MTL - I Can Rewind-Chapter 369 Resurrection (2)

  Chapter 369 Resurrection (2)

  Wan Shouguang was taken aback when he heard his son calling him suddenly, and then realized that his son was conscious and even recognized him.

   That is to say, my original guess was feasible. Not only did Wan Cong come back to life, but he also retained the consciousness of his previous life, and he did not completely change into a different person as he feared.

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

Liu Jialan was taking precautions in the bedroom, and at the same time she was listening to the movement downstairs. At this moment, she could hear Wan Shouguang's shout clearly. bedroom.

  In the dining room downstairs.

  After Wan Shouguang asked "You are 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."

   "Hmm, I haven't eaten for a few days, I must be hungry, I must be hungry!"

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

   "Eat slowly and drink some water. If there is not enough food, your mother will immediately go to the kitchen and make another table for you."

   "Son!" came a hoarse cry of surprise.

Liu Jialan ran downstairs in a hurry, a cotton slipper ran off the stairs, rushed to the dining room, threw herself in front of Wan Cong desperately, and hugged him who was eating .

   Tears welled up in Liu Jialan's eyes, and she said happily: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back! Son, Mom misses you so much, Mom misses you so much."

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

   After finishing speaking, his eyes shifted to the unfinished food on the table again, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the fried meat with celery 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 to the kitchen to get chopsticks.

Liu Jialan grabbed her son's arm and stopped her: "The food on the table is cold. If you want to eat, Mom will make dumplings for you. There is still half a roast chicken in the refrigerator. I will heat it in the microwave right away. These are not allowed to be eaten!"

   Wan Cong was stunned for a moment, then nodded, but 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, Liu Jialan said to him: "Go to the sofa and get a wool blanket to cover my son. After eating, my son should take a good hot bath."

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

  Wan Cong sat at the dining table, staring at the second elder as he went about his business without blinking.

  After seeing Liu Jialan enter the kitchen, he seemed to have forgotten what he said just now, and lifted up the half plate of fried beef with celery in front of him. Because of the cold weather, the oil on this plate had already condensed into a ball.

  Wan Cong didn't care about these things, he just stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and the vegetable oil flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he ate it up quickly.

  Wan Shouguang brought a blanket and frowned when he saw him eating. He put the blanket on Wan Cong's back and said, "Your mother is cooking hot food for you. Don't eat these. Come on, wipe your hands."

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

   Immediately 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 did you come back from?"

  Wan Cong looked at him, seemed a little stunned, but his expression was dull, and 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 pair of leather shoes on Wan Cong's feet were covered with wet mud. It may be because of the reason of walking all the way. The soles of the feet should have become clean, but there is still a lot of mud on the back of the shoes, making the carpet where Wan Cong sits wet. Already soaked in water, a piece of dirty.

  Looking at his son's hands and cheeks again, they were very pale, without a trace of blood.

   Taking another tissue to wipe the greasy hands of Wan Cong, Wan Shouguang took this opportunity to touch his son's hands.

  It is very cold, without any temperature.

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

   A moment later, Wan Shouguang let go of his pulse-pinching hand, stared into his son's eyes, and slowly felt a hairy feeling in his heart.

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

   "I... I will increase the indoor temperature." 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 remaining two unfinished plates, and continued to clean up the food inside.

  Wan Shouguang came back with the remote control in his hand. After seeing this scene, he was taken aback, but he didn't stop him. He just stood aside without saying a word.

"Why are you still eating cold food?" Liu Jialan happened to come out of the kitchen carrying half a steaming roast chicken. When she saw this scene, she immediately blamed Wan Shouguang: "You too, as a father, you don't even look at it." Son."

   Wan Shouguang just grinned, but did not speak.

  Wan Cong looked at the roast chicken in front of him, and quickly moved his left and right hands, grabbed the chicken off, and stuffed it into his mouth frantically.

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

   At this time, Liu Jialan has already gone to the kitchen to scoop up dumplings.

  Wan Shouguang sat down opposite Wan Cong again, and asked what he had just said: "Son, what do you remember last?"

  Wan Cong shook his head: "It hurts, it hurts, I don't remember anything else."

   "When you woke up, you were lying in the dirt. Aren't you curious?" Wan Shouguang asked after thinking for a while.

  Wan Cong looked at him without speaking, and continued shaking his head after a while.

  Liu Jialan brought out the dumplings at this time.

   "Eat quickly, take a shower and rest after eating, you are already very confused." Wan Shouguang pointed at the dumplings and instructed.

  Liu Jialan was full of energy at the moment, sitting on the other side of Wan Cong, smiling as she watched Wan Cong take a bite of each dumpling, and finished it in a short while.

  She stretched out her hand and shook the back of Wan Cong's hand, and then showed surprise: "Shouguang, the child's body is still very cold, is he sick?"

   Wan Shouguang waved his hand lightly to her, signaling not to speak for now.

   "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 towards the stairs.

  The couple discovered at this time that the son's left leg was short, and when he walked, he went up and down, which caused the dirt footprints on the ground to be different.

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

   Limped upstairs and walked into his room.

   "I'll go get him some clothes to change." Liu Jialan was also going upstairs excitedly.

  Wan Shouguang gently grabbed her shoulder at this time, looked at the second floor, turned his eyes away, and then looked at Liu Jialan who was a little astonished, and said word by word: "Son... no heartbeat."

   "Ah!" Liu Jialan looked at her husband in surprise, "Didn't you say that he can be resurrected? He has been resurrected now, and he is right in front of us, why is there no heartbeat?"

Wan Shouguang shook his head, motioned for Liu Jialan and himself to go to the sofa in the living room, and said in a low voice, "I have already prepared for this. That is to say, our son is different from ordinary people after his resurrection. Just now I deliberately Ask him a few things, he doesn't remember much of what happened recently, but he remembers this home, you and me, where his own bedroom is."

  There was the faint sound of water being poured into the bathtub from upstairs.

   Wan Shouguang pointed to the top, 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 up, "Then, is our son a normal person now?"

Wan Shouguang shook his head again: "Let's define it this way, a living dead person. I hope you, like me, also have this mental preparation. As long as my son lives by our side, can live a normal life, and continue to live well, I will I am satisfied."

  Liu Jialan muttered to herself: "Live... dead... people?!"

  For a while, she couldn't speak anymore.

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

   "He, if he is... a living dead person, would he be able to digest so much food just now?" Liu Jialan asked suddenly.

   "I don't know." Wan Shouguang shook his head, and after a while, he squeezed out four more words, "Should...not."

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

   "Mom, where's my pajamas?"

The couple looked up to the second floor, and there was a sudden shock. Liu Jialan immediately lowered her head, looked away, and replied: "Son, mom put away the pajamas, not in the closet, but in the storage box outside the closet. You can find it by flipping through it.”

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

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

  At this moment, he is naked and has nothing on.

  Because he wasn't wearing any clothes, his fatal wound was exposed. On his chest was a horribly twisted scar that had been patched up. The muscles in the thigh wound were still turned up, but there was no blood.

  Liu Jialan looked sideways at Wan Shouguang, and Wan Shouguang just shifted his gaze to her. The husband and wife looked at each other, feeling an unspeakable weirdness in their hearts.

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

  But now he is walking around the house without clothes...

   "Maybe he can't accept the current situation, so his behavior is a little abnormal." Wan Shouguang guessed, and then ordered: "Go and clean up the dining room and kitchen, and I will help him find pajamas."

  …

  The fourth day of forum exchange.

  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 doing this all the time. After all, Yan Junze was only a student now, so he would let him go around the city by himself every other day without following him.

  Using the rest time, Yan Junze went to Zhang Xiaomo's adoptive father, Zhang Chengjing, again. In addition to buying some gifts to visit, he also had dinner at Zhang Chengjing's house.

  Called Zhang Xiaomo in front of Zhang Chengjing, and the two chatted happily and harmoniously.

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

  Because his son had an accident, and Wan Shouguang had just led the team to conquer the research on the "forbidden magic helmet", so the team gave Wan Shouguang a long vacation to let him rest and adjust his mood.

  At first, everyone thought that the couple 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 Wan Shouguang didn't seem to go anywhere during this period, and just stayed at home.

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

   But the phone is off.

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

  The two chatted for a while, and Yan Junze could tell from the phone that Wan Shouguang was very polite to Zhang Chengjing, without any airs of a master.

  After all, Zhang Chengjing is one of the founders of the Spirit Eliminator team, a figure of veteran rank, even if Wan Shouguang is a master of making magnetic knives, he would not dare to neglect him.

   During the period, Zhang Chengjing deliberately pretended not to know, and asked: "The good friend I told you about 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 something to ask for you. I know you are having a hard time, but I still ask you to spare some time to help. It doesn't matter if you take a look first." Yes, I can help you later. Thank you!"

   "Old Zhang, you are welcome." Wan Shouguang said: "It's nothing, as long as I can do what I can, there must be no problem in helping him. It's just..."

   "Thank you in advance. Well, I have a guest here. Let's talk another day. I will come to visit another day." Zhang Chengjing hung up the phone immediately after finishing his sentence.

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

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

  Yan Junze laughed, and quickly looked away.

Zhang Chengjing said: "Okay, from what I know about Wan Shouguang, you can find an opportunity to go there in the next two days, and he will definitely receive you. If he thinks it is not complicated to build this umbrella, maybe within this month It can be done, but if it is too complicated, it may still be done next month as he told you before."

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

  …

  In the suburbs of Huaying District, Wanjia Villa.

  The son returned home after being "resurrected" in the early hours of the morning, which made Wan Shouguang and his wife unable to rest well. They finally fell asleep in a daze at dawn.

   Sleeping until noon the next day, the old couple woke up and found that the son's bedroom was open, but there was no one in sight.

  I searched around but didn't see Wan Cong. When he was anxious, Wan Cong came back from his grave with a blank expression on his face and still limped when he walked.

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

   "Over there." Wan Cong said calmly, pointed to the back, walked to a pool by the courtyard, turned on the faucet, stretched his hands under the icy cold water, and washed his hands slowly.

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

  (end of this chapter)