After wiping the medicine, Zhang Yuanxiao stretched out his other hand to wipe away the tears on the child's face.

Zhang Zihao was slightly startled, and then he realized that he was crying, and he hurriedly said: "Dad, I, I'm not crying." ”

He hurriedly stretched out the back of his hand to wipe it, Zhang Yuanxiao stopped it, and continued to wipe the tears from his face with his own hand.

"It's okay, you can cry if you want to, there's nothing to be ashamed of, both men and women can cry. Let's eat after crying. You open the lunch box, and Dad goes to wash his hands. ”

"Hmm." The child breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice responded childishly.

Zhang Yuanxiao got up and went to the bathroom, turned around halfway, and saw that the child was stretching out to open the lunch box, he was always so well-behaved and obedient, which could make people feel painful.

In the past, Zhang Zihao was beaten and always yelled, saying that he couldn't cry as a man.

But Zhang Yuanxiao feels that there is really nothing to be ashamed of crying, especially since Zhang Zihao is still a child, it hurts, hurts, and is wronged, crying is a normal thing, and often suppresses negative emotions, which is not good, and it is not good for the body and psychology.

Just after apologizing, Zhang Yuanxiao wanted to cheekily ask if he could forgive his father.

But thinking about it, I still didn't ask.

He didn't want to force Zhang Zihao, what he forgave or not was that the harm had already happened, and what he should do now was to make amends and make amends.

Here, the tears on Zhang Zihao's face were wiped away, his emotions eased down, and he opened the lunch box after listening to his father's words.

There were two lunch boxes, he thought, one should be his, and the other was Dad's.

He didn't expect that his father would bring a lunch box to the school cafeteria with him to eat.

However, he felt that today's father seemed to have changed a little.

He can't say exactly what has changed, but he feels like his father loves him a little, at least, at least a little more.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zihao's lips pursed a slight arc, and his eyes soaked in water became brighter and brighter.

He opened the lunch box with his little short hand, guessing what his father would cook for him.

just thought that he must have a meal with meat and vegetables, and his father ate it with pickles, so Zhang Zihao's action of opening the lunch box was slower.

In the past, he was ignorant and thought that his father ate pickles because they were delicious, but now that he is growing up, he vaguely knows that it is not like that.

But he also wanted his father to have meat and vegetables to eat.

Zhang Zihao thought about it, wait a minute, you must muster up the courage to put some meat for your father from the lunch box, today's father should, should not be angry.

As the lunch box was opened, a fragrant smell swept in, and then spread domineeringly.

"It smells so good."

"It's the smell of meat, it's so delicious."

"Who brought the meat?"

The little classmates who were humming and eating like pigs suddenly smelled the domineering smell and stopped all of a sudden, looking for traces.

Zhang Zihao blinked his beautiful big eyes, his small mouth opened into an O-shape, and he stared blankly at the two lunch boxes in front of him.

The two lunch boxes are all in the same dish, with white rice, meat, vegetables, and eggs.

It's just that one lunch box is only five points full, and the other lunch box is full, especially the meat, which is so much, the full soup is still poured on the white rice, the color is attractive, it looks more fragrant, and the green vegetables are also very fragrant, it looks very fresh, and it has not wilted because of the fact that it is placed in the lunch box.

And probably because the meal was put into the lunch box as soon as it was cooked, and it didn't take long to be opened.