Since the six-year-old children in the nursery school went to the opposite Zhixing School every day, one or two days, Cheng Ji was very happy because he could have free time. But slowly, watching the children happily carrying cloth bags carrying books on their backs and come back late, and when they came back in the evening, they gathered together to discuss what they learned in the school instead of coming to him as usual to ask this and that, Cheng Ji felt a little disappointed.

"Ping An," that day, he sat on the threshold and called Ping An who had returned from school, "Come here."

Ping An turned his head and saw him, turned his head and whispered to his companion beside him, and trotted over, "Brother Cheng."

Cheng Ji patted the cloth bag cross-body on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, after touching it, he couldn't help but be surprised how thick the book was, "What book is in your cloth bag?"

"It is a simple herb that recognizes. I will take it back and recite it to memorize it in the evening, so I will try to finish it early." Ping'an said and took out the book.

There was a little pride in his expression, "Brother Cheng, I have memorized more than ten pages now."

Cheng Ji took the letter and flipped it over. When he saw the dense words on it, he felt a headache. He hurriedly closed it and handed it back, and said sincerely, "Then you are very awesome."

Seeing that Ping An carefully put the book back into the cloth bag again, Cheng Ji opened his mouth and couldn't help asking: "Is it so good to go to school?"

I remember when he was a child, he also attended a private school.

But he felt that his mind was really not the material for studying. He had a headache when he saw the words on the books and was very tired of writing. He could not memorize the books or could not write well, and he was even beaten by the old man in the private school who had a stern face every day.

It was simply his childhood nightmare.

Later, after only a year of entering the private school, he was completely tired of it, second only to the medicine that was bitter when he was sick. After crying and making trouble, his grandfather could not resist it. From then on, he finally got rid of the private school and the old man who loved to beat him.

Therefore, when Cheng Jizhen looked at the children in the nursery school who were enthusiastic about going to school every day without any boredom.

"Of course," Ping An nodded without thinking, his eyes lit up like a star at this moment. "Brother Cheng, I originally thought that when I left the nursery after I was ten years old, I would go to some restaurants and shops to work as a small friend. When I earned some money, I would buy a piece of land and build a house. Maybe when I was a little bigger, I could save some money and get a wife."

Cheng Ji couldn't help but burst out and reached out to bounce his hand on Ping An's forehead, "How old are you, you're just thinking about asking for a wife!"

Ping'an touched the knocked place and pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, several of our friends think so. Brother Cheng, look, we have no father or mother, and we have no brothers and sisters. The only thing we can do is to let ourselves live hard first and then think about other things."

Cheng Ji smiled slightly.

Ping An raised his face and looked at the direction of Zhixing School opposite. During this period, he raised some baby fat faces with full gratitude. "Now, we can eat and wear warmly every day, learn words and learn medicine. We didn't dare to dream of these things before."

"Miss Wei Er said that books can be wise, and words can recognize people, and they never pick on people. As long as you want, books and words can become your world. The world is vast and vast. If we can see a little bit of it, we will feel as small as a grain of dust. The more we feel that we are small, the more we can see the world's size."

"I want to read and read words and see how big the world is."

"Mr. Wen also said that great doctors are sincere, and doctors are kind-hearted. Those who are doctors are sincere, knowledgeable, and specialized. They help the poor and poor, and survive in death. They can cure people, cure the world, and cure the heart."

"If I can choose what I can do in the future, I want to become a doctor."

After patting the cloth bag in his arms, Ping An smiled with satisfaction. He was now working hard for his choice.

"Brother Cheng, what about you? What do you want to do in the future?"

Ping'an's words just now made Cheng Ji silent. He heard him suddenly ask, and subconsciously said: "I..."

After 'I'm' for a long time, his mouth got stuck.

Ping An waited for a while, turned his head and looked at the sun that was about to set in the west, and hurriedly stood up with a cloth bag in his arms, "Brother Cheng, I'm leaving first. While there is still some sunlight, I can carry a few more herbs."

Cheng Ji breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand quickly, "Go quickly."

Seeing the child running in a hurry in the direction of the sun setting, Cheng Ji paused, froze in the air for a while, then slowly let it go, lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head and said to himself: "What do I want to do in the future?"

"Not right, why am I compared to a child? I'm already older." After a while, "But, I don't seem to know what I want to do yet. So, am I inferior to a child?"

**

The next morning.

Ping An hurried to the school after breakfast.

Yesterday, there was a herb article a bit long, and he wanted to finish memorizing it all, so he simply waited for a while and almost got up late in the morning.

"Peace." As soon as I left the door, I heard familiar shouts.

"Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Ji had been waiting at the door for a while, and when he saw Ping'an shouting and walking over, his expression was a little hesitant. He did not make up his mind until he got closer, "Pingan, can you take me to the school today?"

"Okay," Ping An didn't stop at his feet, nodding without thinking, "By the way, Brother Cheng, have you figured out what you want to do in the future?"

Cheng Ji stopped walking, coughed lightly, his face slightly sunny, "Not yet."

"It's okay," Ping An waved his hand, "Miss Wei Er said, don't be anxious about this, you can think about it slowly. Some people may never know what they want to do and what they like in their lives, and some people will not figure out what they like until they are old. People who don't know what they want to do and what they like in their lives, can think about what kind of person they want to be, and they will live a mediocre life, and in the end they don't even have something to remember. Or take the initiative to do something and leave something behind, at least there is a topic of conversation and a thought when they are old. Only when they are old can figure out what they like, and as long as they can move, it's not too late. Of course, the luckiest person is a person who knows what they like early on. He can work hard for a goal, and not waste an hour or even a moment. Every day is valuable."

“Yes, is that?”

Cheng Ji looked a little stunned, and subconsciously followed Ping'an's footsteps and walked through the open school gate.

As we saw the children in robes in various colors walking hurriedly between the flat roads. Everyone's eyes were bright and they were particularly energetic.
Chapter completed!