When he walked to the school gate, Zhang Zihao's little hands were clasped together, very worried, he was afraid that his father would know that he had not written his essay well this time, and he was afraid that his father would be angry and beat him.

Zhang Yuanxiao waited until the bell rang at noon, waited for the other children to bring their grandparents or parents into the school cafeteria, and waited until the school gate was much empty, and he had not seen the familiar little figure in his memory.

He couldn't help but be a little worried, because according to the previous owner's request, his son was required to come to him to get food after class.

Zhang Yuanxiao thought about waiting a little longer, if his son hadn't come yet, he would go into the school to have a look.

Just thinking about it, a small figure suddenly appeared in his sight, wearing a full set of blue short-sleeved shorts, accompanied by a pair of small sneakers, his short hair hung down obediently, his skin was fair, and his appearance was clean.

Zhang Yuanxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, isn't that his son Zhang Zihao.

Zhang Yuanxiao is tall and strong, because he often needs to work under the sun, his skin has long been dark, his body is still full of muscles, and his height is almost one meter tall.

Zhang Zihao's appearance and cold white skin should be inherited from his mother Yang Shiyun.

The child didn't know what he was thinking, his head hung slightly, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his little face was wrinkled, his two delicate little eyebrows were also wrinkled, and his little hands were even more pressed together, as if he was worried about something.

"Hao Hao!" Zhang Yuanxiao shouted directly.

As if hearing his voice, the child jerked up, looking at him precisely.

Zhang Yuanxiao's eyesight is very good, he can see the appearance of the child clearly, and he can also see the child's eyes clearly, which are a pair of clean and clear beautiful big eyes.

Obviously, it was only a distance, but Zhang Yuanxiao seemed to look at Zhang Zihao, who had grown up as a teenager in his previous life.

It's just that it's still different in the end.

The young Zhang Zihao looked at his father with alienation, indifference, and ...... Suffering.

At this time, Hao Hao, the little guy who was more than eight years old, although he looked at him with nervousness and apprehension, still hid a closeness that he was not aware of.

Obviously, two days ago, he was just incomprehensible by his father, and he was just beaten by his father.

Zhang Yuanxiao suddenly remembered that someone had said such a sentence: When parents beat and scold their children, children will not stop loving their parents, but they will stop loving themselves.

Zhang Yuanxiao confirmed that Zhang Zihao in his previous life did not resent Zhang Yuanxiao, but he took the initiative to die, and he also took the initiative to reject the girl who confessed to him and liked each other, because he felt that he was not worthy of love, and he lost the ability to love himself and others.

"Dad, you, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Zihao had already walked in front of his father, looked up at his father who seemed to be a little red in his eyes, and asked quietly with a hint of timidity.

He felt as if his father was about to cry, but how could his father cry.

Dad is very powerful, he has never seen Dad cry.

Zhang Yuanxiao came back to his senses, suppressed his emotions, and even let the corners of his lips pull a smile, "It's nothing, Dad brought you braised pork rice at noon, let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to eat." ”

The lunch box, Zhang Yuanxiao had already carried it in his other hand, and he stretched out his other hand to let Zhang Zihao hold it.

It's just that his hand just stretched out, but Zhang Zihao seemed to be like a frightened rabbit, his eyes were closed in fright, his little body shrank slightly, and his little hand was clenched tightly, as if he wanted to defend, and as if he had given up resistance.