Chapter 1 The scumbag dad with stick education (1)

Dad, if I accidentally do something wrong, please don't hit me. Please communicate with me patiently and let me realize my mistake and make corrections seriously. Dad, I hope you are like a small sapling, and you are like the warm sunshine, refreshing

The soil, accompany me to grow up healthily and happily. I don’t want you to be just a pair of cold scissors, just pruning my twigs that may be crooked.

Every time the scissors fall, it is a pain and a wound that may never heal in a lifetime. Dad, I hope that when you turn your palm towards me, you will give me a touch of love and care, warmth, not violence that scares me. Dad

, can you also tell me that I, too, was born, worthy of being loved and treated with tenderness. - Zhang Zihao (monologue from the previous life)

Zhang Zihao had a dream, and there was lightning and thunder in the dream...

In summer, the weather in Qingshui Village, which is located close to the mountains and is remote, is always unpredictable.

It was only around five o'clock in the afternoon. One second, the sky was clear and clear. The next second, the sky suddenly became gloomy. The dark clouds were lowering one by one and stacked on top of each other. It seemed that something was brewing. It was scary to look at it.

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Zhang Zihao, who is over eight years old, was sitting in front of a small table, holding a pencil in his short hand, writing homework. The little guy was very focused, writing stroke by stroke with his little hand, writing very seriously. He was wearing short-sleeved clothes and sitting up straight with his back.

The little white face was tense, and the little red lips moved occasionally, as if they were silently reciting something.

Mostly because he was writing with concentration, although Zhang Zihao didn't notice that the sky was getting dark, he still couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly in order to see clearly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from outside and rolled up a paper Zhang Zihao had placed on the table, then dropped it to the ground.

Only then did Zhang Zihao come back to his senses from his homework, hurriedly picked up the paper, then raised his head and looked outside blankly.

The Zhang family's house is made of bricks, without white paint or tiles. It looks very simple. There is a room on the left and right sides, the living room in the middle, and the stove is built outside, which can be regarded as a small room.

, At this time, Zhang Zihao was doing homework in the living room. The living room was not big, and there was an open space outside. From the living room, you could see the open space and the sky outside at a glance.

Dark clouds were hanging over the head, and it was gloomy.

"Is it going to rain?" Zhang Zihao murmured, and suddenly remembered the clothes still hanging outside. He put down the pencil and papers, pressed them with the pencil case, picked up the small stool he was sitting on, and stepped on it.

He ran outside.

In Qingshui Village, the houses are scattered in a scattered manner, and there is a small open space in front of every house. There are bamboo poles supported on the open space, which are covered with clothes, quilts, etc.

When Zhang Zihao ran out holding the stool, he saw his and his father's clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

Put the stool under the bamboo pole, and Zhang Zihao will step on the stool to collect the clothes.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed across the horizon, and with a click, most of the originally dark sky was illuminated. Zhang Zihao subconsciously looked up, and lightning broke through the clouds, bringing thrilling power.

The lightning only lasts for two or three seconds.

Just as the lightning fell, something seemed to rumble over. Zhang Zihao was startled. For a moment, he thought the mountain had collapsed.

"Boom", the thunder came with thousands of momentum.

"Ouch, it's thundering and lightning. It's going to rain heavily."

"The rain must be coming soon. Hurry up and put away your clothes and quilts, otherwise it will be too late."

"Quick, quick, quick."
Chapter completed!