"Zhang Ergou, Zhang Ergou..." A burst of rapid shouts broke the tranquility of the past.

"Who, this morning, was reincarnated?" The man who made this lazy voice was a middle-aged man. You may as well look up. Such a man with disheveled hair, hair is a little brighter than oil, and hair is tied into strands, which is actually a father. Can you believe it?

It’s not bragging. Every time I go to see my father, he is like a prisoner in prison. He hasn’t had a haircut or wash his face for a long time. When he smiles, he has yellow teeth and a tone that is bigger than athlete’s foot. You are not wrong. He is my father, the one who gave birth to me.

"Wang Laodu, why are you so free today? I remember to come to me?" Gentlemen Tengtan has always been his father's expertise. As he spoke, he was wearing leather shoes that were even brighter than his head.

"Oh, I'm a mother. Look at you, is this still a father? Why don't you open the door quickly?" Wang Laodu spoke twice as fast as a woodpecker's mouth. He finished talking quickly.

My father didn't slow down any longer. He saw his left hand in his shoes vent, and he snapped his fingers in the air, and the door opened. My father knew that Wang Laodu had something urgent, and it was a big deal. He had never seen him so anxious before. He turned around and said, "Wang Laodu, if you have anything to do, I'm in a hurry, but I didn't cook to entertain you."

"What else can I cook? Something happened to your kid!"

"What happened? What happened to him? Isn't he going to school at this time?"

"I'm going to school, but he seems to be fighting with someone and being brought into the bureau. The teacher just called me and asked me to call the guardian to go to the police station to catch people. Oh, what a good child has done?" Wang Laodu said, shook his head and sighed.

"Okay, okay, don't cry here. You're so anxious about this little thing, why are you almost crying?" My father got up and walked downstairs, "You go down and wait for me first. I'll go out of the toilet and go with you."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Laodu quickly stepped forward and rushed out of his father, leaving a sentence "Then you should hurry up!". The father shook his head helplessly and followed him.

Our house is a bit barren. It is a two-story small board house built on a small open space next to a garbage dump. Although it is a bit simple, my father doesn't dislike me and has no complaints. I have lived here for eighteen years, without friends or pets, and only a small forest not far away, with a pool there. In summer, I often go there with my father to take a bath, but my father just lie down all day, as if he has magic.

My toilet and kitchen are on the first floor. My father is very sloppy and lazy. He never washes and folds his quilts, cooks or does housework. When he was a child, he had an aunt taking care of us, but I have never seen her again since I went to elementary school. I also asked my father, but my father always gets angry, then scolds him, and ends up drinking and sleeping.

OK, don't say much.

A minute later, my father opened the door, the stubble and dust on his face were washed, and his clothes became clean, but the black oil hair was still there. After Wang Laodu, he took a taxi and went straight to the police station.

In just ten minutes, he passed quickly. His father sniffed in the car for a while, but Wang Laodu didn't dare to disturb him. As soon as the car stopped, Wang Laodu was about to call him with his right hand, but he opened his eyes, opened the car door and walked down.

"Are you Zhang Ergou?" A young policeman with a burly figure looked at his father's ID card, then glanced at his father's face in the outskirts, and said with a smile.

"Hey, comrade, don't be as good as him. He just worked." A middle-aged policeman in a police uniform walked over quickly, turned his head and asked the young policeman to do other things, and said to his father, "That's right, your son had just had some unhappiness with some classmates at Hengyang High School, and started fighting with someone and sent him to the hospital. We definitely couldn't ignore it when we received a call, so we brought your son back."

"Where are others?" My father said firmly.

"Oh, that's right. We hope that both parties can communicate and see if they can reconcile. No problem that can be solved with money is a problem, right? We have finished asking your son's words, but you may not be able to take away the person." The middle-aged policeman smiled and turned to the young policeman just now and shouted, "Ask him when will Mr. Luo come."

"That's right. We have notified the family of the beaten child, and they are almost here. You both sides have negotiated to see if you can give an explanation so that you can take the child back."

"Okay, I'll sit and wait for them to come." After saying that, my father and Wang Laodu sat on the iron stool beside him, without saying anything, and my father closed his eyes again.

After waiting for a long time, a luxury car parked at the door of the police station. A beautiful woman walked down, wearing a famous brand from a large factory, and carrying a bag with no material on her right hand, and walked in. At this time, her father also opened his eyes.

"Captain Zhang, you are also an old man from the police station. Do you have to ask us for a while for this matter?" The woman's sarcastic voice came in, and she heard the sound before she saw her.

"Mrs. Luo, you are here." He pulled the leather chair from the side and continued, "Mrs. Luo, please sit down first, I'll tell you the specific situation."

"What else can I say? They called my Haoer first, what else can they say?" The woman sat down, took the coffee and said.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Luo was beaten. But we conducted a detailed investigation from the surveillance and classmates. Mr. Luo first told me that he was hurting people. Moreover, Mr. Luo has been uneasy in school over the years, and many classmates have complained about him."

"When I was studying at my Luo family's school, what do they want to do? Can't they rebel? I don't care. Today I will see who dares to touch my Haohao!" The woman looked aggressive and deliberately turned the volume up a little.

The father stood up, walked towards the two of them, glanced at the middle-aged policeman, and said to the woman: "I am Zhang Lingzhi's father, I guess you are Luo Jiahao's mother, right?"

"Oh, you are the father of the beggar? Why? Who do you want to kill with this look?" The woman stood up and shouted, "Don't be ungrateful. Our Jiahao was severely attacked by that kid today and is still lying in the hospital. If there is something in my Haohao, I can't do it, I see what you can explain!"

"This way, I don't think you are like those who are short of money. Why don't we go and see your son first. If something goes wrong, I won't give it back to Lingzhi twice as much. Can you see it?"

"What do you mean by that? Explain it."

The father shook his head and said, "It means that if your son breaks his hand, I will destroy Zhang Lingzhi's hands. Do you think it's right?"
Chapter completed!