"Xiaoxiao, how was your day at school?" Zhang Xiaochen asked about the situation and served Tang Xiaoxiao some food.
Tang Xiaoxiao ate it with relish.
"They told me a lot of fun things, and they even gave me a lot of their toys to play with. Their big schoolbags had everything in them."
"Get along well with your classmates and don't get into conflicts."
"I know mommy."
Tang Xiaoxiao lowered his head without raising his head and just focused on cooking.
Zhang Xiaochen looked at it and picked up some food for him.
"Why just eat today?"
"The rice...the rice comes with soup, it's delicious."
Zhang Xiaochen couldn't figure out what the little kid in front of him was thinking, so he had to pick up some food for him.
"Here, eat more, it's all what you like."
Zhang Xiaochen added vegetables to Tang Xiaoxiao's bowl. Tang Xiaoxiao still didn't raise his head and just ate there.
Zhang Xiaochen suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some flowers on Tang Xiaoxiao's forehead covered by his hair. Because his hair was covered, he couldn't see clearly what they were.
She put down her bowl, then reached out and brushed her bangs. Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't react for a moment, her hair was brushed away, and the scratch on her forehead was directly exposed to Zhang Xiaochen's eyes.
Zhang Xiaochen saw it. The wound was starting to scab, so he quickly put down his chopsticks, looked at his wound very worriedly, and asked hurriedly.
"What's going on with you? Why are you injured? Why is it still so big? Did you fall or touch it? Why didn't you tell mommy?"
Tang Xiaoxiao was frightened by Zhang Xiaochen's excited state. He looked at Zhang Xiaochen with panic in his eyes, and then said softly.
"It's just...when I was playing with my classmates...I accidentally bumped into it. I hit it myself."
"Where did you hit it? Why is there such a big injury here? Look, there is so much blood and scabs here. Why didn't the teacher call you? Where did you hit it at school? I will take you to find the teacher tomorrow.
Go, why is there such a serious safety hazard in this school? If you don’t pay attention to this big piece of collision, it will be disfigured."
Zhang Xiaochen felt heartbroken when he saw the wound, and there were tears in his eyes.
Tang Xiaoxiao was panicked when he saw Zhang Xiaochen's story.
"I just accidentally bumped into a classmate. It's no big deal and doesn't hurt. There's no need to call the teacher."
"The wound no longer hurts?"
Tang Xiaoxiao nodded.
Zhang Xiaochen couldn't even eat anymore, so he pulled Xiaoxiao to sit on the sofa, and then took down the medicine box from the cabinet next to the sofa.
"Come here, let me help you do it first, otherwise the wound will become inflamed and it will not heal. Why is it like this? This school doesn't even take care of it."
Tang Xiaoxiao said nothing.
Zhang Xiaochen kept asking.
"How did you get this wound?"
Use a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to wipe the wound without applying force at all.
"Does it hurt?"
Tang Xiao shook his head slightly.
"It doesn't hurt."
"Just scream if it hurts. I'll be gentle. If the scar is scabbed, you have to use force, otherwise it won't come off. There's still mud and sand in it? How did you wipe it off? Did you play with your face on the ground?"
"It's just... I accidentally fell."
Tang Xiaoxiao was evasive. Zhang Xiaochen concentrated on treating his wounds, and did not forget to ask about other situations.
"Are there any scratches on your hands or on your legs? How could you fall on your head?"
Zhang Xiaochen was still feeling distressed, but the phone on the other end rang.
Zhang Xiaochen looked at her cell phone, then at her son in front of her. She went over and took the cell phone over, then sat back and waited to continue anti-inflammation of Tang Xiaoxiao's wound.
When she saw that the person calling was actually Mok Wenyu? An inexplicable feeling passed through her heart? Then there was a hint of ominous feeling.
But I still felt sorry for my son. He was thinking so much that he hurriedly answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone? Put the phone aside.
"Hello? Xiaochen!"
Mo Wenyu on the other end of the phone seemed a little excited? But Zhang Xiaochen was also thinking about his own affairs, so he didn't notice it at all.
"Hey, Wenyu? What's the matter with you calling me now? I'm busy here? If there's nothing urgent? I'll call you back to talk to you later."
But Zhang Xiaochen didn't know that the person on the other end of the phone was already crying because of Tang Xiaoxiao, the culprit. He was twitching when he spoke. He was crying so hard.
"What's going on? Your son hit my son again? Oh my god? There's a big scratch on the left side of the face, and the whole face is disfigured. Why are you so angry and hitting my son again?"
"
Mo Wenyu's complaint call was like a thunderbolt from the blue, knocking Zhang Xiaochen's head off. Her entire movements were now frozen.
Tang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment when he heard the complaint on the other end of the phone.
His body didn't move, his eyes rolled around, watching Zhang Xiaochen's reaction, he swallowed, then hurriedly slid from the sofa to the floor, ran to the other side, and ran to an area where he was not safe to hide.
.
"Don't blame me. Who made his son say that I don't have a father? And he was the one who bullied me first. He, he was so much bigger than me. He pushed me against the wall. It hurt so much that I bumped into it.
After rubbing it against the wall, I pushed him and then kicked him. He fell down on his own. There were only a lot of stones on the side. No, it’s not my fault! He couldn’t stand firm when he stood up on his own.
It fell."
Now it was Tang Xiaoxiao's turn to start a heartbreaking accusation, and some of it was incoherent. Zhang Xiaochen got angry and glared at him after hearing this. Tang Xiaoxiao immediately stopped talking, not daring to make any more mistakes.
Second-rate.
"Zhang Xiaochen, what are you doing? Did you listen to my call?"
Listening to the wailing on the phone, Zhang Xiaochen quickly came back to his senses.
"I'm here, listening, tell me, what's wrong with Xiaozhi's face?"
"You little brat, please take good care of it. Come and see what my son has become! I usually fight all day long, but this time my face was ruined. Can you please calm down? Oh my God,
There's a big bruise on my face, and my lips are swollen."
"If Tang Xiaoxiao hadn't been your son, really, I would have knocked your mouth out if I went over to him! My hand was broken, why are there so many hands pushing around? If I didn't push my son, this would be fine.
, and feet!”
There were harsh words on the phone, and Zhang Xiaochen had no choice but to listen. He didn't refute it when he saw his son's passing, so what he said over there must be the truth.
Now that I am not there, I cannot see the real situation, what it is like, but it should be very close to what Mok Wenyu described.
And Tang Xiaoxiao was leaning against the wall, timid and afraid to move.
Now Zhang Xiaochen was holding it in so much that his chest hurt and he felt very heavy.