Chapter 1173 The dusty memories in the small dilapidated building
Chapter 1173, Chapter 1173 of the Notes of a War Photographer: Dust-laden Memories in a Small Broken Building. Latest URL: At the entrance of the small foreign building, Chen Guangling whispered something to his wife, and then said to Wei Ran, "Let's go in and wait for Luo Xiang and
Mr. Liu, please come back."
"Alright"
Wei Ran nodded and followed Chen Guangling's reincarnation towards the small foreign building, leaving only Chen Guangling's wife at the door of the small courtyard, busy saying goodbye to the three staff members of the notary office.
"You must have a lot to ask, right?" Chen Guangling asked while pushing open the old wooden door.
"really"
Wei Ran patted the door frame lightly and walked upstairs while saying, "I do have many questions to ask, especially why Mr. Tao gave me this house. Does he have any relatives or apprentices?"
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"He actually thought about giving it to Mr. Liu or Luo Xiang."
Chen Guangling was extraordinarily candid, "Forget it, Mr. Liu. He is used to living in Yangzhou and will not come here at all. It will be a waste for him."
"What about you?" Wei Ran asked, "This small building is in such a good location, even if it is sold, it will cost a lot of money, right?"
"Can you sell it?" Chen Guangling asked bluntly.
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but dumbfounded. The old man entrusted this small building to him, and specifically said in his will that he would be kind to the old house for the sake of Youquan's spirit. No matter how bastard he is,
He wouldn't sell this place, not to mention he wasn't short of money at all.
"Even if it were given to us, we wouldn't have the heart to sell it."
Chen Guangling pointed to the top of his head and said with a headache, "But look at the state of this small building. You can only praise it by saying it's a donkey dung ball. I want to renovate this house, so I guess I won't say more."
It also costs one or two million. For my music store, once I have saved one or two million, the day lilies will grow hair."
At this point, Chen Guangling, who had already walked up the steps, stopped, turned around and looked at Wei Ran apologetically and said, "Wei Ran, I'm not afraid of your jokes. It was actually my idea to give this house to you, whether it's Qin
You are reassuring in both your art and your character. Only you have the ability to take good care of this small courtyard so that it will not be ruined. This can be regarded as fulfilling the regret that Mr. Tao has always had."
"Aren't you afraid that I will resell it?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"I believe I won't see the wrong person"
Chen Guangling was extremely confident when he said this, "I also believe that if you didn't sell the piano for 5 million back then, you won't sell this small building now or in the future."
Hearing this, Wei Ran did not continue the topic. He followed the other party upstairs and asked another question he had just asked, "Does Mr. Tao have any disciples in his family?"
"Oh! Don't mention it"
Chen Guangling waved his hand, led Wei Ran into another room on the second floor, motioned for him to sit on an old-fashioned red leather folding chair next to the Eight Immortals table, and then used an electric kettle that he had obviously bought not long ago to boil two bottles of mineral water.
, took out two paper cups from the plastic bag, put a small pinch of tea leaves on the table, and then sat on another chair and explained, "Mr. Tao was a pillar of the local opera club before he was reorganized.
After it opened, he led a group of people to set up a troupe and performed in various places and made a lot of money."
Chen Guangling pointed to the top of his head, "That was the time when Mr. Tao was at his most prosperous. He even bought this small building at that time after spending a lot of money to beg his grandfather to sue his grandmother.
He also had a son and a close disciple who were both members of his opera troupe. His son was even better at playing the erhu, and he found a partner who sang Beijing drums. At that time, they both performed on radio stations. Mr. Tao
I originally planned to renovate this small building for his son’s wedding.”
"Then what"
"Why don't you tell me your fate?"
Chen Guangling shook his head, "First there was a fire in the troupe's warehouse. Mr. Tao's lungs were damaged trying to save people, and then his son had a car accident on the way to perform with his partner in another place. Before he could finish both of these things, his
Seeing that the troupe was about to fall apart, the direct disciple whom he raised as his son actually went abroad with a female boss in the south who sells foreign junk and never came back."
"Going abroad?"
"At that time, everyone thought it was good to go abroad, so they kept their heads high and ran away."
Chen Guangling stood up and picked up the hot water kettle to make some tea for Wei Ran. At the same time, he explained with emotion, "Mr. Tao was such a capable person back then. Although his ability to play the piano was passed down from his family, his ability to play the piano was passed down from his family.
He only had a great voice. Later, when his voice became hoarse and his family was gone, he picked up the craft of playing the harp again.
Luo Xiang and his master, Mr. Liu, learned half of their craftsmanship from Mr. Tao. And my family's piano shop, when Luo Xiang and I were the same age, sold all the high-quality pianos at high prices.
Mr. Tao made it."
Chen Guangling put down the kettle and sat down again and sighed again, "It's a pity that since the troupe and his son and apprentice died one after another, Mr. Tao has been completely devastated. He spends every day guarding this small building and playing the piano.
Later, his health became worse and worse, and then he was taken to the south by Mr. Liu, who was like a half-disciple."
"His apprentice who was shut down never came back?" Wei Ran asked in shock.
"I haven't even sent a letter back, let alone come back to read it."
Chen Guangling shook his head, "That white-eyed wolf probably surrendered to the enemy. He might have died outside."
"well"
Wei Ran sighed, but he didn't know what to say. Mr. Tao had really tasted all the five flavors of life.
"We deliberately didn't say hello to you before the house thing happened. You won't blame us, right?" Chen Guangling brought the topic back and asked apologetically.
"What did Teacher Chen say?" Wei Ran waved his hand. Of course he wouldn't blame them. He was just getting an advantage and acting like a good boy.
Hearing this, Chen Guangling was completely relieved. He took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two cigarettes and shared them with Wei Ran. After lighting them, he took a puff and said, "That's okay. We'll take you to the hotel to rest later."
If I take you a day or two to go through all the procedures, I will entrust this small building to you from now on."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he finished speaking, Chen Guangling's wife sent a message. Seeing this, Chen Guangling immediately unplugged the water heater, took Wei Ran downstairs, and locked the door.
After entering the courtyard gate of this small foreign-style building, he followed Chen Guangling's wife and got into an online car-hailing car.
"Aren't we going to wait for Mr. Luo Xiang and Mr. Liu?" Wei Ran asked before closing the door.
"No wait, let's meet at the hotel entrance later."
Chen Guangling's wife explained, "Mr. Liu just called and said that Mr. Tao's body will be cremated tomorrow morning. We went over to take a last look, and then he left with Mr. Tao's ashes."
With the other party's arrangement, Wei Ran naturally couldn't say anything and just let the couple settle themselves in a hotel not far away.
When they arrived, Chen Luoxiang was already supporting Mr. Liu and waiting at the door.
The group exchanged a few words, agreed on a time for the next day, and then went back to their rooms.
It was only at this time that Wei Ran had time to put on his ring and watch again, and by the way, he made a video call to Suisui, who had sent the message, and introduced the ins and outs of the matter.
The next morning, before Wei Ran left the hotel, he deliberately took out the Rollei dual-lens reflex camera from the metal book and hung it around his neck.
When Mr. Liu and Chen Guangling's family arrived at the funeral home in two cars, Mr. Tao's remains had been professionally arranged and made up, so that he looked more energetic than before.
"Let me take a portrait of him," Wei Ran asked, looking at Mr. Liu.
"Okay, I'll excuse you." Mr. Liu, who had specially changed into a black gown, nodded and agreed to Wei Ran's request.
Wei Ran borrowed a chair from the staff of the funeral home and stood on it, condescendingly taking a portrait of the peaceful Mr. Tao.
He bowed to bid farewell to Mr. Tao amidst the sad music, and the only five people who came to see him off also fell silent.
After an extremely long wait in silence, a bag of ashes was delivered by the staff, and Mr. Liu personally put it into the piano box that once belonged to Guqin Youquan.
Taking one last look at the thin photo album placed in the piano case, Mr. Liu sighed, slowly closed the lid, and then took out a roll of rice paper and a bottle of pulp that had been prepared in advance from his bag.
Mu, with the help of Chen Luoxiang, carefully sealed the lid of the piano box.
Finally, he packed the piano case with a blue and white piano bag. Mr. Liu said, "I will take Luo Xiang and send Uncle Tao back to his ancestral grave for burial. Guangling, I will trouble you about the matter here. Wei Ran, Tao
Please help me develop one of your uncle’s photos.”
"Don't worry, Mr. Liu." Wei Ran nodded and made a promise.
Watching Mr. Liu holding the piano bag and getting into the rented car under the guidance of his apprentice Chen Luoxiang, Wei Ran and the other three looked at each other, got into another car they rented temporarily last night, and left.
This is the only sad funeral home.
Even with Chen Guangling's help, it took Wei Ran two full days to go through all the procedures and get the small foreign-style building under his name.
After bidding farewell to Chen Guangling and his wife who originally wanted to take him to the airport, Wei Ran did not go to the airport. Instead, he took a taxi back to the small single-family house.
After unlocking the door of the small courtyard, Wei Ran pushed the door open and entered the courtyard, silently looking at this historical building that could almost be regarded as a cultural relic.
The area of this small building itself is quite similar to that of the villa on the shore of Kaban Lake, which is about four to five hundred square meters. However, the L-shaped yard is obviously much smaller in comparison.
It was only two to three hundred square meters, and at least one-third of the area was taken up by the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves and the small flower bed behind the ginkgo tree.
The remaining two hundred or so square meters in front of the building are mostly occupied by those iron houses. Not only that, the other two sides of this small building are not surrounded by a yard, although they are close to the fence.
There was a distance of two meters, but it was already filled with all kinds of debris and garbage. He even found hundreds of 16-cell briquettes placed against the wall behind the villa and covered with several layers of plastic sheets.
Obviously, these briquettes have existed for a long time. Not only have most of them been turned into slag by wind and rain, but even the blue brick floors and cement walls have been stained black.
As he walked around, he noticed that in addition to the three floors above ground, this downstairs building seemed to have a one-and-a-half-floor basement.
But for some unknown reason, not only were the windows around the basement on this floor tightly sealed with red bricks and cement, but he couldn't even find the entrance to the basement from the first floor.
Could it be filled in?
Wei Ran muttered but didn't think much about it. He walked up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor and walked around. Except for the two rooms he visited yesterday, the remaining rooms on this floor were all empty.
of.
Continue walking up the creaking wooden stairs to the third floor. The room on this floor is filled with a lot of debris, including some dusty Eight Immortals tables and matching benches, round stools, and stacks of
Together with the camphor wood boxes, there are even some traditional Chinese musical instruments such as drums.
But without exception, these things seemed to have more or less traces of being burned. In one of the rooms, he also saw a group photo hanging on the wall.
In this one-meter-long group photo, there are about twenty men and women wearing costumes with various facial makeup, and there are also staff members smiling and clasping fists around them. Behind the group photo, there seems to be a spectator.
It looks like a very professional stage.
See all the flowers in Chang'an
Wei Ran closed the door of this room with a sigh, as if he had closed a part of his memory that Mr. Tao had dusted away for a long time and did not want to mention.
After removing some debris piled on the stairs, Wei Ran climbed up to the attic three floors up with considerable difficulty.
The attic, which was filled with dust as thick as three feet, was even messier than the third floor. Some of the camphor wood boxes placed randomly still showed traces of mushrooms that once grew there, especially the dormer windows, which were already old.
It has been in disrepair for a long time, and traces of rain leaks can be seen everywhere.
Going downstairs with dust all over his body, Wei Ran finally understood why Chen Guangling dropped this pie on his head - if he wanted to restore this house, it would probably be no better than when he restored the house on the shore of Kaban Lake that once belonged to a candy company.
How much more relaxing is the villa?
To put it more bluntly, it would probably take a lot of money to make this small building similar to the Western-style cafes around it.
Obviously, Chen Guangling couldn't afford it on his own, so he simply found a relatively reliable wealthy family to adopt the house.
So in the eyes of others, I am considered a rich person?
Wei Ran muttered in hindsight, but when he looked back and thought about it, he seemed to be considered a rich man. Especially when he came back this time, the bluffing special plane that made him feel so painful might not be a good thing for him.
The label of rich man adds a lot of points.
While he was thinking wildly, a car slowly stopped at the entrance of the courtyard. After a while, as the car door opened, Wei Ran's parents also got out of it.
"Are you kidding me again?" Wei Ran's mother asked before the car door closed.
"What did I do?" Wei Ran, who was lost in thought, asked confusedly.
"You just said on the phone that someone gave you another small mansion?"
Wei Ran's father had already reached the door of the small courtyard while he was talking, "Why do people keep giving you small buildings? Have you embezzled something?"
"As an international student studying for a Ph.D. in Maozi, what can I do to embezzle?"
Wei Ran slapped his forehead helplessly. It was indeed him who called the old couple here, but he called his parents here just to help.
"Then why do I give you such a gift?"
Wei Ran's mother changed her tone mid-sentence and said with a look of disgust, "Why does this small building look so dilapidated? Are you a silly boy who was deceived? But this location is really good."
"It's a long story. You still remember the guqin bed I brought back from Maozi, right?"
Wei Ran greeted the two of them and walked inside the small building, explaining the ins and outs of the matter. By the way, he also showed them around the upstairs and downstairs.
"He is also a poor old man." After listening to the story and visiting the small building, Wei Ran's father couldn't help but sigh.
"Mr. Tao entrusted this small building to you, what are you going to do?" Wei Ran's mother asked a more realistic question.
"If you can't live in it, put it aside. It needs to be repaired at least."
Wei Ran pointed to the roof, "As you just saw, those dormer windows and the fireplace chimney are leaking, and the basement is also sealed. The miscellaneous garbage in the yard also needs to be cleaned up. I
This is not usually in the country, your travel agency is not busy anyway, and it is not far away, so why not?”
"Help you repair your house, right?"
Wei Ran's mother looked at the small western-style buildings around her and happily said, "Okay, I'll call your second uncle later to see if their construction team has time, so we can clean up the garbage first.
Already."
“You can’t throw away the furniture and camphor wood boxes on the third floor and attic.”
Wei Ran said, "You have to rent a warehouse for me and store it there first. Those are Mr. Tao's relics. I have to ask how to deal with them."
"Do you still need to remind me?"
After Wei Ran's mother finished speaking, she changed the subject, "When will that girl Suisui come back? It will be the Chinese New Year in more than half a month."
“I’ll be back in two days.”
Wei Ran replied while locking the courtyard door. While he was busy here, Suisui had also negotiated a cooperation agreement with Lothar who came to the door. According to what was said in the video last night, she would handle the beginning and end.
Just came back.
Because of this, Wei Ran stopped going back and forth and just waited at home.
While chatting about their respective arrangements, Wei Ran consciously got into the driver's seat of the car. He first drove his parents to the hotel where they stayed last night to pick up Guqin Youquan and check out of the house. Then he took his parents to the travel agency store they ran.
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Not surprisingly, the big screen used for promotion in the store not only played the video of Wei Ran's first interview a few years ago, but also the entire content of his participation in the Wilderness Survival Invitational Tournament organized by Suisui not long ago.
After spending most of the day acting like a mascot in this travel agency store, Wei Ran rushed to the high-speed rail station with his parents after get off work.
However, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he bought a ticket to the capital. Suisui sent a message not long ago that they would be back tomorrow and he had to pick them up.
We parted ways and rushed to the capital. Suisui's domestic partners also sent the van over early.
However, after Wei Ran took over the car, he did not find a hotel to stay in. Instead, he drove straight to the suburbs, and finally drove into the patch of peach hidden among the mountains, which was specially used to pick up transport vehicles.
Linli.
As before, he dug up the gravel at the door and carefully inspected it. Seeing that the ampoules were not damaged, Wei Ran carefully inspected the small courtyard with an iron roof, and finally gritted his teeth and endured the pain like needle pricks.
Torture took out the transport truck.
Wei Ran, who lay on the gravel ground and took a few deep breaths, and was covered in cold sweat from the pain, got up unsteadily, opened the door of the rear living cabin and climbed in.
"Why are you here?"
Wei Ran glanced at the cans on the table in the living cabin in surprise. The bottles were filled with full-sized jasmine seeds, and this can was originally placed in the gas mask shoulder bag.
After some muttering, Wei Ran didn't think much about it. He opened the safe that was not locked and there was no need to lock it. Then he took out the food box and took out the film recording Nagatsuka Joeji's crimes of humiliating and abusing the American female pilot, as well as Hugo.
He took out the film of the murder of Nagatsuka Joeji and put it into the safe. Then he took out the various document procedures related to the small western-style building that took two days to go through from the bag and put them in together.
After taking it out for the rare occasion, Wei Ran simply went into the bathroom, sat in the sauna tub and steamed, then put on clean clothes and lay down on the single bed fixed to the carriage.
That night, Wei Ran slept very soundly in the DT30 transport truck. When it was bright the next day, he got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed clothes, put the can containing jasmine seeds into his pocket, and endured the pain.
The transport truck was put away due to the severe pain.
"Can I throw them in after killing someone?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then shook his head to dispel the dangerous thought, drove away and rushed to the airport.
While he was driving to the airport, Wei Ran's mother had also rushed to the small western-style building with several of her brothers from the same village and two trucks of workers. After symbolically putting up a dustproof net at the door, she boldly
The work of dismantling the tin houses, cleaning up the garbage, and moving the old items began.
While everyone was busy in their own way, Wei Ran, who bought a bouquet of flowers, finally received Suisui, whom he hadn't seen for just two days, as well as sisters Katenka and Lu Xinda who had followed Suisui back. To his surprise, this time
Lola and her sister didn't even follow.
"They followed Sui Xin and went to her house to celebrate the festival."
Suisui rode on the suitcase and explained in Russian that Lu Xinda could not understand, "Originally I planned to have Lu Xinda's brother Egg come over to celebrate the New Year, but I heard from Greva that Egg seemed to be invited by the Simpsons in Australia.
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"This little girl doesn't know?" Wei Ran responded also in Russian.
"I asked, but she and Iger didn't celebrate the Spring Festival at all. Her father was still there during the last Spring Festival. That was many years ago."
"Where's Ji Ma? He and Maya can't come this year?" Wei Ran asked as he pushed his suitcase.
"He doesn't have time"
A proud smile appeared on Suisui's face, "Lotal, who came to our house to negotiate cooperation, decided to let Jima try to be their sports product advertising spokesperson after my recommendation.
In addition, Jima will also use the polar ski equipment provided by Lothar's company to complete the crossing challenge from the abandoned labor camp we visited to the place where Mr. Mesut died.
Of course, a logistics team will follow the entire journey of more than a thousand kilometers, and it will eventually be filmed into a documentary with the theme of polar scenery and wildlife. Also, Time Film Studio is responsible for the filming."
After saying this, Suisui asked with great interest in Chinese that Lu Xinda could understand but the Katenka sisters could not understand, "That Mr. Tao really gave you a small building?
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Wei Ran nodded and said as he led them to the parking lot, "I feel similar to Mr. Dominic. Unfortunately, Mr. Tao doesn't have any heirs."
“Speaking of Dominica”
Suisui raised her head and said to Wei Ran, "The rich lady Kou is coming to us to experience the Spring Festival. Also, do you have time to take me to see that small western-style building?"
"Kou Kou is coming?" Wei Ran thought for a while and said nonchalantly, "Come on if you want. Grandma's house can accommodate you anyway. When do you plan to go see that small foreign-style building?"
"We must go home first," Suisui made the decision without even thinking about it.
