Zhang Zihao didn't look up at Zhang Chaochao, but said in a low voice: "I'll write it now." ”

Zhang Chaochao finished writing half of the essay, and inadvertently turned his head sideways to find that the same table had not yet written an essay.

He was a little puzzled at first, after all, Zhang Zihao's Chinese grades were very good, and his usual compositions were often prepared by teachers as model essays.

But now, half a lesson has passed, and his composition is still blank.

When he was puzzled, he understood a little more when he saw the essay title.

As a neighbor, he knew that Zhang Zihao's father was a bad father, he was very bad to Zhang Zihao, he always beat Zhang Zihao, and their family could always hear the sound of Zhang Zihao's father roaring from time to time, and they could also hear Zhang Zihao crying.

Zhang Chaochao hopes that Zhang Zihao can write about his bad father, so that the teacher knows how bad his father is and how pitiful Zhang Zihao is.

Zhang Zihao's eyes fell on the blank composition, his little hand pinched the pen, and he didn't know how to write.

He remembered the teacher's words, he could write about what his father looked like, what his father did, how his father usually got along with him, whether he loved him or not, and what was the performance of loving him?

When the pencil was almost scratched out by Zhang Zihao, he finally moved and wrote a line on the text.

"My name is Zhang Zihao, my father's name is Zhang Yuanxiao, and my father is very tall and tall", Zhang Zihao paused when he wrote this.

What's next?

He was a little dazed.

But it didn't take long for his little hand to move again and write again.

It's just that when he saw that line of words, the little guy was suddenly shocked.

"Grandma said that Dad loves me the most, but why does Dad always beat me? Does Daddy really love me? ”

Zhang Zihao was startled, his cheeks were red, he hurriedly picked up the eraser to erase this sentence, but when he wiped it away, his eyes were also slightly red.

As soon as Zhang Zihao finished wiping this sentence, the bell rang after class, and the team leader also came to collect the composition.

Zhang Zihao's hand was still holding the eraser, and his eyes became redder and redder as he watched the one-line composition text being taken away.

He didn't write the essay well, if the teacher told his father, his father would definitely beat him again, and his father was the strictest in his grades and homework.

The composition class affected Zhang Zihao's mood, so much so that he wilted in the next class.

Teacher Zhou didn't have a class behind him, so he corrected the essays of the students in the third class in the office.

The students have different perceptions of their fathers, and the language between the lines is childish, and even some faintly make people laugh.

To say how well it is written, there is no such thing.

But most of the students wrote a lot along her lines.

Teacher Zhou picked up Zhang Zihao's composition text, and smiled before he opened the corner of his lips.

Zhang Zihao, a child, has top grades in the class, and he usually does a good job in composition, and is often used as a model essay by her.

Therefore, Mr. Zhou is very happy to read Zhang Zihao's composition.

With anticipation, Teacher Zhou opened Zhang Zihao's composition, but when she saw the composition with only one line, she was stunned.

What's going on? How is there only one line? Is it difficult to write this essay?

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On the other side, Zhang Yuanxiao rode a second-hand electric car to the town, which was the family's only means of transportation.

He didn't delay, and after buying the ingredients and vegetables for the nutrient solution, he went home.

He turned and went into the stove.

There are big stoves and cauldrons in the stove room, but they were all used by Zhang Zihao's grandparents in the past, and now they are all shelved, and the gas stove next to it is currently used by Zhang Yuanxiao, and a small range hood is also installed.