Chapter 1092 (1/2)

Zhang Feng himself was not hungry. Seeing that their food was particularly sweet, he went to the yard and looked at the vast starry sky. He began to think about it in his mind. He didn't know whether there were other planets except the earth.

Will there be people struggling for life like them? Many people live a lifetime without knowing what they want. They may end their confused life. Some people have clear plans and goals for themselves.

But natural and man-made disasters, who can guarantee who will be smooth sailing? Zhang Feng thought so, and he couldn't help feeling thousands of feelings. He didn't know what he was living for in his life. For his talent, Zhang Feng felt the gift of God.

All the money he earned has been devoted to public welfare undertakings. He felt that God gave him a meal just to make him earn more money to help those in need. Otherwise, why did millions of people in the world choose him alone.

This may be his mission in this life. Saving those who start to feel desperate because of losing confidence in life says that saving people's life is better than building a level 7 floating slaughter. Zhang Feng can't count his own floating slaughter, but these are not important. As long as everyone can live a good life, that's all.

Seeing Zhang Feng walking back and forth in the yard and looking up at the stars in the sky from time to time, Su Ming seemed to have a feeling. Su Ming opened the door, ate and drank with Liu San, and watched Zhang Feng enjoy the moonlight there.

”Big shopkeeper, do you need to drink a glass of wine and write us a poem?” Su Ming couldn't help joking with Zhang Feng. Looking at Zhang Feng like this, it seems that he can say poetry and songs.

”Eat your food. It won't stop you from eating?” Zhang Feng said angrily. It's not an obvious run. He can't say it. If he wants to be able to write poetry to the moon, he would have been a person when Zhang Feng went to school. He's still waiting for now.

I think when I was studying, I was very partial to my subjects. I was not good in any subjects, but my sports performance was good and my running was OK. Only then did I manage to get into a university. In those years of college, I also patronized playing games and skipped classes.

However, thinking of this, Zhang Feng suddenly remembered Han Duoduo, his classmate whom he accidentally met last time. Last time, he said to organize a classmate party, and then there was no news. Although his academic performance was not very good, he really had a few good classmates.

But then there was an accident at home. He was busy dealing with things at home. He didn't know what happened to those students. He lost contact with them for so long. Han Duoduo should not forget it after saying that, but Zhang Feng didn't care. After all, he was not a news figure at school.

Think of the people in the same bedroom, Cheng Liangcai, a mother gun, who was bullied, Guo Zhiguo, a big fool, and Xueba. After graduation, these people should all go to different destinies. Zhang Feng fell into the memories of his student days.

Seeing Zhang Feng standing outside alone, he didn't speak. He just looked at the sky in a daze. Su Ming was afraid that the sky would show him a hole. He drank two bottles of beer and ate some things with Liu San, so he quickly cleaned up.

Su Ming went out of the room and sat down next to Zhang Feng. ”What's the big shopkeeper thinking? He's so distracted. If you don't move again, I think you've been lived by Shi statutory.” Su Ming thought Zhang Feng was in trouble when he saw that Zhang Feng was distracted.

Zhang Feng just regained his mind. ”It's all right, just think of the previous school meeting. By the way, you go back to the museum and get me a VIP card. It's useful for me.” Zhang Feng thought of he Xuan's request. This boy really can blackmail himself, but it doesn't matter. It's all his own people.

Su Ming was surprised when he heard that there was someone who Zhang Feng appreciated. He was so lucky that Zhang Feng asked him for a VIP card.

Zhang Feng then fell into his reverie. Now he needs to sort out his ideas. Things should be done one by one. Nothing can be done too quickly, otherwise nothing can be done well.

Su Ming sat outside with Zhang Feng for a while. He saw that Zhang Feng was thinking about things. He didn't bother Zhang Feng. He entered the house alone. Zhang Feng didn't sleep much all night. He always thought that those people should clean up the old city.

Early the next morning, Zhang Feng sat in bed and practiced for a while before everyone got up. He had formed the habit of practicing every day and felt that his physical quality was getting better and better. It should also be related to his unremitting practice every day.

He just didn't know the origin, advantages and disadvantages of this unknown internal force in his body. Compared with his ignorance of these, one thing must have advantages and disadvantages. He was terrified, but he didn't have any thoughts.

After practicing, Zhang Feng fed some water to Ba song. He came to the yard and thought that if Ba song couldn't wake up today, he would take time to find song Manman. Some things are not clear, which is always a pimple in his heart.

At noon, Zhang Feng was having dinner. Liu San hurriedly ran in and whispered in front of Zhang Feng, ”shopkeeper, he's awake.”

As soon as Zhang Feng heard this, he quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran back to the room. Ba song opened his eyes and was lying on the bed struggling to sit up. Zhang Feng hurried to hold him, put a quilt behind him and let him lean against him.

Basong spoke weakly, but he could still hear clearly. ”Zhang Feng, thank you, you saved my life again.” Basong looked at Zhang Feng, his eyes had returned to the clarity of normal people, no longer turbid.

Zhang Feng felt much more relieved when he saw him like this. ”Basong, it's safe here. You're good to recuperate. Keep your body well. Don't think about anything. I'm here. I'll keep you safe.” Zhang Feng knew that what Basong needed most at the moment was to recuperate.

Basong looked at the strange room. It was not a hotel. There were two large shops on the left and right in the room, with a long table in the middle. The house looked different from what he had seen in the past.