'How did the lantern get into the drill pod?'
Qin Siyang's eyes went wide, his whole body tensing up at once.
He only remembered that he had once seen in some files that people attacked by the Nightmare Lantern Tree all ended up like walking corpses, losing their sanity, while all kinds of bodily functions slowly collapsed as well.
At most half a month later, they would die of heart and lung failure.
During that process, they would keep their eyes wide open and their mouths stretched wide, as if they had seen some evil ghost.
Because the cause of death was unknown and the way they died was so miserable, people believed they had gone through a nightmare, and that was how the Nightmare Lantern Tree got its name.
But how the Nightmare Lantern Tree actually attacked people, no one knew.
Because most of the people who knew were already dead, and the few who were left had never made the information public.
Qin Siyang recalled the terrifying attack method of the Nightmare Lantern Tree and realized that it had to be this lantern fruit causing trouble. Instinctively, he tried to push away this lantern that had his own face on it.
But what shocked him was that his arm actually passed straight through the lantern without any resistance.
"Damn it!"
Qin Siyang tried to get away from the lantern and immediately pulled back to escape.
But before he could move, this invisible lantern fruit had already wrapped around him.
In front of his eyes, a sheet of dark golden light blocked everything out.
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When the dark golden light slowly faded, his vision became clear again.
Only now, he was in a completely unfamiliar place.
The bright ceiling lights made it hard for him to open his eyes.
The extremely ordinary square ceiling panels made him feel like he had seen this place before.
His mind felt like a mess of paste, and he could not remember many things. He could not remember what had happened, could not remember his own name, and could not remember why he was here.
Just as he frowned and tried to think, a strange face suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was a woman with a tired face but gentle eyes.
Her hair was slightly messy, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, yet her face carried a smile she could not hold back. She gently rocked him, her eyes full of endless love and warmth.
The woman's extremely gentle voice rang in his ears, "Yangyang, who do you think brought you to Mommy's side?"
As she spoke, she lightly poked his cheek with her finger.
He realized that he could not understand what the woman was saying.
It was like a string of meaningless spells drifting into his mind.
After thinking for a while with no result, he frowned in confusion.
"Oh my, you can even frown. Yangyang, how can you be so smart?"
The woman was smiling as she praised him when the sound of footsteps came from nearby.
Another person appeared in his field of vision.
This tall, handsome, refined man was wearing a clean white shirt and had a bit of a scholarly air about him. The look he gave Qin Siyang was filled with a soft glow.
One big hand hesitated, wanting to touch Qin Siyang but afraid of hurting him by accident, so he clenched his fist and stood there, grinning foolishly like a clumsy big boy, joy overflowing from his face.
"Look, how cute his little hands are," the woman laughed softly, pointing at the baby's tiny hands.
The man saw the baby's five fingers slightly curling in the air, waving uneasily. He finally gathered his courage and gently reached out a finger to touch the little hand.
But his finger blocked Qin Siyang's view, and Qin Siyang instinctively wanted to move his hand to push it away, though the movement was not very neat.
In that instant, the tiny fingers lightly hooked around his finger, forming a silent response.
Tears of excitement shimmered in the father's eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly from this tiny hold.
"He grabbed me, he really grabbed me," the father said softly, his voice full of surprise, as if he had just encountered the most wonderful miracle in the world.
His voice shook with excitement as countless emotions surged up in his heart. The woman raised her head to look at him, and the two of them smiled at each other, their eyes full of understanding and love.
Qin Siyang was very confused by everything in front of him, always feeling like he had forgotten something.
But before he could remember, his eyelids grew heavy, his head felt dizzy, and thinking became harder and harder.
Before long, he fell asleep with endless confusion.
For a long period of time, he always felt that thinking was very difficult. After using his brain just a little, he could not help but get sleepy.
After who knew how many sunrises and sunsets, he finally began to feel more energetic and able to do slightly more complicated thinking.
Unlike other children who liked to cry and make noise, after drinking his milk he would often lie there alone, spacing out.
It always felt like there were many complicated, tangled things in his head, waiting to be digested.
Yet he could not make sense of any of them at all.
The couple who stayed by his side also discussed his situation.
"Honey, do you think our Yangyang has something on his mind? He keeps frowning, not moving and not making any noise."
"A child not even one year old, what could he possibly have on his mind. I think our Yangyang is just gifted and likes to think by nature."
"Mm, what you say makes sense. A child of the two of us, how could he be ordinary."
"Stop flattering yourself. How could you ever compare to our Yangyang."
"Heh! Heh! Right."
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Now he was already able to walk in a wobbly way and could have simple exchanges with his parents.
And under his parents' teaching, he knew that his name was Qin Siyang.
In Qin Siyang's mind, he was still tangled up in a mass of complicated memories, making it impossible for him to be as carefree as other children.
When he was stacking blocks, when he was riding on his father's shoulders playing, when he was listening to his mother tell stories, his smile would always suddenly stop, and then he would fall into a daze, as if he had lost his soul.
Qin Siyang's parents finally realized something was wrong with their child and took him to the hospital several times for checkups, but every conclusion the doctors gave was "the body is healthy, the mind is normal, the parents should continue to observe."
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Finally, when it was time to go to elementary school, according to the school district assignment, Qin Siyang went to the elementary school near his home.
On the day school started, his parents took him to the school gate, and he turned back to look at them standing in the crowd.
"Yangyang, don't miss Mommy too much at school… you have to behave, behave well, okay?"
"Alright honey, Yangyang is doing fine. You should stop crying first, everyone around is watching."
"I can't help it… sob!"
"Okay okay, but if you cry off your makeup, you won't be able to go to work later."
"Sob!"
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"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
"You're back? The final exam results are out, right?"
"Yeah, still second in the grade. First is still Wen Shu."
"Yangyang is amazing!"
"That's right, my son is awesome!"
Qin Siyang was not in high spirits, "My scores didn't even improve. What's there to celebrate about?"
"Yangyang, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Even if you're dead last, you're still Mommy's good son. Mommy will give you a kiss!"
"Daddy will give you one too!"
"Dad, Mom, I'm already ten years old. If you keep kissing me like this, my classmates will laugh."
"Don't talk about ten years old. Even if you're a hundred, I'm still your mom. Kiss! Kiss!"
"…"
"Honey, let's kiss too!"
"Go cook, the kid is still here!"
"Oh, then we'll kiss at night!"
"Stop it!"
"Dad, Mom, watch yourselves, I'm still a kid…"
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