A thirty-two-year-old female doctor accidentally obtains a jade bangle and travels back 20 years. Unexpectedly, the bangle is a magical artifact from the immortal realm, containing a spiritual spri...
Luo Shaohui slowly opened his eyes, and saw several blurry black shadows in front of him. When they saw him wake up, the black shadows let out a cry of joy.
"Hey! Wake up! Sister-in-law, you are so amazing!"
"Good God, Arthur, are you trying to scare my old bones to death?"
Luo Shaohui squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, his vision was finally focused. He looked at the old, dark face in front of him, moved his lips, and said his name: "Sam..."
The black old man was overjoyed, showing his eight big white teeth, and sighed: "After thirteen years, you finally said my name, you stupid Atlantean! Damn——!"
After saying that, the old man actually covered his face and cried. Tong Nina patted his back to comfort this poor but kind old man.
"Sam…where is my little nephew…?"
Luo Shaohui lost his ability to speak for more than ten years. When he started speaking again, it was in English, and his speech was inevitably disjointed and not coherent, but at least people could understand what he meant.
Sam and Tong Nina stood up and gave their place by the bed to Luo Wenyuan. Luo Shaohui's eyes fell on the man's face, and he widened his eyes in surprise: "Big, big brother?... No, my big brother is gone... Who are you? Why do you look so much like my big brother?"
Luo Wenyuan looked at his uncle's thin, haggard face and confused, struggling eyes, and his eyes turned red. He raised the pillow to let Luo Shaohui sit up, and said with a sob: "Uncle, I am Wenyuan..."
"Are you Wen Yuan?"
Luo Shaohui was silent for a while, then shook his head violently and shouted excitedly, "You're not! Wen Yuan is obviously only ten years old. I just saw him playing ball at the beach..."
Luo Wenyuan recalled the little boy that Luo Shaohui had just "kidnapped". He had black hair and big eyes, and was indeed somewhat similar to himself when he was a child. It turned out that his uncle was not thinking clearly and thought the little boy was himself when he was ten years old, so he held him tightly.
Luo Wenyuan felt sad. His uncle had been wandering on this beach for more than ten years, with no food to eat and no clothes to wear. He even forgot his own name, but he didn't forget that he had a nephew. What a deep emotional bond!
Luo Wenyuan looked at Qingshan with a questioning look in his eyes. Qingshan assured him that a loss of time was a common reaction to amnesia and that it was nothing serious. For Luo Shaohui, more than a decade had flown by like a dream. His wandering life hadn't left much of an impression on him, which was actually a good thing.
Luo Wenyuan used his earth-related abilities to dig a tunnel on the beach, and took his uncle, Qingshan, Tong Nina and Old Sam away from the beach where the incident occurred. In order not to cause trouble for his aunt and uncle, they did not return to Beverly Hills, but booked a room in a five-star hotel near the beach for temporary stay.
Qingshan told Luo Wenyuan that there was shrapnel in Luo Shaohui's brain. Luo Wenyuan believed that the shrapnel was the stray bullet that hit Luo Shaohui that year. Fortunately, the shrapnel did not penetrate the head or explode, but remained in the hippocampus area of Luo Shaohui's brain that is responsible for memory, causing his memory to become confused and he spent more than ten years like a walking corpse.
While Luo Shaohui was still asleep, Qingshan used his spiritual power to remove the shrapnel from his brain and repair the damaged hippocampus area, so Luo Shaohui was able to recall the past when he swam in the sea with dolphins and was able to speak again.
Luo Wenyuan gently patted the back of Luo Shaohui's hand and told him the past in a low and gentle voice:
"Uncle, I'm really Wen Yuan. You've been away from home for over ten years, and I've grown up... Do you still remember the persimmon tree in our yard? One time, you tricked me into climbing up to pick persimmons for you. When I reached the highest branch, you took the ladder away and stood at the bottom of the tree to take a picture of me. As a result, you were chased around the yard by Grandpa and beaten, and I was the one who got to watch the fun with a smile..."