The next day, Qi Luoling and Xu Xiaoya took Metro Line 2 to Jing'an Road. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After getting off the subway, Qi Luoling looked dazed, as if she had entered a labyrinth, and she couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest. She could only silently follow behind Xu Xiaoya.

Out of the subway entrance, Xu Xiaoya asked the staff how to get to the street of the French restaurant. The staff told them they had to take a few bus stops to get there.

So, they walked to the bus station and boarded the bus to that street.

Twenty minutes later, the bus arrived at the terminal, where the street was. The street is beautiful, with shady French plane trees and fine bungalows on both sides.

After getting out of the car, they asked a few locals along the way, walked for another ten minutes, crossed an east-west street, and turned left at the second intersection to reach the French restaurant they were looking for.

A two-storey white building facing the street, with a white pointed roof on the roof, all the walls are white, and there is a long white fence in front of the building, and there is a long row of flower stands in front of the fence. Flowers and grass are spread all over the flower stand. On the far right, by the side of the flower stand stands a large billboard: Fontaine French Restaurant.

They pushed open the white picket fence and walked in. A middle-aged woman wearing a coffee-colored trench coat, a black A-line skirt, and high heels and boots walked out of the restaurant on the first floor and looked at them with a smile. The pale yellow fluffy curls move and flow when she walks, and she looks like a woman with a good temperament.

Probably she was the owner of the restaurant, and they greeted her.

"Hello! Are you going to eat here? ”

"No, we're going to ask you about someone too."

"Oh, then please come in."

Walking into this restaurant is like entering a palatial palace. The restaurant is romantic and elegant, with a French flair throughout.

Qi Luoling noticed an old black piano against the wall.

Qi Luoling involuntarily walked to the piano and gently put her hand on the shell of the piano, and a sense of déjà vu arose. She didn't understand how this familiar feeling came about, as if a once familiar note had broken into her head.

"Excuse me, ....... this piano"

"This piano has been sitting here for a long time, and no one has touched it." The middle-aged woman replied

"How long has that been there?"

"I don't know, grandma runs this shop, it's here."

"May I ask if your grandmother's name is Song Ying?"

"Yes."

"She's what we're looking for."

The middle-aged woman looked at her in surprise: "What are you looking for her?" ”

"We want to inquire about someone."

"Oh, it's a misfortune, she's been going to church for the past two days, and she's not at home now," said the middle-aged woman, "and the old man won't be back until tomorrow morning, and you'll leave your phone number, and I'll let you know when the time comes." ”

Qi Luoling left her phone number with the middle-aged woman, and then she looked deeply at the black piano for a few moments, and finally left the French restaurant.

At a quarter past nine the next morning, the middle-aged woman called and said that the grandmother had returned, and the old man had promised to see them.

Although the old lady was over ninety years old, she was in good spirits, her eyes were bright and her ears were deaf, her silver-white hair was neatly combed back, and her eyes were deeply sunken. The old man looked kind, and his face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum. She wears a light patterned cardigan.

When the old man saw Qi Luoling, he was a little surprised, and his eyes stayed on her for a long time.

"Hello, do you know a Korean descendant surnamed Dun who stayed in Shanghai?" Qi Luoling asked.

The old man stared at her without turning his eyes and did not speak, Qi Luoling thought that he had not expressed it clearly, and then said: "I'm sorry, I don't know the full name of the person I was looking for, I only know her surname Dun." ”

At this time, the old man spoke: "I knew a woman of Korean descent with the surname Tun a long, long time ago. ”

"Where does she live?"

"You want to find her?"

"Yes, where is she?"

"She's long gone."

"Deceased?"

"She's ten years older than me, and she must have lived to be over a hundred years old. Sadly, though, she died at a young age. ”

"What was the cause of death?"

"She gave birth to her own daughter and died of massive hemorrhage."

"Oh, and where is her daughter?"

"I don't know, it seems to have been taken away by her friends. ＂

"Doesn't she have a husband?"

"Yes She was pregnant at the end of World War II and her husband was in a hurry to return to Poland to take care of the family affairs."

"Her husband is Polish?"

"Yes, he was a Polish Jew living in Shanghai."

"And then?"

At that time, he promised to return to Shanghai to pick her up as soon as the matter was settled, but when he returned to Shanghai again, he found that his wife had died and the child had not yet died. When he wanted to find his child, the war of liberation had already begun, and people were panicking, so he hurried back to Poland and never returned. ”

"And where are his children?"

"As I said, the girl has been taken away by his wife's friend."

"Why should the child be given to her friend? Doesn't she have a family? “

"When the family fled to Shanghai, her family worked for the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea at the time, and some died of illness or disease."

"It's unfortunate that all of my family members have died?"

"Yes, she once told me that her family has suffered misfortune for generations, and there are few people, and I heard that the whole family was cursed a hundred years ago."

"What kind of curse?"

She was silent.

"So, old man, you know this woman very well, right?"

The old man looked out the window, his gaze long and blurred, as if frozen in that long time.

Finally, the old man nodded.

"And does she have this butterfly mark on her arm?"

Qi Luoling rolled up the sleeve of her right hand, revealing the red butterfly birthmark.

The old lady looked surprised again, but she shook her head and said, "The woman did not have it on her arm, but her husband, who was also the Jew, had this birthmark on his right arm." ”

"Is that the Jew from Poland? ”

"Yes. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll go upstairs and get something." The old lady went upstairs to get a thick photo album, and because of the old time, many black and white photos were yellowed or even blurred.

She put on her reading glasses, flipped through a few photos in the album, and pointed at Qi Luoling. Among them were a handsome young woman and a skinny young foreign man. The two of them should be in their twenties, the woman's sweet expression, the man's calm smile, and the innate melancholy temperament of an artist. Two of them are pictures of young men playing the piano.

Qi Luoling was shocked to find that the man was seeing the young Jewish man in his dream after his car accident.

His name is Ebenezer, and he comes from a musical family in Poland. When he was in Shanghai, he mainly taught piano for a living. He used to teach me too. Every weekend, he went to the Moses Church in Whampoa to play guard music and choir music. “

"Have you ever heard him play a particular tune, a song called the devil's sorrow?"

The old man thought for a moment, shook his head, and finally pointed to the old-fashioned piano in the corner of the restaurant and said, "He left this piano, and he taught me to play the piano here." “

Qi Luoling walked to the silent piano and gently placed her hand on the piano, feeling that it was like a living creature, it breathed, breathed and breathed, as long as her hand brushed it, its breathing would become rapid, just like meeting a loved one.

She stood quietly at the piano for a while, and finally said goodbye to the old man and left the French restaurant.