Zhang Zhiyuan stood in the corridor, trying to calm down, and the phone in his pocket rang.
He picked up the phone, and it was a call from the school guard room.
"Zhuang Ziang, the security guard in the guard room said that there is an old man looking for you."
"Old man?" Zhuang Ziang was puzzled.
"I heard that he is over 70 years old, you can go and see him!" Zhang Zhiyuan said.
Zhuang Ziang trotted all the way to the school gate. When he saw the old man squatting in front of the guard room, he couldn't stop crying immediately, and his tears fell down.
The old man was over 70 years old, his sparse hair was completely white, and his face was full of wrinkles.
He was wearing a blue Zhongshan suit, black thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet, and holding a bamboo basket in his hand.
"Grandpa, why are you here?"
Zhuang Jianguo stood up excitedly: "Ziang, grandpa is worried about you, so he must come to see you."
The old man lives in the countryside, and he has to change buses three times to go to the city.
He didn't know how to use a mobile phone, and he asked all the way to the school. He only knew that his grandson was called Zhuang Ziang.
The guard entered Zhuang Ziang's name on the computer and found his class teacher Zhang Zhiyuan, who notified him.
Zhuang Ziang quickly stepped forward, hugged his skinny grandfather, and cried.
When he was five years old, his parents divorced.
Zhuang Ziang was sent to the countryside and lived with his grandparents for half a year.
In that short six months, the two kind old people made him feel the rare warmth of family affection.
A deep emotional bond was established between the grandfather and grandson.
Later, Zhuang Ziang was sent back to the city. Zhuang Jianguo knew that he was in a difficult situation at home, so he let him go back to the countryside to live for a while during the winter and summer vacations.
For more than ten years, most of Zhuang Ziang's living expenses were earned by the old man growing crops.
He is Zhuang Ziang's real guardian.
These two days, Zhuang Jianguo learned that Zhuang Ziang ran away from home, and he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep or eat.
He urged Zhuang Wenzhao to go find him, but Zhuang Wenzhao always perfunctorily responded.
In desperation, he simply went to the city in person to see with his own eyes that Zhuang Ziang was safe.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was ignorant and made you worry." Zhuang Ziang choked.
"Good boy, I know you must have been wronged at home, don't be afraid, grandpa will do justice for you." Zhuang Jianguo caressed Zhuang Ziang's back lovingly.
He knew his grandson, who was kind and kind to others.
He must have been greatly wronged and completely disappointed with his father and stepmother for doing such a rebellious thing.
But he didn't know that there was another huge bad news.
Zhuang Ziang didn't dare to tell him the truth.
At this time, Zhang Zhiyuan followed and saw the grandfather and grandson hugging and crying. Thinking of Zhuang Ziang's condition, his eyes were red again.
Zhuang Ziang wiped away his tears and said to Zhuang Jianguo: "Grandpa, this is my class teacher, Mr. Zhang."
Zhuang Jianguo quickly bowed to Zhang Zhiyuan: "Teacher, our Ziang has troubled you."
Zhang Zhiyuan quickly returned the greeting: "Old man, please don't do that. Zhuang Ziang is the best student I have ever taught. I am very proud of him."
Zhuang Jianguo took out a few eggs from the bamboo basket and stuffed them into Zhang Zhiyuan's hands.
"Teacher Zhang, country people don't have good things. These are my own eggs. Take them home and try them."
"No, no, we have a rule that we can't accept gifts." Zhang Zhiyuan quickly refused.
"Our Ziang has no mother, and his father doesn't care about him. Please help take care of him more." Zhuang Jianguo requested.
"Old man, I will." Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't hold it anymore, turned around and wiped his eyes.
He couldn't imagine how sad the old man would be if he knew the cruel truth.
The security guards in the guard room were also very moved when they saw the sincere and simple old man.
When Zhuang Ziang calmed down, he said to Zhang Zhiyuan: "Teacher Zhang, I will take my grandfather to have lunch. If we are delayed in the afternoon..."
"It's okay, you go!" Zhang Zhiyuan said kindly.
Zhuang Jianguo thanked Zhang Zhiyuan and the security guards one by one before walking out of the school gate with Zhuang Ziang.
When it was time for lunch, Zhuang Ziang asked to go to a restaurant, but the old man refused because he was worried about the money.
Zhuang Ziang had to go with him to buy two bitter melons, and with the local eggs he brought, he went back to the rental house to make a bitter melon scrambled egg.
Zhuang Jianguo ate with relish and praised Zhuang Ziang for his good cooking skills.
"Grandpa, I live well here. It's close to the school. I can sleep a little longer in the morning. Don't persuade me to go back." Zhuang Ziang said cautiously.
Zhuang Jianguo looked around the narrow but neat rental house and sighed: "I feel bad when I think of you being alone outside."
"How can I be alone? I have many friends at school, and everyone likes me very much."
"But friends are not family after all!"
Zhuang Jianguo wanted to persuade Zhuang Ziang to go back, but he also knew that Zhuang Ziang's situation in that family was very embarrassing.
Zhuang Ziang is already 18 years old and an adult. He has the right to choose the life he wants.
"Your father said that you hit Yuhang yesterday. Is that true?"
Zhuang Ziang nodded: "He scolded me and my friends first."
Zhuang Jianguo looked solemn: "I will take you back after dinner and explain this matter clearly. As long as you have done nothing wrong, grandpa will support you."
Zhuang Ziang hesitated for a while, but still agreed.
He didn't want his grandfather, who was over 70 years old, to worry about his little thing.
As for the matter three months later, he could only delay it for one day at a time.
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Zhuang Wenzhao was particularly surprised when the grandfather and grandson appeared at the door.
"Dad, why are you here? Tell me earlier so I can pick you up."
Zhuang Jianguo said angrily: "You kicked my grandson out of the house, and you don't allow me to come and see him?"
Qin Shulan came out and greeted him with a fake smile.
It was not time for school in the afternoon yet, and Zhuang Yuhang was also at home.
The mother and son looked at Zhuang Ziang with resentment.
Closing the door, Zhuang Wenzhao yelled at Zhuang Ziang: "Look at what you have done. Your grandfather is so old. If something happens on the way, can you take responsibility?"
"Who told you to yell at my grandson? I am willing to come to see him." Zhuang Jianguo slapped the coffee table.
One thing conquers another, Zhuang Wenzhao became much more honest, lowered his head and didn't say a word for a long time.
Zhuang Jianguo was still angry and asked again: "Did you hit Ziang? He is your own son, how could you do that? Besides, you should not hit someone in the face."
Zhuang Wenzhao defended: "I am his father, I have the obligation to discipline him."
"You don't look like a father at all, what qualifications do you have to discipline him?" Zhuang Jianguo was determined to help Zhuang Ziang vent his anger.
Zhuang Wenzhao was silent again.
Qin Shulan said on the side: "Dad, you should treat everyone equally. Yuhang is also your grandson. How can you explain that he was slapped by Zhuang Ziang?"
Zhuang Yuhang said: "Yes, this coward has had epilepsy recently."
"Shut up, he is your brother!" Zhuang Jianguo was furious.
He couldn't understand how this couple could spoil their child like this.
How can a younger brother call his older brother a coward?