As soon as Zhang Junhao's words came out, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother stood side by side, looking at each other in pairs, and in their eyes, from anger, to disbelief, to disbelief, to disappointment, to heartbreak, and finally brewed even greater anger.

Zhang's mother coughed angrily, shook her body slightly, and propped one hand on the low table placed next to the hospital bed, so as not to fall to the ground.

In the next moment, a scolding voice erupted:

"You, you, you! You brute, brute!

The two of us worked hard to pull you up, give you delicious food, and provide you with good drinks, but in exchange for your current words?

Feed the dog, and it knows how to wag its tail at me!

If you weren't from my Zhang family, would I have worked so hard just to give you a good living environment?

The next time you say this kind of bastard again, see if I don't kill you!" ”

Father Zhang was so angry that he wanted to beat people impulsively several times when he spoke, but in the end he tried his best to endure it, and only dared to threaten with words.

After speaking, Zhang's father was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he suddenly sat down on the heavy wooden chair, and the harsh sizzling sound of the chair rubbing against the smooth ground revealed his great grievances.

He swallowed his anger in the company and smiled, worked hard, won the boss's appreciation, sat in the position of the manager of the company's most important sales department, tried his best to let his wife and children live a better life, and when he got home, he had to work hard to educate the troublemaker son in front of him, in fact, he was also very tired, and his heart was full of bitter water.

He didn't admit it, but his heart was broken, it was completely broken, and it was broken loudly......

"Heh......"

However, there was no understanding in response, just a cold sneer, like ripples on the surface of a river that was about to freeze, cold and stiff.

"What is a good living environment?

If it is a good life to constantly curse me and belittle me with words, and to beat me violently with belts and sticks, then my living environment is indeed too good, and everything is good!

I hate you.

How could I be your own son, I must not! ”

Zhang Junhao didn't look at his parents, his eyes were firmly fixed on the most pure white and immaculate ceiling in front of him, trying to maintain the most calm posture, but in the end, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Zhang's mother maintained the posture of holding her hands on the table, leaning sideways to her son who had been raised with a handful of and urine, listening to his obviously prickly words, her heart seemed to have been punished by a thousand knives, and she trembled and sobbed in a low voice.

In normal times, if his son dared to say such a rebellious thing, Father Zhang would have beaten him up a long time ago!

However, at this time, he lifted his heavy eyelids, looked at his son who was already scarred on the hospital bed, and couldn't beat him, and suddenly didn't know what to do with him, and he was a little powerless.

Over the years, the son has spoken less and less in front of them, and I thought that the child was too old to talk to adults.

It seems that they misunderstood, and they misunderstood.

I never thought that he would hate them so much in his heart!

Father Zhang lowered his head like a needle, grabbed his pants tighter and tighter with both hands, his nose was sore, and he quickly calmed down his emotions.

As a man, as the pillar of the family, he can't cry like a useless seed in front of his son.

Taking a deep breath, Dad Zhang stood up and strode to the bedside, his appearance still as stern as before.

"Hao Hao, in your heart, do you really think of me and your mother like this?

You were born naughty and get into trouble all day long.

Your mother scolded you, I beat you, we are all to make you sensible and understand what you are wrong with!

Since we are your father and mother, we have to teach you what is right and what is wrong!

Your grandparents, your grandparents and grandparents all educated me and your mother like this back then, and we can all understand their good intentions, why do you have to drill the horns like this!

You're so ignorant and let me down so much!

Do you really want to make me and your mother angry to death before you are happy and comfortable?! The only Chinese network

There is filial piety under the stick!! There is always a truth to the old saying!

Hao Hao, you are now 14 years old, it's time to grow up, when will you really understand how hard my mother and I have done to you! ”

The more Dad Zhang spoke, the more disappointed his eyes became, and finally he sighed heavily.

"Huh!"

Unexpectedly, I was expecting to wait for my son to sincerely admit his mistake, but the next moment, what came from my ears was another cold laughter.

"Education? Or is it abuse...... Who knows. ”

Zhang Junhao still didn't want to take a second look at his parents, his voice was so cold that it seemed to have turned into ice, but there was a strange light in his eyes and it began to flash!

"You!"

The moment the voice fell, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother's bodies were both shocked, and they both looked at their precious son with wide eyes.

Unexpectedly...... Put the word "abuse" on their heads!?

"Smack!"

A gust of cold wind swept across Zhang Junhao's face, which was still a little swollen, then a hot pain, and finally a numbness spread across the whole face.

This time, it was his mother who slapped Zhang Junhao.

"Hao Hao, you really hurt your dad and my heart too much!

We raised you with hard work, your father worked so hard to make money, and he drank all the stomach problems when he went out to work and drink, and over the years, I served him with a stomach medicine Do you know.

And me, when you were in school, I spent my best time making you a nutritious breakfast every day before dawn, and there was no credit and hard work!

You have to touch your conscience when you speak, when did you not beat you because you were too disobedient?

We teach you to treat your elders with respect, teach you to be polite to others, teach you to study hard to find a good future for your future, teach you everything we can teach, and strive to fulfill the responsibilities of good parents. ”

After saying the heartache, Zhang's mother threw herself into Zhang's father's arms, hiding her face and crying.

Zhang Junhao's eyes flashed.

Today, it seems that it is the first time since he has grown up that he has heard so many words from his parents that he never knew about them.

Listening to the cry in his ears, he finally set his eyes on his parents.

The mother's body was trembling, and the father patted the mother's back, his face was extremely deep and painful.

The atmosphere was excessively solemn.

Zhang Junhao was a little silent, and for a moment, he suddenly figured out a lot of things.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Junhao finally hesitated to continue to speak, but this time, his tone was less cold and more helpless: "Mom, Dad, do you remember....... How long has it been since you've been to see your grandparents?

Do you dare to say that you do not have a grudge against them in your heart? ”

Hearing this, Zhang's father's hand paused, and Zhang's mother suddenly stopped crying.

Seeing this, Zhang Junhao already knew it in his heart.

"Dad, Mom, Grandparents, they dropped the stick on you, and now you are aiming it at me.

How? Our Zhang family has to continue an incense with a gun and a stick?

Did you ever think before that I might one day use a stick against someone else? There seemed to be sarcasm in Zhang Junhao's eyes, but even he didn't know who the sarcasm was aimed at.

"You dare!" Father Zhang suddenly turned his head and glared at Zhang Junhao, and scolded loudly.

"Didn't you keep saying that who was so unconscionable and always beat Yang Yangyang with a blue nose and swollen face?"

Zhang Junhao seemed to be speaking lightly, but Zhang's father and Zhang's mother heard the meaning of their son's words, their two hearts chuckled, and with a trace of coldness on their backs, their faces changed suddenly, and they suddenly became two miserable whites!