On the day when Ping An went through the tribulation in Tidal Continent, Wu Dao Peak was struck into powder by a thunder from the sky.
Master Dao Jin stretched out a finger to break the last level of heavenly calamity for him.
The purple thunder in the sky exploded into a rain of light, and the boss who was watching the ceremony from thousands of miles away knelt on the ground.
Dao Jin knelt down, put his fingertips on his forehead, and said:
"I'll take you home."
Open your eyes again - Blue Star, ward, fluorescent lamp buzzing.
He lay there for ten years.
Vegetative state.
His parents sold their house and car and kept him in the hospital for ten years.
Mom was so skinny that she squatted beside the bed and ate cold steamed buns.
Dad was wearing work clothes and squatting at the door, covering his face, his shoulders shaking unnaturally.
He opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping iron:
"... Mom."
Mom raised her head suddenly, tears falling on the back of his hand:
"Safe? Are you awake? Are you awake?!"
There was heavy traffic outside the window. There was a quarrel downstairs and someone's child was crying.
Noisy to death, but also alive.
