Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 567 - 388: Meeting

Chapter 567: Chapter 388: Meeting

Before dawn had arrived.

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This was essentially an enlarged version of Lin Chuxia!

This was everyone’s first reaction upon seeing the woman in the photo: fine black crescent brows, large watery phoenix eyes, beautiful double eyelids, a straight nose... The only difference was Chuxia’s lips were plump while the woman’s lips in the photo were more like a cherry.

At that moment, everyone was certain of the correctness of this journey to find relatives—possessions could change hands, but appearances were inherently inherited.

"Now, may I go and tell my in-laws about this?" Jiang Xinwan asked Chuxia for permission, "May I?"

"Okay." Chuxia nodded. Since she had come all this way, there was no reason to be a shrinking turtle. If they dared to snatch her bracelet, she wasn’t afraid, she still had Zhou Mikang!

Unbeknownst to herself, she had subconsciously considered Group Leader Tongzi as her own guardian deity.

Jiang Xinwan hurriedly walked out, and Chuxia couldn’t help but whisper to Luo Xiaoqiong, "Pay close attention to how she walks and learn a bit."

Luo Xiaoqiong quickly shook her head, "You should learn it; if I walk like that, I bet my mom would chase me out with a big stick for ten miles."

"Don’t you have any taste?" Chuxia frowned helplessly at her, "That’s called elegance. I refuse to believe that if you walked elegantly, Fat Auntie would beat you to death."

"That’s called being affected, okay?" Luo Xiaoqiong muttered under her breath. She sneaked a glance at Jiang Xinzhou, seeing that he was talking with Jing Zhe and didn’t notice them, so she continued in a lower voice, "Don’t you think, with my size, those poses would look like a man dressing as a woman?"

Chuxia: "..." She really couldn’t communicate with her future sister-in-law anymore. Her appreciation was off by more than just a notch. Clearly, it was a display of elegance, but what had it turned into through her?

Less than ten minutes later, Jiang Xinwan came back in a hurry with an old couple, and Jiang Xinzhou quickly stood up, "Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin, hello."

"Hello, Xiao Zhou." The old master replied to Jiang Xinzhou, but his eyes were fixed on Chuxia, filled with excitement and disbelief.

The old lady’s expression wasn’t as agitated, but she, too, was visibly shocked. She walked straight to Chuxia, took her hand, and examined her closely, "Similar, similar, so similar!"

"My child..." The old master’s voice trembled a bit, "What... what’s your father’s name?"

"Lin Baohe."

"Lin Baohe?" The old master was stunned for a moment, "Did your father change his name?"

Chuxia shook her head, "My dad has always been called Lin Baohe, but this is a long story. Why don’t you sit down, grandfather, and I’ll explain slowly?"

"Okay, okay..." The old master quickly took a seat on the sofa, eagerly looking at Chuxia, "How are your grandfather and grandmother doing now? Are they in good health? What does your father do? How old are you?"

A string of questions burst forth, and the old lady glared at the old master, "Allow the child to answer one by one. By asking so many questions all at once, how do you expect them to respond?"

The story of the couple who fell into the water was told again. The difference this time was that both the old master and the old lady cried their eyes out.

Once their emotions had settled, the old master sighed, "Child, I apologize for making you witness this, but your grandfather really couldn’t help himself. We always thought that your grandparents were still alive, just trapped somewhere unknown. Alas, I didn’t expect they were trapped by King Yama."

"Why did they leave? And why couldn’t they openly look for us?" Those were the two questions Chuxia cared about most, and she directly asked them.

"This matter goes back a long time. Our ancestors were all officials. There was nothing unusual at first, but suddenly, they held onto this matter relentlessly.

After learning that someone was coming to confiscate everything, your great-grandparents divided the family heirlooms between us and your grandparents, telling us to take the children and flee overnight.

We, of course, were unwilling, but the old couple threatened us with their lives. There was no other choice but to obey them. Initially, it was agreed that we brothers would separate, one to Xinjiang to find my eldest aunt and the other to Ludong to find my younger aunt, so they could secretly arrange for us to settle down.

At first, we definitely didn’t dare to write home. After a while, when the situation calmed down somewhat, your great-grandparents wrote separately to the two family relatives, saying we could return. Although the estate wasn’t returned to us, the matter had passed.

We hurried back, but the letter from the younger aunt mentioned that they hadn’t seen the second brother and his wife at all. This alarmed the great-grandparents, who personally started searching along their supposed route.

The result, naturally, was no news at all, and we didn’t dare to search overtly. As for the identity documents that the second brother and his wife carried, they were even more dangerous to mention.

When the confiscation occurred, your great-grandparents replaced the real treasures with fakes. If people knew, the Lin Family would be ruined. Hence, this matter could absolutely not be disclosed to outsiders.

Latter on, a friend of your great-grandfather mentioned he saw the second son’s family on the road. They had encountered robbers, committed a murder, and fled. No one knew where they had hidden.

With that said, searching openly became even more perilous. In fact, the person who committed the murder just resembled the second brother; it wasn’t actually him. But in those times, who would dare to bet on that? If it was truly the second brother responsible, his life would definitely have been forfeit.

Your great-grandparents thought it better not to search for him. Bringing him back would mean death either way. It was better for him to drift outside—as it at least left them a thread of hope.

Until their deaths, the old couple was still thinking of your grandparents. If only they knew that the second son’s family had already met with misfortune..." Old Master Lin shook his head, unable to continue.

Well, this matter might be hard to understand in later generations, but in that era, it wasn’t strange at all.

Many people were truly terrified by the public denunciations and persecutions.

A trivial matter could lead to uncontrollable consequences, so not asking about or investigating the disappearance of one’s own grandparents was also a form of protection.

Even now, except for anomalies from the future like herself, others would think thrice before speaking. Of course, Luo Xiaoqiong is an exception; the two of them are inherently alike.

A single wrong word could cost a life. This wasn’t unheard of in the past, so many people were genuinely terrified deep down by those rules, systems, and decrees.

By this time, the fact that Lin Baohe was Lin Shengjun’s son had already been definitively confirmed. With Old Master Lin knowing his younger brother’s family hadn’t committed murder, he couldn’t sit still any longer. He immediately requested Jiang Xinwan to find Lin Zhidong and bring them back to Dalin Village to acknowledge their kin and also to relocate their ancestral graves! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please head over to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)