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

Wang Manchun wanted to decline politely, but she changed her mind when she thought that someone "doesn't want that Japanese to take you home" just now, as if this could cut him off more thoroughly.

But just after reporting the address, Tan Zongming's WeChat came in, "Xiaomei, no matter what, I will continue to look for Mingcheng's whereabouts and keep in touch."

It was obviously a very plain sentence without any emotion, but Wang Manchun had to close his eyes to prevent himself from losing his composure in front of Junyi Qingshan.The corners of her eyes were still a little wet. In her two lifetimes combined, she had only cried for four men, father, uncle, Minglou, and this time it was Tan Zongming.

"Are you okay?" Qingshan Junyi pointed to the tissue box on the center console.Wang Manchun thanked her in a low voice, and opened her handbag to get a tissue.She was a little worried that he would ask questions, but it turned out that Junyi Qingshan was very knowledgeable and interesting. He only talked to her about the food he had just eaten and praised the braised pork. Wang Manchun told him how to do it. He expressed his great interest and learned that Wang Manchun would cook Subang cuisine was even more delightful. When they arrived at the entrance of Ode to Joy, they said, "I really hope to eat the delicious food cooked by Ms. Fan. It must be better than the restaurant."

Wang Manchun recalled all the twists and turns of Fan Shengmei and Wang Baichuan back then, and said frankly, "I share a rent with someone in Shanghai, and the kitchen doesn't belong to me. I'm afraid Jun Yisang will be disappointed."

"Ah, that doesn't matter." Junichi Qingshan replied naturally, "My father may come to Shanghai in a while, and I will book a suite with kitchen equipment for him. The venue is not a problem, but Miss Fan is welcome .”

There is a warm light in this man's eyes. From Miss Wang Jiasan to Manager Bo Yuefan, she is too familiar with the thoughts of men, but she doesn't want to play push hands with him anymore, "Jun Yisang, thank you for your kindness, but I I don't want to have a boyfriend right now."

She spoke bluntly, and he responded bluntly, "Is it because of Mr. Tan?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

"That's good." He smiled. "In the case of fair competition, if you don't refuse me to be a friend, I am already satisfied. The rest, we will let nature take its course."

Then let it be.Wang Manchun bid farewell to him and turned around, and was grabbed by Qu Xiaoxiao as soon as he entered the building door, "Wow, wow, isn't Meimei Fan, really changed?! What about Mr. Tan? Just admit defeat like this? Will he blame me? I didn't do anything..."

Wang Manchun pressed her mouth with his fingers, "The elevator is here, be quiet."

Qu Xiaoxiao didn't know how to write Su Jing, so she grabbed her clothes and put them into the elevator, "But Meimei Fan, in terms of family property and appearance, is she better than Mr. Tan? She's a Japanese! What do you think?!"

Wang Manchun turned his face away, "What happened to the Japanese?"

"Japanese devils!" Qu Xiaoxiao yelled, "Anyway, I don't want Japanese people, even if they are as handsome as Dr. Zhao, I don't want them either!"

Wang Manchun was surprised. He didn't expect that Qu Xiaoxiao, who has deep facial control, would be so principled on this issue.

However, national sentiment is one thing, and the standardized service of a hotel is another.One day in early April, the Diplomat Suite on the 88th floor of Park Hyatt welcomed a Japanese guest.The old man was 77 years old and suffered from severe Parkinson's disease. He sat in a wheelchair, brought a nanny, a family nurse and a lot of medical equipment, and came to Fan Shengmei, the trainee manager of the room department.

This is Junichi Qingshan's father, Mr. Kenji Qingshan.

Residents of the Diplomat Suite are included in the VIP list of Park Hyatt, and the management personnel above the head of the room department are in charge, and a service team is formed to provide personalized services.Qingshan Kenji's service team was led by Wang Manchun, which was personally appointed by the old man.The old man is not in good health, and his speech is a little slurred. It can be seen that when he saw Wang Manchun for the first time, there was still a faint light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Most people understand this as the natural reaction of men when they see a beautiful woman, from the eighties to the eighteenth.

But after everything was settled, even the nanny and nurse sat down to rest, the old man said to her slowly, "Junyi showed me your photo when I was in Japan."

Want to know the woman your son wants to chase, so you name me to serve?Wang Manchun thought to himself, only to hear the old man say again, "I invited you here because you look very much like a girl in my old photo."

"Really?" Wang Manchun was surprised, but still smiled, "That's my luck."

"No, this is not luck." The old man shook his head tremblingly, "She is not a good person."

Wang Manchun laughed, and glanced at Junichi Qingshan who was sitting on the sofa across from him. The father and son are really upright, "Not a good person, but an old friend. It seems that Mr. Qingshan is also a kind person."

"She is not an old friend, I don't know her."

"Not a good person, nor an old friend. You still remember it for so many years, so there must be something special about it."

"No, I remember it well, just because this photo is very important to me." The old man turned to his son, "Junyi, show it to Miss Fan."

"Father?..." Qingshan Shunichi seemed hesitant.

"It's okay, since we're here, there's nothing to hide. The more people who know, the more helpful it will be for us."

Wang Manchun didn't quite understand the rich conversation between the father and son. He saw Qingshan Junyi turn on his mobile phone and find a remake of an old photo, "You must have a relationship with our family. My father has kept this photo for many years, but he took it out when we first met. Sharing, this is the first time."

"That means I really look like that girl."

"You can tell if it looks like it just by looking at it. The old man said it looks like it, so it looks like it." Jun Qingshan smiled and handed her the mobile phone with the enlarged screen.

Taking a look, Wang Manchun almost dropped the phone on the ground.

That is indeed her photo, not Fan Shengmei's, but Wang Manchun's own photo.

She was wearing the uniform of Wang Jingwei's government special committee and the rank of major. The photos are old and the pixels are blurred, but she clearly remembers how smug and proud she was at that time.

A photo spanning 76 years fell into the hands of her who was reborn as a human.Wang Manchun clutched the phone tightly, took deep breaths desperately, relying on the bloody experience of No. 76 in his previous life, he insisted on maintaining the most basic ability to react and think.

"I can't see clearly." She lowered her gaze and whispered softly, "This photo must be several decades old..."

"This is the only photo left to my father by my grandparents." Shunichi Qingshan restored the proportions of the screen, and a group photo of the first person appeared in front of him.Because the size is too small, each face is just a bunch of color blocks, but Wang Manchun can tell the name of each of them without a second glance.

Among those □□ people were herself, Liang Zhongchun, Minglou, Mingcheng, and Nantian Yoko. They surrounded the Manchuria Railway that came to inspect at that time (Note: South Manchuria Railway Co., Ltd., Japan’s largest colonial institution in Manchuria) Yosuke Haruyama, vice president and official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan, left this rare photo.

She didn't have time to miss Minglou whom she saw in the photo after a lifetime, and all her thoughts were on Junichi Qingshan's words just now. "Grandfather grandmother"?There are only two women in the photo, she and Yoko Nanada!She looked up in astonishment at the white-haired old man with a kind face. It was absolutely impossible to associate him with the shrewd and cold Yoko Nantian.But she couldn't deny that the strange feeling she felt when she first saw Qingshan Riko was because she had half a face so similar to her grandmother's.

How could she have imagined that this smiling girl with crescent eyes was actually the granddaughter of a senior Japanese official and secret service stationed in China more than 70 years ago.And this nameless Japanese female agent who gave birth to an illegitimate child for Kenji Qingshan was Yoko Nantian, whom she and even the entire No. 76 had to obey.

History regressed 70 years like a torrent in her memory, and quickly returned to reality after she stopped thinking.Wang Manchun restrained his breathing, adjusted his expression, and returned the phone to Junichi Qingshan, "I'm surprised that the identity of the grandparents, but I still won't comment."

Qingshan Shunichi is very calm, "As a half Chinese, I have no objection to that period of history. This is a war that should not have happened, but it still happened, but justice will eventually win."

Wang Manchun could only smile wryly.Fortunately, the old man just lamented that she looked similar to himself in the photo, and neither father nor son connected Fan Shengmei with Wang Manchun at all, otherwise she would definitely not be able to stay in this room any longer.

Maybe the years have been frosty, and the past has washed away the sand, but a pair of presbyopic eyes have seen through the truth of the cycle of life.

"So, Mr. Qingshan's visit to China this time is also related to this photo?"

The old man turned his face, looked at the leaden gray clouds over the city, and nodded almost invisible, "I'm old, this may be the last time I've been to China, it's Qingming."

Qingshan Shunichi explained in a low voice, "My father and I have always been worried about the crimes committed by my grandfather and grandmother in China. This year, Qingming, I will accompany my father to Nanjing, which is his birthplace and the place where the Nanjing Massacre took place. Although My grandfather was not the direct perpetrator of the Nanjing Massacre, but as descendants of war criminals, we hope that we can express our repentance where the crime is the heaviest and most unforgivable."

Every word of Junichi Qingshan was like a sharp knife piercing Wang Manchun's heart.Carrying the memories of the previous life on her back, in this life, she actually lived day and night under the shadow of eternal infamy, and never felt truly relaxed for a moment.From Wang Manchun to Fan Shengmei, she has been trying her best to forget and avoid it, but the blood stained on her hands may be like a gangrene, engraved forever in her stolen life.

She almost ran away from the father and son and escaped from this room, but Junichi Qingshan said, "We still want to find out the whereabouts of a man named Mingcheng."

"Mingcheng?!" Wang Manchun couldn't control it and blurted out.Fortunately, Junyi Qingshan focused half of his attention on his father, and did not pay attention to her slightly higher than usual voice, "Mingcheng is the third from the left in the photo. Some information after the war shows that he is an ambush of the military commander Wang Jingwei's government." Agent, he had some secret dealings with my grandmother, and we hope to know more details."

If it wasn't for Minglou, for what the old man might know, Wang Manchun would have wished to be far away from their journey of confession, even if there was even a little bit of clue about that era.

But when Qingshan Junyi said the word Mingcheng, she immediately lost the thought of leaving. After all, Qingshan and his son were already outside the Tan family, and she could find the closest people to Minglou.

"Mr. Qingshan, Junichi-san, as the service director assigned by Park Hyatt, I suggest that I accompany you on this trip to Nanjing."

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a big thunder, pat it lightly (but you can leave a comment on Humo, the author has already laid down~~~)

So you know, the role of male and female matching is indelible...