When Luo Wei opened his eyes, he only felt pain all over his body. He was very strange. Can a dead person still feel pain? Just as he was thinking, a hand was placed on his forehead. Luo Wei looked up at the owner of the hand, and his whole body trembled. He actually saw his father, the father who had already died.
"Wake up?" A handsome young man with dark skin also raised his head and looked impatiently, "Do it yourself!"
It's the second brother, Luo Wei is shaking even more, the second brother has been killed by his ignorant younger brother, how can he still be alive
"Does it hurt so bad?" Luo Zhiqiu hurriedly turned his head to call for the doctor who was standing beside him when he discovered Luo Wei's abnormality.
The doctor with white hair and beard came over to take Luo Wei's pulse with a solemn expression.
"Me," Luo Wei forced himself not to go crazy, and asked tremblingly, "Where am I?"
"You're at home!" Luo Ze was so angry when he saw this younger brother, he couldn't speak in a pleasant manner.
Rowe looked around. He remembered this room. It used to be his room. The ubiquitous luxury showed the worldliness and shallowness of his master.
"What are you doing wrong?" Luo Ze asked angrily.
"I'm dead," Rowe said to himself.
"Are you dead?" Luo Ze's fire became more and more intense, "Then we are all ghosts?"
Rowe's eyes were dark again.
"What's wrong with him?" Luo Ze got nervous when he saw his younger brother fell asleep again, and hurriedly asked the doctor.
The doctor sighed, "Zuo Xiang," he said to Luo Zhiqiu, "Young Master has suffered internal injuries, it's not easy to heal."
Luo Wei woke up again after two days of drowsiness. This time, the two little attendants, Xiao Xiao and Qi Zi, were guarding by his bed. Luo Wei remembered that the two of them were also dead. He looked at the two attendants. He had always treated them badly, and Luo Wei, who was still the young son of the Zuo Xiang family, had never been kind to anyone.
"What's wrong with me?" Rowe asked.
Small novel: "The son is injured."
Luo Wei raised his hands to look at the two intact hands, "Where am I?" He still asked.
The seventh son said, "Young master is at home."
They didn't dare to say a word to Rovie. Luo Wei was a domineering person. If a word didn't go well with his ears, he raised his hand and beat him. Now they are afraid of Rovey.
Luo Wei stayed for a long time, and suddenly asked, "What year is it now?"
Xiao Xiao and Qi Zi looked at each other, and then Xiao Xiao said, "Young Master, it's the fifth year of Qingyuan."
Qingyuan five years, Qingyuan five years, Luo Wei suddenly wanted to sit up, but the pain in his chest and back made him fall back to the bed again. In the fifth year of Qingyuan, he was thirteen years old, and he was still the third son of Zuo Xiang Luo's house. It was seven years later when the Luo family was destroyed. "Qingyuan five years?" Luo Wei's voice was shaking.
"Yes, son, it's the fifth year of Qingyuan," Qizi wondered what happened to this master.
Luo Wei was stunned and said nothing.
The two little attendants waited for a long time without listening to Luo Wei say another word. "Master?" Finally, Xiaoxiao couldn't help shouting.
Rowe covered his face with his hands, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing between his fingers.
"Young Master?" This time even the always calm Seventh Master panicked. This Master never cried, what happened today
Luo Wei shed tears quietly. He thought that everything was over, but he didn't expect that God would give him a chance to start over. Did he give him a chance to correct his mistakes
"Young Master, are you in severe pain?" Qizi asked again, now he was really worried.
Luo Wei wiped away the tears on his face, looked at the two little servants and smiled, "I'm fine, you can get me something to eat."
Xiaoxiao and Qizi stayed for a while, when did Xiaoxiao smile at them like this
"Go," Rowe said softly, apologetically.
The two little attendants ran out, and the little boy who woke up looked strange from the inside out, as if he had changed into a different person.