That afternoon, Wei Ran, who was driving on this road for the fourth time, parked the car at the gate of Uncle Jiang's family's courtyard for the second time.
When the two of them pushed the door and got out of the car, the family who had been waiting at the door for a long time immediately gathered around them. Mr. Jiang Ji personally hung two white hadas around the necks of Wei Ran and Xia Shushi.
"Old man, Uncle Jiang, Aunt Yangjin, and sister Ram, I didn't expect to see each other again so soon." Wei Ran greeted warmly.
"We didn't expect you to be a famous person," Ram said with a smile.
"Celebrity? What celebrity?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
Without waiting for anyone to explain, Mr. Jiang called Wei Ran and Xia Shushi inside and walked into the living room that was still filled with the smell of Zangxiang and butter tea.
Mr. Jiang's family and Xia Shushi were briefly introduced to each other, and Aunt Yang Jin also brought a variety of food including highland barley, beef jerky, etc.
After being polite, Xia Shushi, at Wei Ran's signal, first took out the newly discovered glass medicine bottles, cigarette pots, cigarette holders and other items one by one and placed them on the table. Then he took out his mobile phone and listed him and his
I pulled out the photos of glass bottles and other items that my girlfriend had found before and displayed them one by one.
"Things started more than half a month ago"
Xia Shushi cleared his throat, starting from when he and his girlfriend, ah, no, soon-to-be girlfriend came to Ganzi for a self-drive, until he invited Wei Ran to come here to look for more clues, and prepare to find the people in the photos.
Everything was explained in detail.
After his "story" was told, the sky outside the window also darkened, and Aunt Yangjin, with the help of Ram, placed a large table of sumptuous meals on the kitchen table.
"Let's talk while eating"
Mr. Jiang issued the invitation after sighing. Wei Ran and Xia Shushi immediately drank the butter tea in their bowls and sat down at the dining table as arranged by the other party.
It wasn't until Wei Ran and Xia Shushi drank the butter tea in their cups that they drank the wine. Mr. Jiang Ji insisted on refilling their cups with butter tea, and then he said, "It starts with my father. He
His name is Jiang Yu, he is an old Red Army soldier who has gone through the Long March..."
In the story of Mr. Jiang Ji, he seems not to know that his father was once called "Jiangpa Kelsang", let alone that Jampa Kelsang was once a lama.
But he knew very clearly that his father was injured during the liberation of Qamdo, and that his mother died on the battlefield in Chaoshan and was buried in the Martyrs Cemetery in Chaoshan.
In his account, since his mother died on the Chaomo battlefield, his father Jiang Yu took him and his eldest sister Zhu Hongjun to Jingchu, and it took him more than half a year to find Squad Leader Liu's wife and children.
, even his eldest sister Zhu Hongjun later married Liu Xinmin, the son of squad leader Liu.
But after returning from Jingchu, his father Jiang Yu would lead the yak to the grassland whenever he had time to look for the relics of Squad Leader Liu. He wanted to give the medicine bottle left by Squad Leader Liu to his wife and children.
I want to hand over the food for the cooking class to the organization.
But unfortunately, this wish was not fulfilled until his death.
Because of this, his father Jiang Yu made a will early on, asking the two siblings to be buried in the grassland after his death to accompany those who have not left the grassland.
"So my great-grandfather and great-aunt turned out to be the Red Army?" a girl named Ram asked in surprise, "I never knew about this."
"Don't say you don't know." Uncle Jiang picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Wei Ran and Xia Shushi, "I haven't even heard my father talk about it."
"He never allowed your aunt and I to talk about this to others. He said it was not something worth showing off."
Mr. Jiang Ji shook his head and sighed, and said to his son Jiang Xiangyang with a hint of reproach, "It's not like you. Maomao and Zhuangzhuang have only achieved little results in the army. You show off when you meet others, and you wish you could make the entire Ganzi Prefecture
People know it. If I hadn’t stopped them, wouldn’t all those honors be hung on the gate?”
The old man was lecturing his son. Wei Ran and Xia Shushi were either trying to stop him or not, so they simply picked up a large piece of beef jerky and gnawed it with gusto.
On the other hand, the female soldier Ram was gesturing with her thumbs repeatedly, as if "Grandpa was right!"
As for Aunt Yangjin, whose Chinese is not very good, she seemed to have been accustomed to it for a long time. She just smiled and poured wine and tea into everyone's bowls, and handed various kinds of food to Wei Ran, Xia Shushi and her baby daughter Lamu.
gourmet food.
"Ram, good boy, go get my bag."
Mr. Jiang Ji finished his mouth happily, and then ordered Lamu who was holding a wooden bowl to clink glasses with Wei Ran and Xia Shushi.
"I'll go right away!"
Ram drank the highland barley wine in the wooden bowl in one gulp, stood up and left the restaurant. Not long after, he came back with a felt satchel.
Taking the satchel, Mr. Jiang Ji took out two things that Wei Ran was very familiar with.
The first item is, of course, the kerosene lamp hanging in the clinic. The second item is the copper lunch box.
The old man handed over these two things. Wei Ran and Xia Shushi put down the uneaten beef jerky in unison, wiped the oil stains on their trouser legs, and then each took out a pair of rubber gloves from their pockets.
After putting it on, he took what the other party handed him.
"Old man, can I open it?" Wei Ran asked, holding the lunch box.
Mr. Jiang Ji nodded, "These two things were left to me by my mother before she went to fight against Momo. She said that if she misses her, she should light an oil lamp and use that lunch box to eat well."
Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran carefully opened the lunch box he was holding, only to find that there were several things inside.
There are two party membership certificates and a marriage certificate. In addition, there is a red plastic cover, a 32-karat notepad, a small red bag, and a pen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Those are my parents' party membership certificates and marriage certificates," Jiang Ji explained on the side, "and the honors they received."
Seeing that Uncle Jiang Xiangyang, his daughter Ram, or Xia Shushi holding an oil lamp were all gathered around, Wei Ran and Mr. Jiang Ji looked at each other, then stood up and walked to the table on the side, unpacking the contents.
Take it out and put it on the table.
Not to mention the two party membership certificates and marriage certificates, when he opened the small red bag, there was a pile of various medals from the Anti-Japanese War, the Liberation War and even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, as well as two red cap badges.
After looking at Jiang Maomao with a solemn expression, Wei Ran took out an extra pair of silk gloves from his pocket and put them on before opening the red notepad.
On the first page, there is a yellowed family photo posted on the page. In the photo, there is a young lama and nurse Ji wearing old-fashioned military uniforms. Between them, there is a little boy wearing a small military uniform, and
A half-grown girl with a rather heroic appearance.
"this is me"
Jiang Ji pointed at the little boy holding the rattle in the photo and said with a smile. His old face was also full of memories.
Wei Ran turned over a page and found that the page was filled with neat Tibetan characters.
"In the 16th to 10th years of the Tibetan calendar, I finally joined the Red Army and was responsible for lighting fires in the cooking class. However, at the end of this year, the squad leader Li Zhuang died.
Before he died, he held my hand and said something to me, but I didn't understand Chinese, so I didn't know what he said.
Fortunately, Dolma was nearby at the time, and I saw her crying, very sadly, just like how sad Lam was when she found out her father's eyes were gouged out a few years ago.
After the squad leader died, Dolma gave me this notebook. The translator told me that Dolma wanted to teach me Chinese and Chinese characters.
I wanted to learn. If I had known Chinese at that time, I would have known what they said. I really wanted to know what they said and what those friends who could not walk out of the grass said."
At the bottom of the page, Wei Ran also saw a few Chinese character phrases that looked like ghostly symbols but could still be recognized: "revolution", "anti-Japanese", "comrade" and... "Jiang Yu".
"Can you understand Zang Wen?" Xia Shushi asked Wei Ran in a low voice.
"don't know"
Wei Ran responded naturally, then looked at Ram, "Can you translate it for us?"
"Okay" Ram nodded and translated the contents of the notepad into Chinese sentence by sentence.
In this notebook, except for the occasional Tibetan calendar, there is no detailed time. What is recorded in it are mostly trivial matters after the young lama walked out of the grassland, as well as some fragmentary memories of the experience in the grassland.
The difference is that at the bottom of each page, several Chinese words appear, and the back of the page is filled with these words.
As the pages turned, Wei Ran also learned more stories about the little lama. After joining the Red Army, he worked in the cooking class for less than a year, and then was selected into the pistol class. Even that
A box cannon also became his weapon.
Later, in the Battle of Qamdo after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was also the first batch of soldiers to enter Qamdo.
After that, he was injured and retired and lost half his arm. He handed the box gun to his wife, Nurse Ji, and she took the gun to the moss battlefield, but... they never met again.
"Today, I decided to take Jiang Ji and Red Army to find Squad Leader Liu's children to see if they are doing well and if they need help."
On one of the pages, Wei Ran softly read out the neat traditional Chinese characters on the page.
In another line on this page, the young lama wrote, "I met my sister-in-law, nieces and nephews, but they didn't know that Squad Leader Liu had died.
My sister-in-law was heartbroken when she heard the bad news. My nephew Xinmin had joined the army a few years ago. Now he is returning home to visit relatives and will soon return to continue fighting against imperialism. My niece is already married and her child is still in infancy.
Struggle."
Reading further down, a line was repeated again, and the content seemed to have nothing to do with the previous paragraph, "After bringing Jiang Ji and the Red Army back, I thought about it day and night, and decided to find the belongings of Squad Leader Liu and give them to my sister-in-law as a memory.
It can be considered as an explanation to Squad Leader Liu and my nieces and nephews. But I don’t know if I can still find that hillock after such a long time.”
Continuing to turn back, the writing on the next page changed color.
"I have been teaching for twenty-nine years, and I have a premonition that my time is numbered. I have four regrets:
First, the belongings of Squad Leader Liu have not been found so far.
Secondly, during the Battle of the Mountain Castle, because I was on the battlefield for the first time, I lost the camera I borrowed from the chieftain’s house and the film I took while crossing the grass in my panic.
Thirdly, failing to cultivate more literate and patriotic Tibetan children for the country is a real disgrace to the party and the country."
After writing this, it changed to Zangwen, golden Zangwen:
The last regret is that I miss my Dolma. I have thought about it day and night since the autumn of 1952.
If people have an afterlife, even if I have to climb thousands of snow-capped mountains and walk thousands of miles of grassland, I still want to see you again."
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Wei Ran turned over the yellowed page.
On this page, it turned into blue pen writing, written in neat traditional Chinese characters, "Jiang Ji, Red Army, after I die, help me put on my old military uniform. There is no need to make a fuss about the funeral.
Telegrams were sent to the Red Army and the new people to inform the new people that the body would be sent to the depths of the grassland for sky burial.
Jiang Ji, you must concentrate on running the clinic, treating diseases and saving lives for the people. You are also a party member, so you must put the people first at all times.
Red Army, you and Xinmin should live a good life and raise your children. In addition, I apologize to Xinmin and Xinshu for me. I failed to find their father's belongings. I hope they won't blame me."
Looking up at Ram, whose eyes were red and trying to cover his mouth, as well as Mr. Jiang Ji who was sitting next to him, and even Jiang Xiangyang and Yang Jin who were sitting on his left and right to accompany him, Wei Ran pushed back the heavy page.
I read an article.
Contrary to his expectation, the next few pages were all filled with lifelike pen and ink drawings by the artist.
In these pictures, there are squad leader Liu, Zhang Erwa, Li Zhuang, Nurse Ji and the little lama himself, Jiang Yu, the sick and wounded who voluntarily left behind, and even the will carved on the pine tree.
, and nurse Wang Zhen who used her body to protect those revolutionary weapons.
There were also Squad Leader Liu who jumped into the mire just to get some horsemeat for everyone, Zhang Erwa who was about to sink in the mire, and the figures carrying Nurse Ji and carrying a load, etc.
etc.
On the back of these pen drawings, the little lama also wrote in detail what happened at that time and the difficulties he faced.
But on the last two pages, there are two glass medicine bottles and a larger wide-mouth medicine bottle.
He clearly remembered that the medicine bottle once contained their only medicine - the spores contained in horse manure.
But in this pen drawing, there seem to be two films in the medicine bottle.
"We found this"
Xia Shushi said in a hoarse voice, and at the same time he pointed at the two medicine bottles drawn on the last page.
After saying that, he looked at Jiang Ji again, "Old man, my teacher will send another medicine bottle over tomorrow."
"well..."
Mr. Jiang Ji nodded repeatedly, then turned to look at his son, "Xiang Yang, have you called your uncle and aunt?"
"Fight," Uncle Jiang Xiangyang said quickly, "They will come over tomorrow."
"Okay, okay"
Jiang Ji looked at Wei Ran and Xia Shushi again, "Boys, I want to thank you very much!"
“It’s not over yet”
Wei Ran glanced at Xia Shushi, then turned the notepad forward, pointed to the picture of the horse manure package medicine jar, and said with great seriousness, "There are four regrets for the old man. We found the relics of Squad Leader Liu."
It makes up for the first regret.
"Uncle Jiang, you have undoubtedly made up for the third regret by raising such excellent children. The old man is alive in heaven and must have met his wife.
But there is still one regret that has not been completed, so this matter is not over yet. Mr. Jiang, even if you want to thank us, you have to wait."
"Wei Ran, are you going to find this?" Xia Shushi pointed to the medicine bottle drawn on the page and asked in surprise, "This is not easy to find!"
"You can accidentally discover the first medicine bottle, and I can meet Uncle Jiang's family by chance before I have any clues."
Wei Ran said seriously, "We have encountered such a small probability thing. I believe that we will always find a way to find the lost medicine bottle."
Hearing this, Xia Shushi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Then let's give it a try!"
"So are you really a serious historian?" Ram, whose eyes were red, suddenly asked, "I thought you..."
"What?" Wei Ran, who felt that he had just become handsome, saw the girl's expression of hesitation and couldn't help but ask.
"You... take a look for yourself." Ram hesitated for a while, and finally picked up his phone and pulled out the WeChat Moments named Zhang Yang that he had just added not long ago, and then handed it to Wei Ran
.
"Wucao! I met that Soviet-Russian prostitute who is a mastermind, brothers!"
After looking at the copy of this friend circle, Wei Ran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and then clicked on the pictures under the copy.
There is a group photo taken between him, Zhang Yang and Uncle Jiang’s family at noon.
There are also news screenshots of Wei Ran who almost died in a plane crash not long ago, and there are even photos of him walking out of the airport with a group of beautiful girls.
There are even photos of him taking a large group of girls to play in the amusement park a long time ago.
"Which living god gave you this nickname?"
Xia Shushi came over to take a look and then said with great joy, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Soviet Union always has a prostitute. This nickname is louder than Suisui's Queen Inta."
"It was really unnecessary for me to pull that bastard's car out of the mud," Wei Ran muttered, twitching the corners of his mouth, which immediately made the whole room of people who were originally in a sad mood laugh out loud.
"Hey! Now let's see how you, an international scumbag, can bring trouble to the innocent and kind-hearted Miss Ram."
In the private room of a small hotel in Hongyuan County.
The self-driving traveler named Zhang Yang was sitting cross-legged on a single bed, holding a can of cold beer in his hand. He was feeling smug while looking at the WeChat Moments that had just been liked by Lamu, his newly met Tibetan soldier sister.
While muttering, he also did not forget to pick up a piece of beef jerky given by Uncle Jiang and took a big bite.
He didn't have any bad thoughts towards the girl named Ram, and he didn't have any ill intentions towards Wei Ran. He was just out of good intentions and didn't want the beautiful girl to be deceived by the scum - he didn't admit that he was jealous.
"A-sneeze! A-sneeze!"
In the Jiang family's living room, Wei Ran sneezed twice in succession. Mr. Jiang immediately urged him to take medicine, and Uncle Jiang Xiangyang also warmly invited the two brothers to stay here tonight.
