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

Tan Zongming drove an Audi R8 on this trip to Suzhou. The black pearlescent paint blends into the alleys of the ancient city under the night. Compared with Andy's Porsche, it has a low-key arrogance.It's a pity that Wang Manchun is a layman for cars. He sits conservatively and rigorously in the futuristic body of the R8, turning a blind eye to Tan Zongming's carefully modified interior, and turning a deaf ear to the violent acceleration of [-] horsepower. I am becoming more and more curious about her. There is a kind of vicissitudes in this woman beyond her age. It seems that no amount of grotesque foreign objects can bring her closer to reality. She is sitting next to her, but the two seem to be separated by tens of light years. distance.

He still remembered that when Andy asked him for tickets to the reception, he didn't shy away from the purpose of helping Fan Shengmei.The Fan Shengmei he presupposes is cautious, pretending to be arrogant, or she praises softly, witty words, and her beautiful eyes are full of ambition and desire. However, the Fan Shengmei on the co-driver is posing for his luxury car, his watch, and his clothes. He inadvertently exudes power and copper smell, as well as the gentlemanly demeanor that has long been used to being natural in front of women. It seems that she, Fan Shengmei, should enjoy these things by nature, and even looks at him with a vaguely condescending indifference, but in fact, she Not even a driver's license.

It must be his illusion, for sure.

Of course he didn't know, let alone imagined that "Fan Shengmei" had already been sitting on the [-]th ship attacking a low-altitude dive and pulling up as soon as she debuted.

"I heard from Andy that you guys spent the afternoon at the Shearing Bridge, did you find anything interesting?"

"It's nothing, just walk around." Wang Manchun replied casually, and then said after a while, "The houses and trees in the alley are almost the same as before, but I still feel that everything has changed."

"Been here before?"

"Come here, it happened when I was a child."

Tan Zongming gave her a meaningful look, "I have such a deep impression, I must have lived there for a long time."

"Mr. Tan, I know what you are going to ask. You have already found out the three generations of the Fan family's ancestors, and they have nothing to do with Wang Jiaming's family. Why did I mention Wang Manchun, and why did I know the name of Mr. Minglou... before?" I don’t want to tell you, it’s not a joke, I can’t even tell myself, I can only tell you that Wang Manchun is an old friend of mine, with a very special relationship. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

"I believe."

Wang Manchun turned to look at him, "No doubt?"

"You didn't give me any substantive information. What do I suspect?" Tan Zongming said half teasingly, half sincerely, "but I believe you didn't lie to me. In fact, I didn't hear about Wang Manchun a week ago. , I don’t know that Wang Ming’s family has such a deep relationship, I think you know much more about Wang Manchun and his grandfather than I do, and if I want to get what I want to know from you, trust is my most basic sincerity.”

Wang Manchun's star-like eyes fixed on the side of his face, "Mr. Tan, why do I feel that you don't know much about the Ming family."

"Call me Lao Tan, Zong Ming is also fine, Mr. and Miss are too awkward." Tan Zongming was inexplicably embarrassed by her stare, and casually pulled out an irrelevant topic.He didn't know what this woman looked like to others. She had always been sensitive and sharp in front of him after several encounters, and she went straight to the point, not polite to him at all.

The misty past lay between the two, and the only way out was to be honest with each other, and Tan Zongming decided that he would come first in the first step towards the other.

"I have never met my grandfather, and my father has no memory of him. Yeye died when my father was less than two years old."

"I know that some websites in Taiwan can still find a little information about Mr. Ming, who died between 34 and 38 of the Republic of China."

Why did Wang Manchun's voice tremble when he said this sentence, with emotions he couldn't identify.

"To be exact, it was April 1949, the eve of the liberation of Nanjing." Tan Zongming clenched the steering wheel, and the R4 was speeding on the Shanghai-Changzhou Expressway, but the voice in the car gradually became subdued, "You must know that my grandfather is a spy with three identities. After the victory, he was unable to gain a foothold in Shanghai as an official of the Wang puppet government. He could only change his identity to teach at a university according to the instructions of the Nationalist government. In fact, he was still a senior agent in Nanjing. It was revealed that Xu En had personally ordered the arrest, locked up at Jiangdongmen, and was killed along with several other underground party members on the eve of the liberation of Nanjing."

When the words fell, he heard a long, long sigh from the woman beside him. Her face was sinking like water, but it seemed that she had used a lot of strength to restore her calm. After a long time, she said to herself, "No wonder the 34th year of the Republic of China It’s so hard to find information in the future, so it turned out that the name was changed.”

"If you search Minglou, you will definitely not find anything, but in old newspapers, you should see the news of Tan Bainian's execution."

"What did you say?!"

Tan Zongming looked at her subconsciously, the four-character rhetorical question was too abrupt, even a little bit sad.

"I said, you should use Tan Bainian as a keyword instead of Minglou. Of course, even Tan Bainian doesn't have many details."

"Tan Bainian, a hundred years, a hundred years..." Wang Manchun repeated over and over again, his voice went from high to low, so low that Tan Zongming could hardly hear clearly, but his murmur was as hoarse as the roar of weeping blood.Tan Zongming was a little surprised, but more worried, he slowed down the speed and slowly leaned towards the side of the road, "Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Manchun didn't answer, or even ignored him at all, just immersed in the surging sadness that Tan Zongming couldn't understand, repeating only four sentences,

"The singing in the high pavilion is far away, and the willows in the heavy gate are dark.

You must drink all you want in the night, and don't lose your hundred-year heart. "

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan." Tan Zongming stopped the car, hesitated for a moment, then put his hand on her shoulder, "Look up, let me see your face."

Wang Manchun turned his face away and pushed the car door hastily. While pressing the door to unlock, Tan Zongming unfastened his seat belt and quickly got out of the car to stop Wang Manchun who had already stepped out of the car door, "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, I'm fine, I just want to smoke a cigarette..."

Wang Manchun rummaged wildly in the bag, Tan Zongming couldn't bear to look any further, he took out his cigarette case and gave it to her, "Don't wander around, I will accompany you."

In the middle of the night during the small holiday, on the North-South Trunk Bridge of the Shanghai-Changzhou Expressway, an Audi R8 quietly parked at the emergency parking belt.A pair of tall figures leaned side by side on the railing, overlooking the never-ending lights of Zeguojian in the water town, the cold wind blowing, the smoke scattered, Wang Manchun kept trembling with his fingers holding the smoke, Tan Zongming turned around and took out a men's cashmere scarf from the car and handed it to her , "It's windy, go back after smoking."

Relying on nicotine to regain some composure, Wang Manchun took the scarf without wearing it, and just pressed it against his chest, "I'm sorry Tan Zongming, I lost my temper again."

Tan Zongming was not surprised, she still didn't want to call him Lao Tan, but calling Tan Zongming at least proved that she didn't hide from the step he took, "Can I have a little right to know this time?"

Wang Manchun looked up at him, his black eyes were dark as night, but there were stars in them, "Do you know the meaning of the words Tan Bainian?"

"It is said that Tan is my mother's maiden name."

"And a hundred years is the word Minglou gave Wang Manchun."

That year, Minglou was 14 years old, and Wang Manchun was seven years old. Minglou said that girls had no words in their boudoirs, and they only got married when they got married, so Manchun must not tell others that it belonged to the young master Ming and the little girl Manchun. secret.

Twenty-five years later, Minglou put it after his mother's surname, and it became his name for the rest of his life.

It's just that Wang Manchun, his century-old sister, who was killed by him will never know.

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It feels like a cruel chapter...

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