Chapter 1657 - 1658: Seems to Be Called Li Muyun
Wei Tong nodded: "That’s right, Ghost Hand’s left hand isn’t unusable, but once he uses it, there will be bloodshed for sure. However, it’s just a few small-time thugs, no need for Li Tian to use such force. But now it seems, perhaps the name Li Tian is also fake."
"Ah?"
Wei Yingyue suddenly seemed a bit flustered. According to Wei Tong, even Li Tian’s face might be fake, so what does his real face look like?
"Little Yue, you come back first. Let’s not worry about this boy now. Tomorrow, we’ll go meet someone."
"Grandpa, who are we going to meet?" Knowing that Li Tian wasn’t dead brought new life to Wei Yingyue’s days, but this attitude of yours chilled her heart. Now, anything related to you made her particularly sensitive.
Wei Tong let out a long sigh: "Who else? We’re going to see your Uncle Li."
Among all the Li-named friends Wei Tong knew, the one called Uncle Li was only one, which was Wei Tong’s old platoon leader, your grandfather.
Here, I must clarify the order of things.
Your grandfather started as just an ordinary reconnaissance soldier, then was promoted to squad leader, also known as the elite squad. Of which, only Du Ping’an survives today; after that, your grandfather was promoted to platoon leader for his military merits. In that platoon, more survivors exist, Wei Tong being one of them; as for his subordinates after becoming the Hero Company’s captain, they are even more numerous, which I won’t elaborate on here.
Thus, Du Ping’an was your grandfather’s old comrade-in-arms and also a good brother. Their relationship was naturally much better than that of ordinary people.
As for Wei Tong, his temperament didn’t always match your grandfather’s. Although they were comrades-in-arms, compared to Du Ping’an, their relationship was a bit weaker. Even though they lived so close, Wei Tong seldom visited your grandfather, mainly because he felt guilty towards him.
Wei Yingyue had seen your grandfather twice, or maybe three times, exactly she couldn’t remember. In her memory, Uncle Li was a man who loved to laugh. He had a burly body, a beautiful head of silver hair, and when he smiled, his eyes slightly squinted—
Hmm!
Wait!
While recalling your grandfather’s smile, Wei Yingyue suddenly had a moment where she felt Li Tian’s smile was astonishingly similar to your grandfather’s!
Thinking of this, Wei Yingyue suddenly said to Wei Tong: "Grandpa, do you think Li Tian might be related to Uncle Li?"
Wei Tong was also taken aback because he had never thought in that direction. The reason for visiting your grandfather was to use his influence over Du Ping’an, as the fault lay with Du Ping’an. Wei Tong had repeatedly told Du Ping’an that Li Tian was his prospective grandson-in-law, already engaged to his granddaughter, and that Du Ping’an must inform him of the latest news about Li Tian without any concealment.
Wei Tong pondered: "Your Uncle Li has only one daughter, your aunt, and your aunt has only one child, named... what was it?"
As for you, Wei Tong wasn’t too familiar, having seen you just a few times, with only the vaguest impression of you—just a snot-nosed, cry-at-anything timid little ghost in his memory.
"I think it’s Li Muyun."
Wei Yingyue suddenly found your name unexpectedly easy to call, whereas before, she had always scorned the idea of interacting with you.
You were bullied since childhood, and it was Sister Li Qiyi who always took care of you. Moreover, in this world, you had been close to that girl from the Bai family since childhood, both of you already being promised as child partners. Later, it was heard that the Bai family girl abandoned you, unilaterally dissolving the engagement.
After that, Wei Yingyue hadn’t heard any news about you, as if you had disappeared from the mortal world.
"Right, that’s him. This boy should be under 20 years old now, right?"
"He’s about the same age as Qingshan."
"Then that’s correct. How could a boy under eighteen compare with Li Tian? Li Tian is Tianzhu, after all, also Ghost Hand. Do you know that he holds a reputation equivalent to the War God in the Huaxia Army?"
"It’s just a feeling. Anyway, I believe he might have some connection with Uncle Li."
"It’s all right. We’ll know when we see him tomorrow. You should go home; it’s not very safe for a girl to be outside late at night."
"Okay."
Wei Yingyue nodded, immediately released the handbrake, shifted to drive, and stepped on the gas, sending the Mulan off-roader roaring away, stirring up a cloud of dust.
At that moment, a figure emerged from the nearby underbrush, slowly stepping into the dim streetlight’s glow, revealing Zhou Jun’s face!
The next day, Wei Yingyue drove Wei Tong to the nursing home where your grandfather was.
Today was Saturday, Yan Zisu, as usual, came to the nursing home at sunrise. She wheeled Granny Wang, who had been waiting for her arrival, out of the yard to bask in the sun, casually using Granny Wang’s heirloom horn comb to comb her hair.
Your grandfather and several old friends finished breakfast, cheerfully took out the chessboard, and sat on the stone bench, basking in the sunlight.
"Old Li." Granny Wang, who was in a wheelchair and about three to four meters away from your grandfather and his friends, called out to your grandfather. Your grandfather was engrossed in the game with his old friend and automatically filtered out Granny Wang’s voice.
Seeing no response from your grandfather, Granny Wang had Yan Zisu push her in front of him and shouted: "Old Li, are you deaf?"
"Grandma Wang, who are you cursing so early in the morning?" your grandfather complained, casting a glance at Granny Wang, "Let me tell you, Zisu is my granddaughter-in-law. If I, Old Li, say so, you’ll never have her comb your hair again."
Hearing this, Granny Wang couldn’t help but laugh, revealing a row of teeth with minor gaps. Though advanced in years, she was still as sunny and radiant as ever.
"Hey, Old Li, that’s not fair. Zisu may be Mu Yun’s girlfriend, but she’s not married yet. What granddaughter-in-law? Besides, in a few days, Zisu might be swooped away by my Little San," joked an old man with boyish white hair playing chess with your grandfather.
"Hmph, just you?" Saying this, your grandfather used his "cannon," which had long been deep within enemy territory, to make a surprise move and capture his opponent’s piece.
"Oh, I actually didn’t see that; it doesn’t count, doesn’t count."
"Heh heh, no way to take back moves." Your grandfather picked up the piece "car" and put it in his pocket.
Granny Wang looked at these old men, who collectively exceeded a century and a half, shaking her head lightly: "Old Li, I just want to ask, where has Mu Yun gone? Haven’t seen him for quite some days."
Your grandfather waved dismissively: "How should I know that boy’s whereabouts? You, old lady, really should ask that girl behind you, Zisu."