"At first I thought they were going to cry again, but I didn't expect them to say that the young master was very good at business negotiations and had learned a lot. They even looked very happy."
"Oh my god! Is this true?"
"It's true, I heard it with my own ears. At the time, I was a little worried that the master and the others were shocked and went crazy because the young master hadn't woken up."
"Oh my god! He's sharpening his knife, talking about the unconscious young master, and even laughing. Is he really crazy?"
"Wuwuwu, no! The Song family pays a high salary and they don't have a bad temper. I don't want to quit!"
"I don't want to quit either. I can't find such a good job outside."
"But what if the old man and his men really go crazy and start sharpening their knives to hurt us?"
"Oh my god, don't scare me!"
"Don't scare me! I'm very timid."
…
The servants of the Song family became frightened.
The old housekeeper scolded them in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? The old master looks very energetic, not like a madman at all. Hurry and stand guard."
“Yes… yes.”
The servants dispersed, not daring to look at the old housekeeper's expression.
Although the old housekeeper seemed calm, he was actually afraid that something might happen to the Song family.
Thinking of Song Chi lying in the hospital and never waking up, his eyes reddened and he wiped away tears.
How could such a kind young master of his family encounter such a thing?
"Wife, wife, where is my knife? Where is my knife?"
Song's father's furious voice could be heard from the second floor.
Song Ma, who was woken up by the loud yell, covered her ears with the quilt, feeling extremely annoyed.
I've said it many times, don't get angry, don't get angry, getting angry will wake you up.
No matter how much I try to persuade him, he just won't listen.
She now wished she could crack her husband's head open and yell at him.
"That damn brat dared to let my son call him dad. Just wait for me."
Dad Song put on his pajamas and rushed out of the room to sharpen his knife.
Song Ma, whose ears were finally quiet, sighed tiredly.
She knew she couldn't sleep after all the noise, so she got out of bed and went to her son's room.
She turned on the light and looked at her son's big bed, the sofa, and the floor mat next to the French window. She seemed to see her son looking up at her excitedly, "Mom, I saw a restaurant with great reviews online. How about we go there tomorrow?"
Mother Song wiped her tears and walked towards the big bed.
She sat down beside the bed, looked at her son's pillow, touched it and cried silently.
"Why am I crying? My son is coming home soon. I should be happy."
Song Ma stood up from the bed, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the bathroom, telling herself, "My son loves cleanliness the most. I will clean it thoroughly for him so that he can take a bath as soon as he gets home."
Grandma Song, who couldn't sleep, knelt in the ancestral hall with Buddhist beads hanging on her hands and folded her hands.
She doesn't ask for anything else, just that her grandson can come back safely and have a smooth life.
And the children who protect his grandchildren can all live in peace and safety.
Song Chi, who was in the apocalyptic hot spring villa, had no idea that his family already knew about his situation and were praying for him.
He sat on the sofa, clinging to Song Yan and looking at the open panel in front of him.
He kept staring at the rising gratitude value nervously, and hugged Song Yan's waist from time to time.
Song Yan, leaning in Gu Chen's arms, touched Song Chi's head and told him not to worry.
Gu Chen hugged Song Yan and kissed him, then looked at the gratitude value on the panel with Song Yan.
Half an hour passed, then an hour, and soon it was eleven o'clock.
Song Chi, who was lying on the sofa holding Song Yan's waist, had begun to open and close his eyes, and nodded his head from time to time.
"Is my son asleep?"
Gu Chen, who was hugging Song Yan, asked in a low voice.
Song Yan looked away from the panel and looked down, only to find that Song Chi had fallen asleep with his head resting on his thigh.
Gu Chen held Song Yan's waist with one hand and touched Song Chi's head. "I've been sitting there for three hours and I'm tired."
Song Yan leaned into Gu Chen's arms and whispered, "It's almost twelve o'clock, wake up Xiao Chi later."
"Um."
Gu Chen lowered his head and kissed Song Yan, then hugged Song Yan and looked back at the panel.
Lu Yanchen went back to the 1980s and rushed back after finishing the remaining work, only to see his wife sleeping soundly with her head resting on Song Yan's thigh.
Gu Chen held Song Yan in his arms, gently stroking his wife's head, his eyes fixed on the floating blue panel that was more than one meter long.
Lu Yanchen walked towards the sofa with light steps.
Gu Chen and Song Yan looked up at the same time at Lu Yanchen who entered the room.
Lu Yanchen carefully picked up his wife who was sleeping with her head resting on Song Yan's thigh.
Song Chi woke up and looked at Lu Yanchen who was holding him in a daze. He asked, "Are you done?"
"I'm done."
Lu Yanchen held Song Chi and sat down on the sofa, letting Song Chi lean on his arms.
Song Chi, lying limply on Lu Yanchen, was still a little sleepy and couldn't even open his eyes.
Lu Yanchen, "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."
"Um."
Song Chi turned around and lay on Lu Yanchen's shoulder, and fell asleep again after a while.
Lu Yanchen carefully held Song Chi, followed by Gu Chen and Song Yan, staring at the panel in front of them.
The current gratitude value has risen to more than 99 million, and there are only more than 600,000 left to reach 100 million.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s night time and the survivors in City S and City Y are well fed and have a place to live, and they don’t hear the zombies roaring, but their gratitude levels are rising faster than usual.
At about 11:50, Song Chen and Bai Su, with their husbands, came to Gu Chen's room.
Seeing Song Chi sleeping on Lu Yanchen, they did not wake him up. They stood quietly behind the sofa and stared at the panel.
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