"Mom, did I let you down?"

Hearing this, Shen Mingzhu suddenly realized that perhaps her son was more sensitive and concerned about the second exam than she imagined.

Therefore, she must take this issue seriously and carefully.

"Before answering this question, my mother also wants to ask you a question, your father does not make as much money as your Uncle Zhao, and his business is not as prosperous as your Uncle Zhao, will you be disappointed in your father because of this?"

Pei Ziheng shook his head, "No, although he is really useless, but my son doesn't dislike his father's ugliness, and I won't dislike him if he doesn't use it." ”

Pei Yang: ???

Don't I want to lose face?

Shen Mingzhu secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, she didn't use herself as an analogy, otherwise she would be the one who was despised by her son.

"That's what Mom wants to tell you, whether your grades are good or bad, in my opinion, you're the best."

"People can't always be the first, but they can choose to be the only one that is irreplaceable."

Pei Ziheng's dark eyes looked at her fixedly, "Mom, am I the only one in your heart?" ”

"Of course, it's a must."

Shen Mingzhu's firm tone and warm embrace made him smile and be satisfied.

He relaxed his head on Shen Mingzhu's shoulder and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Mom, do you know what the meaning of life is?"

"Mom, think about it, how to answer you."

Shen Mingzhu thought very seriously and did not perfunctory because of his son's young age.

"There is no standard answer to this question, because people are independent-minded individuals with different ideas and pursuits."

"I think the meaning of life is not innate, but for us to give it a different meaning, just like a blank piece of paper, whether you write or draw, it is up to you to choose and create, it can be strong or understated."

"So, son, what kind of life do you want to have?"

"I don't know." Pei Ziheng replied honestly.

This is also his confusion and confusion these days.

Shen Mingzhu guided in a different way, "You can set different small goals for yourself, complete them one by one, and enjoy the process of completing these goals, which is also a very meaningful and rewarding thing." ”

His goal?

Pei Ziheng thought about it seriously and found that his goals had been accomplished.

His first goal was to save his father's life, and it was done.

The second goal is revenge, but the mother in this life is not a bad woman in the previous life.

The third goal is to hope that his mother will always love him and accompany him, and this goal has been achieved.

The fourth goal was to make money, and he did the same.

Over the years, taking advantage of the rebirth advantage and the lack of information, he traded, speculated in futures, stocks, gambled on horses, bought Mark Six lottery, and had a nine-figure deposit in a private account in a Swiss bank, achieving financial freedom.

What ordinary people need to do in half a lifetime or even a lifetime, he has already done.

Zhao Yun's goal is to become an NBA player, Chen Xiaolu wants to be a movie star, Chen Xiaochao wants to be a pilot, Jian Xun's goal is to surpass him, the goal of his classmates is to be admitted to the university of his choice, and even six-year-old Pei Tang has a great and ambitious goal, that is, to become a great painter.

Only him, with no direction and no future, goes to school, gets out of school, goes home, eats, sleeps, and repeats the cycle.

Every day is boring and boring.

He took the second place in the exam this time, not because his skills were inferior, but because he wanted to see what kind of reaction Jian Xun would have after achieving his goal.

But the result disappointed him, Jian Xun still regarded him as a competitor and was ambitious.

Everyone has a goal, but he doesn't.

His nose was sore, he felt helpless for the first time, and he wanted to cry.

"Mom, I don't have a goal."

A soft and warm touch fell from the top of his head, "If there is no goal, then we will look for it, find the target, that is also a goal." ”

The clouds overhead seemed to disperse, and the sky suddenly became clear.

He's going to find his goal!

……

"Pei Ziheng."

Still some distance from the school, Pei Ziheng, who was riding a bicycle, was stopped by a beautiful girl in a pink dress.

"This is for you, whether you take the first or second exam, you are the best!"

The pretty girl blushed and handed him the carefully prepared gift with both hands.

It has to be said that the girl's behavior is quite courageous and bold.

This is the only way to enter the school, and on both sides of the road are groups of students, all looking at this side as if they were watching the play, whispering.

"Thanks, no need."

After coldly refusing, Pei Ziheng turned the head of the car to the side and pedaled away.

"Isn't this Liu Baona, the school flower of the junior high school? I heard that her family is rich and beautiful, and the boys who like her can line up from the school gate to the bus stop. ”

A lot of people are talking to each other.

Liu Baona didn't seem to expect that Pei Ziheng would refuse her initiative to show overture, after all, she was a school flower, and after being shocked and ashamed, she ran away with red eyes.

Not far away, several boys surrounded a burly boy and gossiped about this scene.

"Damn, Brother Rong, no wonder Liu Xiaohua doesn't care about you, dare to love the kid surnamed Pei who intercepted your beard."

"Brother Rong, get him! Dare to rob you, we have to give him some color! ”

The boy named Brother Rong was a student at a nearby martial arts school named Gong Rong.

Because of the practice of boxing, the body is much more burly and strong than the ordinary young man, and the face plate is also large, coupled with a gloomy complexion, it is not easy to provoke at first glance.

After school in the afternoon, Pei Ziheng, who was riding home alone, was stopped halfway by Gong Rong.

"Boy, you're so rampant!"

Gong Rong's attendant raised his foot and kicked on the wheel of the bicycle, Pei Ziheng couldn't stand the force, and even the car fell to the ground.

", like a soft-handed shrimp, he fell without using any force, he won't want to slander Lao Tzu, right?"

Several people laughed around Pei Ziheng like monkeys.

Pei Ziheng slowly got up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body and asked Gong Rong unhurriedly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Although Gong Rong is a student of the martial arts school, he relies on his physique and fists to run rampant in several nearby schools, and no one knows him.

Gong Rong stretched out a fist bigger than Pei Ziheng's face, carried Pei Ziheng into the air like a chicken, and warned fiercely:

"Stay away from Bao Na, or you will look good!"

After the warning, as soon as his hand was released, Pei Ziheng fell to the ground like a sandbag.

"Let's go."

"Do you want to go it alone?"

Gong Rong, who turned around and was about to leave, heard this, turned his head and pierced his ears with his hand.

"What did you just say? I don't seem to hear clearly. ”

"I asked, do you want to go it alone?" Pei Ziheng word by word.

Gong Rong and his companion looked at each other for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

"He wants, wants to go alone with me? Haha, hahaha! ”

Gong Rong pointed at Pei Ziheng, leaning forward and backward with a smile, out of breath, "You stepped on the horse, didn't you, you want to laugh at Lao Tzu?" ”

Don't blame Gong Rong for laughing, but the gap between Pei Ziheng and him is not ordinarily big.

He is one meter seven or eight tall, has practiced all the tendons and flesh, and his fists are bigger than Pei Ziheng's face plate.

And Pei Ziheng is worth one meter six, with thin arms and legs, standing in front of Gong Rong, he is simply a primary school student who can't stand a punch.

Pei Ziheng didn't seem to realize the gap between him and Gong Rong, and his dark eyes were fixed: "I'm going to fight you alone." (End of chapter)