My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 3: The eulogy was too short, and life was too long.

"???"

A series of question marks appeared above Zhou Heming's head.

"Ahem, I'm Zhou Heming's uncle. It's a bit messy here, please don't mind."

Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Jianjun couldn't resist the charm of the beautiful young woman and even pretended to button up his shirt.

“It’s alright. You always take good care of Ahe, and he often mentions you to me.”

"Haha, it's just that my line of work is a bit unlucky. And my Ah He is really something, bringing you here even though you're injured and it's inconvenient for you."

Cheng Shuangjiang's words pleased Zhou Jianjun greatly. He smiled and tugged at Zhou Heming, his elbow already siding with the outsider.

"It's just a minor injury, it won't bother you. I've always thought your work is very noble, so I insisted that Ah He bring me here. Uncle, please don't blame him."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianjun's expression brightened even more.

However, he immediately pointed to an elderly man with sparse white hair who walked with a brisk pace not far away, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hey, young man, I need to borrow Ah He for a bit. It might take quite a while. Would you like to wait in our office, or go home first?"

"Can I stay here? Ahe said it was okay before, and I want to see Ahe working hard~"

The girl raised her bandaged left hand, her casually tied ponytail swaying, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white nape.

"Then, just say you're one of our interns and go to the reception room over there."

Zhou Jianjun had no principles whatsoever when faced with the beautiful girl's pleas.

"."

So, "girlfriend" was just a convenient way of saying something to keep me by my side, right?

Helpless, Zhou Heming could only place the gaudy flyers on the front desk. Then, he put on a solemn expression and glanced back at the girl beside him.

"In a little while, don't talk or laugh. If you really can't hold it in for any reason, just pretend to go to the bathroom and leave."

The story of someone laughing at the wrong time and getting their leg broken by a customer is a must-have part of the onboarding training for funeral companies.

He didn't know what Cheng Shuangjiang wanted to do, but judging from the context, she probably wanted to help him deal with this difficult client.
Hmph, the naivety of a top student.

"Good~"

Cheng Shuangjiang followed Zhou Heming with great interest and watched him approach the old man.

"Xiao Zhou, your eulogy is terrible! I told you so before, what is this?"

Upon seeing Zhou Heming, the old man immediately showed displeasure. However, when he caught sight of Cheng Shuangjiang, the scolding he was about to utter was momentarily silenced, and he even unconsciously straightened his back a little.

"Hello, Uncle Geng. I'm Xiao Cheng, an intern. I'm here with Teacher Zhou to help you. Teacher Zhou always says you're a very kind person and have given him a lot of help."

Cheng Shuangjiang's sincere expression, coupled with her pitiful appearance with her arm in a cast, immediately deflated Grandpa Geng, who seemed to be holding back his anger.

She seems to really know that she is very cute.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhou Heming led Grandpa Geng to the reception room, casually turned on the voice recorder, and placed it on the table.

As soon as he sat down, Grandpa Geng, his face returning to its sour expression, immediately threw the paper in his hand onto the table.

“Xiao Zhou, I told you, my wife is incredibly stingy. She won't even turn on the air conditioner on ordinary days. Every time we go to the supermarket, she queues up to get free samples and uses the supermarket's massage machine for free, pretending she'll buy it when it's on sale. In the summer, after buying groceries, she just sits in those fast food restaurants with the air conditioning on, without feeling ashamed. I've lost so much face because of her over the years. How can you describe her as generous?”

He banged on the table, very indignant.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at the eulogy and quickly realized that it was written for Grandpa Geng's deceased wife.

“Uncle Geng, this part was added at your request. You said that she often teaches students to play the piano for free, and sometimes she also helps students from poor families. Years ago, when the county was flooded, she donated 30,000 yuan directly. We even have a recording of it.”

Zhou Heming explained slowly and deliberately.

Grandpa Geng's face stiffened, and he touched his balding head.

"It seems that there is such a thing."

But this old man wasn't one to give in easily, so he straightened up the eulogy and pointed to another section.

"The part where they write that she raised several children and was a great cook is complete nonsense. Her cooking was barely edible, and none of the kids in her family liked it. I was the only one who acted with her for forty-seven years. However, she did make a dish of lotus root balls that the kids loved. I was just so-so."

As Grandpa Geng spoke, he suddenly fell silent for a moment before speaking with a hint of regret.

"But she was very shrewd and told me that my method was wrong. Now, no matter what I do, I can't make it taste the same as hers."

“Uncle Geng, when you first came, you mentioned that you must write down the hardships she endured raising the children. You said that you were busy with work and had no time to take care of your family. She raised all three children with great difficulty, and you felt very sorry for her, so you wanted to write it at the very beginning. This was also recorded.”

Zhou Heming moved the recorder towards the center of the table.

"That was then, and now it's now. You need to change."

Grandpa Geng has started his unreasonable mode.

Zhou Heming rubbed his temples, hesitating to speak, but Cheng Shuangjiang spoke first.

"Uncle Geng, let's make the changes. Please take a look and see if you have any other suggestions. We'll write them down and make sure you're satisfied with the changes."

Her words softened Grandpa Geng's expression, and he nodded slightly, as if to say, "This young girl really knows how to talk." However, Cheng Shuangjiang quickly added sincerely.

"However, I hope you can understand that because she was such a wonderful person, even our best craftsman, Master Zhou, couldn't perfectly recreate her image. The final product may still be different from what you remember, because the person who understands her best and loves her the most in this world is ultimately you."

"She wasn't any good either, just a wretched old woman. When she was young, she could even knit a sweater with a broken thread. Her cooking was terrible, and she was always nagging and fussy, constantly muttering in my ear. I never had a chance to talk to her about love or anything like that, but, but..." Grandpa Geng sighed, muttered a couple of times, and then looked at the eulogy on the table.

"Forget it, Xiao Zhou, you don't need to revise it. Just keep this version. Thank you for your help during this time. You actually wrote it very well, really well."

".good."

Zhou Heming hesitated for a moment, then nodded, quickly got up, and saw Grandpa Geng out of the reception room.

The old man, who had originally been so imposing, now appeared somewhat thin, frail, and lonely from behind.

Sitting back down at the table, Zhou Heming still found it a bit unbelievable.

The client, who had been pestered several times before and whose reception took one or two hours each time, was persuaded by Cheng Shuangjiang after just a few words upon meeting her.
They say sincerity is a sure-kill move, but a beautiful girl's sincerity seems to be an even more powerful one.

Am I the naive one?

"How did you manage to make Grandpa Geng understand?"

Zhou Heming couldn't help but ask.

"Because, your future self mentioned an old man who couldn't accept his wife's death and kept pestering you to revise the eulogy for a month. I just repeated your last words of advice to him."

Cheng Shuangjiang answered in a very serious manner.

So, when I pray to the gods, is it actually my future self who answers me?
Wait, why are we still talking about rebirth?
Zhou Heming put the vague and unrealistic premise out of his mind and simply read the eulogy again.

It's very simple and unpretentious, recording some seemingly contradictory things, but it's the whole life of Grandpa Geng's wife.

The eulogy was too short; a lifetime is too long.

"I initially thought Grandpa Geng had a bad memory, but later I discovered that he remembers everything."

After each conversation with a client who commissioned him to write a eulogy, he felt a little depressed. In the past, he could only swallow his feelings, but now, he subconsciously told the young girl beside him.

“He remembers the smallest things and likes to nag me. It’s as if if he keeps talking like this, his wife will still be here. He asked for changes so many times because he didn’t want to admit it so quickly, because once the eulogy is finalized, the person is really gone.”

"You actually know what you should do, but you can't bring yourself to say it, so you can only keep him company and chatter on, because you're the only person in the world you can talk to about these things with."

Cheng Shuangjiang noticed Zhou Heming's slightly awkward gentleness.

"Looking at it this way, did I do something wrong?"

"That's not entirely true."

The slightly shy boy rubbed his nose, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the girl's words.

"Now that we've finished our work, shouldn't we continue to make up for any regrets in our plans?"

Cheng Shuangjiang looked expectant again.

Zhou Heming looked at her, though he didn't know what possessed this Cheng, the school beauty, so determined to help him make up for the regrets that hadn't yet become regrets, and even came up with bizarre reasons like being reborn and returning.

But as she said.

If Zhou Heming had lived his life as usual, his past dreams would have become nothing more than topics of conversation that he could pretend to be at peace with years later. But now, he is facing his long-forgotten original aspirations head-on.

He had already foreseen that what lay ahead might be a road full of thorns and setbacks, and that even at the end, he might not be able to reach the desired destination. In the past, he probably would have used the excuse of reality to brush it off.

but.

He's eighteen this year, an age where he can do anything.

Why don't you give it a try?
"I didn't bring any practice problems with me."

Zhou Heming took a light breath and looked away.

"It's okay, we can catch up on our schoolwork together. We can put the other exercise on the agenda first."

"What?"

"Courage training".

Cheng Shuangjiang blurted it out.

"The targeted exam requires an interview. With your current dejected appearance, the interviewers will fail you one by one. Furthermore, with your personality of being hesitant and embarrassed to even say no, wouldn't you be tortured to death if you really became a screenwriter? Besides, many of your regrets stem from your inability to express them. If you don't change this time, you'll definitely have more regrets!"

"Therefore, I need to cultivate your confidence and courage."

It sounds like it makes some sense.

Zhou Heming had to admit that it was true.

That's what INFP is like.

"But how do we train them?"

"It's very simple."

A strand of hair fell down, and the girl used her scarred left hand to tuck it behind her ear. Then, she took out her phone, which was encased in a light blue case, and opened the QQ Space interface.

"From now on, tell everyone, I'm your girlfriend~"

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