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

How could you promise her to eat KFC, junk food, it's too hard to swallow.

Tan Zongming didn't answer her, he stuffed the hamburger in two or three bites, drank the Coke in one gulp, wiped his hands and stood up, "Let's go to the hotel early and finish work early and go home early."

Wang Manchun took the juice and quickly followed, "Tan Zongming! Don't change the subject! Tan Zongming!"

Just chased him out of the restaurant, until he reached the narrow sidewalk.Tan Zongming saw his car on the side of the road from a distance, turned around after pressing the car key, and saw a big boy riding a scooter rushing towards him, and he was about to collide with Wang Manchun who was chasing him.Tan Zongming didn't have time to think about it, he leaned forward and stretched out his arms, and pulled her with all his strength, pulling her directly into his arms. At the same moment, the skateboard boy whizzed past her behind.

"Look at the road!"

Wang Manchun pulled away from his chest in embarrassment, and scolded in a low voice, "Who told you to run so fast! It hurt me to death!"

"Bumped into you?"

"No, it's you!" She clutched her forearm that was clamped by him just now, "What are you doing so hard for?"

Tan Zongming felt aggrieved, could he be pulled over without any effort?Besides, is this woman so vulnerable?But seeing her expression didn't look like she was pretending, she never took the path of a cute and pitiful little white rabbit in front of him.When he was puzzled, he pulled her forearm, Wang Manchun snorted again, he simply rolled up her sleeve, and saw an inch-long wound on Yubai's skin. There was a little bit of blood, and it was obvious that the injury was serious.

"what happened?"

"I was moving things in the warehouse yesterday..."

"Blood is still oozing from yesterday's stroke?" Tan Zongming's face darkened, "Did it happen in the detention center? Didn't you say you were not beaten?"

"I didn't lie to you, who knew that the table had such a big thorn." Wang Manchun looked serious, "The detention center was hit by someone, and the wound was cracked. They were not beaten. I don't beat them, it's fine."

"Stop talking, it's not enough to worry about."

"Don't say it, you did it this time."

"..." Tan Zongming couldn't talk to her, and Tan Zongming surrendered.

KFC Punan restaurant is just a foot away from the World Financial Center.Tan Zongming refused to let Wang Manchun go directly to the [-]th floor to report, and insisted on bringing her back to the [-]th floor. He called a female assistant to take her to his office to get the medicine, and went to find Andy himself.Andy's meeting was not over yet, Tan Zongming wandered around the open office area for a while, everyone was vacillating between him and the office with ambiguous eyes, the air gossip index soared, and Tan Zongming, who was under pressure, simply walked back to the office, " You go out first, I'll come here."

The female assistant left with a smile.Wang Manchun sat on the sofa, and without help, rolled up her sleeves and wiped the wound with a paper towel soaked in alcohol. Tan Zongming sat beside her, took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodophor, and wiped it on her forearm that had wiped off the blood. .

"The same group as my grandfather was executed. There are eleven underground party members, and one is missing. Among the twelve are the traitors who betrayed the organization, but it is not clear who it is." There is a faint smell of alcohol in the air , and Tan Zongming's calm voice, "At that time, Grandpa, who had been a spy in Chongqing, Nanjing, and Yan'an, and was a wealthy businessman, could not escape suspicion."

"how is this possible?!"

"During the war, insiders either died or went to Taiwan soon. It is difficult for us to know the inside story of the core of the military command. What's more, there is a descendant of the underground party whose whereabouts are unknown. You can occasionally watch it in the news about caring for veteran cadres. arrive."

Wang Manchun grabbed his hand, her beautiful eyes turned into sharp eyes, staring into Tan Zongming's eyes.

"My father was still very young when my grandfather passed away. When he became an adult, it was impossible to investigate the truth of the year. There is no evidence. Of these twelve people, who is a martyr and who is a traitor can't speak nonsense. The last descendant spoke, this suspicious case Enclosed in historical files and never mentioned again, so all you see on the open web is blank."

He left a word, Ming Lou is not only a spy on three sides, but also the young master of a rich family, and also the childhood sweetheart lover of the big traitor Wang Manchun. With such an identity, it is not easy to get clean from the bloody mystery.

It's just that facing Wang Manchun's descendants, he doesn't need to say it out, and even if he doesn't say it, she might not know it, otherwise she wouldn't just sit like this, her body motionless, but her eyes slowly, slowly Tears overflowed from the ground, obviously cast on him, but seemed to be cast in the eyes of the void, the surging was more than regret, more than melancholy.

"This is the belief that he has been obsessed with, regardless of life and death. This is what he calls the greatest regime?"

The soliloquy was so weak that it was almost inaudible, full of the most painful unwillingness and anger.

Tan Zongming didn't say anything else, tore off the dressing and pasted it on her sterilized wound, pressed it lightly, and then put down the sleeve.

Outside the window, Lujiazui is brightly lit, and in front of the glass windows on the 2016th floor, neon is brighter than the brightest sunset. The Bund in [-] has a splendid color that is incomparable at any time in the past.

Wang Manchun stared blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, "Ah, have you... been implicated?"

"Yes, I have carried them all over." Tan Zongming turned from the window, "Although grandpa died inexplicably, his surviving comrades-in-arms took care of grandma and father to some extent. It can't compare with the treatment of revolutionary heroes. I grow up safely, marry a wife and have children, and go to sea after sex, and suffer less than others." He looked around the luxurious and spacious office, and couldn't help but sigh, "I can't say that without the shadow of my ancestors, I will definitely achieve nothing, But without grandpa, the Tan family might not be what it is today."

Today's Tan family is even more powerful than the Ming family back then, but in the intervening decades of vicissitudes, the blood of Minglou has gone through many twists and turns.

"But Tan Zongming, now that you are famous and rich, can your grandfather's grievances be written off?!"

"You think I'm poor and empty-handed, so I'll go all out to make an argument for my grandfather, ask for a martyr's honor, and play Qiu Ju's lawsuit?" Tan Zongming walked towards her. , is to finalize the case for other people, not to mention the span of decades, but to talk about the current situation, do you think it is possible?"

"Impossible, Ming Lou's death is so unclear?"

"Grandpa's death is more important than Mount Tai in the hearts of those who know him!"

"What about the people who don't know him? How many people are here? How many people believe in him? How old are they? How many are left after death? Besides your grandma, your father, you, who else, who else ?!"

"And you."

Tears welled up in Wang Manchun's eyes.

"When that generation embarked on this road, they never thought about rewarding fame. Could it be that the taste of being unknown is better than the thousands of reviling he suffered while serving the puppet Wang?! Grandpa cares about these, so it is impossible to fight silently on the underground front So many years! People don’t believe in reincarnation, what happens after death only affects future generations, and as his descendants, we are fortunate to be born in a country that is richer, more advanced, and more civilized than before. The prosperity is the affirmation of my grandfather's lifelong dedication." Tan Zongming held Wang Manchun's shoulders, "Whether he enters the martyrs' cemetery or not, grandpa is the hero in our hearts."

Wang Manchun turned his face away, tears fell one by one on his knees, ink-colored flowers bloomed on the dark brown wool.

"Little sister Fan—"

Andy's voice stopped abruptly after pushing the door open.

"I'm sorry to bother you." He said sorry, but he didn't mean to avoid it at all.Andy took a closer look, "Why are you crying? Old Tan, did you bully her?"

Tan Zongming raised his hand over his ear, "It's fine if she doesn't bully me."

"No, I saw you two together, and she was crying." Andy would not be deceived by Lao Tan.Tan Zongming still wanted to defend himself, but Wang Manchun stood up and asked embarrassedly, "It's none of his business, Andy, do you have any ice packs here?"

"There's only ice water. Wetting it with gauze should help. Come with me."

"Then Xiaofan will be handed over to you, Andy. Later, you will accompany her to the Park Hyatt and explain to the supervisor." Andy's reputation in the industry is not as good as that of Lao Tan, but it's not too low. One, being accompanied by her is more suitable than him.Andy agreed, and pulled Wang Manchun towards the door.

When he was approaching the door, Wang Manchun suddenly turned around, "Tan Zongming, thank you."

This was the first time she said thank you to him since she knew him.

With tears and smiles, with melancholy and pain, with the grievances that he seems to understand, and the distant tenderness that he does not understand.

Although he didn't understand, he felt relieved. Well, the Tan family has no secrets about her now. Tan Zongming, who has always been calculating and can't lose, has shown her all his cards. Of course he wants to know about her. More things, but he suddenly discovered that in this bustling and lonely city, with her to share all the pride, glory and pain of the past, he gained far more than he lost.

He was alone in the office.Tan Zongming looked at the sundries left on the coffee table after treating her wound, pondered for a moment, and walked over to put away the blood-stained tissue.

The author has something to say:

hard to write...

I've tried my best...

Throw your bricks over here!