Three hours later, the airtight and dark interrogation room was opened again, and with a soft pop, the white lights came on, which stung Zhang Zhiming's eyes slightly.

"Zhang Zhiming, you can go out now. Remember not to fight again. Your father is waiting for you outside. He has incurred a lot of medical expenses today."

"I know, officer, before I see my dad, can I trouble you with something?"

"What?"

"Can you give me a haircut? Just smooth it. I sincerely realize my mistake and want to start a new life."

Zhang Zhiming lifted up his long bangs and looked at the police with blank eyes.

The policeman thought for a while, shook his head and sighed: "It's enough to recognize your mistakes. Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. There is no need to lose your will."

Well, my plan to get a haircut for free failed, so it seems I have to find time to go to the barber shop on my own.

Zhang Zhiming had also met Wang Xiaohuan before, who had been hiding from him for a long time. After he successfully escaped, he slipped directly to the nearby police station to report the crime, so Zhang Zhiming searched around his house but could not find him.

But at this time, Zhang Zhiming was also somewhat glad that he could not find Wang Xiaohuan at that time, otherwise he thought that he would definitely beat Wang Xiaohuan to death in his dream, and thus be sentenced and lose the opportunity to see his only relative.

"Long time no see!" Zhang Zhiming recalled the not-so-tall figure with mist in his eyes.

His childhood was not a happy one. Although he had enough food and clothing, he never experienced family affection.

Parents were the strings set by the older generation. It was a cliché, like the way two old comrades got married on the fingertips of their arms, so that the mother, whose father was not cold at first, came together with his father.

This relationship also came to an end when Zhang Zhiming was seven years old due to the death of his grandfather. In the end, the court awarded him to his father, and he never saw his mother again.

At that time, Zhang's father may have also been hit. In order to forcefully numb himself, he forced himself to keep his feet off the ground every day, so he had no time to take care of Zhang Zhiming, which resulted in Zhang Zhiming being alone almost all the time from childhood to the second year of high school.

spend.

In the eyes of others, Zhang's father is a talent worth bragging about. He started from scratch and built a big business with his own efforts. From Xiao Zhang in others' mouth, he became Mr. Zhang.

But in Zhang Zhiming's eyes, his father was just an irresponsible guy, a fool who knew nothing but taking money, and an idiot who didn't know that what he longed for was family affection.

He also tried to win back his father's attention, ranked first in the exam, participated in the school children's singing competition and won a prize, and became someone else's child in the eyes of other parents, but none of these worked.

Then Zhang Zhiming chose to be naughty and mischievous. In junior high school, he went to the Internet cafe with his gangster classmates to stay up all night, skipped classes, fell in love early, and did all the bad things he could think of that would not hurt others, but his father still did not turn his attention to him.

Zhang Zhiming decided to hate his father and no longer pursue the illusory family love.

When Zhang's father turned around and wanted to take care of Zhang Zhiming, Zhang Zhiming felt that he no longer needed this father. He wanted to refute everything his father said and wanted to argue against anything his father did.

"A Ming, it's your 18th birthday today. I see that you always watch TV playing guitar, so I bought you a good guitar. I bought it for more than 10,000 yuan. Let's see if you like it."

"Boss Zhang, you don't need to worry about my affairs."

"But today is your birthday, so just give me some face and accept it!"

"I've never celebrated my birthday before, and I won't do it again in the future."

After many times, Zhang's father no longer doted on Zhang Zhiming, and the father and son began to fight tit for tat. In the end, Zhang Zhiming was so angry that he lived in the dormitory of the university until he graduated from college. He didn't go home to see Zhang's father, nor did he ask for Zhang's father again.

of a penny.

"A Ming, can you give me a little respect? No matter what, I am still your father!"

"What do you deserve my respect for?"

"You're not done yet, are you? I think I'm just giving you too much face. If you have the ability, never come to see me, and don't use my money."

"Okay, it's just what I want. Who cares about your dirty money?"

The last time Zhang Zhiming received news was in the first month after he graduated from college, a passenger plane crashed, and his father Zhang Tingyao's name was prominently listed on the list of victims.

He still remembered that before his father boarded the plane, he called himself: "A Ming, if you feel uncomfortable living outside, go home. It was my father who spoke too much before, and it was all his fault before.

..”

At that time, Zhang Zhiming was still secretly rejoicing that he finally defeated his father and made him realize the pain he had suffered for many years. At that time, he never thought that that would be his last conversation with his father.

The sky was gray, and Zhang Zhiming felt empty in his heart. The loneliness, loss and helplessness overwhelmed him for a moment. He felt as if the whole world had abandoned him. It was only then that Zhang Zhiming realized that he had never hated him.

than father.

Time flies by, and more than ten years have passed. Zhang Zhiming still remembers when he was eighteen years old, his proud father bowed his head and gave him his first birthday gift as if to please. When he was twenty-two years old, his father said awkwardly in an almost humble tone.

Apologize to yourself.

Following the police out of the interrogation room, I saw the 1.6-meter-slightly fat figure in the hall. It is said that his mother had always disliked his father because of his appearance, but Zhang Zhiming felt that this man was the most handsome man in the world.

The memories in his heart were peeling off, and they came to his mind year after year. His father had already apologized to him once.

And I still owe my father an apology!

When he is here, there is still a place to come in life; when he goes, there is only a way back in life.

This time, he didn't want to experience the tragedy of a son who wanted to support him but couldn't be taken care of.

"dad!"

Zhang Zhiming shouted in a trembling voice. Logically speaking, he was already in his thirties, but when the figure that had haunted him countless times appeared in front of his eyes, tears still fell from his eyes.

Zhang Tingyao, who was originally preparing to preach to his son, was a little confused when he was called. This was the first time in the past two years that his son called him dad. Usually when talking to him, you always come and feed him. He was a little uncomfortable for a moment: "Hey, hey.

,What’s wrong? Are the police comrades scaring you?”

The policeman who escorted Zhang Zhiming out was also stunned. Why was this perfectly fine man still crying?

None of us scared him or hit him.

Are children from wealthy families so vulnerable?

"No, it's okay."

Zhang Zhiming also realized that he had lost his composure. He raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears, and said hesitantly: "I just want to remind you that it's time to lose weight. It's not good for your health to gain weight anymore."

Zhang Tingyao was startled when he heard this and rolled his eyes. He thought he was trying to sensationalize the situation, but for a long time he was just being sentimental: "You still care about me, you are hungry, let's go eat first."

Zhang Zhiming followed his father out of the police station: "Okay, I want to get a haircut first."

"That's right."

Zhang Tingyao finally smiled, and even the slight irritation at being called into the police station to bail his son out was gone. However, he still spoke in a tone of someone who had experienced it and wanted to educate others: "I told you a long time ago that you should cut your hair.

It’s so refreshing and comfortable. I have to imitate those second-rate artists and become artists.”

If it were eighteen-year-old Zhang Zhiming, he would have argued after being lectured by his father, but now Zhang Zhiming just smiled: "I know, I know, I'm about to cut it."

It was already half past seven in the evening after the haircut, but the August sky was still slightly bright. The father and son went to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Zhang Zhiming took the initiative to take two bottles of liquor and put them on the table. He announced that he would give up drinking since his career became successful.

Zhang Tingyao laughed and poured himself a full glass.
Chapter completed!