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

Chapter 1 is from 1942
Five o'clock in the morning, at a high-end nursing home in the capital.

"Lu Yuan... your grandfather just... we medical staff have done everything we could to save him, we're so sorry!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Dean Liu!"

Lu Yuan felt little sadness, and even a sense of relief.

Even if you are the only remaining family member of the other person in the world.

From childhood to adulthood, Lu Yuan's mother, Chen Lan, and her maternal grandfather, Chen Shu, had always had a bitter and hostile relationship, so Lu Yuan had little contact with his maternal grandfather.

After my parents passed away unexpectedly three years ago, we had very little contact with each other.

Aside from the factor of fading affection, it also seems that the elderly person has some mental problems.

He talks nonsense all day long, saying that he was a Taoist priest for a few years when he was young, and that he made ill-gotten gains by prying into the secrets of heaven, which led to the early deaths of his daughter and son-in-law.

He always says he's let too many people down, and that he'd be too ashamed to face them after he dies...

Lu Yuan visited his maternal grandfather Chen Shu several times, but never took it seriously.

After all, the elderly man was nearly sixty when he had his daughter, and suddenly losing his child would inevitably lead to excessive grief and mental instability.

Fortunately, Chen Shu has made a lot of money and can afford the best caregivers and doctors. He has lived a carefree life to this day, and is now 106 years old!
In accordance with the old man's wishes before his death, the funeral was kept extremely simple.

From the nursing home to the crematorium and then to the cemetery, the entire process was completed in just one day, without any ceremony.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Yuan returned home on time with the old man's personal belongings.

There were three things in total—a basic mobile phone, a fountain pen, and a photograph.

The photo is black and white, with badly worn edges and a blurry, mottled image.

It was barely possible to make out that there were five people of different ages, dressed in old Taoist robes, standing side by side in front of the mountain gate.

There were three men on the left and two women on the right. The oldest was an old Taoist priest with a white beard, and the youngest was a girl who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. The two men and one woman in the middle were probably in their early twenties.

"Taoist priest?"

Lu Yuan felt a pang of doubt. He turned to the back of the photo and wrote the names in small regular script from left to right.

Chen Qingfeng, Chen Xiaoshu, Chen Xiaogu, Chen Xiaozhi, Chen Xiaomiao... five people photographed in 1935.

"Chen Xiaoshu, Chen Shu..."

Before Lu Yuan could get a clear look, all the lights in the building suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

A power outage?

Lu Yuan turned on his phone's light and walked into the living room. He could vaguely see a short figure squatting behind the coffee table, accompanied by a clear chewing sound.

That look... was he stealing the bread he left over from yesterday?
"Did a thief break into Grandpa's house?"

Lu Yuan slowly stepped forward, and when he got close, he suddenly pounced on the thief.

With his height of 1.85 meters and weight of 150 pounds, Lu Yuan pinned the "little thief" firmly to the sofa.

He shouted sternly, "Tell me, how did you get in!"

The other party remained silent, so Lu Yuan decided to search her.

"female?"

He moved his palm up and suddenly realized that the feel was wrong.

But a thief is a thief, regardless of whether she is male or female.

Lu Yuan grabbed a sofa cover, preparing to give the struggling thief a good whack, when he suddenly heard the other party cry out and beg for mercy.

"Sir, I was wrong! Please, sir, have mercy on me! Let me go!"

Although the female thief's voice was weak and feeble, it was clear, crisp, soft, and pleasant to hear.

The Yuzhou dialect he was speaking seemed to have a unique and beautiful rhythm, causing Lu Yuan to subconsciously stop what he was doing.

Lu Yuan asked, puzzled, "Sir? Did you call me?"

"Sir... I won't run away... I'll do whatever you say... Please let me have something to eat first."

The female thief's pitiful cries grew fainter and fainter until they were almost a whisper, making Lu Yuan's heart clench.

The lights in the entire building came back on the next second, making Lu Yuan squint.

He looked down and couldn't help but gasp.

The girl he was pinning down was as thin as a bean sprout, probably seventeen or eighteen years old.

His face was streaked with ash and mud, his hair was dry and matted, and he wore a dirty, tattered Taoist robe.

After the struggle, the collar was ripped open quite a bit, revealing a dark, thin collarbone and a small patch of chest.

But Lu Yuan had no desire whatsoever, and didn't even want to look at it a second time.

The female thief was covered in mud and had a strong, strange smell that was a mixture of sweat, stench, and mud, suggesting that she hadn't been wet for months.

Lu Yuan jerked back as if electrocuted, taking two steps back. The girl hurriedly and haphazardly straightened her torn collar, curling up into a ball like a frightened quail, staring warily at Lu Yuan.

The air froze for a few seconds.

The girl's gaze began to drift uncontrollably toward the bread that had just fallen, and she made a clear "gurgling" swallowing sound in her throat.

Lu Yuan followed her gaze, bent down to pick up the bread, and blew off the dust.

"Give."

The girl's eyes widened as she looked at the bread, then at Lu Yuan, seemingly unable to believe that he would share his food with her.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, she grabbed the bread and began to wolf it down.

Lu Yuan wasn't in a hurry. He waited until the other person had licked all the crumbs off their fingers before asking, "Where are you from? Why are you dressed like that? And what did you mean by calling me 'Military Lord' earlier?"

The girl wiped her mouth, the fear in her eyes subsiding slightly, but she still asked warily, "You...you really aren't a soldier?"

"Do I look like a soldier to you?"

Lu Yuan spread his hands, showing off his casual T-shirt and shorts.

The girl looked Lu Yuan up and down, lingering on his fair face and arms for a few more seconds, and muttered softly, "That's right, he's so fair-skinned, even if he's a soldier, he's a young master soldier."

"Stop with the nonsense, get to the point!"

Lu Yuan slightly emphasized his tone, and the other party immediately shrank back in fright.

She began to tell her story in her soft, melodious Yuzhou accent.

“I fled here because of the disaster. I wanted to go into the city to get some relief food, but the old men with guns at the city gate wouldn’t let us in. They said we had crossed the boundary and were no longer ‘disaster victims.’ I was so angry that I went up to argue with them.”

She wiped away her tears, her little expression looking wronged.

"The leader stared at me for a long time, probably realizing something, and said that if I wanted to eat relief food, I could go in with him."

As a result, he tricked me into a dilapidated house next door, closed the door, and started to rip off my clothes!

I fought him to the death, kicked him in the groin, and took advantage of his screaming moment to turn and run away. But I slipped and fell into a dry well.

"I opened my eyes and there it was, I grabbed some food and took a bite, and then you pounced on me..."

Lu Yuan was completely confused.

Disaster victims? Soldiers? Rape?

In 2025, can these words be put together?

Moreover, the girl in front of me was dark, thin, and smelled foul.

Judging from his appearance, how long must that "soldier scoundrel" have gone without meat to be able to do that?

He suppressed the absurdity in his heart and tentatively asked, "What year were you born?"

"He who eats another's food is bound to him," the little girl replied obediently and honestly. "I was born in the thirteenth year of the Republic of China. When I was six years old, I was almost sold into a brothel. Fortunately, my master happened to pass by and rescued me, taking me up the mountain to be his apprentice."

"If I do the math... I should be eighteen this year."

boom!
The thirteenth year of the Republic of China?
Lu Yuan felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind!

He didn't say anything more, and without changing his expression, he took out his phone and started looking up information.

Lu Yuan remained silent, and the girl could only stand there dumbfounded. Still shaken, her eyes darted around uncontrollably.

The house was brightly lit, even brighter than the landlord's house down the mountain, so it must be a wealthy family.

What is that flat, black frame hanging on the wall? It's so smooth you can see your reflection in it.

What is that "iron box" in the corner that's blowing cold air? It's making the hairs on my arms stand on end.

Also, he was holding a glowing brick and fiddling with something. Was it something to eat?
I'm still so hungry. I hope he's a kind person and will give me some more food...

After checking the information, Lu Yuan put away his phone and looked at the girl again.

The year 1924 was the thirteenth year of the Republic of China. The girl was eighteen years old, which means she traveled from 1942.

1942, Yuzhou, a great disaster... It's not surprising that soldiers in that era would do all sorts of outrageous things.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Lu Yuan put away his phone and continued, "What's your name?"

"My name is Chen Xiaomiao!"

The girl responded loudly.

"Chen Xiaomiao?"

Lu Yuan's pupils suddenly dilated: "Your name is Chen Xiaomiao?!"

Chen Xiaomiao felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She shrank her neck, nodded vigorously, and her dirty little face was full of confusion and fear.

"Ah... my master gave it to me, saying that a humble name would make the child easier to raise... what... what's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)