Chapter 23
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 Boxu touched Chen Jing's forehead and felt the cold touch, his face became even more ugly.
"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 me to come to me, 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 whether 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 the old man say that he was going 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 caused Chen Jingchuang pain. It felt like 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 snakeskin bag as big as a mountain didn't crush him. Ryan ran quite fast with it.
But compared to the snakeskin bag, his body was too thin. If you were a little further away, you couldn't see where he was. You could only see a snakeskin bag floating and moving like a supernatural phenomenon...
Chen Bofu kept talking all the way, scolding Chen Jing for being ignorant and disobedient from beginning to end... In short, Chen Jing has learned bad things and is no longer a good grandson.
No matter what the old man said, Chen Jing smiled and nodded in response. He was too weak to explain.
But it felt good.
This was the first time he was carried by his grandfather.
Chen Jing leaned his head against the old man's iron-like shoulder, listening to his chatter and felt like he was about to fall asleep...
Maybe he really fell asleep.
In a trance, some familiar scenes suddenly flashed before his eyes.
That was a picture buried deep in his memory for more than ten years...
I remember that it was when he was still in the first grade of elementary school.
Grandma would come to pick him up from school every day.
She would come whether it was windy or rainy.
Because he went to school in the city, he would always take the last bus back home to Sentinel Ridge.
By the time he entered the village, it was getting dark.
Especially after winter...
The wind was so cold.
To this day, Chen Jing still remembers the feeling of the wind in the village blowing on his face at night. It was as sharp as a knife, but the wool scarf knitted by his grandmother was really warm.
At that time, Chen Jing was much weaker than his peers, and he often had to rest after walking a section of the mountain road.
So in the end, it was basically his grandmother who listened to him chattering about the trivialities of school while carrying him on her back and staggering home.
"The teacher praised me again today and told me to keep working hard so that I can be rated as a three-good student at the end of the semester!"
"Yes! Our Jingjing is the best!"
"Grandma! The parent-teacher meeting will be held the day after tomorrow! You must not forget! You must go on time!"
"Grandma remembered it, how could I forget it? After the parent-teacher meeting, grandma will take you to the restaurant for delicious food!"
"Then... where is grandpa?"
"Let's not care about that old thing! Who told him to stay in the study all day long and not come out! He didn't even go to our Jingjing's parent-teacher meeting! He would starve to death!"
"Hehe! Then we will go secretly! Don't tell him!"
"Yes! Just the two of us will go! Let's starve that old thing to death!"
The old lady's pretended fierce tone was still in his ears, but the scene in front of Chen Jing suddenly changed, and changed to that year...
The white and neat ward.
The air filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The bed where the old man was lying.
What else?
Chen Jing couldn't remember it either.
Oh, right.
There is still half a bowl of pigeon soup left.
"Jingjing has grown up... Grandma knows... Grandma is useless... I can't help Jingjing anymore..."
"The money that Grandma saved for you to get married... Remember to go to the bank to withdraw it... Those are all yours... Don't let your grandpa, that old thing, waste it... But..."
"Your grandpa is not that bad... That old thing just has mental problems... I know... I should have told you earlier..."
"Listen to Grandma... Don't hate him... He actually has you in his heart..."
The old lady struggled to open her eyes on the hospital bed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito.
There were many doctors in white coats around the bed.
Some were talking.
Some were taking notes.
Some were shaking their heads.
"The pigeon soup that Jingjing bought today is delicious... Don't buy it next time... Save the money you earn from working and studying..."
The old lady was mumbling unconsciously, with a kind of awkward darkness in her turbid eyes, but her skinny hands were still shaking gently by the bed.
"Jingjing, do you have no money to spend... If you don't have money, ask grandma for it... Grandma has some in her pocket..."
"Grandma can't drink the pigeon soup anymore... Jingjing, remember 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 no one accompanies my grandson to take pictures..."
What should I do?
Chen Jing still remembers it.
The old lady was still muttering these three words when she was dying.
Chen Jing remembers that he didn't cry at all at that time.
These three words kept repeating in his mind.
Yes.
What should I do?
I won't have a grandma in the future...
"The old lady is so old that she didn't feel any pain when she passed away. Please accept my condolences..."
"It's okay. This day will come sooner or later. I know."
"The funeral car is waiting downstairs. Please settle the bill before you leave..."
"Sorry! I'll go right away!"