Panguan

"My great-great-grandfather was the one who looked after the mountains for the Shen family." The boss said with his fingers, "It was the same for the past three generations. Basically, the Shen family came over to take care of the mountains, and my family lived at the foot of the mountains. Although there is no such thing as looking at the mountains now. , we also opened our own store. But during Qingming Festival, July and Half or Chinese New Year, we still go up the mountain to take care of it for them."

As he was talking, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Shen family is miserable and has a bad life. It is almost extinct. After the foreign-style building burned down, it was my great-grandfather who picked up the bones and took care of it. It’s scary to say, some of them were burned into a ball and you can’t tell who is who.”

The boss told the story passed down by his great-grandfather, but found that their focus was not on scaring people.

"You said almost?" Wenshi asked.

"That's right." The boss was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't the young master get into trouble? It is said that it was a local charity meeting or something, and they wanted to invite the husband and wife of the Shen family to come over, but the couple were not there, so The young master took a trip, but when he came back, he saw that his home had been burned down, and no one in the house was left. It is said that he passed out at that time, and later fell ill and was not in good spirits, so he moved to Tianjin. "

Wenshi: "Are you sure it's Tianjin?"

The boss nodded and said, "Yes, people said at that time that his parents were over there. He was so sick that he couldn't stay here alone, so he turned around."

As the boss spoke, he tapped the back of his hand and said, "But I heard from my great-grandfather that there was a period of chaos in the north at that time, and his parents had an accident just before that, and they were both gone."

"What happened next?" Wen Shi asked.

"Nothing happened after that," the boss said. "There was no news about the young master after that. With his family's situation, he could go crazy or die."

After saying that, he sighed deeply.

"Do you have any photos from that time?" Xie Wen brought up the ancestral hall again and asked.

The boss nodded: "Yes, but not many. Speaking of which, there are actually some family trees, but they may not be as comprehensive as yours, mainly theirs."

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course." The boss suggested directly, "You will definitely need information for the family tree of the ancestral hall, so just make one."

He quickly brought down an old-fashioned file bag from where he lived upstairs, and threw out a photo album and a thread-bound family tree from it.

When Wenshi opened the photo album, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar group photo on the second page - it was the old photo that had been torn and put back together in the cage at Sanmidian, with a large piece missing.

In reality, this photo still exists intact and can be considered clear. So Wenshi saw Shen Mansheng for the first time.

He was wearing a suit vest and trousers, and the vest pocket was decorated with a chain pocket watch, making him look like a young master. It's just that her face is very delicate, and her smile is gentle with a hint of shyness.

There are some differences between him and later, but the essence remains the same, especially his eyebrows and eyes, which have a familiar temperament.

…

It's really a sinking bridge.

Not only did he recognize it, but also Xia Qiao. It's just that Xia Qiao has only seen photos and never seen the real person, so he is hesitant and unsure: "Brother, this is...this Shen Mansheng...he looks similar to grandpa when he was young."

The boss was also shocked: "What do you mean? Your grandfather?"

Fortunately, Xia Qiao reacted quickly, remembering that his grandfather was much older than normal people, and it would be easy to scare others if he said it. So he changed his words: "No, no, I just call him grandpa when I mention it."

Wenshi glanced at him, nodded and said, "It's not like him, it's him."

The boss was even more shocked: "What's going on? Do you know him?"

When Wenshi flipped through a few more pages of the photo album, he saw Shen Mansheng's face in other photos, and he was even more sure: "Yes, we know each other."

"Where did you know?" the boss asked.

What he understood as "knowing" was knowing. After all, it was impossible for the group of people in front of him who were not yet thirty years old to know Shen Mansheng during the Republic of China.

"I heard it from home." Xia Qiao didn't let his brother make up lies online this time, and gave a reason first.

"Oh. So, Shen Mansheng is not dead?" the boss asked.

Wen Shi: "Well, he's not dead."

The boss asked again: "Are you crazy?"

When I heard it: "No."

He paused, and rarely added a long sentence after finishing his answer: "He changed his name. He didn't mention anything about it before, so he probably doesn't remember it."

The boss added: "It's good not to remember, but it would be too uncomfortable to remember. How was he doing afterwards?"

When he heard about it, he replied: "It's very good. I live a long life."

Live well and live a long life. This is probably the best ending for ordinary people.

"Pretty good, pretty good." The boss nodded, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his expression was filled with emotion.

Unlike his great-grandfather, who worked for the Shen family and had seen the people in these old black-and-white photos that had long since been buried in the dust, he was born late, and the people in the photos are just faces that are familiar and yet unfamiliar to him. Just the face.

He actually has no feelings for these people, but he still feels a little relieved when he suddenly hears such a follow-up.

The boss was in a good mood, and after trying his best to persuade him to stay, he ran to the kitchen to prepare a few dishes himself, took Wen Shi and them to a meal, and helped them print photos and family trees before sending them off.