When the white light faded again, before Wei Ran could see everything around him clearly, he smelled the rich aroma of coffee, and at the same time felt the bumps from under his butt, and even heard the international songs sang in various languages ​​around him.

The vision returned to normal. The first thing he saw was a smallest kerosene lamp hanging above his head, and then he noticed that he was lying in a truck with tarp.

He could clearly see the light released by the shaking oil lamp hanging above his head.

Beside him, Joseph was extracting coffee into a German lunch box using the coffee pot that originally belonged to Clermont.

On the other side of him, Yu Yanlin held the harmonica that once belonged to Clermont, and played the accompaniment of the International Song sang in the carriage, while in his hand, he also held the harmonica.

Before he could put the harmonica to his mouth, the song had already finished singing the last line. Joseph had already put down the coffee pot that had completed the extraction work, and handed the German lunch box containing espresso to Wei Ran.

Just as Joseph turned off the heating lamp and put away the coffee pot, Yu Yanlin next to him also put away the harmonica, then picked up a bottle of milk and poured it into the German kettle.

Before he could finish pouring it, Joseph also took out a small bottle of medicine and unscrewed it, poured all the sugar inside into the kettle, then took out a spoon from the bag, took the lunch box and stirred it vigorously.

"One glass per person"

Joseph said in much more skillful French. At the same time, he also held an eggshell cup in one hand and poured half a cup of equal amount into the various cups that stretched over.

Dividing the remaining small cups into three parts, Joseph raised his glass and said, "Let us wish Louis a happy birthday."

"Happy birthday!" Many international brigade soldiers in the truck truck raised various cups amid cheers.

"Thank you, thank you."

Yu Yanlin said gratefully in French, then changed into his native language and said, "Actually, today is not my birthday at all."

"no?"

"Of course not, I celebrated my lunar birthday."

Yu Yanlin said, "My birthday on the third day of the first lunar month is still 40 days away, but how can I explain our lunar calendar to them?"

"You've always counted on your days?"

Wei Ran asked subconsciously, and at the same time he also learned the exact time node from this "complaint", January 3, 1937.

"I've always counted my days."

Yu Yanlin took a sip of coffee and said, "By fingers, counting the days. Since I went abroad, I have been doing this every year, counting which day of New Year, which day of spring, which day of Qingming Festival, which day of Dragon Boat Festival, and which day of August Festival."

"I'm missing home?" Wei Ran asked.

"Yes, how can you not miss home?"

Yu Yanlin stared at the cup in his hand in a daze, "I dreamed that I was going home yesterday, dreaming of Chuncai and my mother, my sister-in-law and others steam rice cakes and dumplings together, dreaming that my father was packing fish, and dreaming that my brother and a few younger brothers bought a lot of candy cubes, and were calling me to post couplets."

"return..."

Wei Ran paused, "What else did you dream about?"

"I still dreamed..."

Yu Yanlin smiled and shook his head, "You definitely don't believe it. I also dreamed that the Japanese were driven away, that even the foreign concessions were gone, that my brother had the Japanese's heads piled up a large Jingguan by the Huangpu River, and that the reporter took photos of him."

"What else have you dreamed of?" Wei Ran asked.

"I still dreamed"

Yu Yanlin said this, his face full of smiles, "I also dreamed that Chuncai followed me to study abroad. He went to the United States and was still the one who served us. Do you still remember Aaron?"

"Remember" Wei Ran nodded.

"He took photos for us."

Yu Yanlin's face had an unstoppable smile, "I also dreamed that I took Chuncai to Antarctica, saw the smelly penguin you told me before, and as you said, I braised a lot of penguin paws.

As soon as I turned my head, the large plate of penguin handed to the table for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Everyone was there at that time.

You are here, Clermont is here, Aaron and Joseph are here, Sage and Viola are here, do you remember them?"

"Remember, why don't you remember?" Wei Ran smiled.

"In our dream, we set up several tables, each one sat full of them, and my father also prepared the best..."

Speaking of this, Yu Yanlin, who had originally planned to continue talking, buried his head in his arms - he missed home, when Chinese people had to go home no matter what.

After drinking the sweet and milky coffee in the cup, Wei Ran shook his head at Joseph and others who were looking at him, then touched him, took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed it to everyone.

"Your dream..."

Wei Ran lit a cigarette, leaned back on the railing, took a sip of happiness, and said in the squirting clouds, "A lot of it can be achieved. You can definitely go back for a reunion dinner, and the Japanese will definitely be driven away.

The foreign concession is gone, and I don’t know whether your brother can build a Jingguan, but as long as I have the chance, I will definitely build a Jingguan for you, right next to the Huangpu River.”

Seeing that Yu Yanlin had raised his head and looked at him with red eyes.

Wei Ran took a sip of cigarettes again and continued to say in Chinese that only the other party could understand, "When the Anti-Japanese War is victorious, you can take Chuncai to study abroad. Go to the United States, go anywhere you want, and go to Antarctica."

"Just think about it"

Yu Yanlin wiped his eyes randomly, "How could there be such a chance..."

"Why didn't there be a chance?" Wei Ran said confidently, "There must be a chance."

"Let's consider these when we've driven away all the magic sucking silk"

Yu Yanlin took the cigarette handed over by Wei Ran, "If I am still alive, I will definitely take Chuncai to have a walk around the place."

"What are you talking about?" Just then, Joseph also joined the topic.

"Talking about Louis' dreams," Wei Ran said bluntly in Russian, "He misses home."

“I miss home too”

Joseph said, "I had a dream yesterday, it was a good dream."

"What did you dream about?" Wei Ran asked, "Is it OK to use French?"

"certainly"

Joseph changed into French that Yu Yanlin and most soldiers in the carriage could understand, and also lit a cigarette, "I dreamed that I was back in Minsk, my wife and children went to the train station to pick me up. They brought me a big bouquet of flowers and a bottle of vodka."

"Uncle Joseph, what else have you dreamed of?" one of the young soldiers asked in German French.

"I also dreamed of Comrade Stalin."

Joseph pointed to his chest, "He is still here to give me a medal."

"What kind of medal is it?" asked another young soldier, who was even using authentic Russian this time.

"Vodka Medal"

Joseph blinked and said in French, "Comrade Stalin said I stole too much medical alcohol, so I was rewarded with a vodka."

After saying this, the carriage was filled with laughter again.

“I dreamed yesterday too”

A soldier Wei Ran had never seen before said, "I dreamed that I became a hero. The mayor in our town not only wanted to set up a statue for me in the square, but also wanted to marry his daughter to me, and then I woke up in fear."

"Isn't this a good thing?" a soldier next to him asked in confusion.

"It's really a good thing"

The dreaming soldier said helplessly, "And the mayor's daughter is very beautiful and a very well-educated lady."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"My wife won't agree"

The dreaming soldier said helplessly, "I'm just dreaming. She has already rushed into my dream with an axe and is about to kill me."

In the midst of anger, the soldiers in the car also had topics and discussed the dreams they had and had had.

"You miss home too?" Wei Ran asked Joseph who was distracted.

The veteran was holding an Orthodox cross in his hand, and in addition, there was a small photo.

In addition to a woman of similar age to Joseph, there is also a young man who looks about the same age as Yu Yanlin.

"I miss home, miss them."

Joseph smiled and handed the photo to Wei Ran, "This is my wife Dasha, this is our son Ivan. He is 19 years old this year and is already a member of the Communist Youth League."

"He is an excellent young man," Wei Ran praised.

"When I left home, he already had a girlfriend."

Joseph smiled, took the photo handed back by Wei Ran and stuffed it into his arms, "When I go back, maybe they all have children."

"They will definitely wait for you to go back before holding the wedding," Wei Ran said.

"I had a fight with them when I left," Joseph said regretfully, "I shouldn't have had a fight with them."

"Why?" Wei Ran asked.

"They don't want me to come to Spain." Joseph did not mean to hide it, "They are worried that I will die here."

"But you're here anyway"

"I came secretly"

Joseph smiled a little embarrassedly, "Don't laugh at them, they just worry that I'm dying here, they..."
To be continued...