In the dream, he and Liu Hong had a fight, Liu Hong and his party threw his schoolbag into the river, and mocked him, saying that Zhang Zihao's mother ran away, and his father didn't love him, so he often beat him.

They fought.

He was also taken to Orchard Father Zhang Yuanxiao again.

"Zhang Yuanxiao, your Zhang Zihao has to be educated well, you can't care about anything without your mother, and you still beat people, it's too uneducated."

"Look at what he has done to our grandson/son, they are all classmates, how can this be."

"Zhang family boy, this child can't just have good grades, if this root is broken, it will be a big deal, and it will harm the society in the future."

"You're going to have to teach him a hard lesson this time."

"Yes, hit him, the child can't be beaten if he doesn't fight."

Surrounded by voices clamoring to beat Zhang Zihao, each one became more intense than the other.

Zhang Zihao, who was embarrassed and had a bruised face, was small and was vigorously pushed in front of Zhang Yuanxiao.

Zhang Zihao raised his little face, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but saw his father Zhang Yuanxiao turn around, directly picked up a branch the thickness of a child's arm from the ground, and directly pumped it on Zhang Zihao's body.

The sound of "popping" hit Zhang Zihao again and again, which made the body injuries that were already due to being beaten by Liu Hong and several people even more painful.

"Dad, I'm ......" Zhang Zihao tried hard to open his mouth to speak, but the voice was drowned out in a whipping.

The tall man had a calm face and did not speak, his face was full of dark clouds.

Zhang Zihao inadvertently saw his eyes, and somehow, his small mouth suddenly closed, and his lips tightened.

He silently accepted the beating.

At this moment, the man suddenly exerted force, and Zhang Zihao's small body was thrown out, and he just hit his head on a tree.

A sharp object on the tree slashed Zhang Zihao's forehead, and blood flowed down.

His eyes also became in a trance.

But at this moment, he didn't feel a pain in his forehead, he only felt that his heart suddenly became very painful.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the light under them was small inch by inch, until it was dark.

……

On the bed, Zhang Zihao opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes stunned.

His little hand subconsciously touched a certain position on his forehead.

There, it seems, there should be a scar, a scar that can't be removed no matter how much medicine you rub.

His little hand touched it vigorously, but his forehead was smooth.

It was the middle of the night, and the room was dark.

Zhang Zihao's body moved, and suddenly a voice came from above his head.

"What's wrong, is it a nightmare? Scared? The man's voice was hoarse and lazy without waking up.

Suddenly, the man's big hand fished out Zhang Zihao's small body directly into his arms.

Zhang Zihao immediately stuck to his hot and firm chest.

The fan kept spinning overhead, and it didn't seem to bring much wind.

Summer nights are still hot.

But at this moment, Zhang Zihao was held in his father's arms, sticking to this hot chest, and his little hands secretly hugged his father's waist, but Zhang Zihao was very relieved at this time.

He remembered.

Dad suddenly slept in a room with him a few days ago, a bed, saying that he was afraid of sleeping alone.

He also remembered that he did fight with Liu Hong and them today, but his father listened to him and helped him get justice.

Dad also said that he loved him the most.