"Tian'er, I'll talk to you about my family members' names. It is a simple history of China's development. I will only talk to you about it because if other people knew, I'll be killed by my uncle."
In order to be liked by Tian Yuan, he must hand over all of his family to him. Don't think that as soon as he reached 30 years old, he had already matured. He is now just a boy who's trying his best to obtain a favorable impression.
At this point, Pan Lei wants to expose his household's 'shameful matter' to Tian Yuan. He believes that his entire family will understand him for doing this.
He wants to see Tian Yuan laugh. Tian Yuan is simpleminded so when he smiles thoughtlessly, he looked so adorable. How can there be such a person whom he loves from the bottom of his heart but he still can't get enough of him? Every move he makes like when he sighs and frowns, he thinks it is charming, even when he's only drinking soup, he still thinks it is charming, and even when he smiled when he sprayed the tea, it still looked charming!
Tian Yuan revealed a "want to know very much" expression. He wants to know about the Pan family's three generations of poor peasants who currently hold a prominent family background. Tian Yuan, at first, wanted to hide far away from this bandit, but he can not stop his heart from wanting to gossip.
Pan Lei took a paper and pen and drew something. First, he wrote his grandfather's name, Pan Jianguo. "Probably, my great grandfather was also hoping for China's unification. He hoped that my grandfather will become a man with lofty ideals. So he gave him the name, Pan Jianguo." {T/N: Jiànguó – to build a country}
Pan Lei placed his grandfather's name at the top of the paper and scored four lines downwards, that is to say, his grandfather has four children including his father.
"My big uncle is called Pan Kangri. {T/N: kàngrì – means to resist Japan; anti-Japanese} He was born in the Anti-Japanese Era. My second uncle, Pan Neizhan, was born during the Chinese Civil War. {T/N: nèizhàn – means civil war} I told my grandma that I wanted to call my second uncle Pan Communist, which means **, but of course I got reprimanded."
{T/N: ** was originally written like that in the raw so I left it as it is since I do not have any idea on what the author meant.}
This time, Tian Yuan was not able to endure, and the last mouthful of rice sprayed out. Pan Lei, with a deadpan expression, was earnestly explaining to him the meaning behind the names of his close relatives from the previous generation.
Tian Yuan can't help but slap the table while laughing without restraint. Pan Lei's grandfather was truly a genius and really talented. The history of new China's development had grown too personal when he had used them to name his children.
"My dad and my aunt are twins. My dad is called Pan Yuanchao and my aunt's name is Pan Kangmei." {T/N: yuán – means to assist, while cháo – means government; kàngměi – means anti-Americas or to resist the USA}
Then under each elder, he drew four lines each. Now, they have reached Pan Lei's generation. "My eldest brother's name is a little strange. His given name is Pan Zhan, but his nickname is very odd. Because of this nickname, he left home. Now, if someone dares to call him by his nickname, it is estimated that he will kill." {T/N: zhǎn – means to open up}
"My eldest brother's nickname is 'broken four children'."
Tian Yuan reached for his neck and thought, broken four children? Is it some kind of old folk customs in the countryside?
"The year he was born was the second year when the Gang of Four [1] was crushed and disintegrated. In order to celebrate this vindication, my grandfather wanted the first grandson to be called as Pan Posi'er." {T/N: pò – means broken/destroyed; sì – means four; and ér – means child/son}
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