjing said: "It's okay, with my understanding of Wan Shouguang, you can find a chance to go over in the next two days, and he will definitely receive you." If he doesn't think it's complicated, he can do it within this month, but if it's too complicated, he might still be able to do it next month, as he told you before. ”

"Well, thank you, Uncle Zhang!" Yan Junze nodded.

……

The suburbs of Huaying District, 10,000 villas.

The son returned home after being "resurrected" in the early hours of the morning, so that Wan Shouguang and his wife never rested well, and they finally fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn.

slept until noon the next day, and when the couple got up, they found that their son's bedroom was open, but there was no one in sight.

After looking around the neighborhood and not seeing Wan Cong, when he was anxious, Wan Cong came back from the direction of his tomb, his face was expressionless, and he was still limping when he walked.

"Where have you been?" Liu Jialan asked anxiously.

"Over there." Wan Cong's tone was calm, he pointed to the back, walked to a pool next to the courtyard, turned on the faucet, stretched out his hands to the cold and biting water, and slowly washed his hands.

At this time, Wan Shouguang found that the nails of his son's hands were full of pitch-black soil.

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