Today, the rare sunny weather, the sky was clear for miles, and Old Zhang pushed out the wheelchair to bask in the sun.
The scorching summer had long passed, and the cool autumn breeze blew by, making people a bit drowsy.
He glanced sideways at the tall, burly Zhou Ning and shook his head, saying:
"Growing up in Old Factory Street, you and Little Qin are worlds apart."
Zhou Ning pouted and mumbled:
"Old Qin was ambitious and clever since he was young. Because of him, I don't know how many scoldings and beatings I got. How could I compare to him!"
Before Qin Shi failed to get into New No.1 High, he was the model "other people's child."
In Baogong Street, those attending the children's school would often hear, "Look at how hard he worked since childhood."
Old Zhang lifted his eyelids and looked at Zhou Ning, saying:
