Adorable Collection Order: Mr. Lu, Your Nine Sons Shocked the World

Lu Ziqian stared blankly at the snow-white ward in front of him, and then looked at Mo Xiaodie, who was holding him with a worried look on his face.

Bits and pieces of real life began to come back to his mind.

Was it all just a dream? Or, those are the past lives of him and Xiaoju Nuo?

Mo Xiaodie looked at her son, her eyes dazed, her nervous hands trembled involuntarily with a look of dementia: "Five Treasures? Five Treasures? Do you still remember who I am?"

Could it be that her son's brain has been stimulated and become stupid!

Lu Chenxu and her thought the same, because they had never seen Wubao with such a dull expression.

Wubao Lu Ziqian has always been calm and wise since the first time they met, and his eyes have never been dull like this.

"Zi Qian, I'm dad, do you remember?" Lu Chenxu held his son's hand with the same worried expression.

Lu Ziqian's empty eyes slowly focused. The calmness on the little face slowly returned.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about it!" His voice returned to its former coldness.

Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu let out a long sigh of relief.

Mo Xiaodie quickly took out a bowl of millet porridge from the lunch box on the table: "Come on, Wubao, you have been in a coma for a week, and the doctor said that you should eat some light millet porridge first, and then you can eat it slowly. Main food. We don't know when you'll wake up, so keep porridge ready every day!"

Saying that, she took a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and wanted to feed her son directly.

Seeing the haggard and worried expressions on his parents' faces, Lu Ziqian felt a little embarrassed: "Mom, no need, I'll do it myself."

Saying that, he took the porridge himself and slowly ate it in small bites.

Lu Chenxu and his wife, seeing that their son finally woke up, their emotions slowly stabilized, and their hearts relaxed a little.

After Lu Ziqian ate half a bowl of porridge, he raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Mom, is there any news from Yangzhuang Reservoir?"

Even if Xiaoju Nuo really jumped in, he wanted to find her body and bury her properly.

After all, in the dream just now, he vomited blood and fell into a coma, and when he woke up, Ju Nuo's family had buried her.

After hearing her son's words, Mo Xiaodie's heart skipped a beat. She looked at her son, afraid that he would be stimulated again, and she didn't know how to answer.

Lu Ziqian looked rather calm at this time: "Mom, tell me, don't worry, I won't pass out again this time!"

"That, five treasures." Mo Xiaodie glanced at Lu Chenxu and paused.

Lu Chenxu continued her words and said: "Wubao, after a week of salvage at Yangzhuang Reservoir, Xiaojunuo's whereabouts have not been found. This is actually a good thing, maybe she is not dead at all. I remember you once Said she could swim."

Lu Ziqian paused in his hand holding the spoon, and after being silent for half a minute, he slowly took another mouthful of porridge: "Dad is right, we should think about a lot of things in a positive way. Maybe Xiaoju Nuo is still alive. !"

After he finished speaking, he did not speak any more, but drank the porridge one by one, and then carefully handed the bowl back to Mo Xiaodie.

"Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while!"

Looking at their son lying silently on the bed, Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie glanced at each other and quietly exited the ward.

After another week, Lu Ziqian was discharged from the hospital.

After returning home, the rest of the brothers were cautious and did not dare to speak more, for fear that those words would irritate him again.

Today, there is still half a month before school starts.

Their villa has been fully renovated. Together with Lu Zitian and the ten children of the Lu family, after visiting each villa, they are ready to return to the old house.

Lu Zili said triumphantly: "How is it? Is it the most interesting and tasteful decoration of my villa!"

Momo rolled her eyes at him with a smile: "Second brother, I think your villa decoration is the most flamboyant and most like a nouveau riche. You will be a movie star in the future, and your taste is really, really hard to describe!"

Lu Zili stared, unhappy: "Lu Zimo, you are jealous, jealous that we are going to live by ourselves soon, you are jealous of my mansion."

"Alas! I really don't have a common language with someone like you who has no knowledge or talent." Momo sighed and quickly stepped forward and took Tiantian's hand.

"Sweet, you say, whose villa is the most tasteful and beautiful?"

Seven-year-old Lu Zitian blinked, raised his finger and pointed at Lu Zibai: "Sixth brother's, I like the sixth brother's house the most, there are a lot of fun there."

Lu Zibai looked at her with a black face: "Tiantian, mine are all fitness equipment, not toys."

Lu Zitian stepped forward and held his hand: "Sixth brother, I like your coffee table the most, you can hide a lot of snacks, can you buy one for me too? Dad said I'm going to change my teeth, so he won't let me. Eat candy, with that coffee table, I can hide all the delicious candies in it!"

Lu Zizhong looked at Lu Zibai: "I said why did you put so much effort into using that coffee table in the first place! Little Fat Six, it turns out that you are just hiding delicious food! Don't you want to be a policeman?"

Lu Zibai was a little embarrassed: "Don't listen to Tiantian, she's a little brat, what do you know!"

While talking, they had come to the door of the old house. The newly renovated villa needs to be ventilated for three months before moving in. Therefore, they decided to live in the old house for the time being.

Just as they were about to go in, Mother Lu and Madam Lu walked out.

"Grandma, grandma, where are you going?" Lu Zizhong asked with concern.

"Go to the temple to offer incense. Are you going?" Madam Lu asked.

Who would believe this in the Lu family's youth? Except for Lu Ziqian, almost all of them instinctively shook their heads and waved their hands: "We won't go, it's more interesting to go back and check the phone!"

"You kids, what do you know!" Mother Lu gave them a blank look and was about to help Mrs. Lu into the car.

"Grandma, let me accompany you!" Lu Ziqian unexpectedly grabbed in front of her and supported Mrs. Lu.

"Zi Qian, you—?" Everyone was surprised, but they quickly thought of something and stopped talking.

After arriving at the temple with the most incense in Yucheng, Lu Ziqian and Lu Mu worshipped the Buddha, put on incense, asked for a sign, and went to the host's room.

The host stared at the sign for a long time before asking, "What does this little donor want to ask?"

"I want to ask if I still have fate with the person I ask for?"

"Did the little donor remember some past lives that should have been forgotten when he was in a coma?" Mrs. Lu was a frequent visitor to the temple, and the host knew something about him.

After listening to the host's words, Lu Ziqian looked surprised, and nodded after a long time: "Those should be my past lives and hers! However, she said that she doesn't want to meet me again in this life."

He remembered what happened after Xiao Ju Nuo jumped off a cliff in his previous life. He was seriously ill. After he recovered, he went to the temple and made a wish to save his life for 40 years in exchange for the fate between him and Ju Nuo in the next life.

Then, he devoted himself to the cause of benefiting the common people, and did hundreds of good deeds in one year.

He believes that good will pay off!

Later, at the age of twenty-three, he died suddenly on the way to disaster relief.

The host smiled slightly: "Judging from this sign, the efforts of the donor in the past life have not been in vain, and he will definitely get what he wants in this life!"

Lu Ziqian's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed the host's hand excitedly: "You mean Xiaoju Nuo didn't die at all?"

The host closed his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the secret must not be revealed!"