Perhaps because she had a good impression of me and was willing to meet me again, Zhou Qing quickly arranged for me to meet her mother.

Walking into the hospital ward, I saw this gray-haired old man, Ms. Zhou Yang.

She is emaciated, and her face is very similar to Zhou Qing, but she has aged a lot.

The face is vicissitudes, as if it has experienced the vicissitudes of the world. With a pair of gold-rimmed round-framed glasses, he quietly looked at the book in his hand.

It is a Chinese novel, called "Twin Earths 2058", which seems to be a new book this year.

I heard Zhou Qing say before that her mother was born in 1989, and this year is 2058, so she should be 69 years old.

And her face makes me feel far more than 69 years old.

I suspect that perhaps because of her years of physical research and exposure to radiation sources, she may have aged much more than the average person, and looked more like a 90-year-old man.

Seeing me and Zhou Qing coming, Zhou Yang put down the book in his hand and stared at me with excited eyes.

As soon as I got close to her, I smelled the familiar smell of Chinese medicine, which was the unique body fragrance of her and her daughter.

"You're here!"

She took my right hand in excitement.

"Hello Professor Zhou!"

I greeted politely.

"This is..."

Zhou Qinggang was about to introduce my identity to her mother.

"I know who he is! I've been waiting for him for a long time! ”

Her introduction was interrupted by her mother.

"You know me?"

I asked, confused.

"Although the face is different, I can feel that you are here!"

Zhou Yang continued to take my hand and look at me.

"My mother's brain degeneration is very serious, and sometimes she hallucinates, and she probably thinks you are someone else." Zhou Qing explained.

At lunchtime, the nurse came to feed Zhou Yang.

"I don't eat! I don't eat! I don't eat! ”

Zhou Yang is like an anorexic child, clamoring not to eat.

Ms. Zhou just didn't eat it, and still looked at me excitedly.

"Mom, you're good!"

Zhou Qing took the rice bowl in the nurse's hand, like coaxing a child,

"Don't! No! ”

Ms. Zhou Yang still didn't eat, still staring at me excitedly.

"I'll do it!"

I took the dishes and chopsticks from Zhou Qing's hand.

"Dr. Zhou, it's time to eat! Don't let your daughter worry! ”

I went to feed her, and she was finally willing to eat this time.

"Hey, it's evil! My mom rarely interacts with strangers, and she doesn't even talk to them! Looks like she really likes you! ”

Seeing Zhou Yang eating obediently, Zhou Qing sighed.

"When she gets better, maybe she can tell me about the Chinese born in 1990 in my body."

I said as I fed the food.

"Well, you were born in 1960!"

Ms. Zhou Yang said an inexplicable sentence while eating.

"Here you go!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a journal from under her pillow and handed it to me.

"Huh! Mom, am I your daughter? Your diary was never shown to me, but you gave it to an Englishman! ”

Seeing that my mother gave me the diary, Zhou Qing said to her mother unconvinced.

"He's not British, he's Chinese!"

Zhou Yang still said inexplicable words.

"Chinese?"

I looked at her suspiciously, and remembered that the Chinese woman suspected that I was his son, and I couldn't help but be in a daze.

"High nose bridge blue eyes, yellow hair and white skin, he will be Chinese?"

Seeing that I was in a daze and the atmosphere was embarrassing, Zhou Qing retorted to his mother.

"Yes, I'm confused again!"

Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly.