Chapter 17 Never Come Back
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There are more than 1,000 students in the whole grade, and they have been ranked first for two consecutive years.
Zhuang Wenzhao may not be able to imagine how difficult this is.
He only knows that his youngest son Zhuang Yuhang is still in elementary school, and there are more than 40 students in the class.
One look at Zhuang Yuhang's test ranking basically knows how many people are in their class.
"Mr. Zhuang, you have never come to the school for a parent meeting, but many parents of students in our class actually want to meet you." Zhang Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
"Meet me?" Zhuang Wenzhao was stunned: "Why?"
"They want to ask you how to educate such an excellent child." Zhang Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.
It's really a bit ironic.
Zhuang Wenzhao's face is not good, and it turns blue and white.
For a moment, he didn't know how to refute.
From childhood to adulthood, he just didn't care about Zhuang Ziang's education method.
He only knew that Zhuang Ziang's grades have always been good, and he always easily got into the best school in the city without worrying about it.
"Mr. Zhuang, if these are not enough, I can show you some photos."
Zhang Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone, turned to a special album, and handed it to Zhuang Wenzhao.
Those were the photos of Zhuang Ziang winning awards in various competitions over the past two years.
He has won many honors not only for himself, but also for his class and school.
But every time he won an award, no family member cheered for him.
"Other children, even if they won a third prize, would get hugs and encouragement from their parents."
"Every time Zhuang Ziang won a first prize, he could only stand alone on the podium and look at others with envy."
"Almost every time, it was me, the class teacher, who accompanied him."
Hearing Zhang Zhiyuan's emotional words, Zhuang Wenzhao was speechless.
He had to admit that he did not care enough about Zhuang Ziang and was not a competent father.
Zhuang Ziang tried to be patient and restrained, but his eyes were still red.
Isn't family affection something innate?
Why did he work so hard for things that others easily got, but still had nothing?
No matter how good Zhuang Ziang is, like all children, he longs for his parents' love.
He wants to be praised, hugged, and surrounded by endless love.
But Zhuang Wenzhao and Xu Hui let him down again and again.
Until one day, he finally forced himself to accept the reality that he was never their pride.
There was silence in the office for a long time.
Zhuang Wenzhao finally spoke awkwardly: "Teacher, although Zhuang Ziang's grades are good, this is not a reason for him to contradict his parents."
"Zhuang Ziang is usually very obedient. There is a reason for doing this today. Don't you know?" Zhang Zhiyuan blurted out angrily.
"Teacher Zhang!" Zhuang Ziang interrupted.
He showed a begging look and shook his head at Zhang Zhiyuan.
His eyes turned red little by little, and his lower lip was bitten with blood.
"Zhuang Ziang..." Zhang Zhiyuan's nose was sour and he couldn't help choking.
Zhuang Ziang didn't want his secret to be told.
Once Zhuang Wenzhao learned the truth, he would immediately feel remorseful and blame himself, and try his best to treat him well, give him meticulous care, and try to make up for the fatherly love that he had lost for more than ten years.
However, that was just guilt, not true love.
He was unwilling to use his life and dignity as a bargaining chip in exchange for this false love.
Zhang Zhiyuan could only respect Zhuang Ziang's choice and clenched his fists.
Qin Shulan took out her mobile phone to check the time, and whispered to Zhuang Wenzhao: "Yuhang is about to finish school, we have to go to pick him up."
Zhuang Wenzhao stared at Zhuang Ziang: "I'll ask again, are you going home?"
"No, I live well with my mother." Zhuang Ziang has made up his mind.
"Well, if you don't come back today, don't come back in this life." Zhuang Wenzhao said angrily, threw the chair, and left.
Qin Shulan hurriedly followed, fearing that she would be late and Zhuang Yuhang would be waiting anxiously.
Against the light, looking at Zhuang Wenzhao's back, Zhuang Ziang suddenly said: "Dad, have you never felt relieved for a moment to have a son like me?"
Zhuang Wenzhao stopped, did not turn around, and did not answer.
He stubbornly believed that there was no reason for a father to apologize to his son.
"Forget it, go!" The last glimmer of hope in Zhuang Ziang's eyes was extinguished.
"If you don't love me, why bring me to this world?"
Zhuang Wenzhao paused for a few seconds, and then took a firm step.
After all, Zhuang Ziang is eighteen years old and can take good care of himself.
When he figured it out, he came back.
In the office, only Zhang Zhiyuan and Zhuang Ziang were left.
All the hostility disappeared.
"Zhuang Ziang, don't be sad, there are still many people in this world who care about you, such as me, such as Li Huangxuan and Lin Mushi, think more about us." Zhang Zhiyuan comforted softly.
"Teacher Zhang, thank you." Zhuang Ziang clenched his teeth tightly, and his jaw trembled slightly.
He tried to restrain his tears. In front of Zhuang Wenzhao, no matter how tough he pretended to be, he was still a child with a fragile heart.
Zhang Zhiyuan asked: "Such a big thing, you really don't plan to tell your father?"
Zhuang Ziang said with a crying voice: "I just want to make myself look decent."
Zhang Zhiyuan nodded to show his understanding.
But as a teacher, he has his own responsibilities.
Zhuang Ziang currently looks normal and can be treated according to the doctor's advice temporarily. If the condition worsens, the parents must be notified.
"Teacher Zhang, can I take a leave in the afternoon? Anyway, I can't listen to the class in this emotional state."
"Okay, I'll approve your leave application, you relax your mood."
Coming out of the office, Zhuang Ziang was lost and walked aimlessly.
Passing by a classroom, I heard a class having a music class, singing old songs with a sense of age.
Little child, did you cry today?
Have all your friends left, leaving behind loneliness that cannot be taken away.
Beautiful child, did you cry today?
Did you dirty your beautiful clothes, but you can't find anyone to talk to.
…
With a ding, the phone in Zhuang Ziang's pocket received a message.
Little Butterfly: Zhuang Ziang, are you unhappy again?
Zhuang Ziang quickly typed a reply: How do you know? I asked for leave in the afternoon.
Little Butterfly: Go pick me up outside the ginkgo tree, I'll climb over the wall to play with you.
Zhuang Ziang quickly looked at the northwest corner of the basketball court, where there was no one.
The tall ginkgo tree swayed its branches and leaves slightly in the wind.
He took the leave note approved by Zhang Zhiyuan, came out of the school gate, and then made a big turn and came to the outside of the wall.
From a distance, Su Yudie was seen sitting on the wall.
Her little feet in white canvas shoes swung in the air.
"The wall is so high, how did you climb up?" Zhuang Ziang asked curiously.
"I stole a ladder from the equipment room." Su Yudie explained with a smile.
Zhuang Ziang was even more confused.
A school beauty carrying a ladder across the playground, wouldn't she be caught by the security guard?
"What are you daydreaming about? Catch me!" Su Yudie urged.
"Oh!" Zhuang Ziang quickly stretched out his arms and motioned her to jump down.
Su Yudie jumped and landed precisely in Zhuang Ziang's arms.
She was very light, so it was effortless to hold her.
Looking closely at this exquisite and impeccable face, Zhuang Ziang's breath was a little heavy and his heart beat fast.
"Are you just holding me like this?" Su Yudie's pretty face flushed.
Zhuang Ziang came to his senses and put her down in a panic.
The spring breeze blew past, ruffling the girl's hair.
It also ruffled the boy's heart.
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