Jian Wenxiu was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand.
"You don't need to be so nervous. I'm not sure either. We have the same surname and are both from the capital. We might actually be related."
"That's true. Jian isn't a common surname. Even if it doesn't matter now, it's not far back if you go back a few generations."
That is one reason.
Think about it carefully.
"I've never heard of my family's connections. When I was old enough to understand things, my grandfather only had my father as a child."
I remember it very clearly. Back then, my grandfather and maternal grandfather's favorite saying was, "Who else is like us, with only one son in the family?"
And then they said that my dad only thinks about fighting wars and protecting the country all day long, and doesn't care about the family business at all.
My mom is soft-hearted and can't stand up for herself; she's not cut out for that.
When I got a little older, they started taking me out with them all the time, whether they had something to do or not.
Later, the war raged and chaos reigned everywhere. My father's unit was also under pressure. The two old men discussed it and decided to donate all their family property. They took my mother and me with them; my mother went to work, and they lived in that small courtyard.
Jian Wenxiu frowned.
"And what about your other relatives?"
"I've never seen or heard of any other relatives. As far back as I can remember, I've only had my grandfather and maternal grandfather. During holidays, it's always friends and colleagues who come to visit, not relatives."
Jian Wenxiu pondered, but Cheng Chao suddenly remembered a question.
"Your maternal grandfather's surname is Su?"
“Yes,” Jian nodded simply.
"Didn't you check all my information?"
My grandfather was Jian Guowei, my father was Jian Liye, my maternal grandfather was Su Yuanshan, and my mother was Su Wenqing.
Cheng Chao suddenly had a bold idea: to link two completely unrelated events together.
"Wait, let me sort this out,"
"No, what are you talking about? I'm talking about my business."
Cheng Chao waved his hand.
"Wait, wait, remember this: ever since we met, I've always said I feel very close to you, right?"
A simple nod.
"Yes, that's true. It's quite comfortable being with you. It's different from Mingzhu and the others. I would consciously keep my distance from Lin Dongfang or the male educated youth in the educated youth compound."
But with you, I don't seem to have any such concerns at all. It's very natural, and I'm quite sure I don't have any strange thoughts about you.
Cheng Chaoyi clapped his hands,
“That’s right, that’s right, me too. My uncle even warned me not to have any improper thoughts about you. But I said my feelings for you are not like that at all. It’s like, like we’re family.”
These words startled Jian Du, and Jian Wenxiu frowned even more deeply.
"I just said we might have a connection, and you're already trying to establish that connection? At least say something plausible, this isn't really your idea, is it?"
What started as a bold guess became more serious upon closer examination.
"No, Uncle Jian, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I'm not wrong."
Uncle Jian, do you know about my father's situation?
You mean?
Jian Wenxiu also became much more serious.
"But,"
"Yes, but at the time it was said that they were missing, not that they were sacrificed."
Uncle Jian, you don't know, but the Cheng family's blood ties are incredibly strong, to say the least.
The first time I met her, I felt a natural connection. The next time we met, I could tell her without hesitation that I wanted millet porridge and steamed egg custard. Seriously, you don't know, I'm only this comfortable with my uncle.
"Just because of this?"
"No, not either,"
Cheng Chao scratched his head.
"Uncle Jian, don't you think her eyes are quite similar to my grandfather's, especially when she's angry and glares at me? Aren't they just like my grandfather's?"
Cheng Chao hadn't dared to think of this before, but a sudden inspiration struck him, and he recalled a scene from a few days ago on the mountain. Simple eyes and Old Master Cheng's eyes had unconsciously overlapped, which led to this bold guess.
Jian Wenxiu's family doesn't reside in Beijing often, but since they're all in the same circle, they already know each other.
Jian Wenxiu and Cheng Jin had a good relationship, and their families naturally visited each other frequently. He was also very familiar with Old Master Cheng when he was alive.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then stared at Jian Dan. Jian Dan had no choice but to make a glare gesture, and Jian Wenxiu immediately stopped. To be honest, it wasn't just similar, it was practically identical.
Seeing his shocked expression, Cheng Chao felt smug.
"Right, right? I wasn't wrong, was I?"
"It really is true, it does look a bit like it, but it's still quite unusual. How can you prove it?"
Also, if it's really the relationship you're thinking of, from which basis is it established?
Cheng Chao pulled his chair forward, leaned on the table, and assumed a meeting-like posture.
"Look, I'm twenty-six, and Jian Dan, you're seventeen, right? I'm nine years older than you."
My father disappeared when I was six years old. Could we assume that after his disappearance, he met your mother? What happened in between is impossible to know, but I suspect he must have faced many dangers and accidents. Otherwise, he wouldn't have completely cut off contact with the family, and wouldn't have remained silent despite all the things that have happened to them over the years.
As she spoke, she also felt a little sad.
"If that's the case, then it means that a few years after he left, he went back to the battlefield, only to be killed silently without our knowledge,"
"Is it possible that his disappearance wasn't an accident, but something like mine?"
Cheng Chao was stunned, but quickly shook his head.
"It shouldn't be. Although my uncle is just a regimental commander here, he has connections in the capital. Unless it's a very high-level mission, it's unlikely that even my uncle wouldn't have noticed."
The simpler it is, the more confused I get.
"Wait, wait, wait, what are you talking about?"
"Sister, Brother Cheng Chao says you're his sister!"
The summary is spot on, but the simplicity is still a bit confusing.
"No, how did you guys come to this conclusion? That's way too far-fetched."
If it's like you said, then what about my grandfather? How do you explain him? Did he just happen to pick up my dad, who also has the surname Jian? What do you think the odds are?
Although Jian is not a common surname, it's not the only family with that surname. It can't be such a coincidence.
Most importantly, your father's surname isn't Jane!
Cheng Chao was stunned. It was true; he had overlooked Grandpa Jian. He was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
"It's also possible that he lost his memory and forgot his surname, so he took your grandfather's surname instead."
You look so much like my grandfather, how do you explain that? I wouldn't believe you weren't related.
"No," Jian Dan was speechless.
Why do you have to drag me into this?
If we're talking about resemblance, I think the real resemblance is to my grandfather; any resemblance to other people is just a coincidence.
Cheng Chao immediately expressed his disbelief.
"Impossible. Your eyes are exactly like my grandfather's. There's no way anyone else could look more like him."
"Look at you, you're getting impatient."
I have my own grandfather, so of course I take after him. It's not that serious.
"Beijing is such a big city. My surname is Jian, and yours is Cheng. We've never really crossed paths, so it's normal that we have no connection, right?"
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