Reborn Twins

In the corridor of the hospital late at night, the lights in the ward have been turned off.Just now the doctor told Zihan that fortunately it was delivered in time.In other words, father Luo didn't have a stroke this time!Fortunately, Zihan was deeply grateful.

Zihan was leaning on the window sill, playing with a lighter in his hand.With a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, he hasn't smoked for a long time, at least since his rebirth.Today's series of events pulled all the memories of the past out of his mind. He thought he could let it go, but after seeing "history repeating itself", he realized that he had to let go of his world travel plan.

The current situation cannot help him to turn a blind eye or stand by, just like it is today.Maybe it's time to get ready... The smoke around Zihan's mouth flickered on and off, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.Not as calm as usual, Zihan at this moment is like an elegant devil, the lighter with the metal casing in his hand keeps turning on and off.

"Crack!...Click!" The crisp sound of metal collisions echoed in the hospital corridor...

Zihan went to his original home the next day, but Luo Ning left as expected.He easily flipped into the room he used to live in, and confirmed that Luo Ning was in the first year of high school, was an art student like before, or that school.Carefully exit the room, and then went to the hospital.

After entering the ward, I found that Luo's father had also woken up. There was no one in the ward. Luo's father was lying on the bed and looking out of the window.So quiet and so lonely, Zihan realized that his father was really old, how he had the heart to hurt his father who was single and brought him up since he was a child for a bitch.

He is a single-parent family, and Luo's father brought him up since he was a child, but Luo's father became more and more busy in order to make a living, so he had no time to take care of Luo Ning.And Luo Ning liked to draw since he was a child, and often painted at home alone without communicating with others.Gradually, the communication between father and son decreased. Luo Ning was originally introverted, and this made him even more withdrawn.

After attending middle school, he met Ling Chuan, who was 5 years older than him. At that time, Ling Chuan was like a ray of sunshine, shining straight into Luo Ning's gloomy life.Like a big brother next door who cares for Luo Ning meticulously, for Luo Ning who has a very poor interpersonal relationship, those trivial things that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of others can easily open the door of Luo Ning's heart.

Afterwards, Luo Ning often got mixed up with Ling Chuan.At that time, Ling Chuan was just a gangster, and Luo Ning wasted his good studies in order to get along with him more.Ling Chuan is both a teacher and a friend to Luo Ning. Luo Ning has always admired him. As for when this relationship deteriorated, he didn't know.I only know that when I found it, it was already deep in the mud...

Looking at Luo's father on the hospital bed, Zihan didn't realize that he was already in tears.

After a while, Zihan opened the door and went in.Luo's father is in good spirits, and he greeted Zihan with a smile when he saw Zihan coming in

"Son, thank you for sending me to the hospital. I heard from the doctor that without you, I'm afraid I'd be paralyzed right now."

Hearing Luo's father's words, Zihan's eyes turned red again.He also remembered that in his previous life, he had a stroke with Luo's father's anger. It's good that Luo's father is fine in this life, and he can still laugh and talk to himself like this.

Luo's father was very curious, did he say something wrong?Why... the boy is like this.

Seeing Luo's father looking at him strangely, Zihan smiled embarrassedly and said, "Hehe! I made uncle laugh~"

Luo's father felt a sense of familiarity with this boy for some reason, so he teased him, "Such a big boy is still crying, so shameless."

"No way! I'm just yawning when I'm sleepy!"

"Haha~ What's your name, kid?"

"Mu Zihan."

"Oh~! How old is that?" Father Luo asked with great interest

"15" Zihan answered patiently one by one.

"15, my Xiaoning..." The originally good atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and Luo's father seemed to think about what happened yesterday, and suddenly became quiet, and the smile on his face disappeared.In Zihan's eyes, Luo's father felt dejected.