Grandma is gone, leaving behind only a low mound of earth in the fields.
This mound is low, but it carries the emotions of so many living people.
I remember reading a quote in a past life that said the most terrifying thing about death is not taking away a person's life, but making the living not want to live anymore.
Chen Bing saw this pessimistic sentiment in his maternal grandfather.
Spring has passed and autumn has arrived, bringing another winter. More than a year has passed since his grandmother's passing, and Chen Bing is celebrating his second birthday this winter. In this past year, he has visibly grown. This growth is not only physical but also internal.
So far, Chen Bing has mastered eight languages: Chinese, English, Japanese, Russian, French, German, Portuguese, and Korean, and is beginning to cultivate other talents. As for foreign languages, she'll put that aside for now. The language advantage she gained as an infant seems to have passed; Chen Bing feels she can't learn as quickly as she did at the beginning, and besides, she already knows enough languages, so learning more wouldn't make much sense.
The vast majority of Chinese people will never have the opportunity to use a foreign language in their lifetime, and they do not plan to go abroad in the future, so learning a little of the world's major languages is enough.
Compared to Chen Bing's growth, her grandfather's aging is much more heartbreaking.
His back was much more hunched, and his hair was completely white. He no longer had the habit of taking a walk by the river in the morning or sitting idly on a small stool at the crossroads in the evening. He just stayed at home all day long, often passing the time alone.
His lonely figure gave Chen Bing a terrifying feeling, as if he were enduring the last period of his life, waiting for it to pass before he could finally find liberation. In other words, he was living as if he were waiting to die.
Grandma's passing was a huge blow to Grandpa, but Chen Bing, who had been single for over twenty years, couldn't truly understand what that feeling was like. If his aging was inevitable, then the only thing Chen Bing could do was to spend as much time as possible with him in the very last moments of his life.
From a very young age, Chen Bing was quite unpopular with women. Forget about his childhood sweetheart wife, he didn't even have any female friends he could chat with.
His original plan was to get a good job serving the people after graduating from university, work outside for a few years until things were more stable, and then go back to his hometown to find a wife. He planned to marry a woman he found acceptable, have one or two mischievous children, work diligently, retire, and that would be a pretty ordinary and stable life.
To his surprise, he was reborn. Not in the usual online novels where he returns to his high school days, but directly back to the time of his birth.
In this life, after witnessing her grandmother's death, Chen Bing had many feelings.
Recalling his previous life, which was filled with struggles due to grades, job expectations, and his parents' expectations, he decided to leave behind his experience as a test-taker in a small town and enjoy his youth and life in this second life.
Do more of what you enjoy, strive to improve yourself, and be a person who simply enjoys life. Also, take a moment to reflect on the differences between your memories of the past and reality.
Of course, if possible, find a few cute girls to play with, to make up for the bad luck in love that fate owed you in your past life.
Just kidding. I've gotten used to being alone over the years, so it doesn't matter whether I have someone of the opposite sex with me or not.
After deciding on her life plan, Chen Bing got out of her small bed.
Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, which means that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be the two most important festivals for Chinese people—New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival. According to family tradition, on this day, we prepare New Year's goods, clean the yard, and make preparations to welcome the New Year.
So early this morning, Liu Yue rode the family's tricycle to the town market. After Chen Bing got up, he made himself a cup of formula. Although he is already two years old, a small amount of formula every day is still beneficial to his healthy growth.
After finishing the bottle in one go, Chen Bing ran out of the house alone and headed towards her maternal grandfather's house.
On the way, he also ran into a villager auntie returning from the market. Calling her an auntie might not be quite right, since she wasn't much older than Liu Yue.
"Hello, Auntie! Do you need me to help you carry your things?"
When Chen Bing saw her, he greeted her warmly.
"Oh, oh, oh! Hello, hello, you didn't need to bring it up, hahaha."
Chen Bing is only two years old, the most endearing age in a person's life. In addition, he inherited Liu Yue's cuteness and speaks with a strong voice like a little adult, so not only the aunt, but almost everyone in the village likes him.
"Here, these are some firecrackers I bought at the market. Here, take a few and play with them," the woman said, taking out a few old-fashioned firecrackers from the red plastic bag she was carrying and handing them to him.
"Thank you, auntie!" Chen Bing bowed and thanked her, then put the firecracker in her pocket and ran away.
Watching his departing figure, the aunt silently sighed in her heart. Who wouldn't love such an obedient child? He seems to be only two years old this year. He recognizes people at such a young age and can even run to his maternal grandfather's house to play by himself. His intelligence makes her want to ask Liu Yue to adopt him as her godson.
Recalling Chen Bing's cute and well-behaved appearance, the aunt returned home with a beaming smile.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw her seven or eight-year-old son lying on the sofa watching TV, ignoring his one-and-a-half-year-old sister who was almost crawling on the floor.
The woman's face suddenly darkened, and her eldest son, who acted like a spoiled brat, still yelled, "Mom! Did you buy any comic books when you went to the market?"
The woman casually put down the bag she was carrying, picked up the broom behind the door, and swung it at her son.
"Ah! Mother! Why did you hit me?"
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I'll go do my homework now!"
"Waaaaah! Daddy! Mom hit me!"
Chen Bing had no idea that his casual, polite remark would trigger a family crisis. He had already run to his maternal grandfather's house.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Bingbing has come to see you!"
Before even entering the door, Chen Bing started loudly calling out "Grandpa this, Grandpa that!"
Upon hearing his eldest grandson's voice, Liu Wucheng rushed out of the house.
Chen Bing spotted his target and, with her short legs, bumped right into him.
"Oh, my dear grandson, where's your mother? Why are you here with your grandpa all by yourself again?" Liu Wucheng struggled to pick up Chen Bing, rubbing his aged face against Chen Bing's delicate little face.
"I missed my grandpa, so I came all by myself."
"Good, good, good grandson." Liu Wucheng said with a smile as he carried Chen Bing into the house.
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