On September 18th, Wei Ran took the girls and Uncle Jiang, who was also invited as a relative, to enjoy a local farm banquet at Sister Juan's house.
It was on this night when Wei Ran and others who had drunk too much took advantage of the darkness to rush back to the hotel in the county town in a car driven by Anfisa who had deliberately not drank. The morning memorial ceremony in front of Li Zhuang's tomb also happened.
It was featured on a local TV news channel.
The news was originally nothing. The content was just "paying homage to the revolutionary martyrs", and it did not even reveal the details of the content to be broadcast during the National Day.
But just such a piece of news spread at an unexpected speed thanks to the limelight attached to "well-known historian Mr. Wei Ran" and the nonsense nickname he didn't like.
"Guan Nie Nie! Why is this boy on TV? I have met him and even smoked together!"
In the security room at the entrance of the Mountain Castle Memorial Hall, the security guard who was over fifty years old subconsciously exclaimed in their local dialect when he noticed the news on TV.
By the Yellow River, in a Delica van that had been parked on the roadside for two days, Zhang Yang, who had just cooked tomato and egg rice bowl, had not had time to find today's electronic mustard, but he saw Wei Ran and Wei Ran again on the news.
Uncle Jiang.
"Wucao! Why is the total whore brother still with Uncle Jiang? Isn't Ram also here?"
Zhang Yang let out an exclamation and subconsciously wanted to send a message to Ram who had never chatted with him since he added WeChat.
But in the end, he was once again too shy to send even a single expression. He reached out and pulled his two-dimensional wife's pillow and sat under his butt. He put a big spoonful of rice into his mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
, while browsing this news related to Weiyan.
Time flew by to the last day of September. A certain historian who had returned home ten days ago finally stopped playing with the samples of the time-travel machine that he had almost smashed.
At noon that day, he and Suisui packed their luggage early, said goodbye to the elderly at home, took the high-speed train to the capital, and followed the staff who came to pick them up at the station to the hotel they had arranged in advance.
Before they even entered the hotel lobby, they saw Mr. Jiang Ji's family, who were also invited, as well as squad leader Liu's grandchildren.
This time, he not only saw Ram in military uniform, but also Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was also in military uniform. Both brothers and sisters had several particularly conspicuous military medals hanging on their chests.
"Let me introduce you."
The two sides greeted each other, and Ram, who was wearing military uniform, introduced enthusiastically, "This is my brother Jiang Zhuangzhuang, and his name is Deji in Zang language."
"Hello, Comrade Wei Ran."
Seeing that Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was in his mid-twenties, raised his hand to salute neatly, and then when Wei Ran subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to return the salute, he took the initiative to reach out and shake his hand warmly.
"Hello...hello"
Wei Ran couldn't help but shook his head as he was tightly held by the hands that were densely covered with calluses and had an eye-catching scar on the back of his hands.
This soldier, who looked no older than him, was burlier than in the photo, and his temperament was more friendly, but at the same time, he also instantly smelled the unique aura of a veteran from his body.
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran, who was wearing a formal suit and a pair of flat glasses that showed off his scholarly temperament, enthusiastically introduced Suisui beside him to the Jiang family.
Their greetings had just ended when Sister Juan and her family also walked out one by one from another business car that had just driven to the entrance of the hotel.
The two parties greeted each other one by one, and Wei Ran also saw Xia Shushi and his prospective girlfriend Qin Qi, who were also invited.
After getting to know each other again, everyone walked into the hotel together.
"What are the plans for tomorrow?" Wei Ran asked Xia Shushi in a low voice while waiting for check-in.
"Just visit the one you find..."
"Correction, we all found it together." Wei Ran said quickly.
"Then we all found it together."
Xia Shushi said nonchalantly, "Anyway, let's go visit those precious photos together tomorrow, and then each of us will be interviewed on-site. But don't be nervous, we brothers are supporting roles this time."
"Why am I nervous?"
Wei Ran muttered vaguely and asked, following the topic, "Where are those photos displayed?"
"You don't know?" Xia Shushi looked at Wei Ran strangely.
"Do you think I know?" Wei Ran spread his hands, "Second Master just called me yesterday and asked me to come over today, and I didn't even get an invitation."
"This is a scam..."
Xia Shushi patted his forehead and explained, "This time everything is on display at the National Museum. I don't know where it will be displayed in the future, but I heard that there will also be a permanent display of those photos at the National Museum."
Display wall.”
"Is this my name that will go down in history?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be proud.
"I've said it a long time ago, the photo of the red flag on the Capitol Building is no worse than the one you found, and it's even more precious." Xia Shushi was rarely serious this time.
"It's just a pity that there are so few." Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes." Xia Shushi nodded, "Only more than twenty."
For a moment, both of them fell silent, but Suisui and Qin Qi, one holding Ram's arm, and the other pulling Sister Juan, mother and daughter huddled together to take a lively group photo.
That night, Wei Ran had a rare insomnia.
In the past ten days, the official media has gradually released bits and pieces of news to warm up the event, and it was even mentioned and previewed on the most important news channel for half an hour.
But the more this happened, the more he became inexplicably afraid. Paradoxically, even he himself didn't know what he was afraid of.
After this long and short night, when the bright sunshine rose again, the invited people took the same Coaster and arrived at the National Expo on time, and entered the exhibition hall in the name of invited guests.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the huge black and white photos came into view, Wei Ran, who deliberately walked at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but fall into the confusion that existed but did not exist.
in memories.
"What's wrong?" Suisui, who was slowing down with him, immediately noticed something unusual about him.
"It's okay, I'm okay."
Wei Ran smiled, raised his finger and pointed at the person in the photo and said, "That's Squad Leader Liu. As I told you two days ago, he is the squad leader of the cooking class."
"What about that one?"
Suisui asked, pointing to a photo, even though Wei Ran had introduced those young Red Army soldiers to her more than half a month ago.
"Zhang Erwa, he was the second squad leader of the cooking class. He was..."
Among the bustling tourists, who grew quieter as they walked forward, Wei Ran introduced the people in the photos one by one, telling stories he "heard from the diary of senior Jiang Yu."
At the same time, in Baiyangdian, a village that was also busy due to holidays, two elderly families, as well as the parents of Wei Ran and Suisui, were sitting together, watching the special programs played on TV, and watching the scenes that appeared from time to time.
Wei Ran, listened to him describe the discovery process.
In Langshi around the capital, Chen Qi, a veteran of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Tide who was no longer young, also recognized Wei Ran in the same program. He quickly picked up the phone's receiver and dialed the number of his old comrade Zhao Shengli.
Mr. Zhao Shengli, who happened to be watching the show, naturally recognized Wei Ran before he received the call. The veteran, who was still optimistic, immediately told a roomful of children and grandchildren who came back to spend the holidays with him that Wei Ran had come to visit.
What happened to him.
Also seen on TV were the descendants of the Li family in Sichuan and Sichuan, a taxi driver in Teng County, the security uncle in the security room of Shancheng Castle Memorial Hall, and others still walking along the Yellow River.
Zhang Yang, who was driving by himself, and Wang Beizhan, who was having tea with Lu Yao.
There is also a B&B owner who is still running a B&B in Yunnan Province, who once hosted Wei Ran, and who happened to have recently spent a lot of money to marry a new wife who is more difficult to marry. The owner is so greedy for money that he donated the relics of the expeditionary force for free.
Among the people who recognized him were his childhood playmates, teachers from his student days, neighbors from his hometown in Cangzhou, and even the construction team that helped him renovate a small foreign-style building, etc.
On this special day when the whole country is celebrating, as Wei Ran, Xia Shushi and Mr. Jiang Ji take turns narrating in the program, those who recognize Wei Ran, those who do not know him, and everyone watching this program,
They were also pulled back to the extremely wet, cold, hungry plateau summer of 1936, and the despair of not seeing the light of day.
As old photos appeared from time to time, in front of the screen or in the exhibition hall, some people trembled, some cried, some clenched their teeth and clenched their fists, and some closed their eyes.
Finally, the people on the show finished telling the story, and finally, the black and white photos were replaced by colorful videos.
In the video, Jiang Maomao, a female soldier of the Zang ethnic group wearing a military uniform and a military medal on her chest, stood beside a beautiful alpine meadow. She shouted "stand at attention" to herself, and then simply raised her hands to salute, making a silent gesture.
ensure.
In the video, Jiang Zhuangzhuang, a soldier of the Zang ethnic group who is also wearing a military uniform and has a military medal on his chest, is standing at the edge of the post with a gun, yelling "stand at attention", raising his hands and saluting in unison with his border defense comrades, and doing the same
A silent guarantee was given.
Just like...the promises made by those young Red Army soldiers in those black and white photos.
At the end of the program, child Li Lingxi, who was wearing a school uniform and a red scarf, shouted "Salute" in a crisp voice.
In this final video, Li Lingxi and her cousin raised their hands together to perform the Young Pioneer salute towards Li Zhuang's tombstone.
Behind these two little people, the Communists with the party emblem on their chests and the ordinary people who were born and raised on the high loess slopes stood together without distinguishing each other, bowing their heads in silence towards the common belief.
"The ceremony is over!"
Following Li Lingxi's last command, the special program that lasted for more than two hours ended with only a black screen and only the villagers talking in dialect.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who was still in the exhibition hall, had just finished the on-site interview with him. At this time, he was staring blankly at the oil lamps, lunch boxes, medicine bottles, and even cameras and films placed in the showcase.
Know what he is thinking.
"There's something you may not believe"
Xia Shushi, who had also been interviewed earlier, pulled Qin Qi up and said.
"What?" Wei Ran turned to look at him and asked, and even Suisui, who was holding his arm, looked over curiously.
"A considerable number of smart people on the Internet have questioned the authenticity of the Long March."
Xia Shushi pointed around, "Now they can finally shut up."
"Doubt the authenticity of the Long March?" Wei Ran reacted immediately, "Why do you question this?"
"They felt that if so many people really went on the Long March, how could there not even be photos?" Xia Shushi explained, "Since there are no photos, the Long March must be fake."
"Are you sure these words came from a normal person's mouth?"
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Suisui couldn't help but said, "We didn't take any photos when the grass boat borrowed arrows or when the Red Cliff was burned down. These joint works don't exist either?"
"If the Long March didn't exist, then Kaishen Logistics would have been chasing the wall of air?" Qin Qi couldn't help but roll her eyes, "According to this logic, these great talents were not photographed when they were born...
.”
"Hey, hey, pay attention to your image." Xia Shushi quickly stopped his quick-talking soon-to-be girlfriend, "She is a university teacher after all."
"I'm careful about my chicken-feather image," Qin Qi snorted, "Such a retarded person should be crushed to death by a dump truck pulling excrement."
Xia Shushi and Wei Ran looked at each other, and Xia Shushi wisely stopped continuing the topic and asked instead, "You are probably going to Kazan, right?"
"Come on, let's go as soon as the things here are over."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wei Ran then changed the topic and said, "I can't hide at home all my life because of Captain America."
"makes sense"
After Xia Shushi finished speaking, he winked at Qin Qi, who also said as if she had just remembered, "My cousin asked me to tell you, don't worry about the Americans. My uncle asked my brother-in-law to help you fight with the Americans."
It’s time to say hello.”
"Have you said hello?"
Suisui subconsciously asked the question Wei Ran wanted to ask but shouldn't have asked, "Sister Qiqi, your cousin-in-law is so easy to do? What does he do?"
"It seems to be for diplomacy, maybe, I guess."
Qin Qi said uncertainly, "I only met him once, so I don't know the details."
Xia Shushi immediately expressed his position, "Don't look at me, I don't know anything about his brother-in-law."
"Thank you II and Uncle Qin for me," Wei Ran said sincerely, "By the way, where is II?"
"It seems like I have something to do"
Qin Qi obviously didn't care where her cousin went. Instead, she used this topic to ask, "Suisui, do you still have those dark dried corn mushrooms you made last time? My uncle likes to eat them very much. Please ask me
ask..."
"It's you who likes..."
Xia Shushi couldn't help but muttered for a while, and then said shamelessly, "That's right, get another one weighing ten or eight pounds, and then I will help you hand it over to the second generation's father."
"It's still ten or eight pounds. Do you think that thing is Chinese cabbage?" Wei Ran shook his head in confusion.
Just when the four young people were in the corner of the museum, trying to change their mood by discussing food.
The 28 black-and-white photos, including "Calabash Riverside", and the special program were also sold like a bundle with Weiran and began to go viral on the Internet.
Just when these photos and programs were reprinted in international news and attracted more attention, in the port city of Antalya, far south of Rabbit Rider, a restaurant specializing in Rabbit Rider barbecue was just getting ready to start its business for the day.
At the fairly spacious entrance on the first floor, employees wearing white hats are busy skewering pieces of meat. The meat waiting to be roasted is not only an ingredient, but also their best sign to attract customers.
On the third floor of the restaurant, which is not open to the public, the restaurant owner, who weighed more than 100 kilograms as early as ten years ago, is also the restaurant's fourth-generation chef and has just woken up.
According to his usual daily habits, after getting up, the chef staggered to the balcony and sat on the slightly shabby but always comfortable small sofa, browsing the news while waiting to be allocated a room with him.
His wife got up after resting and brought him the daily black tea.
But today, before his wife brought the black tea, he exclaimed in an exclamation that he had long since stopped believing in Allah, using it as a modal word similar to "fuck".
Immediately afterwards, the fat man, who was not very flexible, dropped his cell phone and ran towards the study that he used as a storage room.
On the screen of the mobile phone he threw on the table, there happened to be a black and white photo of "Calabash River" displayed.