Chen Jinsui's son died at the age of eighteen, while he was in his senior year of high school.
If he hadn't died, he would have already taken the college entrance exam and been waiting to go to university.
He was his only son, and also the greatest pride and entire source of motivation in his life.
People who knew Chen Jinsui and his son often said, this child really doesn't look like his father, tall, handsome, and studious.
Otherwise, perhaps smoke is rising from Chen Jinsui's ancestral grave, how else could someone as ordinary in appearance and lacking in knowledge have such a good son?
But Chen Jinsui knew, this is indeed his son, genuinely his son.
The son looked a lot like his mother, smart like her too, his wife who had passed away ten years ago.
His wife was good in every aspect, except for her poor health, weak and sickly from childhood, a medicine pot; if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have married him.
