Early in the morning of March 10, Andrew and Yuwei took their four children to the Rhine River to pay tribute to Yuwei's mother. Standing on the bank of the river, they sprinkled the yellow chrysanthemums in their hands into the Rhine River one by one, watching the flowers in the water gradually drift away, Yuwei whispered, "Mom, I am very happy now, don't worry." ”

Unlike Yuwei, Alex's four siblings have no impression of their grandmother, and they are children by nature, so they quickly play on the grass.

Marty did not participate in the frolicking of his siblings, he walked to the side alone, and several foreign tourists who came to visit the Rhine quickly noticed the beautiful little boy with black hair and black eyes. Compared with his brothers and sisters, Marty's current appearance is almost impossible to see the European blood if you don't look closely, no matter where you go, he is a typical Oriental, or an extremely beautiful Oriental.

"Kid," the foreigners said to him in English, "are you Japanese?"

Marty's black eyes glanced at these foreigners quietly, and then replied word by word in English: "Of course I am Chinese, and my motherland is the only country in the world that has no history;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; It is a country with a diligent and intelligent nation, and it is the founder and guardian of that oriental civilization. I love that land, I love the people there. His little face was solemn, which made these foreigners suddenly awe-inspired.

"Okay, little friend from China, it's nice to meet you, you are the best Chinese I have ever met." They have met many Chinese children in many countries before, but they don't know whether it is the problem of parental education or being in a foreign country and not understanding the relationship between their own nationality, when they ask them if they are Chinese, those children give various answers, but none of them are willing to directly admit that they are Chinese.

His mother's voice came from behind "Marty", and Marty turned to see his mother standing behind him, her eyes filled with tears of excitement, "Son, I'm proud of you." It was clear that she had heard what he had just said.

None of them saw that there was a man standing not far away, and it was obvious that he had heard Marty's words, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes. A crisp but firm voice came from his ears, "Of course I am Chinese, please don't confuse me with that disgusting island countryman, it makes me feel ashamed" He looked at the young but determined little face of the little boy in front of him, and gradually overlapped with a vague person in his mind.

In an instant, the past came to his mind, and it was here that day that he met the most important person in his life. The first thing he asked her was: "Are you Chinese or Japanese?" and she firmly told him that she was Chinese and was ashamed of being Japanese. The expression on her face was exactly the same as that of the little boy.

He now knows who he is, he is Eric Ludwig von Hoffmann. But isn't he already dead, how can he still be alive, borrowing another person's body to live?

And his memories were intermittent, a large part of them blank, especially with her, except for the scene of their first encounter on the Rhine and the illusion they had seen in front of the cabin, the qiē about her was almost entirely blank. He remembered the rest well, including Andrew's suicide.

Looking at the mother and son, he wanted to walk over, but stopped because he saw the man coming and embracing the mother and child in his arms.

"Andrew Friedrich von Hoffmann." The man who has the exact same name as his half-brother in his previous life.

"The Truth"

Is the truth that the blonde man mentioned Andrew?

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