Chen Jinshui's son died at the age of eighteen. He was in his senior year of high school.
If he didn't die, he would have finished his college entrance examinations and would be waiting to enter university.
He was his only son, and the source of all his pride and life.
People who knew Chen Jinshui and his son often said that this child really had no resemblance to his father. The kid was tall and handsome, and was good in his studies.
Otherwise, could it be that Chen Jinshui had gotten lucky. How could an ignorant and plain-looking man like him have such an outstanding son?
But Chen Jinshui knew that this was his son. His biological son.
His son got his looks and intelligence from his mother, she was his wife, who had been dead for ten years.
His wife was blessed in everything except for her poor health. She had been weak and ill since she was a child. She took lots of medicine all the time. She would not have married him if she was in better shape.
