The blue mist of the silent night, like smoke.

Or maybe it's because of the jet lag, Xuanzhi doesn't feel sleepy at the moment.

Grandma suddenly made a transatlantic call.

"Wisdom, is it going well?" She asked.

"Smooth, I don't need to do anything today, I don't know how easy it is." Xuan Zhi subconsciously touched his face, cut, can he tell Alamoni that on the first day of vacation, he was not only pestered by reporters, but also slapped by a little woman on the street, right?

"Well, that's good. You remember, don't talk Chinese to your fans. ”

Oh, Xuanzhi was weak for a while, today he is communicating with the little girl named Apple, all in Chinese, but this is not against grandma's will.

She doesn't even know me, and she's not a fan of mine.

After thinking about it in his heart, he said: "Alamoni, do you think I'm in China, I'm in the United States, so many fans." ”

"You kid, you think grandma doesn't leave the house, you don't know anything, ah, how many Chinese are in San Francisco, you better be careful with me."

But it's late, Alamoni, who told you not to say it sooner? Xuan Zhi thought to himself, isn't it that I have Chinese ancestry, what's the big deal? Really, I don't know what grandma is doing, is it still the era of South Korea's anti-Chinese era, China and South Korea have established diplomatic relations for more than 20 years, and you are still so old-fashioned.

If you don't want people to know that I have Chinese ancestry, why teach me Chinese? He also said so seriously: "Zhi, the best way to remember your roots and remember your ancestors is to learn Chinese well." ”

Grandma was a little choked up, and he knew that grandma must have remembered those sad things again.

Of course, his Chinese was all taught by his grandparents.

Xuan Zhi has always known that his grandparents are pure Chinese.

The encounter between grandpa and grandma, the story of their bitterness, the love they have kept together for a lifetime, and the family behind the two of them, are all deep blood and tears.

Is it, the old Hanwha who lived in South Korea, the one who did not go through the Sino-Japanese War, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and the tension between China and South Korea for a time, and the anti-Chinese in South Korea? Behind that person is not full of precipitation, thick stories.

The pain in my grandmother's heart could be clearly felt when he was very young. She often looks at her father and the photos of her deceased relatives, grandpa, grandma, and his uncle.

Oh, by the way, grandma's piece of jade.......

There was a Chinese newspaper on the table, which he deliberately bought when passing through Chinatown, but let him see the news of an ancient jade auction, that ancient jade looks like grandma's piece, can't grandma's piece of jade really be the other half of this jade?

"The Jiang family's heirloom ancient jade-Yeming and its missing other half, if the two fish are combined, the value is immeasurable..... "The newspaper said.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Grandma obviously told him that the jade is the family heirloom of the Wang family, from the generation of his grandmother and grandfather to the present, how can it be your Jiang family?

Xuan Zhi looked at the newspaper seriously, this Vincent Jiang is not small, isn't it your ancestors who used some improper methods to rob half of our family's ancient jade?

But that doesn't make sense.

Xuan Zhi couldn't help but tell his grandmother the news.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Minzhi was stunned and did not speak for a long time.

"Alamoni, what's wrong with you?" Xuan Zhi asked a little strangely, he didn't know, on the other end of the phone, Wang Minzhi's hand holding the earpiece was a little trembling.

"Is there really someone auctioning the ancient jade?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Oh, yes, it seems to be someone with the surname Jiang."

"yes, I see."

"But grandma, these two pieces of jade ......."

"Wisdom," Wang Minzhi interrupted Xuan Zhi's words and said, "Grandma is a little tired, so I won't talk about these meaningless trivial things, it's late, you should rest early." ”

Is this a pointless trifle?

Putting down the phone, Xuan Zhi thought to himself, grandma, you are really, isn't it just a little family history, what's the big deal, can't you tell me?

Xuan Zhi is really puzzled.

Wang Minzhi deducted the telephone and sat down slowly on the chair.

Is this supposed to come, and will always come?

No matter how much she doesn't want to.

How I don't want to.

She actually has a name, called An Minzhi, in fact, on her certificate, she has been An Minzhi in South Korea for decades, not only her, but also her brother, who died young, is also An Minjun.

But of course she knew that Ann was just her mother's surname, and she was a descendant of the Wang family. The famous festival envoy, Yurong Wang Shijie, is her ancestor.

When his father died of illness in China, his mother, who was of Korean descent, took him and his brother back to Hwanghae-do, originally hoping to send his grandfather's ashes back to his hometown for burial.

In the midst of the war and displacement, the family never returned to China. At that time, admitting that I was a Chinese did not do any good.

Her mother was helpless, so she and her brother changed their surnames and let them claim that they were the descendants of the An family whose ancestral home was Huanghaedao. Of course, this is not a lie, her foreign public security father is the eldest grandson of the two classes of nobles - the An family of Huanghai Dao. An's ancestors visited the Qing Kingdom with envoys in previous dynasties, and her maternal grandfather was naturally an out-and-out businessman who was proficient in Chinese.

Although An's decline in the early morning was not good, the false names of these two classes also helped them get through a lot of difficult times.

Wang Minzhi was born in China, followed his mother and brother to North Korea at a young age, and finally settled down in Seoul.

The child's family, in the school inevitably said some childish comparisons, what she hated most was that people insinuated her, said that she was Chinese, and always proudly said that her ancestors were two classes of nobles.

"Hmph, I'm already the eldest son and grandson of the An family of Huanghai Dao!" She shook her little head and raised her little face so high.

When she got home that day, she spoke Korean non-stop to her mother, Ahn Soon Hee, who had worked hard all day.

Her mother gently reminded her: "Min, at home, we speak Chinese, did you do what your brother taught you Chinese today?" ”

"I don't study Chinese, and I'm not Chinese."

"Your father is Chinese, of course you are Chinese."

"I'm not, my surname is Ann."

"Shun," the mother squatted down, put her arm on her shoulder, and said, "You can't forget your roots, you know?" Your father was a great man, you know? Your grandfather is even more amazing. ”

"Yes, my grandfather is an ......."

"That's your grandfather! You must know that your grandfather was the envoy of the Qing Dynasty, and he was a national hero with a high wind and bright festival. Mother interrupted her and said very seriously.

"I don't care what the wind, what festival, anyway, I just don't want to be a Chinese, I hate Chinese!"

With a snap, her mother slapped her angrily.

She covered her face and said hatefully, "Didn't you change this surname?" ”

A word hits the fossa in the center.

She turned and ran out, her mother Shun Ji behind her, crying silently.

My brother had just come back from outside, and he understood most of the situation when he looked at it, because it was not the first time that such an argument had occurred.

She threw herself into her brother's arms and cried.

The elder brother took out a piece of candy and gave it to her, patted her on the back and said, "Min'er, do you want to know the story of grandpa and grandpa, can my brother tell you something?" ”

It's really a child, a piece of candy, and she immediately burst into tears and laughed.

"This story is a little heavy, but our family is 12 years old, isn't it? It's so smart, so I think, you must be able to understand, my brother will tell you, okay? ”

"Okay." She said.

It was the first time she had listened to the dusty family past.

The wind and smoke blow up a thick layer of dust, and time ...... The water clouds are real.

(The writer has something to say: I'm not afraid to be different, I'm afraid I'm just like everyone else.) ）