"Oh dear, I heard the Jiang Family's eldest son suddenly ran back home and then killed himself!"
"Damn, these young people—young people nowadays are way too fragile."
"Yeah, nothing like our generation. Our generation was so resilient, we could swallow any hardship. Now these young people off themselves at the drop of a hat…"
Jiang Si was squatting off to the side and turned his head to glance at the two uncles chatting.
"Where's that resilience? The resilient older generation that drank so much paraquat they forced it off the market."
Jiang Si sighed beside them. "What a pity, such a good herbicide."
The two old men who'd been playing chess looked over at Jiang Si and didn't recognize him at all—after all, when his accident happened he'd been in the hospital the whole time, and later Lu Ya took him away.
Neighbors who weren't especially close didn't all know him.
"You kid."
"What kind of way is that to talk… you saying us old folks can't take hardship like young people?"
