In the studio, Wei Ran habitually took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it on the gold cigarette holder and held it in his mouth. After lighting it, he took a puff and then slowly spit it out.
Letting the cigarette burn slowly between his fingers, Wei Ran leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, letting go of his exhausted spirit.
After a while, the gold cigarette holder between his fingers gradually became hot, and he opened his eyes again with a sigh, crushed the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and put away the cigarette holder.
Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran reached out and took out the object in the first red vortex.
It was a food-cutting knife, which Hu Bazhi gave to me as a meeting gift when he first met.
Gently pulling out the short knife and the pair of antler-made chopsticks and looking at them, Wei Ran put them back into the scabbard and sent them back into the red vortex.
He put his hand into the second vortex and tried it. Seeing that he could not take out the contents, Wei Ran simply put away the metal book and directly took out the contents of the second red vortex.
When he saw the sudden extra thing in his hand, his heart trembled.
This is a mandarin bag made of white canvas. In the middle, there is a Japanese Eight Wine-style grenade installed in a cowhide bushing.
The pockets on both sides contained grenades one by one.
Carefully taking out the grenades one by one and placing them on the table, Wei Ran almost broke out in a cold sweat.
The pocket on this side contains a full 24 rounds of instant explosive bombs.
But the pocket on the other side contained 12 rounds of highly toxic mustard gas and 12 rounds of Louis grenades!
Wei Ran looked around almost subconsciously, and Wei Ran couldn't help but swallowed. This studio was big enough, but it was also airtight enough. Whether it was an instant explosion bomb or a gas bomb, there would really be many deaths.
How miserable!
Back then, it would have been nice to have had a bag of cannonballs like this on the banks of the Shaying River...
Wei Ran muttered regretfully, then put the 24 rounds of artillery shells back into his mantle and took back the metal book.
Taking a deep breath and taking out the object from the third red vortex, Wei Ran couldn't help but was stunned. What he took out this time was actually a cowhide horse whip!
Before he could react, a huge horse head had already stretched out from behind to his neck and arched it hard, and at the moment he was about to take out his gun subconsciously, he licked it with a wet tongue that smelled of fodder.
Licking his face!
Wei Ran turned around blankly, and his eyes widened involuntarily. Behind him, there stood the biting black horse!
After reacting, Wei Ran quickly stood up and turned around. The biting horse also took two steps forward and continued to push its big head into his arms. By the way...
By the way, I even pooped in his studio!
Can you still give to living creatures?
Wei Ran reacted immediately, this was a reward that he had never expected!
After coming back to his senses, he quickly walked over to the biting horse and looked at it.
There was a saddle fixed on the horse's body, and there was an extra tattered saddle bag hanging loosely on the saddle.
Not only that, on one side of the saddle, the Japanese Type 44 cavalry rifle was stuck in the leather holster, and on the other side was a slender saber.
He almost subconsciously guessed that this slender saber was the one Li Sui'an gave to him as a souvenir at Hu Bazhi's home!
Pulling out the saber with a guard from the iron sheath, Wei Ran also immediately spotted the word "Xue Feng" engraved on the base of the sword.
So you went to that cavalry unit...
Wei Ran murmured and sighed, then put the saber back into the scabbard, and then took off the tattered saddlebags attached to the saddle.
Different from the previous bag in the red swirl, this slightly worn bag does not contain grenades and grenades, but instead contains yellowed envelopes tied together with hemp rope!
Wei Ran tremblingly took out the envelope from one of his pockets, and his breath froze. This was a letter from home, or in other words, a suicide note from the cavalrymen of Ma Jintao's cavalry company!
Carefully untie the hemp rope, and on each of the khaki envelopes, names in traditional Chinese and addresses from all over China are written in neat calligraphy.
After looking at the seal sealed with glue, Wei Ran carefully stacked the hundred and ten letters together again, tied them again with a piece of hemp rope and put them back in the bag.
First, he threw the riding crop on the table and pushed it back and forth beside him. The biting black horse who had probably pulled a few letters into his mouth took back the metal book.
Wei Ran then took out the items from the pocket on the other side of the bag. There was also a pile of envelopes tied with hemp rope.
Untying the hemp rope again, he also recognized the familiar names on the envelope. These were left by the soldiers from the first anti-alliance guerrilla team.
There are letters from Zhao Jinge, Vice Captain Lao Zhang, Cui Dabeard, Hongxia, the Sun sisters and even Hu Bazhi, Yang Shiyi, the four Qiu brothers, etc. from every anti-alliance fighter he has ever met!
In addition to the letter, there is also a leather-bound photo album that looks very old in this pocket. When you open it gently, it contains every photo that Wei Ran has ever taken - but there is nothing in each photo.
he.
Taking a deep breath, he also tied up the dozens of letters with hemp rope and put them back into the pocket of his robe along with the photo album. Then he took out the biting horse again and put the robe on the saddle.
But this time, he had no way to send the horse back.
After thinking for a moment, he took off the robe and threw it on his shoulders, and then sent the biting horse back again.
Staring blankly at the still warm pile of horse manure on the floor of the studio, Wei Ran was silent for a moment, placed the trousers on his shoulders on the table, then took out a pair of rubber gloves and a mask and put them on, found tools and put the dung on.
Horse manure was shoveled into the bathroom toilet.
After carefully cleaning the floor and increasing the power of the fresh air system, he took out the metal book again and copied down the two addresses and contact numbers provided on it.
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Obviously, the former address is most likely the seller of the saber and box cannon to Mr. Alexander, or rather, the descendants of the cousins of Zhao Jinyu's brothers and sisters.
Needless to say, the latter one is undoubtedly the address of Zhao Jinyu's children and the sons and daughters of Ma Jintao and Xiaobai.
But what concerned him was that there was actually one missing address, Hu Ba Zhi's address, or in other words, the addresses of Hu Ba Zhi's children, Hu Yuhu and Hu Shixia.
Did...didn't they survive...
Wei Ran shook his head and suppressed the speculation that he could not accept. Then he picked up the sticky note on the table and carefully read the trivial things he had written down before entering this historical episode.
"Today is October 26th. Some junk was found in the cellar of the winery next door. Baba Yaga's pink gangster was guarding the door. Suisui took his followers to Inta and had to rush there before the 1st.
Inta accompanies her to participate in festival activities..."
After Wei Ran carefully read what he wrote on the note and used these keywords to recall what happened before, he took out a lighter, lit it and threw it into the ashtray.
Until the note was completely burned and crushed into ashes, until the smell of horse manure in the studio gradually disappeared, Wei Ran also used a bottom scanner to scan out the few negatives given in the metal book this time.
These photos are just a few group photos, including those of the Anti-Japanese Alliance fighters, the cavalry, and after the war, the photos of Hu Bazhi’s family and Li Sui’an, and even the photos of Zhao Jinlan and Yang Shiyi with their children.
Without exception, he is not in these photos.
Far from being disappointed, Wei Ran imported the electronic versions of these negatives into a USB flash drive and threw them into the food box. Then he put the negatives back into the metal book, got up and left the studio, and opened the locked basement door.
"Boss! You're out!"
Before the thick explosion-proof door was fully opened, the captain Katyusha in front of Baba Yaga greeted her warmly. Behind her, the other girls quickly put away the playing cards and various cards on the table.
Grow snacks, as well as a variety of scary pink stun guns and pink shotguns.
"Is anyone looking for me?" Wei Ran asked with a smile while stretching.
"No!"
Katyusha immediately replied, "Except for Uncle Ivan who came over to take a look out of curiosity, no one is looking for you."
"Go about your business," Wei Ran said, and already walked towards the next door.
Hearing this, the little sister looked curiously at the basement of the library, and then she shouted at the little sisters behind her to scatter, or go to the coffee bar in the library to eat and drink, or run to the winery
I looked strange at the construction site, or I caught the shiny black lamb in the yard and continued to apply pink nail polish on it.
Compared with these carefree gangsters, Wei Ran bought a ticket to Ulan-Ude that night on the way back, and then got into the bathroom.
That evening, Weiran refused the escort of the pink girls, drove to the airport alone, and boarded the red-eye flight to Ulan-Ude.
When he landed in Ulan-Ude, it was completely dark.
After finding a car he had rented online in advance, Wei Ran drove to a hotel in the city that he had booked in advance and checked in, then made a video call with Suisui.
"You want to go back to your country?"
In the video, Suisui, who seemed to have just taken a shower, asked curiously, "What are you doing back home?"
"Do you want to come with me to investigate some things?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"I can't live without you now," Suisui said helplessly, "I've been busy here lately, when will you come back?"
"We will definitely be able to get to Inta on the 1st," Weiran took the initiative to guarantee.
"It doesn't matter. If you're busy, go ahead and do it. It doesn't matter if you can't make it back on the 1st."
Suisui is particularly easy to talk to, "I may have to go back after I finish my work here. Then you can wait for me at home."
"Alright"
After reporting her itinerary, Wei Ran took the initiative to change the topic and chatted with Suisui about the new money-making ideas she had come up with, as well as the interesting things she encountered in Inta.
The phone call lasted for more than an hour. Wei Ran hung up the phone and although he was lying on the bed, he couldn't help but suffer from insomnia.
By the early morning of the next day, before the sun had even risen from the horizon, Wei Ran had already driven out of the city early, followed the navigation guidance and ran south for dozens of kilometers before finally stopping at a park next to Selenge.
Beside the small village by the river.
This village is not that big, and each household is extremely scattered, but it can be seen from the pasture fences in the distance that this village should be mainly based on animal husbandry.
After looking at the route on the navigation system again, Wei Ran parked the car at the gate of a ranch on the edge of the village.
The ranch is not that big, and there is an old sign at the door that says something like "Fresh Lamb for Sale" in Russian, as well as a string of contact numbers provided in a metal book.
Through the wooden fence, he could still see a wooden house and a yurt, as well as an old-looking Kavazi van and two motorcycles.
Just as he was looking at the buildings in the fence in a daze, a young man who looked to be in his early 20s, with yellow skin and black hair, and a typical Buryat appearance, was already riding a motorcycle from behind.
She stopped next to him and took the initiative to knock on the car window.
"Hello, are you okay?" Wei Ran asked while lowering the window.
"Are you going to buy a sheep?" the young man riding a motorcycle asked enthusiastically.
"Is this your family's pasture?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the pasture outside the car window.
"right"
The young man nodded, "My sheep have a high meat yield and are cheap. Do you want to take a look?"
“I probably won’t buy much.”
Wei Ran said in advance, "I was just passing by and saw this brand, and I was still hesitating whether to buy a sheep or not."
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After the young man finished speaking, he rode his motorcycle through the barbed wire gate not far away, not forgetting to wave to Wei Ran.
Seeing this, Wei Ran simply stepped on the accelerator and followed, driving the car into the pasture.
When the car passed around the wooden house and the yurt, he also saw the sheep grazing in the distance, as well as a few shepherd dogs running wildly around the sheep.
When he opened the door and got off the car, the young man had already parked his motorcycle and was walking towards him.
"What do you call him?" Wei Ran asked, taking the initiative to give him a cigarette.
"Ivan"
When the young man took the cigarette, he gave an extremely popular name, "What is your name?"
"Victor"
Wei Ran took the initiative to light the cigarette for the other party, "I'm buying a sheep from you, can you help me process it?"
"Of course no problem!"
Ivan replied without thinking, "I will kill it for you. If you are not in a hurry, I can even help you process it into cooked meat that can be eaten directly and vacuum-pack it."
"That's really great. I was actually wondering how to eat it as soon as possible if I bought a sheep."
Wei Ran followed the topic and followed the other person walking inside.
"What kind of sheep do you want to buy?"
Ivan asked, "Big, small, fat or thin? If you want to buy something cheap, we still have culled sheep."
"Bring a lamb"
Wei Ran said casually, "You also sell lambs, right?"
"Of course, we also have ewes with babies."
After saying that, Ivan had already picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and blew several times of varying lengths.
After receiving the signal, the shepherd dogs in the distance immediately became energetic. In just a few minutes, they drove the hundred and ten sheep into the sheep pen next to the yurt.
"Mr. Victor, you can choose whatever you like. Whichever one you like, I can help you catch it." Ivan said while stroking the shepherd dog that came up to take credit.
"I think you must be more professional than me in this kind of thing"
Wei Ran glanced at an old man who was about sixty years old and wearing a Mongolian robe who emerged from the yurt and said, "Just choose the one with the most tender meat. I want a castrated lamb."
"You are really easy to talk to, and you are not a layman who doesn't know anything."
Ivan had already put out his cigarette before he finished speaking, and quickly climbed over the fence. After some selection, he easily caught a dog that looked about the same size as the shepherd dog, with a stain on his butt.
A bunch of pink lambs.
"Mr. Victor, how about this one?"
As Ivan spoke, he had already picked up the lamb by its hind legs and showed the small scars on its crotch, "It was castrated."
"That's it"
Wei Ran pretended to be generous and said, "How about I give you 30,000 rubles and help me cook it?"
"Of course no problem!"
Ivan agreed without thinking. No matter how processed the lamb was, it would not be able to sell for such a high price. "Sir, how do you want to eat it? Roasted or stewed?"
"Make it something you're good at."
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken out his wallet, counted out 30,000 rubles in cash and handed it to the other party, "Can I go see your yurt? I want to take some photos."
"Of course no problem!"
After Ivan finished speaking, he shouted to the old man at the door of the yurt, "Dad, this friend wants to sit in our yurt. He bought a lamb and wants to try our craftsmanship."
"Please come in and sit down."
The old man said in an easy-going manner, "I just made milk tea. If you don't mind, you can come in and have a drink."
"Just give the money to my father, and I will kill the sheep now."
As Ivan spoke, he had already carried the little lamb to the side of the yurt, and ended the life of the little lamb in front of Wei Ran. He then used a hammer to pry off one of the lamb's teeth and wrapped it in a tissue.
He handed it to Wei Ran and said, "After I finish processing it, you can use this tooth to verify that I didn't switch the package."
"It doesn't matter"
Wei Ran waved his hand, "I believe you are an honest young man."
After saying that, Wei Ran walked up to the old man and handed him a wad of banknotes in his hand.
"It's been a long time since I met such a generous guest as you."
The old man took the money, counted it, put it in his pocket, and warmly invited Wei Ran to get into the yurt with the stove lit.
“Please feel free to sit down”
As the old man spoke, he had already picked up an enamel kettle, found a silver-covered wooden bowl, and poured Wei Ran a cup of milk tea.
"What's your name?" Wei Ran asked politely as he took the milk tea.
"I don't have a Russian name"
As the uncle spoke, he brought another plate of food such as milk dumplings, "My Mongolian name is Aoriqi."
"So you are from Mongolia?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"yes"
Aoriqi smiled and nodded, seemingly not shying away from his origins, "My wife is from Ulan-Ude. During the Soviet era, she was a Soviet military doctor stationed in Ulaanbaatar."
Before he finished speaking, an old Buryat lady with a kind-faced look, also wearing a Mongolian robe, with yellow skin and black hair, also walked in carrying a bucket of firewood.
"Aoriqi, are there any guests?" After the old lady finished speaking, she greeted Wei Ran warmly.
"A generous young man"
Aoriqi laughed and said, "I was about to tell him the romantic love story between us. Young man, this is my Soviet wife Lyudmila."
"Mrs. Lyudmila, I am honored to be a guest in your home, and I am also honored to hear your love story." Wei Ran said with a smile.
“What a good boy”
Mrs. Lyudmila greeted Wei Ran enthusiastically and said, "I'll bring you some fruit."
"Sorry to trouble you," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"Sit down quickly"
Ao Riqi asked Wei Ran to sit down again, "Try our milk tea, I just cooked it ten minutes ago."
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As he spoke, Wei Ran picked up the tea bowl. He tapped the bowl with his ring finger very formally and flicked it into the air. Then he dipped it again and it bounced to the ground. Then he dipped it for the third time and gently touched it in Ao Riqi's surprised eyes.
He tapped it on his forehead, then brought the silver-coated wooden bowl to his mouth and took a sip.
"Are you also a Mongolian?" Aoriqi asked in surprise.
"I am Chinese"
Wei Ran smiled and put down the wooden bowl, "We in China also have Mongolian brothers and sisters."
"Are you Chinese?!"
Ao Riqi even raised his voice a little, and then he couldn't help but shake his head, and muttered something in Mongolian that Wei Ran couldn't understand.
"Uncle Aoriqi, I'm still waiting to hear the romantic love story between you and Aunt Lyudmila." Wei Ran reminded him with a smile, but he was not in a hurry to express his intention.
"Curious young man"
Ao Riqi came back to his senses and laughed and put down the milk tea, "Lyudmila was once a military doctor who was supported by the Soviet Union in Mongolia. At that time, my family had a large pasture near Ulaanbaatar."
"So you already know each other?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Our acquaintance is not a good thing worth remembering."
Ao Riqi sighed, "It was the 1980s, and serious livestock anthrax occurred in our pasture. Many cattle, sheep, and horses died. Even my father could not survive. Fortunately, Lyudmila came.
Otherwise, I’m afraid my mother and I will never survive.”
Taking the cigarette shared by Wei Ran, Ao Riqi continued, "She saved my life, and their military base is not far from my ranch, so we gradually became friends.
Just when we were hesitating whether to get married, the Soviet Union collapsed. I think this was Changshengtian's arrangement. He permanently solved the only trouble that hindered our love."
"This is the most outrageous Soviet joke I have ever heard." Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Lyudmila walked in with a plate of slightly wrinkled apples.
"But it's true isn't it?"
Aozhiqi laughed and said, "Then we had children, and then our ranch was bought by a mining company, so we simply moved to Ulan-Ude. This small village is where Lyudmila grew up.
, will also be the place where we grow old.”
Having said this, Ao Riqi handed Wei Ran an apple and said to his wife sitting next to him, "Dear, this young man is from China. Do you still remember what I told you about the people in my family who would
Any relatives who speak Chinese?”
"Do you speak Chinese?" Wei Ran asked curiously before Mrs. Lyudmila could speak.
“Almost forgotten”
Ao Riqi said regretfully, "I only learned some Chinese songs when I was very young, but unfortunately, I have almost forgotten them."
"That's it..."
Wei Ran sighed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to suppress everything he knew for the time being, as if he were really chatting, chatting endlessly with the loving old couple.
By the time the young man named Ivan and a blond girl who looked about the same age brought out plates of delicacies cooked in various ways, and a bottle of vodka by the way, Wei Ran had already left the old couple.
I learned a lot of things from my mouth.
There is no doubt that this Ao Riqi is a descendant of the Zhao family's cousin. If calculated according to the Chinese method, it seems that he should call Zhao Jinlan his cousin.
In other words, he is a generation younger than the generation of Ma Pingchuan, Bai Qing'ai, Zhao Guangfu and Zhao Youhua.
In the insinuation just now, according to Ao Riqi, when he was seven or eight years old, those Chinese relatives who lived in his home disappeared overnight, and later their family also moved to a place not far from Ulaanbaatar.
A new pasture is closer.
Later, around 2005 after the collapse of the Soviet Union, their family sold their belongings and moved to Ulan-Ude, Russia.
However, even though they moved to Ulan-Ude, which is better than Mongolia, their family's life is still tight.
In addition to Ivan, the youngest son, Aoriqi also has four other married daughters and a son who has started a family and works on the railway.
If all such a big family came back, the wooden house next to it wouldn't even be enough to live in.
What's more important is that neither Aoriqi nor Lyudmila, the old couple, have pensions.
Their daily expenses are almost entirely supported by the more than a hundred sheep they raise and the financial support of their children, especially the young man named Ivan who has not yet graduated from college.
However, although life was tight, he could also see that this family seemed to be living a relatively happy life, and they were all extremely honest and simple.
The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal. Wei Ran declined Ao Riqi's family's invitation to stay overnight and package the remaining mutton. Instead, he took out an extra five thousand rubles and asked young Ivan to find one.
The drinker drove him back to Ulan-Ude.
Naturally, this request was not a problem. Young Ivan handed the 5,000 rubles to his blond girlfriend. The latter simply got into Weiran's rented car, pulled him and Ivan, and said goodbye.
Ao Riqi and his wife rushed Wei Ran back to Ulan-Ude before noon.
"I will go to your house to buy sheep to eat when I have time."
Wei Ran stood at the door of the hotel and said drunkenly, "Ivan, your parents' cooking skills are - hiccup - very good. I will go there again!"
"You are welcome to come to my home at any time," Ivan said enthusiastically, "Mr. Victor, do you want me to take you back to your room?"
"This...there's no need for this."
Wei Ran waved his hand, "You guys, burp——! Go back early too."
After saying that, Wei Ran turned around and staggered into the hotel lobby. However, his pretended drunkenness had dissipated before he even entered the elevator.
At the same time, Ivan also pulled his girlfriend out of the hotel door and happily suggested, "My dear, Mr. Victor made us a lot of money today. How about we go shopping in the city and then go back?"
"
"I've wanted to say that for a long time."
Ivan's girlfriend agreed to the proposal without thinking, and then asked, "Ivan, don't you think that Mr. Victor looks familiar to you?"
"It seems to be the Chinese scholar who was assassinated by the Americans before?"
Ivan immediately said, "I actually recognized him a long time ago, and I was still wondering why the beautiful girls around him didn't come."
"You want to look pretty..."
"As God testifies, I just want to sell a few more sheep." Ivan responded quickly and promised, "I swear on Buddha!"
The way he was making fun of the two gods unpredictably made the blonde girl next to him laugh. However, the two young lovers did not know that Wei Ran, who should have been drunk at this time, had already bought a ticket to fly back to China.
, and simply returned the rental car.
Late that night, Wei Ran, who still smelled of alcohol, had arrived at Irkutsk across Lake Baikal and boarded a cheap red-eye flight directly from here to the Chinese capital.
