It was quiet outside the house, and Zhang Zihao knew that at this point in time, Dad must have finished making breakfast and went to the orchard early.

And today, it's Monday, and he's going to read.

Slowly retracted the palm of his left hand, Zhang Zihao finally got up.

Zhang Zihao is more than eight years old, but his father Zhang Yuanxiao taught him to be independent, how long does it take for him to learn to eat by himself at the age of two, how long does it take to learn to take a bath by himself at the age of three, dress himself, and now he is even more orderly when he cleans up.

After changing clothes and washing, Zhang Zihao came to the living room.

The living room is simply furnished, with an offering table and black-and-white portraits of grandparents hanging on the wall, on which two old men smile kindly.

Zhang Zihao has never seen his grandfather, but his grandmother loves him very much, and often hugs him and kisses him, but more than two years ago, his grandmother also passed away.

There is also a wooden coffee table in the living room with kettles, cups and other things.

A small square table was stacked, and it was the desk where he was writing his homework.

There is also a small square table, which is the dining table of father and son.

The house was very simple, but it was very clean, and Zhang Zihao knew that it must have been cleaned by his father when he got up in the morning.

Once Zhang Zihao also tried to pick up a broom to sweep the floor, but in the end his father snatched the broom away and slapped his ass.

Zhang Zihao came to the small square table, the first thing he saw was a small pot of white porridge, there was a fried egg, which was given to him by his father every morning, there was a dish of minced meat and eggplant, there were few eggplants, but there was a lot of meat, and this dish looked like there were no traces of touching.

Zhang Zihao knew that his father must have not moved, and his father specially made it for him.

As for what Daddy ate.

Zhang Zihao's eyes fell on the jars on the small square dining table, which contained pickled radish, spicy cabbage, and capers......

These pickles are the dishes that Dad gives him every meal.

Once Zhang Zihao thought, his father always went to eat those pickles, is it because it is delicious, he once opened his mouth to say that he wanted to eat, but his father refused, and later, he secretly went to eat, was found by his father, and was slapped by his father.

At that time, Zhang Zihao was ignorant, but he felt that the pickles were not delicious.

Zhang Zihao picked up the bowl, made porridge for himself, sandwiched vegetables and eggs, sat at the small dining table, and drank the porridge in his mouth.

It's just that the injury of his left hand is a little inconvenient, and sometimes the movement is bigger, and he will gasp in pain.

Soon, after eating, Zhang Zihao put on his schoolbag, closed the door, and went to school, Qingshui Primary School......

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"I asked you to beat someone, do you don't want to study, do you want to become a gangster?"

"Rather than waiting for you to become a gangster and be taught a lesson in society, it is better to beat you to death now, a rabbit cub."

In the small room, the man scooped up a stick casually, and his face was hideous and full of anger.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy knelt on the ground, his head hanging, and he was silent and did not speak, but his fists were clenched tightly.

The stick, which was thick with an adult's arm, fell on the boy's back, and the strength in his hand grew.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but suddenly, the young man raised his head suddenly, he used all his strength and turned sideways slightly.

The stick, which was supposed to fall on the boy's shoulder, fell in front of the boy's head.

Then there was a blanket of blood.

The young man fell slowly, his fair face with a piercing red, and he slowly fell, with a relieved smile on his always indifferent and detached face.