Chapter 1006: Salted Fish Reborn (4)

Salted Fish Reborn (4)

Zhang Luo went to the bathroom.

Although going to the bathroom was just an excuse to escape from the situation just now, when you enter the bathroom, you often have a mentality of "since I'm here," and if you don't use it, you feel like you came for nothing.

And often at this time, you will find that the bladder will not let you come for nothing.

"……"

Zhang Luo finished urinating, went to wash his hands, and was startled by the cold water coming out of the faucet.

He was stunned.

Why is it so cold?

It's summer now, it's not bad if the water doesn't make you feel hot.

Then he remembered that Jiang Xiaoyu's family restaurant, in order to save water bills, used well water for tap water at this time—

The well was dug decades ago and has been used ever since.

These were all things forgotten for eight hundred years. If memory is really a house, it is definitely the kind hidden in the corners.

This dream—

Wait, this dream?

Just now that jolt, why didn't he feel like waking up from the dream at all?

Zhang Luo looked suspiciously at the mirror covered with water stains.

In the mirror, he was himself fifteen years ago.

To be honest, he was quite handsome.

Uh, no, that's not what I want to say—

Should be a dream, right?

But he had indeed never had such a realistic dream.

A person who dreams can realize that he is dreaming in the dream.

He was now absolutely sure that he was dreaming.

It's just that this dream was too realistic.

Every detail was there.

Even the red mark on his neck that he didn't know how he got was there.

If it wasn't impossible, he would suspect that he was reborn.

But, why is it impossible?

Because he didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that such a thing would happen?

"Reborn?" Liang Fengying looked at Zhang Luo with an expression of "what kind of ghost are you playing again, you stinky boy," "Are you having a fever?"

"No, Mom, do you believe there is rebirth in this world?" Zhang Luo was inexplicably trembling slightly because of the excitement in his heart at this moment, "Why don't you hit me? Let me see if it hurts."

Liang Fengying still looked disgusted: "Wouldn't it be that I just hit your head and made you stupid?"

"……" Zhang Luo widened his eyes suddenly.

Yeah, since he returned to this summer, Liang Fengying had already beaten him twice.

Every time it was a solid beating, hurting him until he bared his teeth!

Is it really painful?!

Zhang Luo stood up suddenly, eyes wide.

People at the next table looked at him incomprehensibly, not understanding why he suddenly made such a move.

Liang Fengying looked up at him, "Why did you stand up suddenly? Sit down."

Zhang Luo's cheeks were numb from excessive excitement.

He raised a hand, looked at his slightly trembling palm, and took a deep breath.

"Mom, I want to do something."

Liang Fengying looked at him with guard.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Luo: "I had a dream, in the dream, I practiced Iron Sand Palm, I feel like I really practiced it, I want to try—"

Liang Fengying: "What kind of wind are you drawing, if you want to draw wind, go home—"

Zhang Luo couldn't wait, slapped the table in front of him from top to bottom with a bang.

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

Zhang Luo and his mom let out a scream at the same time.

Everyone in the restaurant looked over.

Liang Fengying looked at Zhang Luo in horror.

Zhang Luo covered his hand, inhaling frantically, his face flushed, looking like he couldn't help the pain.

However, he was laughing.

He was still laughing very excitedly, and even, as he laughed, his eye sockets turned red, and crystal tears flowed out.

Liang Fengying was stunned.

She hurriedly grabbed the hand Zhang Luo used to slap the table and looked at it carefully, "Do you want to die, what kind of wind are you drawing?! Let me see, open your hand, let me see!" Zhang Luo opened his hand.

"Mom."

He looked down at Liang Fengying.

Liang Fengying stomped her feet in anger, looked up, glared at him, looking both anxious and distressed.

"It's okay." Zhang Luo said, "It doesn't hurt much."

Liang Fengying scolded: "If I see you reading those broken martial arts novels again, see if I don't beat you!"

Apparently, Liang Fengying had already blamed Zhang Luo's "brain drawing wind" behavior on martial arts novels.

Zhang Luo couldn't listen to Liang Fengying's reprimand at all now.

He hugged Liang Fengying.

"Mom."

Liang Fengying was stunned.

The people next to them were also stunned.

Among the people around, no one understood.

Not far away, Jiang Xiaoyu also looked at Zhang Luo with confusion.

Zhang Luo didn't remember how he ate this meal at all.

When he realized this wasn't a dream, he fell into a state of being in the clouds, floating, empty, his heart couldn't fall to the ground, and his hands and feet were the same.

He always felt this was fake, this was impossible.

Although he had already proven in his own way that this should be true.

The huge surprise was like a dream.

Can life really start over?

When Zhang Luo came back to his senses, he had already returned home with his mom.

Liang Fengying insisted on taking a thermometer to measure his body temperature.

Zhang Luo had no choice but to sit obediently under his mom's tiger-like eyes, and then put the thermometer in his armpit.

His dad came back at this time.

The key was inserted into the lock, click.

"I'm back! A big harvest today!" His dad's voice was full of joy.

Zhang Luo landed from the floating state in this sound and returned to reality.

"Dad?!" Zhang Luo stood up excitedly.

Liang Fengying raised her hand straight, pointed at Zhang Luo, and pressed down from top to bottom.

"Sit down honestly, don't move!" Liang Fengying's voice was full of bossy, unquestionable firmness.

Zhang Luo's body sat back reflexively.

However—

When Zhang Luo was twenty-four, his dad died of stomach cancer, and after that, he never saw his dad again.

No, can't say that.

Yes, can't say that.

How many times did his dad come into his dreams.

Zhang Luo looked at the familiar figure walking in with a joyful smile, tears streaming down his face.

"Dad!"

Zhang Zhiluo's footsteps stopped immediately.

"Son—" Zhang Zhiluo was confused, looked at Zhang Luo who was excited and tearful, and subconsciously turned to look at Liang Fengying—his wife.

Liang Fengying's whites of her eyes picked up slightly, "Knowing only to fish for your broken fish all day long! Do you know your son's brain is broken?"

Zhang Zhiluo gave two dry laughs and hurriedly put down the things in his hand, "Oh my, what happened? Son, did you make your mom angry again?"

He walked over and patted Zhang Luo on the back of his head lightly.

"A man should be a man, why do you make your mom angry, hurry up and apologize to your mom!"

Zhang Luo hugged his dad.

"This is—" Zhang Zhiluo was startled.

Indeed, fifteen-year-old Zhang Luo, how could he easily hug his parents?

This is not something fifteen-year-old Zhang Luo would do.

The next second, Zhang Luo's face changed drastically, he let go of Zhang Zhiluo, and let out a dry retch.

"Ugh—" ===== CHAPTER 1007 =====