The full-level boss takes the whole family to farm after crossing

Chapter 257 Talent Is a Hard Indicator

The more she said that, the more Gao Zhan couldn't help crying.

Lu Jingzhi: Heh, man, it's made of water.

Melancholy, melancholy.

Gao Zhan's tears were like a flood, and Lu Jingzhi, who was crying, did not dare to leave directly, for fear that he would just pass by.

For so many years, he has been burdened with the expectations of his mother and younger brother, studying hard. He is human and will get tired, but whenever he wants to rest, he thinks of his mother with red eyes.

But regardless of the fame and fame piled up by the upper class with money, talent is also a hard indicator.

Xueba doesn't understand why the scumbags can't learn it, and the scumbags don't understand why the scumbags can learn it quickly.

Lu Jingzhi wasn't considered a top student back then, but he wasn't considered a scumbag either.

She is a person with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

Her hobbies and 3-minute enthusiasm for novelty took up most of her time, and her academic performance was loose, barely hanging on the belt of the class average.

Affected by her family, she didn't have much feeling for her grades since she was a child. When Xueba was faced with a perfect score of 99 and he got a score of 69 in the test, Lu Jingzhi dared to hand in the 2-point paper and said that she was a little sleepy in the exam room. After opening my eyes in [-] minutes, it's time to hand in the paper.

She did not participate in the most thrilling college entrance examination.

Now Gao Zhan, who looks as if the sky is falling down, can't quite understand.

People are not perfect.

If you fail the exam once, you will next time.

If you don't pass the exam next time, you will pass next time.

After two or three times, if you find that your IQ is really flawed and you can't take another step, then do something else.

Scholars have more outlets than farmers.

Be a teacher, be an accountant, copy and write... Maybe there will be no way to soar in the future, but it will not be a complete failure.

Gao Zhan knew that his current appearance was ugly.

The wind blows, taking away the tears on the cheeks, it hurts.

At home, my mother would cry because life was too hard, and my younger brother would cry because he caused trouble and was beaten by him, but he had forgotten when was the last time he shed tears.

My peers already have fathers.

Now he is squatting in front of an 11-year-old girl and crying like a dog because he failed to pass the exam.

But the soul seems to be split.

Gao Zhan couldn't stop crying.

He has walked through so many years with the heavy expectations of his family, stumbled and never knelt down, thought that the darkness will pass and the light will usher in the light, this time is his last stand, but he did not expect to be defeated.

It's not just a matter of failing the exam.

Even in the next year, he still won't get the government's monthly subsidy for scholars.

Still have to buy a lot of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Still have to ask his family to tighten their belts again to make up for his travel expenses.

In case I don't pass the exam next year...

I don't know how long these things have been backlogged in my heart, and I don't know how many tossing and turning nights I spent with him.

Lu Jingzhi's clothes were thin and brightly colored, and Shen Nanwei said that her little girl in autumn is suitable for bright clothes.

She wasn't cold. Seeing the person opposite crying so devotedly, she probably didn't feel cold for the time being.

She found a big rock by the stream and sat down, listening to the heart of the person who was about to collapse.

Using the cover of the sleeves, I turned out a few small tomatoes, one at a time.

It's rare that there is no impatience in her expression - being mentally prepared for a certain matter can greatly relieve her restlessness.

"I'm sorry." Gao Zhan took a deep breath, and the cuffs were washed white, but when the rough cloth touched his cheeks, it could not only take away tears, but also make thin cuts, which he had no time to care about.

The last apology was because he was ashamed of his trust in her, and this apology was because he let the little girl sit here in the cold wind and listen to him talking for so long.

(End of this chapter)