Zhang Yuanxiao was stunned in place, looking at the obviously scared child in front of him with his eyes closed, and a wave of pathos suddenly rose in his heart.

He knew that this was a knee-jerk reaction, a psychological shadow.

After several years of stick education, Zhang Zihao got used to it, and when his father's palm was facing him, it brought pain from the slap.

Zhang Yuanxiao looked at the hand he stretched out.

It's big, bigger than a child's face, and it's very powerful, so it should hurt a lot to hit someone.

Zhang Yuanxiao suppressed his emotions, cursed the original owner, and then took the child's hand.

A child's hands, small, soft, and fleshy, feel good.

Zhang Yuanxiao couldn't help but tighten his grip.

Zhang Zihao opened his eyes, beautiful big eyes, with dazed and doubtful.

Dad didn't hit him, but took his hand.

So didn't Dad want to hit him just now?

Zhang Zihao breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes secretly fell on the hand of his father who was holding his hand.

Dad's hands are so big, they seem to be a little rough, but they are very dry, and they are very, very warm.

Zhang Zihao wanted to shrink his little hand into a small fist, and then stuffed the little fist into his father's big palm, which was wrapped in his father's big palm.

"Let's go, let's go inside, there's no one else here."

It wasn't until he was led by his father to the cafeteria that Zhang Zihao reacted, his father didn't leave after delivering him a meal as usual, but planned to eat with him?

Zhang Yuanxiao led Zhang Zihao to a corner with fewer people, not because he didn't want to communicate with others, but because he wanted to talk to his son about the night before yesterday.

So, Zhang Zihao just watched his father sit down beside him, and the two were a little close.

The proximity made Zhang Zihao a little uncomfortable.

In the past, when they ate at home, even if they ate together, they were face-to-face.

Then he saw his father take out something from his pocket, a small green plastic can, and as the small can was opened, a faint fragrance wafted out.

Zhang Zihao secretly glanced at it, as if it was a transparent paste.

What is it?

Zhang Zihao was curious, but didn't dare to ask.

Then he listened to his father: "Hao Hao, stretch out your left hand, and Dad will rub the medicine for you." ”

This is when Zhang Yuanxiao went to the town in the morning, he bought some medicinal herbs by the way, and he made an ointment that can reduce swelling and speed up the healing of wounds.

Zhang Yuanxiao knew that Zhang Zihao's hand must not be good, and if the little guy's face was looked at carefully, he could still see a slight swelling.

Speaking of which, the original owner was a bastard.

After beating his son, he refused to give his son medicine.

In the past, when the old lady was still there, she would secretly give medicine to her grandson, but more than two years ago, the old lady was gone.

And the original owner felt that if he didn't give his son medicine, he would be in pain like this, so that he could remember the lesson and not make mistakes again next time.

Zhang Yuanxiao really wanted to spit at the original owner, saying that your words are fart!

Seeing that the little guy was dumbfounded, as if he was completely stunned, he just went to take the child's hand.

I didn't think that the child retracted his hand, lowered his head, and said timidly: "No, no need, I, I don't hurt." ”

Zhang Yuanxiao sighed slightly, "Silly child, how can it not hurt." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the child's left hand over again.

Sure enough, the palm of the small hand was still red and swollen, a thick layer, some of the broken skin had healed, some had not healed, and a trace of blood could be seen.

Zhang Yuanxiao gritted his teeth and said in his heart: What a sin.