Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 124 Can I Talk To Mom?
Today's "tour guide" work is very easy, because preparations have been made in advance, so Zhao Hongming deliberately planned the route.

Compared with the tour guides of those companies, because Zhao Hongming has no relationship with the merchants, he completely followed the routine of how to have fun.

It really made the three girls appreciate the true charm of Longquan Lake, eating, drinking and having fun, and they spent the whole day in a happy mood.

Because of this, Zhao Hongming, who had been depressed for a long time, also got some relief, and his whole person became a lot more sunny.

The happy and happy time is always short, and we still have to return to the original life and continue to struggle.

After eight o'clock in the evening, after sending the three girls back to the hotel, Zhao Hongming drove directly to the gate of Zhao Huan's school and waited to pick him up from school.

"Huanhuan, here." In the crowded student group, Zhao Hongming saw his son at a glance, and he waved quickly.

Zhao Huan in the crowd raised his head to look at his father, and walked over silently.

"What's the matter?" When Zhao Huan approached, Zhao Hongming keenly noticed that something was wrong with his son's mood.

"Nothing, let's go, Dad."

Zhao Huan shook his head, got into the car first, and closed the door.

"Look, Dad brought you a present."

After getting in the car, Zhao Hongming looked at the rearview mirror and said to his son.

When playing in Longquan Lake today, Zhao Hongming bought gifts for his wife and son.

I bought a model of Transformers for Zhao Huan, and a bracelet made of local red agate for my wife.

I just spent the 500 yuan I earned today.

Normally, Zhao Hongming would never have spent the money, but he couldn't stand the persuasion of the three girls, and he was quite happy, so he bought something.

"Thank you, Dad." Zhao Huan just picked up the model box on the back seat and looked at it, then put it down without opening it at all.

"Not right."

Seeing his son's appearance, Zhao Hongming felt more and more that Zhao Huan's mood was wrong today. In the past, Zhao Huan would open the model as soon as he got it, and kept holding it in his hand until he went home.

"Huanhuan, have you been criticized by the teacher?"

"No."

"Is that a quarrel with a classmate?"

"No."

"Then why do you talk so little today! Seeing you in a bad mood?"

Zhao Hongming became more and more curious.

"Nothing? I just don't want to talk." Zhao Huan's voice revealed some impatience.

Hearing this, Zhao Hongming chose to keep his mouth shut.

If you keep asking the bottom line, I'm afraid Zhao Huan's stubborn temper will come up again.

The father and son walked forward in silence.

Zhao Huan leaned his head against the car window, watching the buildings and traffic passing by outside the car, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Today, Li Zhilei didn't say a word to him, even if he looked over, Li Zhilei deliberately avoided him.

Zhao Huan was a little puzzled.

Last night, both of them chatted happily. When it came to studying, they encouraged each other to celebrate the progress of the last monthly exam.

How did it change after only one night?

In the classroom, seeing Li Zhilei and other students laughing and laughing, Zhao Huan's mood seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

He just felt that he couldn't breathe in his chest, as if a big stone was pressing heavily on it.

Because of this, he was sick and listless all afternoon.

He didn't know what the classes in the afternoon were about.

For this reason, he was also named by the math teacher.

After finally surviving the evening self-study, Li Zhilei was still like noon, seeming to be avoiding Zhao Huan on purpose.

This made Zhao Huan even more uncomfortable.

He became silent, and the deskmate beside him also noticed his change, and after asking a few words, he no longer cared about him.

Just like that, I went to three self-study sessions in silence until the end of get out of class.

"Why did she ignore me?" Zhao Huan couldn't help thinking in his heart.
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"Huanhuan is back! Hurry up, grandpa cooked for you, your favorite egg noodles, I used seaweed soup, your favorite soup."

After entering the house, Zhao Yuancheng greeted him happily, and put his schoolbag from Zhao Huan's shoulder.

"I do not want to eat."

Who knew, Zhao Huan brought the schoolbag over again, and after saying something in a low voice, he went straight back to the room.

"Hey, this is your favorite food!

No, Huanhuan, what happened? "

Children's thoughts will always only hang on their faces.

At this age, they have not yet learned how to manage their emotions.

Zhao Yuancheng obviously also noticed the abnormality of his grandson, so he couldn't help but chased after Zhao Huan's room and asked.

"Oh, I said I don't want to eat, I have to do my homework, you go out."

Zhao Huan threw his schoolbag heavily on the bed, turned his head and said to his grandfather.

It's just that his voice was a little loud and impatient.

"Zhao Huan, why did you talk to Grandpa?
Quick, apologize to grandpa! "

Zhao Hongming, who had just changed his shoes, couldn't help frowning when he heard Zhao Huan's words, and immediately walked into Zhao Huan's bedroom, and said in a low voice.

Who knows, Zhao Huan just looked up at his father, then lowered his head again, and started to take out books and put them on the desk, as if he was going to do his homework.

His mouth was closed tightly, and he had no intention of speaking at all.

"you"

"Forget it, forget it, if you don't want to eat, don't eat it!"

Zhao Hongming's eyes widened, and he wanted to continue talking, but Zhao Yuancheng, who was at the side, held his son and stopped him from continuing to speak.

Zhao Yuancheng pulled his son out of Zhao Huan's room and closed the door of Zhao Huan's room by the way.

"what happened?"

Qin Yali, who was correcting her homework in her bedroom, also heard the sound and asked her husband.

Zhao Yuancheng also cast a questioning look at his son.

"I don't know either. When he came out of school, he looked like this, as if someone owed him millions."

Zhao Hongming spread his arms and said depressedly.

"Then you were on the way and didn't ask him?" Zhao Yuancheng asked in a low voice.

"I asked, and he said it's okay? But do you look at him like a person who's okay?"

"Today I also bought his favorite toy, and he didn't even look at it." Zhao Hongming took the model from the sofa.

"I'll go in and ask." Qin Yali, who roughly knew about her son's problem, said.

After speaking, she opened the door and entered Zhao Huan's bedroom.

"Huanhuan, can I talk to my mother?"

Qin Yali sat on Zhao Huan's bed and asked softly on Zhao Huan's body.

(End of this chapter)