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

Pan Yigu's craftsmanship is very good, smooth and tender tofu balls, salty and fresh bacon, freshly picked mushrooms, served with fragrant bamboo rice and homemade rice wine, even Wang Manchun, who is frustrated in finding people, eats it Quite a lot.After dinner, Pan Yigu arranged for two guests to spend the night in the stilted building where the youngest son's family lived next door.

"There is a house over there, which was used for my grandson's wedding a few years ago. It has been newly repaired and is very clean. They have returned to the city to work, so it happens to be for you to live in."

Wang Manchun was embarrassed, Tan Zongming quickly said, "Let her sleep, I can just find a place, even in the car."

Pan Yigu was surprised, "Aren't you two in-laws?"

"She's my cousin."

Wang Manchun glanced at him dissatisfied, but said nothing.The shrewd Pan Yigu couldn't help smiling when she saw it, "Cousin and cousin are a natural match."

"It's really a cousin." Wang Manchun didn't cooperate, and Tan Zongming could only defend in vain.Seeing that the two of them were embarrassed, Pan Yigu stopped joking and asked the youngest son to clean up a utility room next to the wedding room for him to live in.

Mr. Tan Zongming, a financial tycoon in Shanghai, has not laid a floor shop for many years.Even before the first lunar month, the simple Yaozhai still maintains the habit of resting at sunset. In the scattered stilted buildings, the night is not yet dark, but people are already quiet.The rain gradually stopped, and the moisture seeped in through the cracks in the planks. He lay alone on the thin blue-dyed mattress, tossing and turning.

Mingcheng's whereabouts, the child's origin, Wang Manchun's story, Fan Shengmei's secrets, all mysteries are intertwined and become more and more confusing before his eyes.

But when the fog was cleared away, what he saw was Fan Shengmei's eyes that shed tears again and again when she mentioned Minglou.

When not crying, those eyes are evening stars dyed brighter by a stubborn smile; when they are wet, unfathomable sadness often wraps his heart very tightly.He admires her, loves her dearly, likes her fireworks-like beauty and ice-like coldness, and her temperament of not being coquettish and not flattering, and even enjoys every time she calls her by name and name with arrogance.

He felt that he was a bit mean... But she was probably his sister. Even if she had a disgraceful background, she was still a relative by blood. He liked her and treated her well.

Thinking of the word "sister", my heart is like a rain of lemons, it is both sweet and sour, and there is also a dull pain for no clear reason.

Really unable to sleep, Tan Zongming got up with his clothes on, and when he went out, he saw that Wang Manchun was not asleep, sitting on the corridor with his legs stretched out of the fence, looking up at the misty night sky.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you will collapse tomorrow." He stood beside her and said.

"Tan Zongming, I'm thinking about a question."

"what?"

"Mingcheng is so loyal to the Ming family, why didn't he come to you after the war? At that time, your grandma brought your father, orphan and widow, and it was the time when someone needed help."

Tan Zongming sat down beside her, and stretched his feet out of the corridor like her, "We are not in Shanghai. Grandma took Dad to Beijing a few times, trying to ask Grandpa for an explanation. Although there was no result, several comrades in arms of Grandpa helped , they moved to Beijing later. I went abroad for my undergraduate degree, and came to Shanghai after returning to China.”

"No wonder I can't hear your accent."

"Yes, I have a different accent."

Wang Manchun sighed, "Most of your grandfather's comrades-in-arms are in Beijing. If you find them, you can always find them, but Mingcheng never showed up..."

He didn't come to look for his eldest brother's widow, and Tan Zheng and his son couldn't find him. There was only one explanation: he passed away not too long after the founding of the People's Republic of China.The two brothers did not separate for too long, and soon they met again in heaven, and they lived and died together. They fulfilled the vows they made when they were young to the end of their lives.

"Don't be too sad, today's result is expected." Before they came to Yongzhou, they knew exactly how much hope they had for this trip, "Xiaofan, at least we know that Mingcheng has a child to accompany him in his later years. He won't be alone."

"Oh, you really can see it."

"You still can't see it at this age?"

"Speak like you're old."

"Who always reminds me of my age?"

"You're an old kid."

Tan Zongming smiled, "You are the only one in Shanghai who dare to say that about me."

Wang Manchun also laughed, and after thinking about it, he asked him, "Tan Zongming, tell me about your experience."

"I thought you had searched me to the bottom."

"It's all processed by reporters and editors."

"So I wanted to hear it." Tan Zongming leaned back, with his arms at his sides, "I was a prickly person since I was a child, causing trouble everywhere, and my family really couldn't help it, so they sent me to study abroad——at that time Undergraduate courses are very expensive, and with my father’s financial resources, I feel that my heart is bleeding. Unexpectedly, I would not stop when I came to the United States. At first, the family gave me top-up money, but later the old man became angry when he lost too much money, and he cut off the remittance and left me to fend for myself.”

"and then?"

"When I was the poorest, I tried to eat in shopping malls. The American people are honest, and they can eat a few fast food restaurants. After two days, they are familiar with each other, and they don't give or give less. I can't eat enough. I went to perform on the street, but I didn’t know which way I couldn’t sing, and I was caught by the police and fined. I have already borrowed from Chinese classmates, but I can only borrow from American classmates, and I almost signed a bond..."

"Broken deed? What do you mean?"

Tan Zongming coughed, "Stop talking, it's too embarrassing."

"You are thick-skinned, you are afraid of shame." Wang Manchun looked at his face carefully with the dim light in the room, "Ha, I understand."

"Understand what?"

"You know it yourself."

The little girl was still playing word games with me, Tan Zongming couldn't help it, and reached out to pat her on the head.Wang Manchun glared instantly, "What are you doing!"

Tan Zongming quickly begged for mercy, "I won't dare next time."

Wang Manchun also seemed to consciously overreact, and pulled the corner of his mouth at him as a reconciliation, but he didn't let go of his words, "Hippie smiling face."

"Ah."

"Grumpy."

"Ah."

"Out of shape."

"Hmm." The beauty criticized and accepted everything.

"Grandparents and grandchildren are not alike at all."

"Ok?"

Wang Manchun turned his face back to look at the vast and distant mountains, as if talking to himself, "Your grandfather is so stable before and after... He is a recognized gentleman."

So he's a self-proclaimed gentleman...

Tan Zongming always believed that, for some reason, Wang Manchun knew more about Minglou than himself, and he also hoped to know more stories about Grandpa from her.But for some reason, at this moment, Wang Manchun's straightforward comparison of him and Minglou, as well as his unconscious familiarity with Minglou, made him feel faintly unwilling.Minglou was the bond that connected him and her, but now it seemed that they were closer, and he, Tan Zongming, was an outsider instead.

It doesn't feel good at all.

Knowing her now, he wanted to change the topic about Minglou for the first time, "Well, what a pity, there is no moon tonight."

Wang Manchun didn't speak, and failed to strike up a conversation.

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, will you go back to Nantong?"

Wang Manchun still didn't speak, and failed to strike up a conversation again.

"I hope it won't rain tomorrow, and I can see the moon on the fifteenth day."

Wang Manchun yawned, and the strike-up failed againandagain.

Tan Zongming surrendered, and simply sat side by side with her without saying anything.At night, the mountain wind blew across the village, bringing in the smell of wormwood, sweet vines and maple lotus, which were the medicinal herbs that Pan Yigu hung on the porch of her house.The sound of the wind mixed with the ticking sound of the residual rain falling from the eaves, and the occasional cooing of tits and turtledoves in the forest, are mellow and ethereal, which makes the Yao family village more and more independent and uncontested.

"Tan Zongming." Wang Manchun suddenly said in a low voice.

"Ah."

"I've been afraid of festivals since I was a child." Her voice was tired and weak in the night, "I'm lonely every year during festivals."

Although she has both parents and an older brother, although the three generations of the Fan family are a huge family in Nantong, and although he doesn't know why she was so lonely since she was a child, he still stretches out his arms and hugs her slowly and gently, letting her She leaned in her arms.

"It's okay, I'm here this year," he said.

The author has something to say:

Oh my god, this girl is teasing, let go of that beautiful (crossed out) crocodile, let me do it!

Mr. Tan has worked so hard (wei) hard (suo), how about you? !