This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 234 Old Master Yu's Past

After being led into the house by the old man, Bai Luo quickly glanced at the layout of the house. Judging from the layout of the room and the daily necessities, it was clear that only the old man lived in the house.

After closing the door, Old Yu looked at the person wrapped up tightly on the bear's back and couldn't help but ask.

"Young man, is this person injured?"

"Yes, sir, he's still breathing. Could we borrow your kang (heated brick bed) for a moment so I can check his injuries?"

Bai Luo then stated his request.

"Okay, okay, use it freely, it's over here."

Upon hearing Bai Luo's words, Old Yu immediately led Bai Luo to the kang (a heated brick bed) in the inner room.

Bai Luo untied the rope and carried Yu Wen, who was on the bear's back, onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

Old Yu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but marvel at the child's strength.

And their accents don't sound like those of locals.

Bai Luo had no idea what Old Yu was thinking about him.

After placing Yu Wen on the kang (a heated brick bed), they uncovered the quilt that had been tightly wrapped around Yu Wen's body and carefully checked him over. Only after confirming that Yu Wen's injuries had not worsened did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he covered Yu Wen with the quilt again.

But what Bai Luo didn't notice was that after seeing Yu Wen's appearance wrapped in the quilt, Old Yu behind him suddenly turned pale, his lips trembled, and his hands couldn't help but shake as he suppressed the urge to rush over and check on him.

He looks so much like his son.

After Bai Luo tucked Yu Wen in, he turned around to say goodbye, not wanting to get involved because the old man had taken him in.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw the old man staring at Yu Wen with some excitement, scrutinizing him.

Seeing this, Bai Luo couldn't help but ask.

"Old man, do you know Yu Wen?"

When Old Yu heard Bai Luo mention the name Yu Wen, it felt like a bomb had been dropped into his head.

"Yu Wen... Yu Wen..."

Old Yu kept repeating Yu Wen's name.

Tears began to stream down my face.

He finally realized why the man looked so familiar—it was his grandson.

He was the one who named Yu Wen. He thought he had no relatives left in the world, but he never expected to be able to see his grandson alive when he was about to be buried.

Old Yu now feels that even if he were to die right now, he would die with a smile on his face.

Bai Luo was somewhat at a loss because of Old Yu's appearance. What was going on?

Bai Luo glanced at the silly girl beside him, only to find that she had been staring at him with a somewhat dazed look.

Alright, let's wait until the old man calms down before asking.

After about two minutes, Mr. Yu finally calmed down his somewhat agitated emotions.

He wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, wanting to ask the two children next to him who were hiding with his grandson what had happened.

But when Old Yu looked up, he saw two faces covered by masks staring at him from less than 20 centimeters away.

Old Yu was startled by the two brats and instinctively took a step back.

Seeing that the old man had come to his senses, Bai Luo, bursting with a gossip-loving mentality, immediately spoke up.

"Grandpa, you still haven't answered my question?"

"Ah, oh, uh... what did you just ask?"

Old Yu was so startled by Bai Luo that he completely forgot about the question Bai Luo had mentioned earlier.

"Old man, do you know him?"

Bai Luo repeated the previous question, pointing her finger at Yu Wen lying on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Mr. Yu heard this question again.

After hesitating for a moment, he still told the truth.

"Yes, he could very well be my grandson whom I have never met."

Bai Luo: . . . . .

Silly girl: ? ? ? ?

Bai Luo was so taken aback by this answer that she didn't know how to respond.

Old Yu looked at the two people whose eyes were the only part of their bodies that were visible, but he could still see the confusion in their eyes, so he continued to explain.

"My son went to do business in another city more than 30 years ago and even found a wife there to get married. One year, near the end of the year..."

I received a letter from my son saying that I had a grandson and asking me to name him. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. After thinking it over and over, I finally came up with the name Yu Wen.

About five years later, near the end of the year, I received a letter from my son saying that he would bring his grandson and daughter-in-law to spend the Chinese New Year with my wife and me.

When I received that letter, I waited at the door of my house every day for my son to come back with his grandson and daughter-in-law. Those days felt like they were passing by so slowly.

But since then, I have never seen or received a letter from my son again.

As Mr. Yu spoke, tears welled up in his eyes again, as if his mind had returned to more than 30 years ago.

"Old man, haven't you gone to your son's place to look for him?"

Old Yu gave a wry smile.

“How could I not have searched? I’ve been searching for over 20 years, but I haven’t heard a single word in all of that time. My wife passed away on the way with me more than ten years ago.”

Mr. Yu stopped there.

Bai Luo didn't press the matter further, but instead changed the subject, which was rather heavy.

"Are you sure that Yu Wen on this bed is your grandson?"

Old Yu turned his gaze back to Yu Wen's face, as if he had thought of something.

"Kid, wait a minute."

After saying this, Old Yu walked towards the cabinet next to him.

He took a small box out of the cabinet, placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed), and opened it.

Several old photos were taken out from the bottom of the box.

He quickly picked one out and handed it to Bai Luo.

"Look, child."

Bai Luo took the photo; it was a family portrait of the three of them.

“Look here, there’s a scar on the child’s leg. When I first saw it, I thought it was because the photo wasn’t taken well. I wrote to my son to ask him, and he said it was because my grandson accidentally burned himself while playing with fire.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Luo understood what Elder Yu meant.

He put down the photo, lifted the blanket covering Yu Wen, and used a knife to cut open Yu Wen's trouser leg. Sure enough, there was a burn scar there, although the mark was very light, it was still visible.

Old Yu, who was standing to the side, was startled by Bai Luo's actions. Before he could stop her, he saw the scar on Yu Wen's leg.

He swallowed back all of Elder Yu's words in an instant.

She walked unsteadily to Yu Wen's side and sat down.

Looking at Yu Wen, whose face was deathly pale, he finally managed to utter a single sentence after a long pause.

“My poor grandson, I never thought I’d see you again before I’m even in my grave. It’s all worth it, hahaha, I have no regrets in this life.”

But at this moment, Bai Luo, who was standing to the side, suddenly frowned.

He saw on the monitoring radar that the Japanese soldiers in the vicinity had begun searching house to house.

They have to leave soon.

Bai Luo turned her gaze to the old man sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Although she felt a little reluctant, now was definitely not the time for them to get together.

"Grandpa, we have to go. I'll tell Yu Wen about your situation after he wakes up."

Upon hearing Bai Luo's words, and then hearing the growing commotion outside, Old Yu was immediately struck by Bai Luo's words.

He instantly understood what Bai Luo meant.