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

Boss Fan finally received an investment of 100 million RMB, but the money was not in his hands. All expenses above four digits must be approved by Wang Manchun, and the money is based on evidence and reimbursed in real terms.

Tan Zongming naturally doesn't care if Boss Fan is satisfied, because his schedule is too full.At the beginning of September, he joined the business delegation accompanying government officials to Europe as the boss of Sino Ocean, and Wang Manchun changed his style of staying behind and went with him.It's just that he had to travel to four countries in ten days, but she stopped at the first stop and stayed in Paris waiting for him to come back.

Tan Zongming wanted to leave some followers for her, but Wang Manchun was determined not to do so. Since she was able to speak well, physically strong, and able to act better than men, Tan Zongming let her go.On the day he left Paris, he accompanied Wang Manchun from the city center to the hotel in Versailles, and then returned to the station to meet the delegation.Standing on the balcony of the Awalddorf Hotel, looking at the delicate embroidery-like garden of the Trianon Palace, he seemed to understand something.

"It's less than [-] kilometers away from Paris high-tech business."

Wang Manchun smiled faintly, "Yes, your grandfather has been here for ten years."

In her previous life, she worked hard to become fluent in French in order to catch up with Minglou in France one day, but she never had the chance to set foot on the European continent in her whole life.

On the contrary, more than half a century later, as Tan Zongming's fiancée, she came to this country of extraordinary significance to Minglou.

In the 18th year of the Republic of China, the 23-year-old Minglou came to Paris alone with the unhealed scars from Ming Jing's violent beating. In the first two years, they were still able to quietly tease each other. It was getting shorter and shorter, and finally one day, she had to admit that the two people who once loved each other had reached the point where they were speechless.

At that time, she was already an excellent cadet of the Japanese military academy, and he was preparing to cover up his identity as a Communist Party member to join the Blue Shirts Club. Mingcheng had just arrived in Paris to study, and Mingtai was still a scrawny teenager who hadn't changed his voice.

Wang Manchun was walking on the school road of Paris High School. The century-old plane trees beside the road blocked the sunshine in September, leaving only dots of light on the lawn.Back then, did Minglou also walk through this wide but deep tree-lined road, argue loudly with French classmates under which towering tree, rest on a bench by the lake with eyes closed, and on which hillside? Last night Gui startled the tits, and in which secret office, he swore to join the organization that made him follow and dedicate his life.

Red, yellow, black and white students of various skin colors passed by her, wearing suspenders, jeans, ubiquitous mobile phones and laptops. pace.

Only the golden roof of the Palace of Versailles draws an eternal outline in the blue sky.

She still remembered the first letter Minglou wrote to her after arriving in France, describing to her the magnificence of the Palace of Versailles in such an excited tone, he said that he had never seen such an elegant and exquisite garden, and in the future he must Take her to walk the maze in the garden together, feed the swans swimming in the lake once, touch the marble statues in the courtyard, and dance a minuet with her under the huge oil painting in the Hall of Mirrors.

Today, exactly 87 years later, Wang Manchun walked through the labyrinth in the garden of Versailles, sat with the swans by the lake for an afternoon, touched the marble statue in the courtyard, walked through the magnificent hall of mirrors alone, and listened to the slow movement of his steps. echoes on the carved wooden floor.

Tan Zongming called her from Germany, "Is Versailles fun?"

"It's fun, but not as much fun as I thought it would be." She replied honestly, "It would be nice if you were here."

Minglou created a beautiful scene for her, but after all, it was just a wishful dream of a young lover.

Walking alone in the Palace of Versailles, she suddenly missed Tan Zongming, the crackling firecrackers in Mashi Town, the windmills on the Zhangbei Grassland whirling with the wind, their presumptuous footsteps when they ran across the corridor of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, and In Jiujiantang Tan's house, every night he hugged her to sleep.

Because it never belonged to her, Minglou used to be her belief that she must have it; but only now did she understand that what is more terrible than not having it is losing it.

In the few days before Tan Zongming came back, she did not go out, took out the CATTI materials brought all the way from China, and carefully reviewed them.

"Do you want to be so active?" Tan Zongming laughed at her, "You actually work as a hotel house girl in the most famous tourist resort in France."

"The air here is good, and the review efficiency is high." Wang Manchun is eloquent.

But his precious fiancee didn’t go anywhere and waited for him all the time. Tan Zongming himself felt distressed. As soon as the official trip was over, he canceled all the dinners and activities, rushed back to France overnight, and went straight to the A Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

"What are you looking at?" He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and asked.

"Midnight in Paris."

"So I was just being lazy."

"It's been a day of review, and I'm going to rest. Let's watch together, it's a famous movie." She pulled him to her side, and the two of them faced the LCD screen opposite the bed together.Tan Zongming took a few glances hard, but before he understood the plot, he was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.The schedule is too busy these days, and he still has to find time to inspect the offices of Sino-Ocean in these countries, which is really exhausting.

"Just tell me what you're talking about."

"Talk about an American writer who traveled to Paris in the 20s, met many celebrities at that time, and also had a girl who made him fall in love."

"Oh, time travel."

"He lives in reality during the day, and travels back to the beautiful era in his mind at night, but in that era, he found that the people he admired were all admiring the earlier era. Then what is the real golden age, he wondered Caught in the confusion of reality and dreams."

"Well, bothering."

"In the end he chose to bid farewell to that beautiful era and return to reality, but stayed in Paris and was with a girl he met in Paris."

"Well, back to reality."

Tan Zongming half leaned on the big pillow, closed his eyes, and probably didn't know what he was talking about.Wang Manchun carefully took the remote control from his hand, and slowly fell to his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist.He didn't open his eyes, but patted her arm once and for all, as if he was putting a newborn baby to sleep.

The hero and heroine in the movie are still reading dialogues, the lights in the bedroom are dim, and the scent of chestnut trees and violets floats in from the window. The luxury of Versailles is covered by the night, and the years become distant at this moment.

"Tan Zongming." She said softly, "I don't want to go back, I want to stay now."

The hand patting her stopped, and he leaned against the head of the bed, already asleep.

Tan Zongming originally planned to stay with her in France for two more days and take a good rest before going back. Unexpectedly, after receiving a call from Shanghai, he chose to return to China immediately.

"Don't be nervous, there is a problem with the capital chain of a project partner, and it will be submitted to the China Securities Regulatory Commission for approval soon. I have to go back to fight the fire."

Wang Manchun wanted to go with him, but he began to feel unwell. He had a low-grade fever for unknown reasons, and he had no strength.Tan Zongming was worried that she would not be able to sustain the long-distance flight for more than ten hours, so he insisted on letting her stay in Versailles, accompanied by a group of entourages, to have an examination first, and then leave after recovering.

But after meeting for just one night, the two had to separate again.Wang Manchun was reluctant to part with him, and he was also reluctant to part with Wang Manchun. The two kissed for a long time at the entrance of the guest room, as if they would not see each other for ten or eight years.

"Okay, I really have to go, I can't catch the plane." Tan Zongming pulled her away from his arms helplessly, and kissed her downcast eyes as compensation, "You can rest assured, don't worry Go back home, I'll come pick you up when I'm done."

Wang Manchun nodded silently.In fact, she didn't know why she was so clingy this time. Watching him carrying his luggage away, her irregular heartbeat was like a rock with a corner missing, swaying, and would fall into the turbulent current at any time.

In the early morning, I received a WeChat message from Tan Zongming, "I have arrived in Shanghai, don't worry about your safety."

In the early morning of the next day, Qu Xiaoxiao yelled in the WeChat group on the 22nd floor, "Sister Fan is back?"

She replied, "No, still in France."

An hour later, at [-]:[-] pm Beijing time, Qu Xiaoxiao sent her a photo secretly taken by her mobile phone, with the postscript, "Pudong Four Seasons Hotel parking lot."

The picture is a little blurry due to the distance, but the information that can be conveyed is in place: a black Audi R8, no driver, no assistant, Tan Zongming opens the passenger door, Qingshan Lizi is getting into the car.

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