Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

"Don't worry, even if your mother-in-law isn't here, we can just look again. We're sure we'll find her this time."

Seeing Chang Kun's determined gaze, Cheng Min nodded vigorously.

"Yes! I believe you!"

"Trust me and close your eyes." After Cheng Min closed her eyes, Chang Kun took out a silver needle from his spatial storage and gently pricked a bead of blood from her fingertip.

Squeezing the blood droplets into his palm, Chang Kun closed his eyes and silently sensed the situation.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and shook his head.

"They're not here; they're still to the south, further south."

The light in Cheng Min's eyes dimmed little by little, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

She traveled a long distance from Beijing to Nanjing, not for sightseeing.

For many years, her longing for her mother and younger brother had been a constant worry for her.

Arriving in Nanjing at this point, the contrast between her initial high hopes and utter disappointment was something she simply couldn't accept.

Chang Kun sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder: "It's okay, take your time looking, we'll find it eventually."

Cheng Min leaned on his shoulder and softly hummed in agreement.

The room quieted down, and the noise from outside the window drifted in from afar.

After a while, Cheng Min looked up and forced a smile: "So, where are we going next?"

Chang Kun thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No rush. We've come all this way, so I'll show you around Nanjing."

There are actually quite a few places to visit in Nanjing these days.

"Alright..." Cheng Min didn't want to spoil Chang Kun's mood, "Then where shall we go?"

"The Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is worth a visit, but it's a bit far," Chang Kun said, listing the options. "The Confucius Temple is closer, then there's Xuanwu Lake, Mochou Lake, the Presidential Palace... Which one do you want to go to?"

Cheng Min blinked: "What's the Confucius Temple for?"

"There are all kinds of stalls selling things, as well as teahouses and restaurants."

Cheng Min's eyes lit up: "Then let's go to the Confucius Temple!"

Chang Kun laughed: "I knew you liked eating out."

Cheng Min punched him lightly, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

In Nanjing in the 1960s, the most common vehicles on the streets were buses and tricycles, and bicycles were also quite common. Cars were very rare, and only high-ranking officials or employees of large organizations could afford to ride in them.

Chang Kun and Cheng Min rested briefly at the guesthouse before hurrying out.

"Come on, let me show you around Nanjing's public buses." Chang Kun pulled Cheng Min toward the street.

The streets were bustling with people, dressed in all sorts of clothes: Zhongshan suits, jackets with double fronts, and many girls wearing floral blouses and two braids.

After a short while, a dark green bus swayed along, with a large gas cylinder on its roof, looking like a big pillow.

Cheng Min's eyes widened: "What's that on the roof of the car?"

"Gas bag, this vehicle runs on gas." Chang Kun pulled her onto the vehicle. "Nanjing is not like our capital city; there are no trams here."

There were quite a few people on the bus. Chang Kun took out his money and bought two tickets, each costing five cents.

Cheng Min leaned against the window, looking out with bright eyes.

"Look, look, what kind of river is that?"

"Qinhuai River".

"Is it the Qinhuai River mentioned in the book?"

"Okay, let's go to Confucius Temple later, it's right by the Qinhuai River."

When the car arrived at the station, the two got off and were greeted by a bustling street lined with old houses with blue bricks and gray tiles, and shops one after another.

"Is this the Confucius Temple?" Cheng Min looked at it with curiosity, feeling that it was somewhat similar to Wangfujing.

The two walked along the street. On both sides were stalls selling snacks, daily necessities, and comic books for rent. There were two long benches in front of the stalls, where several children sat and read them with great interest.

Cheng Min stopped in front of a snack stall.

The stall owner was an old woman. She set up a small stove with a flat-bottomed pan on it. Inside the pan were round little pancakes, fried until golden brown and sizzling with oil.

"What is this?" Cheng Min leaned closer to take a look.

"Duck fat sesame seed cakes." The old woman grinned, revealing her toothless gums. "Want to try a couple?"

The sesame seed cake was fresh out of the oven and very hot. Cheng Min tossed it back and forth between her hands, blowing on it repeatedly. She took a bite and squinted her eyes.

"It's crispy and fragrant."

Chang Kun took a bite and found it to be quite good; the aroma of duck fat mixed with the fragrance of sesame, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

The two ate and strolled around, and another queue formed in front of them.

"What do they sell?" Cheng Min stood on tiptoe to look ahead.

"It looks like tofu pudding."

When it was their turn, they each ordered a bowl. Nanjing's tofu pudding is different from that in Beijing. It has dried shrimp, seaweed, pickled vegetables, and a small spoonful of chili oil. Cheng Min ate it until her nose was sweating.

"Is it spicy?"

"Mmm! But it smells really good!"

After finishing the tofu pudding, we came to Wende Bridge. The Qinhuai River was sparkling, with several small boats gently rocking on the water, carrying people who seemed to be taking a river cruise.

Cheng Min stood on the bridge, the wind blowing through her loose hair, a relaxed expression on her face.

Chang Kun stood beside her, watching her smile. Even if she hadn't found any relatives in Nanjing, it was still nice to have a trip like this.

"Chang Kun".

"Um?"

"Where shall we go next?"

Chang Kun thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum."

When you come to Nanjing, you should always visit Dr. Sun Yat-sen.

After strolling around for a while, Cheng Min ate duck blood vermicelli soup and crab roe soup dumplings, exclaiming that they were so delicious.

Besides food, there are also a lot of variety shows here, but Cheng Min wasn't interested in those and urged Chang Kun to go to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

She was thinking that she should hurry to her next destination so that she could find her mother as soon as possible.

Chang Kun knew what she was thinking, so the two of them boarded a bus heading to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

This train was packed with people.

Cheng Min was squeezed into Chang Kun's arms, one hand gripping the back of the chair, the other protecting her small cloth bag.

Outside the car window, rows of sycamore trees receded into the distance, their leaves glistening in the sunlight.

"How much further?" Cheng Min asked softly.

"Almost there, it's just ahead."

The bus stopped at the terminal station, and the two got off. In front of them was a long tree-lined avenue, with plane trees planted on both sides.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering a layer of golden dust on the ground.

Cheng Min took a deep breath: "This place is really nice."

Starting from Bo'ai Archway, we climbed up more than three hundred steps. Cheng Min started panting halfway up and clung to Chang Kun's arm, refusing to let go.

"How much is left?"

"Almost there, it's up there."

"You just said it would be soon!"

Chang Kun smiled and pulled her along as they continued climbing.

Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, Cheng Min looked up at the four large characters "天地正气" (Righteousness of Heaven and Earth) on the lintel and suddenly fell silent.

The two men gazed at the statue of Mr. Sun Yat-sen, their eyes slightly reddening.

People who haven't experienced wartime cannot understand this kind of feeling.

Chang Kun gently held Cheng Min's small hand as they looked down from the platform in front of the ancestral hall, where the entire city of Nanjing lay at their feet.

"No wonder they buried Mr. here," Cheng Min said softly.

Chang Kun nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly heard laughter behind him.

They were speaking Japanese.

He frowned and turned to look.

A group of seven or eight people were walking out of the ancestral hall. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a smart dark Zhongshan suit and with a neatly trimmed mustache under his nose.

They look like Japanese devils!