[Ode to Joy] My surname is Tan, my ancestor's original surname is Ming

The name Tan Bainian can trigger such a strong stimulus, no matter how dull Tan Zongming is, he can understand that there is an unknown but surely tender past between Miss Manchun of the Wang family and his grandfather Minglou.

However, how could a man with the world in his heart accept a woman who defected to the enemy and treasoned the country.

"I checked Wang Manchun. She died in a flour mill bombing in 1940. Could it be... related to my grandfather?"

"She was shot and killed by your grandfather and your uncle Mingtai together."

The coldness contained in the plain answer made him shudder.Sending the woman he loves so much to hell with his own hands, he has never had such an experience, what kind of mood will he feel when he writes the words he has chosen for her again and again with his hands stained with her blood?What kind of relationship is buried in that loyal, rational, decisive, and cruel heart?On the third night of the new year, Tan Zongming felt that he knew a brand new Minglou, and this Minglou may not have been known to his father or even his grandmother.

"Xiao Fan, in those days, the killing of relatives by righteousness was not an isolated case."

Wang Manchun didn't seem to have heard Tan Zongming's pale defense. She took the last puff of her cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt on the bridge railing, looked at the little town lights in the distance and asked him, "Do you know the other members of the Ming family? What happened afterwards?"

Ming Jing, the chairman of the Ming family, died in a shooting incident at a train station. This is easy to find out. Tan Zongming knew that she wanted to ask the other two underground workers of the Ming family. He died on the eve of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, and Mingcheng was with his grandfather all the time, including the time at Jiangdongmen, when Nanjing was liberated, he narrowly escaped, was seriously injured, was sent to the rear for treatment, lost contact, and never heard from him again."

The once resplendent Ming mansion is now an office shared by three or five institutions, and the carefully maintained garden has become a parking lot outside the office where every inch of land is contested. War and history have wiped out the traces of the entire family in this city.

"Tan Zongming."

He turned to look at her.

"Tell me about your grandmother."

A woman who seems to have nothing to do with Wang Manchun, but who is inextricably linked.

"My grandmother is lackluster." Tan Zongming tried to give her an answer as objective as possible. "Her surname is Wang. She is a music teacher in a private school. She is also a fan of Kunqu opera. Her parents and grandparents were all teachers and have nothing to do with politics."

"Did they meet because of drama?"

"Not exactly. After the death of my great aunt, there was no mistress in the Ming family. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, many people wanted to introduce someone to my grandfather, including the family members of some important members of the Kuomintang. It might also be related to factional struggles. After all, my grandfather was still in the military. Due to the struggle situation at the time, grandpa married grandma in a hurry - they didn't even meet each other before marriage."

The woman by the railing stood like a statue, as if she couldn't hold her scarf, and the blue-gray grid was scattered in the air and swayed in the wind.Tan Zongming took it out of Wang Manchun's hand, hung it around her neck, and continued, "Grandpa hid his real identity from everyone. Grandma didn't know the name, occupation, and background of the person she married until he was arrested. , experiences, all are false.”

"She must have been surprised."

"Yes, although Grandpa was never honest with her, Grandma always believed that he was a hero. She raised my father by herself and was a widow for 30 years until his death."

If it was explained that there was a relationship between Lou and Wang Manchun that was constantly being cut and messed up, then Minglou owed the Wang family a complete debt.

"Do you have a picture of her?"

"Yes." Tan Zongming logged into the cloud disk with his mobile phone, and downloaded a photo locally.It was a family portrait of the baby when he was one year old. The kind and kind Wang family, the young and prosperous Tan Zheng and his wife, and the lovely Xiao Zongming with big eyes and jade snow, the three generations lived together happily.

"It's just that he's missing." Wang Manchun stroked the phone screen and said in a low voice.Tan Zongming's heart moved, and he swiped the screen with her hand, "I'll show you another photo."

This is a wedding photo that was already in poor condition when the remake was taken. The size is extremely small, and the faces are blurred. No matter how zoomed in, the expressions of the bride and groom cannot be seen clearly.

"The only photo of my grandfather in our family." Tan Zongming said, "If you have a clearer..."

"I don't." Wang Manchun returned the phone to him, "I don't have a photo of your grandpa."

But you must have seen it, Tan Zongming thought.Wang Manchun said as if she could read minds, "I've seen photos of him...you are very, very similar, even the coat and scarf are the same...it's so fake." She laughed at herself, her tone Infinitely lonely, "But how is it possible? I am like this, but it doesn't mean that he is also like this. Besides, I am not the same as before."

Tan Zongming was confused, but Wang Manchun muttered to himself without any explanation at all.Looking back on the relationship with her, the two seem to be the spokespersons of Wang Manchun and Minglou. He is in charge of Minglou's story, and she is in charge of Wang Manchun's feelings. Talking about the bleakness of his wife and son in the evening breeze at this moment, raising his eyebrows and lowering his head, he always had the illusion that there was a soul of Wang Manchun living in her body.

But she is obviously Fan Shengmei, young and beautiful, who worships money and seeks profit, and whose life is as shallow as a stick figure.

"Xiao Fan." Before his rationality had time to extinguish the thought that flew from the sky, Tan Zongming said in a strange way, "You can't be my niece, I mean, you can't be the descendant of Wang Manchun and my grandfather, right?"

Both Wang Manchun and Minglou are definitely not old friends to her. Considering her age, this is the only reasonable possibility.

Unexpectedly, the woman in front of her was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. There was a mockery of "children talking nonsense" in her smile, "Niece? Tan Zongming, be careful not to lose your life."

This is too serious. Tan Zongming looked at her with a frown. Wang Manchun died in 1940, and Fan Shengmei was born in 1985. Well, it is not impossible for the battle to drag out a little longer. Maybe she is actually his cousin or cousin. sister?He is a direct descendant, but she has a disgraceful background, so it is understandable that she is unwilling to reveal her identity to him.

When I think about this and look at her again, I have a subtle feeling in my heart, there is something connecting them together, it is not only the past of ancestors who fell in love and killed each other, but also the fate of two people connected by blood.

The original dignified atmosphere was dissipated by Wang Manchun's smile, and they agreed not to mention Minglou for the rest of the journey.Wang Manchun asked him, "Baidu some say you are forty, some say you are 41, how old are you?"

Really straightforward, Tan Zongming pursed his lips where she couldn't see, "I'm a dragon, you do the math yourself."

"Is your father Lingtang still alive?"

"Immigrated to Canada with my sister."

"The family has a high hall, and you are the only child, why don't you get married at such a young age?"

"..." Tan Zongming almost wanted to give her a thumbs up for spicy, "I choose not to answer this question."

Wang Manchun snorted softly, "Don't tell me it's because of Andy."

Do you want to be so sharp?Tan Zongming hummed softly in return, "Don't answer again."

"The day Liu Simeng jumped off the building, you went to Park Hyatt to find someone, and it was also related to Andy, right?"

Tan Zongming couldn't help turning his head to look at her at a speed of 120 mph.I only heard someone say slowly, "Andy even entrusted you with the password of the safe and passbook. With such a friendship, what is more important than the press conference, and you have to keep it from her?"

It's all over, I can only do Tai Chi, "Fan Shengmei, if you keep asking this question, I won't answer forever."

Sure enough, Wang Manchun stopped asking, and the two of them only talked about safe and harmless topics such as Kunqu Opera. The R8 sped into Shanghai and drove all the way into Ode to Joy.Tan Zongming waited for her to get out of the car before calling her.

"Not because of Andy," he said, "I have the life I want to live."

Wang Manchun stood outside the car window on his side and looked down at him, "Tan Zongming, I just hope you have a good life."

It was her usual tone of voice, calm and indifferent, but every word and sentence seemed to contain infinite deep meaning, which may not be because of him, but let Tan Zongming sit alone in the car for a long time.

Does this count as my sister's concern for her brother? (Although the attitude is still so arrogant)

Unable to figure it out for a while, Tan Zongming took a deep breath, looked up, and saw that slender and graceful figure stopped by the gate of the community at some point.

She was blocked, the driver of a red horse six, his young and pretty face was full of anger that was about to overflow.

The author has something to say:

Comrades, did you have a good holiday?I, Hu Hansan, are back again.

Tomorrow I will be hospitalized for an operation. If the admission process goes well, there will be an update; otherwise, there will be no update.Surgery the day after tomorrow, there must be no update.

I started to live in bed the day after tomorrow, hoping to renew my physical strength.

I will miss you!