graceful retarded

It was already night when Huang Mao and Zhang Mitang got the news and rushed over.

"Tsk, ouch, my God! Are you okay?" Huang Mao looked at the bandages on Zhang Zhi's face, and made a hissing sound of inhalation.

"Oh, hello! My God, it hurts just looking at it."

Zhang Mitang stood by the hospital bed, staring at Zhang Xuan, but didn't make a sound.

"Sit over."

Hearing Zhang Xuan's words, the little girl sat down on the edge of the bed, still muffled and silent.

"Brother is fine." Zhang Xuan touched her head with his hand.

Zhang Mitang pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Xuan's little finger.

"Hey! What about him?" Huang Mao looked around and asked Zhang Xuan cautiously, seeing no one.

"It's too late, I let him go back first."

"Just... just let people go away like this?" Huang Mao's eyes widened.

"Well, my injury is also the consequence of my recklessness, I don't want to put any pressure on him."

"...Then...then you", Huang Mao wanted to say something, but was startled by the sound of the crutch hitting the ground.

"I'm going to beat you to death today, you little bastard." An energetic little old man walked over with a cane, bumping up and down. Booming echoes, after all he thought his son's head was... probably empty.

Huang Mao was terrified watching from the side, fearing that the old man's stick would come down just like that, and Zhang Xuan would have to lie down in the operating room again.

Mr. Zhang held up his crutches for a long time, while Zhang Xuan sat indifferently, neither begging for mercy nor avoiding it.

Wow, the old man is so angry!

"Hmph! Mi Tang is next to me today, I won't hit you, remember it for the next time, and we will settle accounts together next time."

The crutch stomped on the ground and made a muffled sound, "Tell me!".

"The doctor said there's nothing wrong with the eyes," Zhang Xuan replied sternly.

"Hmm..." The old man sat on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, "Then?"

"Gone".

"Gone???".

"Gone".

"Why did you get hurt! Who is it! What happened! How could it be gone?" The old man stomped his crutch again.

"Don't be so irritable, you're scaring Xiaotang." Zhang Xuan glanced at the irritable old man, and reached out to stroke his sister's head.

Seeing the harmony between their brothers and sisters, Mr. Zhang paused for a while in embarrassment.

After a short pause, he began to question again.

"No! I came here today to ask about the situation! You must explain things clearly to me!".

"Huang Mao told you about the specific situation before it came, and the general situation is almost like that."

"Don't try to fool me." Mr. Zhang stood up, "Ah Huang, take Mi Tang out."

"...Eh...Okay", Huang Mao felt wronged by his nickname like a dog, and took Zhang Mitang out.

Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows and looked at his serious father.

"You don't look at me that way! If I don't, you'll use Mi Tang to block me again." The old man felt a little unnatural being seen by his son.

"Now tell me why it happened like this."

"...to act bravely in the face of righteousness".

"Fart! Do you still act bravely with your virtue?? Do you really think I'm stupid?" Old man Zhang was almost pissed off by Zhang Xuan, and he wanted to have a deep conversation with father and son, but this son of a bitch stopped his words.

"I'm your old man. I know your personality very well. I heard Huang Mao said that you are here to save people?".

"Um……".

"What kind of person is it?".

"A... very good person".

Mr. Zhang now understands that feelings are not only about acting bravely, but also about being a hero to save the beauty.

"Hmph, did you see someone else's girl?"

"Look at it, but it's not a girl."

The little old man, who was a little out of touch with society, had a blank expression on his face for a few seconds.

"what?".

The author has something to say:

Today I saw a cute little milk dog with fried chicken, really, cute fried chicken (), he grabbed my leg and wouldn't let me go, my heart almost melted

Today I... still look so beautiful ヾ()~