The end of the world begins with failing an exam

Chapter 21 Distant Memories

Chen Jing knew that the old man was worried about him. After all, before that, the old man said that he would help him lose the ancient relic, but he refused...

"You are just disobedient!"

Chen Bofu cursed angrily, gritted his teeth and ran to Chen Jing's side in a few steps, like pulling a mannequin, carefully checking front, back, left, right, up, down, up and down.

"Why do you smell like that mud guy!? No! What is flowing in your veins?!"

"Let's talk when we go back..." Chen Jing didn't have much strength to speak anymore, his pale face showed a trace of sickness, but there was still a comforting smile on his face, "It's nothing serious... just take a rest..."

"It's nothing serious!"

Chen Bofu resisted the urge to slap Chen Jing twice, and examined Chen Jing carefully in anger and distress.

"Why is your body temperature so low..." Chen Bofu touched Chen Jing's forehead, feeling the cold touch, his face became even more ugly.

"It may be due to excessive blood loss..." Chen Jing explained in a soft voice, "Grandpa Lawrence transfused some blood for me, but there were sequelae. He asked you to help me recuperate..."

"Did that dog hurt you!?" Chen Bofu's turbid eyes suddenly became fierce, and the bruised irises seemed to melt instantly, and many twisted black lines like tentacles began to spread in the whites of his eyes.

"No."

Chen Jing held Chen Bofu's hand, speaking with a serious expression.

"He's actually quite nice, a nice guy!"

"A good guy?" Chen Bofu dismissed it, and said with a sneer, "A good guy will be wanted by the [Round Table Council] and the three major sects? If he hadn't begged me to come here, I would have arrested him and offered a reward!"

"At least he saved me..." Chen Jing said dully.

Chen Jing's thoughts are actually very simple, even in the real world... Maybe Lawrence was a monster who did all kinds of evil, but at least he was saved this time, even if he didn't really save him.

At least I survived, right?

This kind of affection must be inherited after all.

"We'll talk when we go home." Chen Bofu sighed, then walked up to Chen Jing and patted himself on the back, motioning for him to come up.

Chen Jing did not refuse.

He knew how strong his grandfather's body was. Isn't it like playing with someone on his back?
"Where did this little thing come from?"

"My friend, I just picked it up."

"Fuck... are you fooling me by treating me like a ghost?"

Chen Bofu was so angry that he laughed, but he had nothing to do with Chen Jing. Who made Chen Jing his only relative?

"Grandpa, let him follow us, see how pitiful he is, and help him find a job to make ends meet..."

"I really doubt that you are my grandson!" Chen Bofu sullenly sullenly, and his eyes became malicious when he looked at Ryan, "I think its bones are not bad for making soup, and it is just right for me You supplement calcium."

"!!!"

Ryan was already afraid of this old man who was exuding a terrifying aura, but when he heard the old man said that he was going to make soup with him, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he held on to Chen Jing's clothes so tightly that he dared not let go.

"This kid is timid, don't scare him..." Chen Jing sighed helplessly, then patted Ryan on the head, "Follow us up."

After finishing speaking, Chen Jing lay on Chen Bofu's back.

Chen Bofu's bony back made Chen Jing feel a sharp pain in an instant, and he felt that there was no flesh on the old man's body, as if a layer of wrinkled skin was wrapped in iron.

"What's wrong?" Chen Bofu couldn't help asking worriedly when he saw Chen Jing's grinning face, "Are you feeling unwell?? Damn it, I said Lawrence's dog must be..."

"It's your bone that hurts me..."

"Huh? Pain?" Chen Bofu was taken aback, then turned his head and gave Chen Jing a fierce look, "You bastard still knows pain?! I thought you didn't know! You... you roll over and carry the bag Come here, carry it and follow us!"

Hearing Chen Bofu's order, Ryan instantly let go of Chen Jing's clothes, ran quickly to pick up the snakeskin bag on the ground, and followed behind.

As an old descendant who grew up in the wasteland, Ryan is somewhat capable.

At least the mountain-sized snakeskin bag didn't overwhelm him, and Ryan ran pretty fast with it on his shoulders.

It's just that compared to the snakeskin bag, his body is too thin, and he can't see where he is from a little distance away, only a snakeskin bag can be seen floating and moving like a supernatural phenomenon...

Along the way, Chen Bofu never stopped talking, and from the beginning to the end, he was always criticizing Chen Jing for being ignorant and disobedient... To sum it up in one sentence, Chen Jing has failed in his studies and is no longer a good grandson.

No matter what the old man rambled about, Chen Jing smiled and nodded in response, and he didn't have the strength to explain anymore because he was weak.

But it feels so good.

This is the first time being carried by grandpa.

Chen Jing leaned his head on the old man's iron-like shoulder, listening to his chatter, he almost fell asleep...

Maybe she really fell asleep.

Suddenly, some familiar scenes flashed before his eyes.

It was a picture that had been buried in the depths of his memory for decades...

I remember that was when he was still in the first grade of elementary school.

Grandma would pick him up from school every day.

Come rain or shine.

Because he went to school in the city, every time he went back to his home in Sentinel Ridge, he almost took the last bus back.

After entering the stockade, it was almost dark.

Especially after winter...

The wind is so cold.

To this day, Chen Jing still remembers the feeling of the wind blowing on his face in the village at night, it was as sharp as a knife, but the woolen scarf knitted by grandma was also really warm.

At that time, Chen Jing was much weaker than his peers, and he often had to rest for a while after walking a section of mountain road.

So often in the end, it was basically grandma who staggered home with him on her back while listening to him talking about the trivial things in school.

"Today the teacher praised me again, and told me to continue to work hard, and I can be awarded three good students at the end of the semester!"

"Hmm! Our family is the most powerful!"

"Grandma! There will be a parent-teacher meeting the day after tomorrow! Don't forget! Be there on time!"

"Grandma remembers it, how could she forget it? After the parent-teacher meeting is over, grandma will take you to a restaurant to eat delicious food!"

"Then... where is Grandpa?"

"We don't care about that old thing! Who let him know that he is stuck in the study every day and can't come out! He doesn't even go to the parents' meeting in our family's Jingjing! Starving to death is counted!"

"Hee hee! Then let's go secretly! Don't tell him!"

"Yes! Just the two of us! Just forget about starving that old bastard!"

The old lady's pretentiously fierce tone was still in my ears, but the scene before Chen Jing's eyes suddenly changed again. It changed to that year...

The white and clean ward.

The air smelled of disinfectant.

The hospital bed where the old man was lying.

what else?
Chen Jing couldn't remember either.

Oh, right.

There was half a bowl of pigeon soup left.

"Jingjing has grown up...Grandma knows...Grandma is useless...I won't be able to help Jingjing in the future..."

"The money that grandma saved for you to marry a wife... Remember to go to the bank to withdraw it... Those are all yours... Don't let your old grandpa ruin it... But..."

"Your grandpa is actually not that bad...that old thing is just mentally ill...I know...I should have told you..."

"Listen to grandma...don't hate him...he actually has you in his heart..."

The old lady was struggling to open her eyes on the hospital bed, and her voice was as soft as that of a mosquito.

There were many doctors in white coats surrounding the bed.

Someone is talking.

Someone is recording.

Some people are shaking their heads.

"The pigeon soup that Jingjing bought today is delicious...don't buy it next time...you save the money you earned from work and study..."

The old lady was delirious and murmured, her cloudy eyes were filled with a kind of raw darkness, but her bony hands were still shaking slightly beside the bed.

"Does Jingjing have no money to spend... If there is no money, I need to ask grandma... Grandma has in her pocket..."

"Grandma can't drink the pigeon soup...Jing Jing remembers to drink it while it's hot..."

"Jingjing likes grilled skewers the most..."

"Jing Jing..."

"Jingjing's graduation ceremony...no one will go if grandma doesn't go...what if no one takes pictures with my grandson..."

What to do.

Chen Jing still remembers it.

The old lady was still chanting these three words when she was dying.

Chen Jing remembered that he didn't cry at all.

These three words keep repeating in my mind.

Yes.

What to do.

I will no longer have a grandma...

"The old lady is at this age, and she passed away without any pain. Your condolences have changed..."

"It's okay, this day will come sooner or later, I know it."

"The funeral home's car is already waiting downstairs, please settle the fee before you leave..."

"Excuse me! I'll go right away!"

Chen Jing remembered that he hadn't cried from the beginning to the end, and he didn't cry until the old lady was buried. He had been calmly handling the funeral for her.

He felt that he had grown up suddenly, matured, and learned to look at life and death in an adult way.

From then on, Chen Jing's life was only left to study and work, until that day...

Colleagues brought pigeon soup and rice for him who was still working overtime.

Then he goes crazy.

Like a lunatic, sitting at the workstation holding the takeaway lunch box and crying bitterly.

It was only then that he understood the truth.

The saddest part of the death of a loved one is not the time of death.

but later.

When we gradually peel off the deceased relatives from our lives, even if the process is accompanied by a huge sense of emptiness and exhaustion, even with blood and flesh, we will eventually get used to it.

until that moment.

A certain detail of life suddenly meets the past.

Heartbreaking grief can swallow you up in an instant.

The regrets in memory, guilt, self-blame, regret...

Everything.

I can't make up for it in my life.

"Jingjing, don't scare me..."

Chen Bofu felt the strangeness coming from his shoulder, and looked back subconsciously, only to see Chen Jing staring forward dully, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Is there something wrong with you?! We will be home soon! When we get home, Grandpa will help you recuperate! You will be fine!"

"I just remembered some things from the past..." Chen Jing came back to his senses in a daze, and looked at Chen Bofu blankly, unaware that his face was covered with tears, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Are you in pain? Tell grandpa if it hurts! Go back and grandpa will help you find painkillers!"

"Well, it hurts..."

Chen Jing's heart twitched violently, looking at his grandfather in another world, the sadness in his heart was suddenly replaced by grievance.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed not so mature.

It seems to be still young.

"Grandpa, I feel so sad..."

"Damn that Lawrence bastard! He must be..."

"grandfather."

"What's wrong, dear grandson, tell me! Damn, this broken elevator is so slow. I will dismantle it tomorrow morning! My dear grandson, tell me your..."

"I miss grandma."

(End of this chapter)