The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chen Jing followed her fearful gaze and looked over, and then saw a familiar figure.

At the gate of the community, an expressionless old man stood there, carrying a large snakeskin bag on his back...

"Boss, please go back first. I have to go to him for business."

"He won't make things difficult for you, right?"

Wei Nan looked at Chen Jing with a worried look on her face. She seemed to be frightened by the old man and returned to normal. After all... the psychological shadow left by the old man on her would probably be difficult to erase in her lifetime.

"Will not."

Chen Jing smiled and comforted.

"I've given away all the receipts for the property fees. There's nothing else to do. Why would he embarrass me?"

"Okay...I'll go back first...be careful..."

Wei Nan nodded doubtfully, then slowly took two steps back, turned around and ran towards the residential building.

at the same time.

The old man also walked over slowly with a snakeskin bag on his back.

Chen Jing could tell that he was in a bad mood. He was obviously angry, but he was holding back his anger.

"You kid..."

Chen Bofu's teeth were almost broken, and his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot eyes. He was obviously on the verge of rage.

"Did you use that ancient relic!?!"

Chapter 21 Distant Memory

Chen Jing knew that the old man was worried about him. After all, before this, the old man had said that he would help him throw away the ancient relics, but he refused...

"You just don't listen!"

Chen Bofu cursed angrily, gritted his teeth and ran to Chen Jing's side in a few steps, as if he was pulling a mannequin, carefully inspecting the front, back, left, right, up and down.

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

"We'll talk about it when we get back..." Chen Jing didn't have much energy to speak anymore. His pale face showed a hint of sickness, but he still had a comforting smile on his face, "It's nothing serious... Just take a rest..."

"It's no big deal!"

Chen Bofu resisted the urge to slap Chen Jing twice, and carefully inspected Chen Jing's body with anger and distress.

"Why is your body temperature so low..." Chen Bofu touched Chen Jing's forehead, and his face became even uglier when he felt the cold touch.

"It may be due to excessive blood loss..." Chen Jing explained softly, "Grandpa Lawrence helped me transfuse some blood, but there were sequelae. He asked you to help me nurse..."

"Did that bitch hurt you!?" Chen Bofu's cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, and the black irises seemed to melt in an instant, and many twisted black lines like tentacles began to spread in the whites of his eyes.

"No."

Chen Jing held Chen Boxu's hand and spoke with a serious expression.

"He is actually quite good, a good person!"

"A good person?" Chen Bofu looked dismissively and said with a sneer, "A good person will be wanted by the [Round Table Council] and the three major sects? If he hadn't begged to come to me in the first place, I would have arrested him and collected the reward!"

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

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

At least I survived, right?

This sentiment must be passed down.

"Let's talk about it when we go home." Chen Boxu sighed, then walked up to Chen Jing and patted his back, signaling for him to come up.

Chen Jing did not refuse.

He knew how strong his grandfather's body was. Isn't it just like carrying someone on his back for fun?

"Where did this little thing come from?"

"My friend, I just picked it up."

"Fuck...are you trying to trick me into thinking you're a ghost?"

Chen Bofu was so angry that he laughed, but there was nothing he could do against Chen Jing. Who made Chen Jing his only relative?

"Grandpa, let him follow us. Look at how pitiful he is. Then help him find a job to make a living..."

"I really doubt you are my grandson!" Chen Bofu frowned unhappily, and his eyes when he looked at Ryan became malicious. "I think his bones are good for making soup. They are just right for cooking." You take calcium supplements.”

"!!!"

Ryan was originally afraid of this old man who exuded a terrifying aura. Now when he heard that the old man wanted to use him to make soup, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He grabbed Chen Jing's clothes tightly and did not dare to let go.

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

After saying that, Chen Jing lay on Chen Boxu's back.

Chen Bofu's bony back instantly hurt Chen Jingchuang. He felt that there was no flesh on the old man's body, as if he was a wrinkled layer of skin wrapped in iron.

"What's wrong??" Seeing Chen Jing's grinning look, Chen Bofu couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?? Damn it, I said that bitch Lawrence must be..."

"It's your bones that hurt me..."

"Huh? It hurts?" Chen Boxu was startled, turned around and glared at Chen Jing fiercely, "You bastard, you still know it hurts?! I thought you didn't know! You... you go over and carry the bag. Come here, carry it and follow us!”

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

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

At least this mountain-sized snakeskin bag didn't crush him, and Ryan ran pretty fast when carrying it.

It's just that compared to the snakeskin bag, his body is too thin. If you are a little farther away, you can't see where he is. You can only see the snakeskin bag floating and moving like a supernatural phenomenon...

Chen Boxu didn't stop talking all the way, and he was criticizing Chen Jing for being ignorant and disobedient from beginning to end... To sum it up in one sentence, Chen Jing was bad at learning and was no longer a good boy.

No matter what the old man said, Chen Jing smiled and nodded. He was so weak that he didn't have the strength to explain anymore.

But it feels so good.

This is the first time that grandpa carries me on his back.

Chen Jing tilted his head and rested his head on the old man's iron-hard shoulder. He felt like he was about to fall asleep listening to his chatter...

Maybe he really fell asleep.

In a daze, some familiar scenes suddenly flashed before his eyes.

That was a scene that had been buried deep in his memory for more than ten years...

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

Grandma comes to pick him up from school every day.

Come rain or shine.

Because he goes to school in the city, every time he returns home to Sentinel Ridge, he almost always takes the last train back.

By the time we entered the village, it was getting 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 his grandma was also really warm.

At that time, Chen Jing was much weaker than his peers, and he often had to take a break after walking on a mountain trail.

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

"Today the teacher praised me again and told me to keep working hard and I can be rated as a top three student by the end of the semester!"

"Yeah! Our Jingjing family is the most powerful!"

"Grandma! There is a parent-teacher meeting the day after tomorrow! Don't forget it! You must go on time!"

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

"Then...where's grandpa?"

"We don't care about that old guy! Who told him to stay in the study every day without coming out! He didn't even go to Jingjing's parent-teacher conference! He'll starve to death!"

"Hehe! Then let's go secretly by ourselves! Don't tell him!"

"Yes! Just the two of us will go! Forget about starving that old guy to death!"

The old lady's feigned ferocious tone was still ringing in his ears, but the scene in front of Chen Jing suddenly changed again, to that year...

Senbai's tidy ward.

The air smelled of disinfectant.

The hospital bed where the old man lay.

what else?

Chen Jing couldn't recall it either.

Oh, right.

There is also half a bowl of pigeon soup left.

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

"The money grandma helped you save for your wife...remember to go to the bank and take it out...those are all yours...don't let that old man of your grandfather ruin it...but..."

"Your grandpa is actually not that bad... That old guy just has a mental problem... I know... I should have told you earlier..."

"Listen to grandma... don't hate him... he actually only cares about you..."

The old lady struggled to keep her eyes open on the hospital bed, and her voice sounded as soft as a mosquito.

There were many doctors in white coats surrounding the bed.

Someone is talking.

Someone is taking notes.

Some people are shaking their heads.

"The pigeon soup Jingjing bought today is delicious...don't buy it next time...you can save the money you earn from your work-study program..."

The old lady was murmuring in a daze, her cloudy eyes filled with raw darkness, but her bony hands were still shaking gently by the bed.

"Does Jingjing have no money to spend? If he doesn't have any money, he needs to ask grandma for it... Grandma has some money in her pocket..."

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

"Jingjing likes to eat skewers the most..."

"Jingjing..."

"Jingjing's graduation ceremony... If grandma doesn't go, no one will go... What should I do if there is no one to take photos with my grandson..."

What to do.

Chen Jing still remembers it.

The old lady was still chanting these three words before she died.

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

These three words have been repeating in my mind.

Yes.

What to do.

I will no longer have a grandma...

"The old lady is at this age, so she passed away without any pain. I would like to express my condolences and accept my wishes..."

"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 payment before you leave..."

"Sorry! I'll go right away!"