Mr. Zhou stared at the box opposite him for a long time, and it took him a while to react: "You...what are you doing there!"
He really didn't expect that this little girl would actually come to Jinshi. He didn't know how to talk to the little girl.
He was the one who killed his wife. If it weren't for him, his wife wouldn't have died. It's all his fault. He should have died a long time ago. The fact that he survived all these years was a blessing.
"What happened to Grandpa Zhou back then wasn't your fault..."
"Why are you saying this? Just go away!" Old Zhou turned his head away and said stiffly.
He didn't want to talk about what happened back then, nor did he have the face to talk about it. He just wanted to wait for death slowly, and then apologize to his wife.
But Zhang Xingrong was unwilling to let the past go, and said seriously: "What happened back then was not your fault. Your wife's death was an accident. No one intended her to die. She won't blame..."
"Stop talking nonsense and leave!" Old Zhou clutched the book tightly in his hand. His voice was cold and hard, and he didn't dare to look back. "Don't worry about my business. Go back!"
This bad temper is really bad. Zhang Xingrong didn't leave: "Since you are helping me take care of my uncle, then I can't ignore your affairs. You have to come back with us before we can give these things to you."
Only then did Mr. Zhou turn around and look at her, his eyes filled with anger and reluctance. Finally, he turned his head away again: "I don't want it anymore, you can go, I don't want to leave either, I'm not going anywhere, I'm living very well here, you don't need to meddle in my business!"
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This old man is really stubborn. She doesn't believe it. He really doesn't care.
"Okay then, I'll burn these things, okay?"
"You..." Old Master Zhou turned around, stiffening his neck in anger. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
Jin Haiwen outside was very anxious and wanted to push his wheelchair in, but Rong Ya told him not to go in. Should he go in or not?
I originally thought that things would be much easier with the relics, but I didn't expect the teacher to be so stubborn and just didn't want to leave.
"Go ahead." At this moment, the stalemated Mr. Zhou suddenly said, "Let's burn it!"
"Oh, what a bad temper!" Zhang Xingrong laughed angrily. "What are you doing here? You don't take medicine when you're sick, and you don't eat when you're hungry. Are you trying to punish yourself? You think you'll feel better if you punish yourself, right? You think if you punish yourself to death, you'll be able to face your wife, right?"
Mr. Zhou lowered his head and said nothing, facing the situation in silence.
Zhang Xingrong, however, was not about to let him go. "Do you think your wife would have no objection if you died like this? She wrote in her diary that no matter what happened, she hoped you would live a good life, work hard, and repay the country. But what did you do?"
Mr. Zhou's fingers gripping the book tightened noticeably, but he still kept his head down without saying a word.
"Her diary also described how you met. Do you remember when you met?"
Mr. Zhou still lowered his head, but tears were already welling up in his eyes. Talking about how he met his wife, how could he not remember? No matter how many years passed, no matter what he became, he would always remember the scene of his meeting his wife.
It was a time of war and uncertainty, when they met by chance at a schoolmates' gathering. They came together because they shared the same ideals and beliefs.
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