Chapter 4 The scumbag dad with stick education (4)

"Didn't I tell you not to go out when it rains?"

"Dad, I..."

"I thought you were obedient, but I didn't expect you to dare to go out in this weather. Let's see how I deal with you when I get back!"

With that said, Zhang Yuanxiao stooped down, picked up the short Zhang Zihao, bowed and held him in his arms, blocking the little guy tightly with his body and iron arms, and rushed down the mountain.

There was a lot of rain outside, but somehow, being held in his arms by his father at this moment, he could hear his father's rapidly beating heartbeat.

The thunder was still there, but at this time, Zhang Zihao could no longer notice the thunder or feel the fear from the thunder.

Just thinking about what his father had just said to go back and take care of him, Zhang Zihao's face turned pale, and his bangs that were wet by the rain hung down on his forehead.

Several times along the way, Zhang Zihao wanted to say that he had brought a raincoat for his father, but he never had the chance.

Dad was very fast, and soon the two of them arrived home.

Zhang Zihao was placed on the ground, and when he raised his head, he was slapped face to face.

Zhang Zihao subconsciously closed his eyes and his small body shrank.

Sure enough, the palm fell with a snapping sound.

The force of the slap was so strong that Zhang Zihao was caught off guard, and his small body was thrown by the force and fell to the ground.

The raincoat that was well protected in my arms also fell to the ground, but the room was too dark at this time, and you couldn't see it if you didn't pay attention.

As soon as Zhang Zihao got up from the ground, he saw that his father had brought the cane over at some point.

"Stretch out your left hand." The man's deep voice was very cold and hard on such a rainy night, with an air of indignity.

Zhang Zihao could only stretch out his left hand.

Soon, the cane rose up and hit the palm of the little hand again and again.

"I asked you to run outside on a rainy day."

"Don't you know it's dangerous when there's thunder and rain outside?"

"Do you know it's wrong? Ah, tell me, do you know it's wrong?"

Zhang Zihao's body shrank slightly, his face hurt, his palms hurt, and tears fell unconsciously. He didn't know whether it was because of pain or something else. He sobbed and whispered: "I, I was wrong."

"Louder! As a man, can't you even say a word?" The man's voice suddenly roared.

"Dad, I was wrong."

…

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

On the bed, the little man opened his eyes, his eyes filled with tears.

One side of the face is slightly swollen.

The early morning sunlight shines in through the window, and outside the window, it seems that you can hear the chirping of birds early in the morning.

Zhang Zihao's hand moved subconsciously, but there were bursts of pain in the palm of his left hand.

He raised his left hand and looked at it.

The palm of the child's delicate left hand was red and swollen, like a piece of steamed bread that had risen. There were faintly visible ridges, which were traces left by the rattan, and the skin was even broken in some places.

Looking at these traces, Zhang Zihao realized that it was not a dream, but what happened the night before.

Zhang Zihao turned over and continued to look at the palm of his left hand with a dull look in his eyes. He thought of his grandma.

In the past, when he was beaten by his father, his grandma would always stop him, give him medicine, and hold him while he cried.

Grandma said: "Haohao, don't blame your father, your father actually loves you the most."

On the bed, Zhang Zihao blinked his long eyelashes, and a tear rolled down his cheek. He had a little question in his heart, does his father really love him the most?
Chapter completed!