Zhang Kun sat in front of the grave, quietly sitting for a long time.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains in the distance, the small lakes, the green grass under my feet, the red sun in the sky slowly turned into the sunset.

Looking at the horizon in the distance, with only half of the sun wheel left on the horizon, Zhang Kun slowly got up, patted the soil and grass on his butt, and finally glanced at the two graves, then turned around and was about to leave.

However, Zhuo Qiang, who had been silently staying next to him, suddenly said, "Zhang Kun, can you help me too?"

Zhang Kun paused, then looked back at Zhuo Qiang.

"Suddenly I remember that tomorrow is my son's birthday."

...

Zhuo Qiang's son is Zhuo Junyan. He is nine years old this year, in the third grade of elementary school, and is studying at Xingwen City No. 2 Primary School. Today is Zhuo Junyan's ninth birthday.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Kun stood outside the gate of the second small room, holding a ribbon gift box in his hand. It was a gift that Zhuo Qiang asked Zhang Kun to buy. It was a bunch of high and inexpensive. It was bought in a toy supermarket for 48 yuan.

After knowing that this was a birthday gift for children, the toy supermarket specially made a birthday gift package, which was packed very exquisitely.

"Junyan said a long time ago that he wanted a set of stacked heights. At the beginning, he seemed to be just over six years old. However, at that time I happened to be busy with a task and often couldn't go home for three or four days, so naturally I didn't have time to buy toys for Junyan."

"Later, when I was a little more relaxed, I always forgot. I often drove through toy shops, but I couldn't remember to stop and buy something. I even talked about this in the brigade, and I was laughed at by the bastards in the team for a long time, saying that I only care about work and not children."

"Later, I was summoned by the Security Bureau to perform this mission."

"Since Jun-young was born, I have been busy with work and work, but I seem to have never been with him well. But now I have time, but I can never do it again. Now when I think about it, I really feel sorry for Jun-young."

"As for this toy, I can only ask you to give it to him now." Zhuo Qiang floated beside Zhang Kun and said softly.

"Yeah." Zhang Kun replied in a low voice, then took out his cell phone and looked at the time. At 4:00. There were still ten minutes left, and it was time to finish class. If Zhuo Qiang remembered correctly, at 4:20, a crisp ringtone rang on the campus, and then the originally silent campus suddenly became noisy. Countless people rushed out of the classroom, carrying schoolbags, laughing and laughing, chasing and beating away from the campus.

There are already many parents waiting for their children to get off school at the school gate. After receiving their children, they smiled and took the schoolbag on their children, and then held the child's hand and slowly left.

Zhang Kun's eyes were still looking for something in the crowds that kept pouring into the school gate.

Of course, Zhang Kun just did this subconsciously, and he was really looking for Zhuo Qiang. After all, Zhang Kun didn't even know what Zhuo Qiang's son looked like.

"It's there." Zhuo Qiang suddenly shouted in surprise, then Zhang Kun looked in the direction he pointed, and then found three little ghosts walking together in the abortion. Finally, he confirmed at first glance that the little guy on the far right was Zhuo Junyan, and his face shape was actually similar to Zhuo Qiang.

The three of them walked out of the school gate, and then Zhuo Junyan smiled and waved his hands with the other two, and then separated from each other, as if the three of them were not in the same direction.

However, Zhang Kun looked at him and waved to the two classmates with a smile. After Zhuo Junyan turned around, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, with only a low face, even a gloomy face.

Yes, so many days have passed, Zhuo Qiang’s affairs should be passed back. Maybe Zhuo Qiang’s funeral has ended.

Zhang Kun slowly fell silent.

Looking at Zhuo Junyan's figure slowly leaving, Zhang Kun strode after him: He called him twenty meters away from the school gate.

"Zhuo Junyan."

Zhuo Junyan paused, then turned his head to look at Zhang Kun who was walking behind him, looked up and down for a while, and immediately showed a look of vigilance in his eyes, and then said directly: "I don't know you."

Looking at Zhuo Junyan's vigilant eyes, Zhang Kun was slightly stunned. Zhuo Qiang next to him seemed to understand Zhang Kun's feelings. He smiled awkwardly and said, "What I taught him is to be careful when you see people you don't know, especially those who can say his name but don't know him, you should be more careful."

Zhang Kun came to his senses, was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Zhuo Junyan, I am your father's colleague. I have been entrusted by your father before, and I will give you a gift for him."

Zhang Kun raised the gift bag in his hand.

"He used to tell me that you always wanted a set of stacks and heights, but your dad was busy with work and had no time to buy it, so I asked me to buy one."

"But I didn't buy it, because I thought, since it was a gift for you, it would be better if your father went to buy it in person. But now it seems that there is no chance, so I can only give it to you for him."

"Today is your birthday. This set is stacked and tall. Just treat it as the birthday gift your father prepared for you in advance."

Zhang Kun said softly, even as if he was in a bad mood recently, his speech was a little incoherent and irrelevant, regardless of whether some words were appropriate or not. However, Zhuo Junyan was silent, but the vigilance in his eyes seemed to have faded a little, and his face became more sad.

Zhang Kun was also silent for a while, and then whispered: "Sad to Say."

The gloomy look on Zhuo Junyan's face was even more serious.

However, Zhuo Junyan still did not want to take the gift in front of Zhang Kun. Zhang Kun seemed to have no appropriate words at this time, and both of them were silent for a moment.

After a while, Zhang Kun looked at Zhuo Junyan who was in a stalemate, and then whispered: "Your father is a good soldier."

As soon as Zhang Kun said that, Zhuo Junyan's face changed slightly. He glanced at the gift Zhang Kun was carrying, and then looked at Zhang Kun. His face seemed to turn red. He shouted: "Yes, I admit that my father is a good soldier, but he is not a good husband and a good father. I don't want his gift."

With loud voices and even roaring at the last three words, Zhuo Junyan pushed open the handbag in front of him, then walked towards the distance, and as he walked, he even ran up, quickly rushed into the crowd, and slowly disappeared.

Zhang Kun was stunned at first, then his face slowly faded. He turned his head and looked at Zhuo Qiang in the air, and his face was also low.

"I'm sorry!" Zhang Kun whispered, as if he had said something he shouldn't have said.

Zhuo Qiang raised his head, forced a smile on his face, and then slowly shook his head.

Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at the crowd in the distance, and seemed to be barely able to see Zhuo Junyan's back, then slowly turned around and walked into the crowd.

Not a good dad?
Chapter completed!