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

The word Manchun, like a spell, fixed her in place, turning her into an abrupt statue.

"Manchun? Is that you?"

She barely moved her stiff fingers, and retracted little by little from under his quilt, even leading him back.Tan Zongming locked her eyes tightly, "Manchun, don't hide, I know it's you. Has my appearance changed too? Yours has changed too, but I can recognize it. I can recognize what you have become. "

"I'm Fan Shengmei." She suppressed her frantic heartbeat and forced herself to be calm, "Tan Zongming, are you confused? I'm Xiaomei."

"Fan Shengmei? Xiaomei?" He frowned, "Who is Tan Zongming?"

Wang Manchun was terrified, his limbs became cold.She pinched her palm hard, managed to keep calm, held his hand again, and said in a trembling voice, "Tan Zongming, don't scare me. I'm Xiaomei. You had a car accident. You're fine now. You'll be fine soon." Get up, it won't delay the wedding at the end of the year, do you remember?"

Tan Zongming closed his eyes and seemed to be in great confusion. He struggled for a long time before opening them again, "I should have thought of it earlier, you died nine years earlier than me... We didn't come here together. How long have you been here?" Already? Tan Zongming is your fiancé?"

When it came to the last sentence, his voice weakened, as if he had spent too much energy.

Wang Manchun stared at him blankly, unable to say anything, only a repeated raving, "Tan Zongming, don't lie to me, Tan Zongming, don't lie to me..."

The man's gaze on the hospital bed gradually turned sharp, "Wang Manchun, don't lie to yourself."

Even though his whole body was covered in injuries and he couldn't move at all, the coercion emanating from his eyebrows still made her breathless.Wang Manchun shook off his hand and stood back, "No, Tan Zongming, get out of here, don't be kidding Tan Zongming, get out of here!"

"Wang Manchun!" Minglou snapped, "Tell me what happened! You died, I died, you lived again, and I lived again, but our era is gone! What time is it now? Why would you Become like this? What are you afraid of? Who is Tan Zongming? Tell me!"

Wang Manchun bit her lips tightly, almost biting the corners of her mouth.

"Manchun, if you don't tell me, I can get what I want to know from other channels, but I hope you will tell me."

What a familiar tone, calm, rational, gentle, but with a quiet toughness.Tears welled up from her eyes, "It has been 67 years since you died, the Japanese are gone, the Kuomintang has gone to Taiwan, and the whole of China is no longer fighting, I don't know why I became like this , I was beaten to death by you, I can still see you standing in front of my body for a long time, but I woke up later, and when I woke up, I became the current Fan Shengmei, I really don’t know what happened... Tan Zongming , Tan Zongming is your grandson, Tan Zheng's son, he looks exactly like you, and you are in his body now..."

At the end, Wang Manchun covered her mouth and wept uncontrollably.

"You are engaged to him, and you are going to get married at the end of the year?"

"Um……"

"He knows your identity?"

Wang Manchun shook his head.

"You know his identity?"

Wang Manchun nodded.

"You know that he is my grandson, but you still want to marry him?! Are you going to hide it from him for the rest of your life?!"

Wang Manchun threw herself back to the hospital bed and knelt on the ground in front of his bed, "I'm sorry, brother...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

She didn't have any excuses other than sorry, she couldn't even say that I didn't mean it.She understands everything, and clearly knows that there is an infinite gap between herself and Tan Zongming, but she still deliberately and stubbornly took this irreversible step. She thought it would be enough to deceive herself like an ostrich, but how could she think that one day, she would still be there? To bear Minglou's furious questioning.

Minglou closed his eyes again, his long eyelashes trembling violently, "Wang Manchun, you are crazy."

"Yes, I'm crazy, I've been crazy since the day you went to France, my whole world is crazy, I'm crazy to be reborn here, I'm crazy to marry Tan Zongming, so what?! Are you trying to kill me a second time?!"

"go out."

"Brother..."

"go out!"

This is the Minglou she is familiar with, this is the Minglou she fears, this is the Minglou she once loved, but now she can't face it at all.

She dragged her almost numb legs back step by step, until she exited the ward and could no longer see Minglou, she suddenly ran wildly until she ran to the balcony at the end of the corridor, retching heavily against the railing.

"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan!" Andy chased up to support her, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Wang Manchun shook his head, tears mixed with the acid water he vomited and dripped on the ground.

"Xiao Fan, are you...pregnant?" Andy asked hesitantly in a low voice, but before Wang Manchun could answer, she cried out again, "My God, what is this?..."

In the acidic water Wang Manchun spit out, there were a few shocking traces of blood.

This is a typical symptom of rushing to the heart and vomiting blood.

"Xiao Fan, don't worry, Old Tan is fine. The doctor said that as long as he wakes up, he's not in danger. Just take good care of him. Why are you making things so difficult for yourself..."

Wang Manchun looked up at the ignorant Andy with hazy and tearful eyes. How should she tell her, Andy, Lao Tan is gone, and the person lying on the hospital bed is not the Lao Tan you are familiar with.The real Tan Zongming was nowhere to be found, and the man she loved so much had left her.

The original Fan Shengmei never appeared again, and the soul belonging to Tan Zongming has also been silent forever.

The hand holding Andy's arm gradually lost strength, and the scene in front of her eyes became more and more blurred. Andy called her name anxiously, but she could no longer hear her, and there was a salty taste in her mouth again, and Wang Manchun finally lost consciousness.

She was sent to the Comprehensive Internal Medicine Department of Huashan Hospital nearby.The doctor diagnosed gastrointestinal bleeding caused by gastric ulcer, including the previous low-grade fever, nausea, and fatigue, all of which were the result of gastric mucosal damage. The originally not serious disease was aggravated by overwork and emotional disorders. In addition to the necessary drugs, the doctor They also gave her a sedative and forced her to rest in bed.

When she finally woke up from her deep sleep, it was already the next morning, nearly thirty hours had passed since Tan Zongming's car accident.The typhoon passed by, and the downpour turned into light rain, pattering over the whole of Shanghai.

Wang Manchun tidied up his appearance indiscriminately, and went straight to the ICU unit upstairs without thinking about drinking water and eating, but when he got there, he learned that "Tan Zongming" had been transferred back to the ordinary VIP room.She looked around again, and when she opened the door, she saw several high-level executives of Yuanyang came out with different expressions, and the nurse behind scolded impatiently, "Patients need to be quiet! There is no one who urges people to work right after the operation!"

Wang Manchun greeted the executives and nurses, and then looked hopefully at the face of "Tan Zongming".

A pair of eyes like cold pools of autumn water were looking back at her with a calm and restrained attitude. The complex and reserved gaze swept across her face inch by inch, shattering her humble and shameful desires in her heart.

How she wished that when she woke up, he would still be the same Tan Zongming who doted on him without concealing his eyes, smiling and beckoning her to kiss and hug him.Everything is sweet as before, but Minglou is just an illusion that will dissipate when he wakes up.

After all, God refuses to take it as a joke, the nightmare of yesterday is not over.

Minglou looked at her face carefully, and asked her, "The lady named Andy said you're not feeling well, are you okay?"

Afraid that he was worried, Andy concealed the fact that she had severe stomach bleeding.Wang Manchun said, "It's all right, how about you?"

"The head is fine, but the left knee needs time to recover." He paused for a while and then said, "I don't know about Tan Zongming's work. If someone comes looking for you, you will block it for me."

"I know, and Andy will deal with things. Others... Let me tell you slowly, you are also engaged in economics, and you will be able to get started soon."

"Thank you."

The rain outside the window was fine, and the petals of frangipani jasmine jasmine blown by the typhoon swirled far away in the puddles. The two people inside the window obviously had a thousand words hidden, but at this moment they fell into relative silence.

In the end, Aunt Shun, who came to deliver the food, broke the silence.Aunt Shun was sensible, filled the porridge and left.Wang Manchun brought the stewed ginseng pork bone porridge to Minglou, "It's inconvenient for you to have an IV in your hand, let me feed you."

"Ah."

Chief Ming is always so arrogant wherever he goes, and that hmm sounded very much like he did back then.Wang Manchun smiled, and lowered his head to help him remove the ginger, "I still remember that you used to hate eating ginger the most. I wonder if the taste has changed after nine years."

"Manchun, don't test me."

Wang Manchun's hand trembled and almost knocked over the bowl.

"You shouldn't have forgotten what happened to me when you tested me."

That year, at the economic department ball organized by Wang Fuqu, she sent a young man who pretended to be Dai Li's subordinate, and before he got close to Minglou, he killed him with a lens.At that time, Minglou was also like this, watching her play clumsy tricks with cold eyes, aloof, with a bit of sarcasm, indifference, and even coldness.Even this man, who stingily gives her a little bit of tenderness, can become a happiness that she will recall for a long time.

Two pairs of identical eyes, two hearts like ice and fire.

"Minglou, I'm not testing you." She stirred the steaming ginseng porridge in a small bone china bowl, "I just really want to know where Tan Zongming went."

Minglou remained silent.

"He is your grandson, so you don't care about his life at all?!"

"I do not know him."

Wang Manchun was so heartbroken that he could hardly hold the bowl, "Your grandson, you just passed by without knowing each other?! Have you asked Mrs. Wang? Have you asked Tan Zheng? Don't you want to know what happened to them afterwards? Apart from your organization, apart from Mingjing Mingcheng and Mingtai, who else have you cared about?!"

"And you, Manchun." He looked at her quietly.

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