Li Dahai was also confused and looked at Zhang Xiaoman.

After Zhang Xiaoman squeezed down, he leaned his head on the back of the car, took a deep breath, and said quietly: "Sometimes, this person is a little bit worse, but it may not be dark to the end. At the critical moment, there will be a noble person to help him."

"Neighteen?"

Yang Yaozong and Li Dahai stared at each other, puzzled.

Zhang Xiaoman had fallen into deep thought and recalled last night.

During the summer vacation, Zhang Xiaoman almost spent a depressed and depressed manner because other classmates were preparing to continue their studies, and he could only help with farm work at home.

The fire in July tanned and shined him. In addition to working in the fields, he was herding cattle and sheep.

When he was herding cattle and sheep, he read books frantically, reading the treasured books at home one by one.

Even seeing his eyes were red and swollen, he thought he would be blind.

My mother Qin Lin advised him with both heartache and reproach, "Xiaoman, don't read books like that, you will be blind."
Chapter completed!