Chapter 983

"Salted Fish Reborn" (4)

Zhang Luo went to the bathroom.

Although going to the bathroom was just an excuse to escape from the previous situation, once you enter the bathroom, you often have the mindset that since you're already here, if you don't use it, you'll feel like you came for nothing.

And often at this time, you'll find that your bladder won't let you come for nothing.

"..."

Zhang Luo finished relieving himself and went to wash his hands, shivering from the cold water coming out of the faucet.

He was stunned.

Why is it so cold?

It's summer now; it would be good if the water didn't make you feel hot.

Then he remembered that in order to save on water bills, the tap water in Jiang Xiaoyu's family restaurant was drawn from a well at this time—

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

These were things forgotten for eight hundred years; if memory were really a house, this would definitely be the kind hidden in a corner.

This dream—

Wait, this dream?

With that jolt just now, why didn't he feel like he was about to wake up from the dream at all?

Zhang Luo looked suspiciously at the water-stained mirror.

The person in the mirror was him fifteen years ago.

To be fair, he was actually quite handsome.

Uh, no, that's not what he meant—

It should be a dream, right?

But he had indeed never had such a realistic dream.

A dreamer can be aware that they are dreaming in a dream.

He was now absolutely certain that he was dreaming.

It was just that this dream was too realistic.

It had every detail.

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

If it weren't impossible, he would suspect that he had been reborn.

But, why would it be impossible?

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

"Reborn?" Liang Fengying looked at Zhang Luo with an expression of "what kind of ghost is this stinky brat up to again," "Do you have 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 at him with disdain: "Did I hit your head just now and make you stupid?"

"..." Zhang Luo widened his eyes suddenly.

That's right, since he returned to this summer, Liang Fengying had already beaten him twice.

Every hit was a solid beating, making him wince in pain!

It really hurts?!

Zhang Luo stood up abruptly, his eyes wide.

People at the next table looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly made such a scene.

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

"What do you want to do?"

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

Liang Fengying: "What kind of madness are you having, if you're having a fit, go home—"

Zhang Luo couldn't wait any longer, and with one palm, from top to bottom, he slammed it onto the table in front of him.

"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 shock.

Zhang Luo clutched his hand, inhaling frantically, his face flushed red, clearly in uncontrollable pain.

However, he was laughing.

He was laughing excitedly, and even, as he laughed, his eyes turned red, and crystalline tears flowed out.

Liang Fengying was dumbfounded.

She hurriedly grabbed the hand Zhang Luo had used to slap the table and examined it carefully, "Do you want to die, what kind of madness is this?! 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 heartbroken.

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

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

Clearly, Liang Fengying had already blamed Zhang Luo's "brain fit" 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 froze.

The people next to them also froze.

None of the people around understood.

Not far away, Jiang Xiaoyu also looked at Zhang Luo with a puzzled expression.

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

After he realized it wasn't a dream, he fell into a state of being in the clouds, floating, unreal, his heart couldn't land, and neither could his hands and feet.

He always felt this was fake, this was impossible.

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

A huge surprise, dreamlike.

Can life really be lived again?

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

Liang Fengying insisted on taking his temperature with a thermometer.

Zhang Luo had no choice but to sit obediently under his mom's fierce gaze and then tuck the thermometer into 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 cheerful.

It was in this sound that Zhang Luo landed from his floating state and returned to reality.

"Dad?!" Zhang Luo stood up excitedly.

Liang Fengying raised her hand directly, 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 down reflexively.

However—

In the year Zhang Luo was twenty-four, his father died of stomach cancer, and after that, he never saw his father again.

No, that's not right.

Yes, that's not right.

How many times had his father come into his dreams.

Zhang Luo watched that familiar figure walk in with a cheerful smile, and tears burst from his eyes.

"Dad!"

Zhang Zhiluo's footsteps stopped immediately.

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

Liang Fengying rolled her eyes, "All you know is fishing for your trashy fish! Do you know your son's brain is broken?"

Zhang Zhiluo laughed dryly twice and quickly put down the things in his hand, "Oh, what happened? Son, did you make your mom angry again?"

He walked over and gently slapped the back of Zhang Luo's head.

"A real man, why are you making your mom angry, apologize to your mom quickly!"

Zhang Luo hugged his dad.

"This is—" Zhang Zhiluo was startled.

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

This was 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—"