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

The moment he picked up Mingcheng's handwriting, Wang Manchun burst into tears.After reading the full text, she was already sobbing.Tan Zongming handed her a tissue, and she pressed the entire paper firmly on her face, the tissue was instantly soaked, transparent water stains and suppressed sobs spread across her fingertips.

The person she once loved, with her blood, the blood of the enemy, and her own blood, wrote a stroke of Shi Zhe's heart to the end.

Years of continuous searching finally came to fruition, and the journey back to the past reached the end at this moment.After rebirth, the heaviest stone that weighed on her heart fell, leaving behind a cliff, which was her premature love affair with Minglou in the troubled times.

Cui Jinglou didn't speak any more, just sat aside silently, and waited for her to stop crying a little before she spoke again, "When I was young, I asked Uncle Cheng why they were from the Ming family. My father's name was Cui Liming, and Uncle Minglou's name was Tan. A hundred years. Uncle Cheng said that Cui Liming is a pseudonym, Li is the surname of his father’s biological father, and Ming means the Ming family; Tan Bainian is also a pseudonym, and Tan is Mrs. Mingtai’s maiden name. As for Bainian...he doesn’t know.”

Wang Manchun raised his head, with tears still in the corners of his eyes.A hundred years is her name, she never married until her death, a hundred years is the secret between her and Minglou, as close and honest as Minglou, and he never told him.

"Uncle Cheng said he asked Uncle Minglou, but Uncle Minglou only said one word."

"What?" Wang Manchun and Tan Zongming said in unison.

Cui Jinglou sighed blankly, "He said, there is no fate in this life, see you in the next life."

No regrets in this life, no mistakes in this life, and fate in the next life.

The cliff left in his heart suddenly collapsed in pieces, Wang Manchun's chest tightened, and the small box was filled with oppression for no reason.She only had time to say excuse me, then hurriedly walked outside the screen.

Time slipped away quietly during the long conversation, the sun was already westward, the traffic in the lobby was getting denser, and the voices of the front hall and back kitchen shouting menus kept coming and going.Cantonese opera records are still spinning tremblingly, embellishing the smoky life of the old neighbors.Just a distance away from the screen, she suddenly returned from the smoky past to the noisy and secular reality.

"Xiaomei?" Tan Zongming caught up with his crutches, "Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

"You let me walk alone."

Tan Zongming wanted to say something else, but Wang Manchun pressed his arm, "Don't leave Uncle Cui there alone, you have to say sorry to him for me."

Tan Zongming looked at her for a moment, then turned and went back to the box.

Walking under the narrow and crowded arcades in the old city, breathing the cool air of October in the southern country, Wang Manchun finally did not feel suffocated.Women scrambling for big discounts, men arguing and arguing about parking spaces, girls chatting about Korean dramas, and teenagers squeezing past her with earphones humming, they are so close to her. It boiled into a thick pot of soup, and the people who enjoyed all of this safely did not know whose success was burned by the booming temperature.

Cui Rujing left the mainland, Tan Zheng gave up rectifying his name, and Cui Jinglou never even thought that he was the son of a martyr. This country owed him a childhood with both parents, and owed him a life of righteousness and compensation.

But in the end, they all came to a peaceful and peaceful old age in their own ways.In their years, there will be no more wars, occupations, and displacement. No matter whether they are rich or poor, they at least have the rights of equality and freedom that their parents never had.

This is what Minglou, Mingcheng, Mingtai, and thousands of fighters like them have dedicated their lives to.

"Little beauty."

Wang Manchun turned around, and at some point, she actually walked to Haizhu Square alone, while Tan Zongming stopped not far behind her in a wheelchair.

"Why are you in a wheelchair again?" She remembered that after seeing him in Guangzhou, he had been on crutches.

"The knees are a bit tired, so it's more comfortable to sit in a wheelchair." He drove the wheelchair to her, and the assistant watched Wang Manchun take the handle of the wheelchair before quietly returning to the nanny's car in the distance.

"Go back to the hotel to rest when you're tired, what are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you'll be in a bad mood if you're alone, so I'll walk with you."

"I'm in a bad mood, I'm in a good mood."

"Then even if I'm in a bad mood, you can walk with me."

Wang Manchun smiled and said nothing. He pushed him slowly forward along the sidewalk on the edge of Haizhu Square, walked to the path, pushed a few steps inward, stopped next to a bench, and stepped on the brake.One of them is sitting in a wheelchair, the other is sitting at the end of a bench, side by side, watching the busy traffic in the setting sun and the hurrying people on the zebra crossing through the small gap between sunflowers, bauhinia and kapok.

"Tan Zongming, if it was the real Minglou who woke up after the car accident, would he be very pleased to see what happened today?"

Tan Zongming looked at her with a probing look.Wang Manchun replied with a faint smile, "Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I don't want to mention the past, I really want to know whether it is worth the price Minglou paid."

"Grandpa has failed the Ming family and you all his life, but he has lived up to the people of the world. As for whether the people of the world have failed him, I don't think he will mind too much." Tan Zongming looked at the distant skyline of the city and replied slowly, "I ask myself, what Tan Zongming has done so far is worthy of this era. If everyone can do this, then our era will be a better era than grandpa's expectations."

"That's not easy."

Tan Zongming smiled, "Xiaomei, it's up to people."

The man in the wheelchair is only obedient and weak when she loses her temper; when he looks around, when he returns to his stage, when he talks to her about history and future, ideals and reality, regions and times, his The whole body exudes the demeanor of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi similar to Ming Lou.And in those eyes that are always smiling, there is also a vigorous vitality and hope that Minglou does not have.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a deep black shadow on his face, his profile was as beautiful as a sculpture, Wang Manchun had to turn his face away, fearing that he would make fun of him if he looked at it for too long.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Wang Manchun brushed her forehead in a concealed manner, "I forgot to ask Uncle Cui something. I don't know where he buried Mingcheng. I want to go and see."

"Mingcheng has no tomb. In accordance with his last wish, Uncle Cui scattered his ashes into the Pearl River. He said that his last wish in his life was to return to Shanghai and be with the Ming family, but he couldn't achieve it, so let the Pearl River take him. Entering the sea, the South China Sea is connected to the East China Sea, and the soul can be regarded as returning to its hometown."

He spoke plainly, but every word was so bleak.Wang Manchun didn't know what to say for a while, so he just sat quietly and said nothing.

"Xiaomei, we've known each other for so long, but you never asked me where my grandfather was buried."

"I know, in Shanghai."

"Want to go see it?"

"At first I wanted to go, but I didn't dare. Then I dared, but I didn't know what identity to go with. Now..." Wang Manchun smiled sadly, "No, I won't go."

"Because of his tomb, my grandma was buried together?"

"No, I don't mind these things." Wang Manchun lowered his head, stroking the mottled paint on the bench, "Minglou said, there is no fate in this life, see you in the next life, but I don't want to see him anymore, my fate with him has been broken. People are pragmatic and don't want to be entangled in past lives and future lives. So...it's better to just leave it like this, and it's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

Her words were sad and gloomy, with a hint of deep meaning, which made Tan Zongming secretly startled, "Xiaomei." He held her hand, "Whether there is an afterlife or not, whether he will never see you again, Xiaomei, his number It's over, now I'm waiting."

"Still waiting, am I a restaurant?"

It was obviously a joke, but there was an unconcealable heaviness in the smile.Tan Zongming seemed to be trying hard to dispel this heaviness, and squeezed her hand so hard that her palm bones began to ache, "Don't change the subject, Xiaomei, Mingcheng has been found, the story of the Ming family is over, come back with me." Shanghai, give me a chance, let's start over."

He leaned over from the wheelchair, earnestly begging, anxiously expecting, as if Wang Manchun's lowering of his head and opening of his lips would be the verdict of his future happiness.Wang Manchun couldn't bear his excessive gaze, and struggled to withdraw his hand, but he clasped it even tighter.

"Tan Zongming..."

He pressed her hand on his lap, and with one hand he took out a dark blue velvet box from his pocket.

"When I was in New York, the ring was already made, and I always carried it with me. Xiaomei, no matter you are in Jiujiantang, Ode to Joy, or Jianjin Bridge, I always treat you as if you are still by my side, ring, wedding dress, hotel, being What you canceled, I ordered back. Although you won't forgive me, and don't know when you will forgive me, although I seem wishful thinking, but I am serious, Xiaomei, punish me, test me, and marry me Give me no contradiction at all, Mrs. Tan, give Mr. Tan a chance to make up for his mistakes."

The shadow of the sunset gathered and scattered in his black eyes, and the light hurt her eyes.

Wang Manchun squeezed out a smile, and pushed back the lid of the box he was about to open, "Tan Zongming, don't you understand? I never forgive you. From the day you came to Jianjinqiao to look for me, I don't blame you. Then In a chaotic and crazy situation, if it were me, I would not be able to do better than you. I just..." She felt her throat was a little congested, so she took a deep breath before she could continue, "I just don't want to have anything to do with the Ming family anymore. I am involved. From Minglou to you, I feel very tired. There is no such undefended trust between us. By your side, I will always remember that I am Wang Manchun, and I will never be able to be a simple and easy Fan Shengmei. Tan Zongming , let it go, just treat it for my own good."

Shrewd and experienced, it seemed that it took him a long time to understand what she was talking about.

"Xiaomei, it's not fair." His voice trembled slightly, "Being born into a Ming family is not something I can choose."

"It's not fair, but I can't be fair, Tan Zongming, I can't repay you for everything you give me, there is no fairness between us..." She finally pulled her hand out of his palm, "I'm sorry Tan Zongming, take back the ring Well, there are wedding dresses, hotels, don't wait, there will be no more weddings..."

"Enough Xiaomei!" He roared in a low voice, "I don't want to hear a lot of reasons from you, I just want you to say something from your conscience, Tan Zongming, I don't love you anymore, I don't love you at all, don't you dare? Dare to say, dare to say?!"

She looked at him with tears in her eyes, her lips moved several times, but she really couldn't speak.

How can you not love him, if you don't love him, why worry about gains and losses, and hesitate to speak, if you don't love him, why bother to feel like a knife, while hurting him, you will also bleed like a river.

"I'm sorry, Tan..."

Before Zong Ming could utter the words, he had already pulled her tightly and sealed her lips involuntarily.

The last time they kissed was in France. In the elegant and bright hotel room, they kissed inseparably for the upcoming parting. In a blink of an eye, the inseparable lingering has been as far away as a memory of a lifetime.

The night and the shade of the kapok tree covered their close figures, the branches and leaves whirled with the wind in the river, she was locked tightly in his arms, the armrest of the wheelchair pressed against her lower abdomen, a little pain, but not as much When he bit her lips, it was painful.At this moment, he probably hates her, just like she hated him too. When feelings cross the defense line of reason, love and hate are only a thought.He kissed her fiercely and desperately, as if he wanted to crush her on the edge of his teeth and the tip of his tongue colliding with each other.

Finally, Wang Manchun couldn't help but put her arms around him, letting her instinct drive her to respond to his kiss.This is the person she once and still love deeply, and the person she dare not love again. Leaving him is like cutting off a piece of flesh and blood from her body. Before she cruelly strikes, she hugs him tightly and kisses him back greedily It's like a sacrifice before the massacre begins.From now on, she will never have such urges and longings again. Her love sinks into the water with the setting sun and sinks in the rolling Pearl River.

The author has something to say:

This is the finale 2.0, it seems to be still BE...

I can only look forward to the next chapter, believe me, the finale 3.0 should definitely be HE

Then what I want to say is that every time I want to abuse the male lead, I will eventually become a female lead...so stop shouting about abuse of Lao Tan, cutting Lao Tan's body with a knife, and hurting Man Chun's heart. If you want to open up, let them go The two got it together...