Chapter 1271 (1/2)

They are not fighting.

They cried for him

How could they believe Tang Huai's report to their parents and children?

Now they see the report they have brought back with their own eyes. Do they believe it?

So, I can't accept the fact and make my family such a mess

In fact, this is not the result that Zhang Jundian wants to see.

He hoped that when his parents saw the report, they would be indifferent: ”no blood relationship, no matter. As long as they are tied together, they will always be family.”

Zhang Jun hall cleaned up the room, and then went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

Also fried a face, fried an egg, but also poured a bowl of mustard.

Do this. He came out of the kitchen. He wanted to wake them up.

When they came to the living room, Zhang Jintao and Mrs. Zhang woke up.

They are sitting there, you see me, I see you.

When they heard the footsteps of Zhang Jundian, they both looked back at him -

what a handsome Zhang Jundian in a uniform!

If before, Mrs. Zhang saw this kind of Zhang Jun hall, she would be very proud and happy.

Now, her heart, like being hollowed out, wants to cry.

She did cry, too, and the tears came out.

Zhang Jintao's eyes at Zhang Jundian are very complicated.

Zhang Jundian swallowed his saliva and said in a low voice, ”Abba and Mommy, I've made dinner. Wash your hands and come to eat.”

After that, he turned and went into the kitchen.

He filled three bowls of porridge and put them there in a cool place. His chopsticks were well arranged.

When Zhang Jintao and Mrs. Zhang came in, he was already sitting there waiting.

When he saw them coming in, he gave them a smile: ”Abba, Mommy, have a meal.”

Zhang Jintao and Mrs. Zhang are really hungry. No matter how bad they are, they have to eat.

They sat down, their faces so complicated that they didn't know how to describe them.

Zhang Jundian: ”I wanted to cook, but I'm afraid you have no appetite, so I'll cook porridge.”

He pushed the pickled mustard to them. ”It's spicy and appetizing, dad and mom. No matter what happens, the food is always full.”

Zhang Jintao picked up chopsticks, picked up a pickle and put it in his mouth.

And Mrs. Zhang, sitting there sobbing.

What a clever son! Why didn't she give birth to him?

How she wished it was a dream. When she woke up, nothing happened.

Her Shilan Shifang is still there, her Shiwan is still there, her son is still there

However, this is not a dream. If it were a dream, her heart would not be so painful.