My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 165 Untying the Knot

Lu Yuan raised his hand and gently tapped Sun Yao's forehead.

"People are as big as little devils."

He chuckled and scolded, then became serious again: "After your sister gets married, Zhou Yi's business will expand, and he probably won't have as much time to take care of you anymore. What are your plans?"

Sun Yao tossed her ponytail nonchalantly: "I earned almost 20,000 yuan last month just from advertising, I won't starve... Besides, I'm already so old, I can't really let my sister support me for the rest of my life."

Although he spoke with a strong voice, his eyes still betrayed his loneliness.

Lu Yuan picked up his coffee, took a sip, and slowly advised, "You may not like Zhou Yi, but don't let that cause you to become estranged from your sister. She's your own sister, and it won't hurt to see her more often."

Sun Yao gave a muffled "Oh," stirred the ice cubes in her cup with a straw, and didn't say anything more.

Chen Xiaomiao, who was standing to the side, finally swallowed the last bite of the braised pork with preserved mustard greens pancake and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

Since I became pregnant with Yangyang, my mouth has become so bland.

The days of abstaining from certain foods really made her feel suffocated.

Tonight she had a little treat, though she didn't dare touch anything spicy, but these sweet and sticky snacks were enough to make her bubbly with happiness.

"I am full?"

"I'm full, I'm full."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, wiped her mouth clean, and urged, "Let's go back. I reckon Yangyang should be awake by now and want to nurse."

"What's the rush?" Lu Yuan leaned back on the sofa, not in a hurry at all. "You've finally come out for a trip, don't keep thinking about your son. Have fun before you go back."

“That won’t do…” Chen Xiaomiao immediately retorted, muttering to herself, “Yangyang is shy around strangers. Staying in a hotel is different from staying at home. What if Sister Zhang can’t soothe him and he cries a lot… I’m not at ease with that.”

The more she listened, the more she felt it made sense, and she couldn't sit still any longer, as if she had a nail stuck to her bottom.

Sun Yao watched quietly from the side, feeling a sudden emptiness in her heart.

When my sister has children in the future, she'll probably look like this too.

By then, I will truly be an outsider.

In the end, Lu Yuan couldn't persuade his wife to stop shopping and drove back to the hotel.

Two days later, on New Year's Day, Sun Yu and Zhou Yi's wedding was held at a top-tier five-star hotel in Furong City.

The event was grand, with many guests in attendance. The groom, Zhou Yi, was beaming with joy, while the bride, Sun Yu, looked radiant with happiness.

The wedding ended and the guests left.

The day before leaving Furong City, Lu Yuan accompanied Chen Xiaomiao to Yuelu Mountain again, and they arrived at the cemetery for the "73rd Army's fallen soldiers in the War of Resistance Against Japan".

Even in winter, the pine and cypress forests remain evergreen and solemn.

“Brother Gu, I’ve come to see you again, and this time I’ve brought the baby.”

Chen Xiaomiao stood in front of the monument, exhaled a breath of cold air as she looked at the three characters "Zhongyi Temple," her voice carried away by the mountain wind.

She turned around, took her son from Lu Yuan's arms, and faced the stone tablet again, her eyes slightly red.

“Look at this, this is my son, Lu Yang.”

You used to always make grand promises to me, saying that once the world was at peace, you would take me to eat and drink the best food and drink.

Now the world is at peace, I'm married, and I even gave birth to a chubby little boy for my husband... If you were still alive, you'd be his uncle.

You're the second person to look after my kid; the first was Brother Xiaoshu.

I also want to take my son to see my master, but I can't find where he's buried, and I can't find out where Xiaozhi is..."

Chen Xiaomiao sniffed, suppressing the bitterness welling up in her heart, and then slightly raised Lu Yang to face the direction of the stone tablet.

"Yangyang, say hello to your uncle and ask him to bless you with peace and a long life."

As if understanding his mother's words, little Lu Yang in his swaddling clothes waved his chubby little fists in the air, letting out a loud "Awoo—"

The next day, Lu Yuan and Chen Xiaomiao boarded a plane back to Jiangcheng.

As soon as she opened the door, a black and white shadow darted out with a "whoosh," accompanied by an excited whimper, and pounced straight at Chen Xiaomiao.

"Hey, you idiot!"

Chen Xiaomiao was still holding the sleeping Lu Yang in her arms when the dog pounced on her, startling her so much that she took a half step back. Fortunately, Lu Yuan caught her in time.

"You idiot, you moron!"

Chen Xiaomiao was happy to see her dog again, but her protective instincts still prevailed.

Unable to free her hands, she raised her snow boot foot and kicked the idiot's ass.

"Go away, or you'll scare Yangyang awake and I'll cook you in hot pot tonight!"

Erbaiwu let out a pitiful "woof" and circled around Chen Xiaomiao, not daring to get any closer.

According to the doctor, it's best for babies to avoid contact with pets during their first three months. So, a while ago, Lu Yuan sent Erbaiwu to his grandparents' house, where he has been fostered ever since.

Upon entering, Sun Yumei and Lu Jianguo were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Aunt Wang was talking to the two elderly people when she saw them return, and she quickly got up.

"Grandpa, Grandma, what brings you here?"

Lu Yuan changed into slippers, slightly surprised.

Sun Yumei responded, "We figured it was about time, so we're bringing the dog back to you."

Lu Jianguo immediately chimed in, "With our old bones and limbs, how can we have the strength to walk such a big dog every day? It's too much trouble! You should raise it yourselves."

From the moment Chen Xiaomiao entered the room, the two elders' eyes never left the swaddled baby in her arms. Their slightly tilted bodies and stretched necks revealed their eagerness.

Chen Xiaomiao took the initiative to carry the child over, lifting the swaddled baby higher in her arms, and said in a soft voice, "Grandpa, Grandma, please help me hold this baby."

Sun Yumei quickly took the child from Chen Xiaomiao's hands, her smile was incredibly bright.

Lu Yang seemed to sense that he had been moved to a different place. He twisted his little body, hummed twice, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Chen Xiaomiao quietly retreated to the side, finally having time to deal with the neglected idiot.

She crouched down and opened her arms to the dog.

"Did you miss me? Hmm? Have you been good? Have you been wreaking havoc in the house?"

The idiot immediately understood, let out a howl, and pounced into her arms, burying his big head in the crook of her neck.

"Oh dear, it's heavy again..."

Despite her initial disdain, Chen Xiaomiao hugged the dog tightly around the neck and giggled incessantly.

Lu Yuan stood in the entryway, quietly observing the scene before him.

The grandparents surrounded the tiny baby, their faces beaming with undisguised joy and affection.

The wife rolled around with the big dog, her eyes crinkling with laughter, carefree.

Lu Yuan was not surprised that his grandparents came to see their great-grandson.

What truly surprised him was that his grandmother, Sun Yumei, would actually step into the room on her own initiative.

Since her parents passed away, Sun Yumei has buried her longing and grief deep in her heart, choosing to escape completely.

Lu Yuan once thought that she would never be able to get over this hurdle in her life.

But today, she actually came to my door on her own initiative.

Lu Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his face.

The only thing that can soothe the pain of death is the arrival of new life...

(End of this chapter)