"Didn't I tell you not to go out on a rainy day?"

"Daddy, I'm ......"

"I thought you were obedient, but I didn't expect you to dare to go out in this weather, see how I clean you up when I go back!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanxiao was short, picked up the short Zhang Zihao, bowed down and held him in his arms, his body and iron arms blocked the little guy tightly, and rushed down the mountain.

It was raining loudly outside, but somehow, at this moment, he was held in his father's arms, and he could hear his father's fast-beating heartbeat.

The thunder was still there, but Zhang Zihao at this time could no longer notice the thunder and felt the fear from the thunder.

Just thinking of what his father just said to go back and clean him up, Zhang Zihao's face was still miserable, and his bangs wet by the rain were also drooping on his forehead.

Several times on the way, Zhang Zihao wanted to say that he brought a raincoat to his father, but he didn't have a chance.

Dad was fast, and soon the two were home.

Zhang Zihao was placed on the ground, just raised his head, and faced a slap head-on.

Zhang Zihao subconsciously closed his eyes, and his small body shrank.

Sure enough, the slap fell, making a snapping sound.

The force of the slap was very strong, Zhang Zihao was caught off guard, and his small body was thrown by that force and fell to the ground.

The raincoat that was originally well protected in his arms also fell to the ground, but the room was too dark at this time to be seen if he didn't pay attention.

As soon as Zhang Zihao got up from the ground, he saw that his father had already brought rattan over at some point.

"Stretch out your left hand." The man's deep voice was very cold and such a rainy night, with a beak that could not be ignored.

Zhang Zihao could only stretch out his left hand.

Soon, the rattan rose and hit the palm of the little hand again and again.

"I'll let you run out on a rainy day."

"Don't you know it's dangerous to thunder outside?"

"Do you know it's wrong, ah, you say, do you know it's wrong?"

Zhang Zihao's body shrank slightly, his face hurt, his palms hurt too, and tears fell unconsciously, I don't know if it was because of pain or something else, he sobbed and choked, and whispered: "I, I was wrong." ”

"Louder! As a man, can't you even say a word? The man's voice roared.

"Dad, I was wrong."

……

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong......"

On the bed, the little man opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of tears.

The little face on one side was slightly swollen.

The early morning sun shines through the window, and outside the window, you can hear the chirping of birds in the early morning.

Zhang Zihao's hand moved subconsciously, but there was a burst of pain in the palm of his left hand.

He raised his left hand and looked at it.

The child's delicate left palm was red and swollen, like a steamed bun that had woken up, and the bulges were faintly visible, which were traces left by rattans, and the skin was broken in some places.

Looking at these traces, Zhang Zihao realized that it was not a dream just now, it was something that happened the night before.

Zhang Zihao turned over and continued to look at the palm of his left hand, his eyes were a little dumbfounded, he remembered his grandmother.

In the past, when he was beaten by his father, his grandmother would always dissuade him, give him medicine, and hold him and cry.

Grandma said, "Hao Hao, don't blame your father, your father actually loves you the most." ”

On the bed, Zhang Zihao's long eyelashes blinked, a teardrop rolled down his cheek, and there was a small question in his heart, does Dad really love him the most?