Early the next morning after Egg came to the door, Wei Ran got up as usual, urged by his biological clock, and started jogging along Lake Kaban with his dog Beria, who also got up early.
Almost immediately, the ruthless Katenka sisters also dragged Suisui and Lola, who liked to sleep in, out of their warm beds and started their daily morning exercises by the fireplace.
For Wei Ran and the girls, this seemingly ordinary morning was no different except that it was colder than yesterday. But for Ige, who had just woken up from a nightmare, it had a completely different meaning.
Lifting the thick duvet on his body, Iger carefully got down from the large and soft bed, opened the gauze curtain and looked at the two black vans blocking the door downstairs, and then looked at the blanket lying between the two cars.
The two Rottweilers with shiny black fur were on his face, but there was a look of joy on his face, as if he was surviving a disaster.
Turning his head and looking at the dark green mountaineering bag on the bedside table, Egg took off the fleece pajamas he had never worn before and put on the thermal underwear prepared for him and a set of slightly fat black Adidas three-way boots.
A pair of sportswear and a pair of white sneakers that are a little too big.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room and looking at it, Iger took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door, and immediately saw a strong man with green hair sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.
The gangster with a dangerous look on his face raised his head and glanced at Iger, immediately put down his phone and picked up an A4 paper with English greetings printed on it.
"Good morning Egg, do you want breakfast?"
Egger glanced at the smile printed on the paper, and then at the slightly silly smile on the strong man's face. He couldn't help but reveal a slightly reserved smile, and then nodded vigorously.
"Come with me"
The green-haired gangster raised a second piece of paper, then waved for Iger to follow him, and led him downstairs to the restaurant.
Without making him wait long, the green-haired gangster brought him a large plate of microwaved pie, a large glass of hot milk with floating milk skin, and two still-hot boiled eggs, plus one
Apple and a banana.
The little gangster even turned on the TV for him and put the remote control on the table.
After scratching his messy hair to disperse the unreal feeling in his mind, Egger waited until the other party left the restaurant, then picked up a piece of pie and took a big bite.
After eating this extraordinarily sumptuous breakfast, Iger wisely did not go towards the door. Instead, he went upstairs and returned to the room. He took out the tattered smartphone from his hiking bag.
Mobile phone, opened the mailbox and sent an email.
Almost at the same time, Anfiya, who had just finished breakfast, also heard the notification sound coming from the notebook. She immediately picked up the notebook, chased away the two big-eared foxes nesting together on the lounge chair by the fireplace, sat down on it, and put on the
He put on his headphones and tapped on the keyboard.
A moment later, a video window the size of a cigarette box also appeared in the corner of her laptop screen. After some shaking, the picture in the video window finally focused on a little girl with the same Asian appearance, and her
Behind him is a little white boy who seems to be younger and a little black girl.
The little girl facing the camera looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. Behind her, she looks like she is in the cabin of a small fishing boat. Through the glass window, you can see a flag waving in the wind and a piece of water.
Busy dock.
From the speaker of the laptop, there was also communication in a language that Katenka could not understand. Within ten seconds, the scene in the video fell into darkness, but the sound of communication and the sound of the whistle that sounded from time to time continued.
It never stopped.
After re-calling the video she had just taken, Katenka pulled away the big-eared fox that jumped onto her lap. While tracing the address in the screen, she used the software to identify the language she did not understand.
Glancing at Anfiya who was busy, Wei Ran bit a toothpick and wandered to the library next door. He first asked Laura for a cup of coffee, and then settled in the corner, like now
He looked like a retired cadre, listening to Sui Xin not far away playing a piece of music he had never heard before on the guzheng.
"You have such a leisurely life every day," Sui Xin said slowly while playing the guzheng.
"I am a historian"
Wei Ran replied matter-of-factly. His tone sounded like a historian who deserved to be so idle.
"Suisui is so busy that she has dark circles under her eyes," Sui Xin responded, dumbfounded.
"I can't help her with her business." Wei Ran took a sip of the fragrant coffee, "I want to help, but she still dislikes me for causing trouble."
Sui Xin rolled her eyes when she heard this, stopped what she was playing, and pointed to the piano case with Youquan next to her, "I don't mind if you are causing trouble, since you have nothing to do, why don't you play Drunken Madness again for me to listen to?"
How do you like it?"
"Why don't I, an amateur, look ugly?" Wei Ran excused himself hurriedly.
"Don't come here"
Sui Xin had already opened the piano case while speaking, "Are you embarrassed to say that you are an amateur?"
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Wei Ran spread his hands like a fool, "I'm just doing it in my spare time."
"Hurry up and play"
Sui Xin took out Guqin Youquan with a little effort and put it on the table, then waved to Lola at the bar, "Lola, help me bring a chair over."
Hearing this, Lola immediately moved a chair and placed it beside the long table, and even helped set up a pickup with extra skill.
"I'll try to play with you on the guzheng," Sui Xin said, already rocking her wheelchair to make way for Wei Ran.
"Can the guzheng also play Drunkard?"
"You'll know if you try it," Sui Xin pressed the strings, "Should you play or not?"
The girl had said something to this extent, so Wei Ran naturally couldn't refuse, so he simply put down his coffee cup, stood up and walked to the long table to sit down. And Lola, the little girl, even took the initiative to hand over one as if it was serious.
Warm wet towel.
After taking the towel and wiping his hands symbolically, Wei Ran looked at the few guests in the library and finally put his hands on the strings.
After a while, the harmonious sounds of guqin and guzheng also sounded in the empty and spacious library, and Suisui, who was busy in the office on the second floor of the library, immediately stood up and opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding up a compact telescope.
, looked at the first floor of the library through the glass, and then simply opened the window that was originally ajar.
The book visitors in the library who came to kill time also turned their attention to Wei Ran and Sui Xin.
"Do you think we can make money if we hold a concert and let them perform?" Suisui, holding a telescope, asked wildly as she lay by the window.
“I think you can try it”
Anfisa came over and agreed mindlessly, "But I rarely see my boss practicing. When did he learn it?"
"He is more idle than Beria every day," Suisui muttered, rolling her eyes, and then a proud expression appeared on her face.
After playing a drunken song, Sui Xin gently pressed the strings, but a look of helplessness appeared on her quiet face.
As the saying goes, people are more irritating than others, although the two have never cooperated, although she has played this piece of music on the guzheng before, and although there are differences between the guzheng and the guqin.
Although she has so many advantages, she has to admit in her heart that there is a big gap between her, a professional player, and Wei Ran, an amateur player. It can even be said that without her ensemble, Wei Ran's solo performance would be very different.
The effect may be better.
Are all historians so perverted...
Sui Xin muttered secretly, and then found that at some point, sisters Olga and Olena appeared at the bar.
"When did you come?" Wei Ran, who spotted the two sisters earlier, stood up and asked.
"When we came in, you were playing that song together that seemed drunk."
Olga patted the gig bag she was carrying as she spoke, "If you have a chance, would you two like to collaborate on a song with me?"
"Forget it about me being an amateur," Wei Ran expressed his attitude before Sui Xin could speak.
"I'm an amateur, right?" Sui Xin rolled her eyes and mumbled something in Chinese that only Wei Ran could understand.
Wei Ran, who pretended not to hear, glanced at Suisui who was walking from a distance, changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Finish your bet"
Olena, who had been silent just now, gestured behind her with her thumb, "I owe you a sculpture, remember? I brought it to you."
"You owe me a statue?"
Wei Ran thought about it for a while before he remembered the joking bet he made on the island in the middle of the Neva River. However, before he could say anything, Suisui rushed over and hugged the two sisters affectionately, "
You withered so quickly? Where are you?"
"It's outside the door"
Olena pointed to the vans on the side of the main entrance outside the library, "We need to move those vans, otherwise there will be no place for our cars to park when they come in."
Hearing this, Suisui immediately looked at Anfisa behind her. The latter had already taken the walkie-talkie handed over by Laura and waved Greva, who was in the office on the second floor above the bar, to move the car.
While the gangsters were going downstairs to drive the vans spray-painted with thorns out of the parking lot, Wei Ran followed the girls out of the library.
A moment later, an eight-wheel Kamaz and a new truck crane drove into the parking lot one after another. Under Wei Ran's curious gaze, several workers who got out of the car first opened the door of the library.
Directly in front of the door was a piece of canvas covered with a cone, revealing several thick bolts that had been poured into the cement.
"When did this happen?"
Wei Ran asked curiously. It was not that he had never been to the library in the past few days, and it was not that he had not noticed the area surrounded by cones, but he did not lift the canvas pressed with bricks.
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"What do you know?"
Suisui put her hands on her hips and raised her chin and said proudly, "The foundation has been poured here since the day after you made the bet."
"So you already knew you would lose?" Wei Ran asked Olena pretending to be stupid, and as expected, the little girl clenched her fists angrily.
"Is it possible that the bet was just an excuse?" Olga patted her forehead helplessly.
"Historians are not very smart," Suisui explained with a smile.
In the arrangement of these girls, the parked car hoisted the hydraulic hoe, and then extended its force arm to lift the truck bed, where the body lying on its back was tightly wrapped in thick canvas.
The sculpture was slowly righted, and then it was hoisted up again, slowly moving it right above the bolts that were as thick as wrists.
Under the command of those workers, the three-meter-high sculpture was attached to the bolts little by little, and finally touched the ground.
After the workers tightened the thick nuts one by one and sprayed them with anti-rust paint, and finally covered the bolts and nuts with cannon shells or grenade-shaped metal decorations and locked them, they removed the thick flat straps on the sculpture.
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"Do you need to pick an auspicious day?" Although Suisui said this, she handed the rope handed over by Olga to Wei Ran.
"Today is an auspicious day"
As he spoke, Wei Ran tugged on the rope, and suddenly, the huge gray canvas fell to the ground with a crash, revealing the true appearance of the sculpture.
Under the bright sunshine, there was a rust-colored soldier with only one leg. The soldier's hands were holding a Mauser rifle and a Mosin-Nagant rifle as crutches. There were also weapons everywhere on his body.
I saw the gauze wrapped in it and the medal that was vaguely visible on my chest.
The metal base he was standing on with only one leg looked like it was made of various scrap metals. What could be distinguished were artillery shell casings, tank tracks, bullet casings, various steel helmets, and...
Broken bayonets, broken gun barrels, gun bolts and even grenade casings. Of course, if you look closely, you can still find metal outlines that resemble human hands, as well as molten metal skulls, metal dolls, and broken sickles.
Hoes, large and small gears, twisted kerosene lamps, books, musical instruments and other metal daily necessities.
Looking up at the rust-colored sculpture, Wei Ran knew that his name was Time. He was the one who personally designed the logo for Time Film Studio. He was also an unknown anti-fascist during the war years.
The epitome of a soldier's short life.
In that majestic shadow, there were too many people he was familiar with, people he knew, people who died, people who survived, but none of them had any memory of him.
Some of them come from Stalingrad, some from Leningrad, some from the deserts of North Africa, some from the surrounded Teng County, some from Baiyangdian or the desperate Savage Mountain, and some from the Pacific Ocean. Isolated islands, Finland’s man-eating winter, or battlefields with foreign enemies, or even Rzhev, Berlin, the forests of Belarus, the windy and snowy Lake Ladoga, etc.
"Her name is Time"
Olena, the creator of this statue, raised her neck and introduced, "His body is made of cast iron that rusts easily, and the base is made of various unwanted war relic fragments that my father bought from the diggers. After pressing, they were poured together with molten iron.”
Withdrawing her gaze, Olena, who was standing on the side of the statue, looked at Wei Ran and said, "She was designed by you, but it is also my first official work.
The design theme I gave her is that she was born in war, but used her broken body to defend peace. He is called time, and he is also called the nameless one."
