I'm not like a fat guy who goes to bed as soon as it gets dark.

I plan to ask Chen Jinghong's grandfather about the situation tonight, and then I can make a draft in my mind, so that it will be obvious to write, and I will not be at a loss.

When I asked Grandpa Chen Jinghong again why he didn't want to be reincarnated before, Grandpa Chen Jinghong's face finally showed a trace of emotion.

I saw the longing on his face, the deep longing.

Some things, some people, after a long time, will fade.

But will time really dilute all this?

At least I saw it from Chen Jinghong's grandfather's face.

After a long time, Grandpa Chen Jinghong replied to me:

"Because of my wife."

When the fat man heard this, he had already lay down, but he immediately stood up and came over.

I know what this thing means, and that's what he's missing the most right now.

It's called love.

When it comes to love, he's an idiot.

So when I heard Chen Jinghong's grandfather say that it was because of his wife, there must be a story in it, and I must be able to learn a lot, so I was so excited that I didn't sleep.

"Then Grandma Chen is old this year?"

"She's gone."

Gone?

I thought it was because Chen Jinghong's grandfather's wife was still alive that Chen Jinghong's grandfather was reluctant to be reincarnated, but his wife had passed away, so why?

"That Grandma Chen is ......"

I wanted to ask when Grandma Chen died, but before I could finish speaking, Grandpa Chen Jinghong interrupted me:

"I killed her."

The fat man and I gasped instantly!

The fat man wanted to hear some romantic **** story, but he didn't expect to hear the story of a murderer.

Kill your wife.

In front of us is a murderer with blood on his hands.

What to do?

What should I do?

After a long time, I asked again:

"Then you, how did you ......?"

Still didn't wait for me to finish, Grandpa Chen Jinghong said:

"Suicide."

Killing his wife.

After killing his wife, he committed suicide.

Why kill your wife?

Because of hatred.

Why suicide?

Suicide in fear of sin.

I thought about all the possibilities in my mind, but when I saw the look in Grandpa Chen Jinghong's eyes when he said those words, I denied all these possibilities.

I don't know if you've ever seen what a murderer's eyes look like, but Chen Jinghong's grandfather's eyes make me feel that this is not as simple as killing people and committing suicide.

Because Chen Jinghong's grandfather's eyes were full of love for his wife, infinite love.

But when he said that he had killed his wife, there was no trace of regret or sadness in his eyes, he was still so calm, not shocked, and behind the calm, there was a sense of relief.

And the impression that Chen Jinghong's grandfather gave me, his sacrifice, his sven, and his humility all made me doubt that he was by no means a simple murderer.

There must be some moving stories in this.

I sat down in front of Grandpa Chen Jinghong and said for a long time:

"Grandpa, I'm ready."

I'm ready to listen to Grandpa Chen Jinghong's story, and the reason why I didn't ask again is because of my respect for Grandpa Chen Jinghong.

The fat man also followed my example and said:

"I'm ready, too."

Grandpa Chen Jinghong naturally understood what I meant, and said to me first:

"Thank you, Chief."

Then, Grandpa Chen Jinghong told me and the fat man the story of him and her:

At that time, I was the same as you now, just went to college, and I was relatively new to everything, in the university, there were many clubs, and on the first day of my report, I couldn't wait to join several clubs, I remember what was the Green Reading Club, the Tai Chi Association, I remember the most clearly, it was the Sign Language Association, the Sign Language Association, you know? It's the kind that teaches sign language, the kind that is deaf and mute.

In fact, I joined these associations not to learn anything, but simply for fun, and there was nothing to do.

So I was in the Sign Language Association for more than half a year, and I learned a little bit of skin, and I couldn't even say hello at the most basic level.

I thought that joining the club was a day of gangsters and useless, but one day, the Sign Language Association wanted to organize us to volunteer at the local school for the deaf and mute, and I was dumbfounded, I didn't know anything.

But I had no choice but to follow.

In fact, I am also a little curious, curious about what the school for the deaf and dumb is like, and whether it is different from our school.

So I went with the association.

When we arrived at the school for the deaf and mute, I felt that it was really quiet inside, there was no sound at all, and the silence was a little difficult to get used to.

Because it was a weekend, those deaf and mute students did not attend classes in the classroom, and they were boarding schools and went home once a month, so on weekends, they stayed in the school to study and rest.

After we went in, there were some deaf students on campus, and the people from the sign language association walked over to greet them in sign language, and then took out table tennis, football, basketball, etc., prepared in advance, and played with those deaf students.

But I was embarrassed, I didn't know sign language, I didn't know how to communicate with them, and I didn't know anything about sports, table tennis and football, so I could only watch from the sidelines.

After watching it for a long time, it was really boring, so I wanted to walk around by myself, walk around their campus, and see their classrooms.

So I walked away alone.

I walked down the corridors on campus, looked at their campus, looked at their classrooms, and found that it was exactly the same as our school, no different.

Then when I got to the end of the hallway, I saw someone in that classroom, and I didn't know what to think at the time, so I got hot and walked in.

When I went in, I found that there were several deaf and mute students in the classroom, who seemed to be writing homework.

When I went in, they all looked at me in unison.

Then a deaf and dumb girl with clear eyebrows stood up from behind and walked up to me, talking to me in sign language as she went.

I thought to myself, I couldn't read the girl's sign language, I didn't know what she was talking about.

But to make matters worse, I don't know sign language, so I don't know how to explain it.

I panicked, like a thief stealing something and getting caught.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed that there was chalk on the teacher's lectern in the classroom.

I hurriedly walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and wrote on the blackboard, who am I, who am the student, what university student, what have I come here for, and I have inadvertently entered their classroom, and then I apologized to her and said sorry, saying that I don't know what she just said, and I don't know what she just said, so I can only write it down like this with chalk.

Then, the girl, stunned.

Actually, I hesitated for a long time whether to write it like this, whether it would cause misunderstanding, but in the end I decided to write it down, after all, in a way, it is my own experience......

(End of chapter)