Zhang Wenfeng looked at Cheng Xiaodong as if he had lost his soul, put the green onion in his hand on the wall, and hurriedly came out of the vegetable garden.

"What's wrong Dongzi, go out for an absent-minded trip."

Zhang Wenfeng touched Cheng Xiaodong's face and asked nervously.

Cheng Xiaodong raised his eyes, looked at her, shook his head, picked up the green onion on the wall, and took Zhang Wenfeng's hand and walked into the house.

"Yo, where did my little master run this morning, why did he wilt and came back, let Dad take a look."

Zhang Wenfeng gave Cheng Qian a look when he entered the house, Cheng Qian seemed to understand, walked to Cheng Xiaodong's side, and deliberately teased his son.

Putting the green onions on the table, Cheng Xiaodong washed his face, sat on the small bench, did not move his chopsticks, nor did he look at the two of them, staring at the sauced beef on the table in a daze.

"Dad, I seem to have something wrong with my body."

Cheng Xiaodong sat dumbfounded for a while, and said in a heavy tone.

With this sentence, Zhang Wenfeng and Cheng Qian put down the things in their hands and looked at Cheng Xiaodong together.

"When I came back just now, I found that Xiaohuzi and Xiaobao'er next door looked at me as if they were bad people, and beat me with a stick."

Cheng Xiaodong's face was full of grievances, and he touched his leg with his right hand as he spoke.

"How can this be, Mom, look at what the fight looks like?"

When Zhang Wenfeng heard this, he hurriedly walked over and squatted down to pull up Cheng Xiaodong's trouser leg, and the clearly visible traces of the stick were swollen and red.

"Why is it like this, no, I have to find her!"

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Cheng Xiaodong distressedly, got up and was about to leave, but was held by Cheng Xiaodong with his raised hand, looking at Cheng Xiaodong and shaking his head, Zhang Wenfeng also felt uncomfortable.

"I've never been willing to lift a finger when I'm so big, why did these two naughty kids beat me with sticks."

Zhang Wenfeng got up and took out a jar of things from the top of the cupboard, and wiped it on Cheng Xiaodong's leg a little, it was cold and cold, as if it didn't hurt so much.

"I ......"

Thinking about what happened just now, Cheng Xiaodong stopped talking, looked at the two of them, and pursed his lips.

"Son, what's wrong?"

Cheng Qian felt that Cheng Xiaodong was behaving very strangely, so he leaned over with a small bench and hugged him in his arms.

"Just now, I was at the door of Zhao's sister-in-law's house, I saw Xiaohuzi and Xiaobao'er, they said, I came to see the cow, I don't know what's going on, and then there was a stick, and then I watched the courtyard wall of his house fall down, and I went to save the two of them, so I pushed them down."

Cheng Xiaodong leaned on Cheng Qian's arms, felt much more down-to-earth, and recounted the scene just now with Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian's hand around Cheng Xiaodong was tight, and even Cheng Xiaodong felt his body tremble.

"You look at the courtyard wall of his house is about to fall, has it fallen?"

Zhang Wenfeng was beside him, and asked in a panicked tone.

Cheng Xiaodong lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, his face full of grievances: "I obviously saw stones falling, why wait for me to push them away, the courtyard wall will be fine, nothing will happen." ”

"It's okay, I'm dazzled, and my dad often looks dazzled." Cheng Qian patted Cheng Xiaodong on the shoulder and said in a fairly calm tone.

Cheng Xiaodong tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Old woman, wait a minute, you go to Dachun's house to see if the two babies have fallen and injured themselves."

Cheng Qian touched Cheng Xiaodong's head and comforted him, and turned his gaze to Zhang Wenfeng's side to give a message.

Zhang Wenfeng was also worried in his heart, he didn't eat, he took off his apron and walked towards Dachun's house, and when he left, he still held the extra sauce beef on the stove.