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

Chapter 67 Chen Xiaogu's Letter (Part 1)
After paying, Zhao Qiang walked over contentedly, only to be startled when he saw Lu Yuan stuffing a velvet box into his pocket.

"Hey, you bought one too? Who's it for?"

"Who else could it be given to?"

Lu Yuan gave a curt reply without offering any further explanation.

"You're something else!"

Zhao Qiang nudged him with his elbow and winked, saying, "It's only been a few days, but it seems you're really taking it to heart."

Lu Yuan ignored him and walked out of the store first.

When I got home, the house was quiet, with only the television on.

A local TV station is broadcasting a local mediation program called "People's Help," and the female host is speaking in a formulaic tone.

Chen Xiaomiao was curled up asleep on the sofa, wearing only a thin loungewear jacket. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. Her breathing was even, and her sleeping face was peaceful.

Lu Yuan took a blanket and gently covered Chen Xiaomiao with it.

Then, after staring at the girl's delicate sleeping face for a while, he turned around and went back to his own bedroom, placing the velvet box containing the fox bracelet into the deepest part of his bedside table.

Now is not the time...

Just as I closed the drawer, a suppressed gasp suddenly came from the living room.

"what!"

Lu Yuan's heart tightened, and he rushed out in three steps at a time.

Chen Xiaomiao sat up from the sofa, her face ashen, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, panting heavily, her eyes filled with terror.

"how?"

Lu Yuan sat down next to her, reached out and took her cold hand, gently comforting her.

"I...I dreamt about..."

Chen Xiaomiao's voice trembled, as if she hadn't yet escaped from a nightmare: "I dreamt of Brother Gu and Sister Zhi... they were... surrounded by so many Japanese soldiers... covered in blood..."

"It's okay, it's just a dream, don't be afraid."

Lu Yuan pulled Chen Xiaomiao into his arms, gently patted her back, and kept comforting her softly.

Lu Yuan waited until Chen Xiaomiao's breathing gradually stabilized before letting out a sigh and a laugh: "I told you, watch less of those anti-Japanese war dramas. If you watch too much, you'll have all sorts of wild dreams at night."

Chen Xiaomiao rested in Lu Yuan's arms for a while, her body slowly stopping trembling. She shook her head and looked up. "Lu Yuan... tell me, could it be that they have something they can't let go of, which is why they came to me in my dream?"

Lu Yuan didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he went along with her and asked, "So, what did they want to tell you when they appeared in your dream?"

"I...I haven't mastered the art of dream interpretation, I don't know..."

Chen Xiaomiao lowered her head, her voice filled with disappointment and confusion.

On television, the program "People Helping to Watch" is coming to an end.

The female host was standing in an old-looking house, reading her lines into the camera: "...We just visited the descendants of this veteran, and we have contacted the relevant departments regarding the letters and materials they brought out."

Relevant departments stated that the situation during wartime was complex, and there was a significant lack of documentation. Based solely on these few letters whose specific unit numbers could not be determined, it would be very difficult to posthumously recognize the martyrs…

The camera focused on an elderly man and a brother and sister standing nearby. The old man's eyes were red, and he was tightly clutching several yellowed sheets of paper in his hand.

With a professional expression of regret, the host addressed the elderly man with perfunctory words: "...Although we cannot posthumously recognize their contributions, we believe that the spirit of heroes is immortal, and we will never forget their contributions to this land..."

Chen Xiaomiao was still immersed in her own emotions when she heard the sound from the TV and subconsciously looked up.

Her gaze fell on a close-up shot of the television screen.

Those few letters that the old man cherished were enlarged and filled the entire screen.

The letter paper is made of rough-edged paper, a common material during the Republic of China era. The characters on it are written with a brush, and the characters are thin, firm, and sharp.

Chen Xiaomiao's body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been struck by lightning, frozen in shock.

The next second, she seemed to go crazy, suddenly jumping up from the sofa and pointing a trembling finger at the letter on the screen.

Her lips trembled, her eyes widened, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she could only utter some broken, incoherent syllables.

Finally, he grabbed Lu Yuan's arm, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Yes Yes……"

She was so excited that she was incoherent, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs.

"It's... Brother Gu! Lu Yuan! Look! It's Brother Gu... there's no mistake!!"

　I'll set a 24-hour update schedule for now. I'll revise the remaining chapters tonight and add an extra chapter.

　　I will try my best to update 3 times a day, with 6000 words each time.

　　I'll be updating again with more chapters after it's released! Please keep reading!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)