They were so frightened that they hurriedly avoided it, for fear of being involved in some bloodshed.

……

Zhang Zihao listened to his father very much.

With a bruised little face, Zhang Zihao walked in the direction of home with his little short legs.

The eyes were still red, but there were no tears on the little face.

On the way, many people saw Zhang Zihao, although his face was bruised, but he also recognized this little guy.

"This is Zhang Zihao, hey, why did this face become like this, could it be that Zhang Yuanxiao beat him, that guy, how can he do it to Xiao Zihao at every turn like this, Xiao Zihao is his only son, and he was beaten so badly, what if the child is broken?"

"Hey, a child without a mother is a piece of grass, Zhang Yuanxiao is a grumpy person who likes to do things, we are just irrelevant people, what can we do."

"What a sin, what a child boy Hao is."

“……”

Everyone whispered, afraid of being heard by Zhang Zihao.

Because Zhang Yuanxiao had a previous conviction for beating Zhang Zihao before, people who didn't understand the situation this time should also attribute Zhang Zihao's injury to Zhang Yuanxiao, and they all pity Zhang Zihao, the little guy.

Although Zhang Zihao felt that everyone looked at him a little strangely, he didn't think about it so much.

On the way back, he was thinking that his father would help him get justice and clean up the bullies.

How do you clean it up?

Can Dad do it alone?

Thinking of his father's tall and strong appearance, Zhang Zihao thought, Dad will definitely be able to do it.

Soon, Zhang Zihao returned home.

Dad said that he would wait for his father to come back at home.

Zhang Zihao also followed his previous habit of coming back from school, opened the small square table, took out the homework book from his schoolbag, and began to write his homework.

The little hand strokes are very serious.

As the sun gradually sank in the west, the afterglow reflected on him, gradually elongating the originally small figure.

Zhang Yuanxiao saw such a scene when he came back.

He stopped and said, "Hao Hao." ”

The little guy raised his head instantly, his eyes burst with surprise and anticipation, and even his voice was much higher than usual, "Dad." ”

Zhang Yuanxiao strode over and directly hugged the little guy sitting on the chair with one hand.

"Ahh Zhang Zihao, who was unprepared, just exclaimed, and by the time he reacted, he had already vacated.

He also reacted, he was now being picked up by his father, like a child, and the front was his father's hot and firm chest.

Zhang Zihao has forgotten how long it has been since he has been hugged like this by his father, it seems that after his mother left, he was only a few years old at that time, more than two years old, he already remembered at that time, but he no longer remembered what his mother looked like.

After his mother left, Zhang Zihao kept looking forward to his father hugging him, but his father didn't.

Later, he hoped that his father would not beat him.

Recently, Dad stopped beating him.

Moreover, now Dad still hugs him, hugging him so high.

Zhang Zihao is so happy, it's just ......

He has grown up, he is almost nine years old, he is a big child, and he still lets his father hold him.

Zhang Zihao was actually a little ashamed, and the roots of his ears turned red unconsciously.

When his father carried him inside, he pulled his father's sleeve with his little hand, and whispered shyly: "Dad, put me down, I can be myself, I am already a big child." ”