Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"Oh no, oh no~ Lingling, come help me! Your best friend is being bullied!" Lian Qingqing, who had been pushed and stumbled, shouted loudly while shaking her wrist.

"Alright, Qingqing, stop making a fuss. Mr. Xu is right. Besides putting on airs, what else can you do?"

Lian Qingqing pouted, glanced at Xu San and then at Tsunade, and said sourly, "Oh dear, Mr. Xu, once he gets back to Japan, I'm afraid he'll have to hand you over to Anada, right?"

Tsunade ignored her, and Xu San also ignored her. Lian Qingqing remained silent for a while before speaking again, "Uncle Xu, do you know my uncle?"

"I don't know him! My family has a photo from the War of Resistance against Japan. There's a short senior in it named Lian Wushang."

Upon hearing Lian Wushang's name, Lian Qingqing gasped. "The War of Resistance Against Japan? That should be my great-grandfather's generation, or maybe my great-great-grandfather's generation. I'll have to ask my grandfather about that."

Lian Qingqing took out her phone, found her grandfather's number, and dialed it. "Hello, Grandpa."

"Qingqing, what made you think of calling me?"

"Of course I miss you."

"Are you out of pocket money?"

"No, I met someone today who said I look like a revolutionary veteran named Lian Wushang. I just wanted to ask if there's such a person in our family."

"Lian Wushang is my grandfather, your great-grandfather." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "How old do you think that person is?"

Lian Qingqing glanced at Xu San and said, "Thirty-something, almost fifty, right?"

"Your dad taught you math, didn't he? How old are you anyway?"

“He’s in his thirties. He said he’s seen photos of our ancestors and that I look somewhat like them.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Qingqing, tell that person to ask if you can get a photo of our great-great-grandmother. Oh, no, I mean a photocopy. Your great-great-grandmother was an anti-Japanese hero; she even captured enemy spies. It's a pity no photos were taken." "Let me ask."

"Speak to them properly."

"Okay, got it!"

Lian Qingqing hung up the phone and said to Xu San with a smile, "Brother Xu, Lian Wushang is my ancestor, my grandfather's grandfather."

No wonder the younger generation of an old friend bears a resemblance to him. Looking at Lian Qingqing, Xu San couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, as if he were looking at a junior.

Sensing the change in Xu San's eyes, Lian Qingqing suddenly felt a chill, because she saw a hint of kindness in Xu San's eyes.

"Um, uncle, brother? Don't look at me like that. I'm not young anymore. I'm a senior in college," Lian Qingqing said.

"I need to go back to my hometown to look for the photo. I had a thought when I saw that photo, but I may not be able to find it."

"No rush, send it to me when you find it." Lian Qingqing said, taking out her phone and showing the dangerous QR code. "I'll treat you to a big meal later."

After scanning the QR code and adding each other on WeChat, Xu San shared some more information: "There's also a senior named Li Si in the photo. He has a team leader surnamed Sun. The back of the photo says they are from the county brigade, and the photo was taken in 1941."

Upon hearing Xu San's words, Lian Qingqing's eyes suddenly lit up. "Wow, that's amazing! You have photos, so your ancestor must have been from the county brigade, right?"

"I don't know about that. Although my family are third-generation revolutionaries, we don't know much about things from earlier times." Xu San scratched his head. "The elders in my family haven't talked much about things from that era either."

"That's true, my grandfather didn't make it either. He was the eldest son in his family, born in 1954." (End of Chapter)