"Dad is in the car, go over and see dad."

Zhang Qiubai and Zhang Xinghe hurriedly met Zhang Jingyu. The three brothers came to the cart, and the boss bent down and picked up the younger brother.

Zhang Xinghe quickly smiled and said, "Dad, third brother is looking at you."

Feng Yin took advantage of the car stopping, not only took out his legs from the quilt, but also got out of the car to move his muscles and bones.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming was lying alone on the cart.

Seeing his third son appear, he asked seriously: "I was in the academy, didn't I make the masters angry, right?"

Zhang Jingyu was already afraid of his father, and his face, which was a little aggrieved, immediately became serious and solemn when he touched his father's gaze.

Listening to his father's inquiry, he quickly replied obediently: "Dad, don't worry, Yuer listens carefully to the class every day and studies consciously."

In order to increase persuasion, I added: "Mr. Qiao praised me yesterday."

"The classmates in the academy are also very good, and they have helped me a lot these days."

Zhang Yiming: "Well, my dad is not in the academy. Just do what he should do. Don't let your classmates laugh at you, and don't let your masters worry about it."

"Yu'er understands, dad."

Zhang Jingyu responded softly, remembered the important thing and asked, "Dad, how is your injury? Are you getting better?"

Zhang Yiming felt a little more comfortable when he listened to his younger son's inquiry.

This kid is pretty deliberate.

When he met, his eyes softened: "You are intent, it doesn't matter if your father's injury. You will get better after recuperating for a while."

Zhang Jingyu couldn't help but sigh of relief: "That's good, Dad, you should recuperate well, Yuer will take good care of himself."

As he said that, he looked at Feng Yin again: "Mom, Yu'er... Yu'er..."

Facing his mother who has always loved her the most, Zhang Jingyu's voice choked up. After working hard for a long time, he couldn't say a word completely.

"Talk well."

Although Zhang Yiming knew that this kid had suffered a lot in the past few days, he didn't want to see him crying like this, a boy.

Hearing his father's scolding, Zhang Jingyu raised his hand and wiped his eyes, took a deep breath and came to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin looked at him softly, and asked with a smile on his lips: "What? I've just left home for a few days, and I missed my mother so much?"

Zhang Jingyu first bowed to Feng in a regular manner: "My son pays homage to his mother."

"Be good at Yu'er."

Feng Yin reached out to help him up, and the curve of the corner of his lips became obvious, "How are you doing without your father these days, and you don't have much money?"

Zhang Jingyu's face turned slightly red and said in a low voice: "Mom, Yu'er finally knows what it means to 'one penny stump the hero'."

"Puff."

Feng Yin was amused by the little guy's words.

He reached out and patted his forehead: "You little brat, do you know what a hero is?"

Zhang Jingyu touched the forehead that was slapped by Feng Yin, and his little face turned redder: "I don't know what a hero is, I know my life is difficult."

"Do you know why mom wants you to live like this?"

Feng Yin knew that this was not the time to talk about the great truths with him, so it would be better to say something practical.

Zhang Jingyu shook his head and looked at her innocently: "Mom, Yu'er only knows that there are many places to spend money on her father's injury, and she doesn't understand anything else."

"Mom wants to tell you that for many years you didn't know, Mom and your brothers and sisters came here tightly at home."

Feng Yin's expression became serious and her tone became deeper, "Perhaps our lives are much harder than what you feel now."

Zhang Jingyu obviously couldn't believe what his mother said.
Chapter completed!