As the New Year approaches, the two courtyards have also put up Spring Festival couplets after a general cleaning, and the food and drink on the tables are getting richer and richer day by day.
Even Professor Alexei was like a professional street kid, following behind Wei Ran's father every day, drinking like a party in the neighborhood, especially those who run farmhouses, before he would come back.
Many of the neighbors who run farmhouses have a cooperative relationship with the small hotel in Wei Ran's family. Since Wei Ran's grandparents passed away one after another, the family decided to come here to celebrate the New Year. They had a drink with these relatives and friends who had been working together for a year before.
Drinking and eating has become an annual repertoire.
Counting the days like this day by day, on New Year's Eve, the two families went back to their respective homes as in previous years, eating a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, and commenting a few words on each other.
"Son, will you go to Russia after the New Year?" During the dinner, Wei Ran's mother suddenly asked a question that he had never considered.
"Go back"
Wei Ran said without knowing why, not to mention that he had only studied the course at Hongqi Forest Farm for half a year. If the metal book that turned into a tattoo was to be of value, the Soviet-German battlefield was undoubtedly the first choice.
What's more, he used that precious photo to create a disguised identity for himself a few years ago. If he didn't go back, wouldn't all the previous investment be in vain?
Wei Ran's mother opened her mouth and looked at Comrade Lao Wei who was sitting next to her. After all, she didn't say anything and skipped the topic.
As the hosts at the party began to count down to the New Year, large swaths of fireworks lit up outside the window. Even Professor Alexei next door set up a formation and sent out fireworks one after another in the yard.
On top of the head.
Almost at the same time as the countdown to the New Year reached zero, a man in bright red tassels also ran into the house shouting, as if announcing the name of a dish, "Second grandma, second grandpa, godfather and godmother, and...
Happy New Year to my brother! Now it’s your turn!”
"You're the only one who's smart as a little girl."
Wei Ran's mother was the first to put the New Year's money she had prepared in advance into Suisui's open little hand, and then joked to Wei Ran, who was dazed at the side, and said, "Son, you can't lose money, go to your eldest grandma's house to pay New Year's greetings
Go and earn the red envelope!"
"oh!"
Wei Ran, who was in a daze, came back to his senses, lowered his head and glanced at the tattoo that had just appeared on the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and quickly took out the red envelope and handed it to Suisui.
"Why are you dazed?"
Suisui waved the stack of red envelopes she had just received in front of Wei Ran's eyes as if to show off, "Let's go, I'll take you to get the red envelopes, and then go put out the fireworks!"
Watching the stupid Wei Ran being dragged away by Suisui, Comrade Lao Wei said casually, "Isn't this silly boy attracted to Suisui?"
"How can he be worthy of Suisui?" Wei Ran's mother said matter-of-factly, "If you are as dull as you, why don't we already be together if you really like her?"
"It's good for these two little guys to be together."
Wei Ran's grandmother said with a smile, "If the two of them can be together, we will tear down the courtyard wall between the two families and build a big house for them to use for their wedding."
While Wei Ran's parents looked at each other, Wei Ran, whose mind was not focused on this matter at all, went to the next door to receive four generous portions of the lucky money. At this time, he was accompanying Suisui, who was shouting, and Alek, who was enjoying themselves.
Professor Sai was lighting firecrackers and setting off fireworks in the yard.
At least they had enough fun with the father and daughter and came back through the small door. Both grandma and grandpa and their parents had already gone to bed. Only their stupid dog with a crooked mouth was so frightened that he immediately rushed to see him come back.
Come around the legs and keep screaming.
After leaving the yard with the trembling dog in his arms, Wei Ran got into the car parked at the door, and then summoned the metal book.
Under the gaze of the dog who was frightened by the sound of firecrackers, the metal book covered with green rust stains slowly turned to the ninth page, revealing a vortex of red and blue colors.
What surprised him was that there was a poem written in large red and gold characters on both sides of the two-color vortex.
"I lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams."
Wei Ran recited this very familiar verse in a low voice, and then looked at the top of the white vortex. The four characters written horizontally there were "Lucky Stars Shining High".
"Is this a New Year's gift?" Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took out the things in the vortex.
However, not only was the weight of the items in the whirlpool equal to that of the medical box, but its length was far beyond his expectation, so much so that when he had carried it halfway out, his hand quilt had already touched the roof of the car.
In desperation, Wei Ran put it back, then took back the metal book that was given as a New Year gift, moved it to the rear compartment, and directly summoned the contents inside.
Under the dim reading light, the long box placed on Wei Ran's legs shone with dots of reflections, and the excessive weight almost caused him to twist his wrist.
Gently opening the metal buckle on the long box, Wei Ran was surprised to find that what was inside was another dark guqin!
"Why are you giving me this thing for no reason?"
Wei Ran, who was not sure why, gently plucked the strings of the guqin, and instantly felt a "bang" in his head and almost lost consciousness.
Before he could scream, the familiar feeling of brain malfunction subsided instantly. When he came to his senses, he found that he had inexplicably learned a song just like he did when he learned Finnish and German twice before.
Not to mention the music, even the guqin in the box has become extremely familiar as if it has been used for a long time!
He gently picked up the guqin in the box. The weight of this guqin was far greater than his Youquan bed, and even much heavier than the guqin bed used by the other party in Chen Guangling's shop before.
After turning it over with great effort, two Chinese characters that looked like oracle bone inscriptions were engraved on top of the circular dragon pond.
Although he didn't recognize these two characters, the poem written with a red pen under Longchi not only had a particularly vigorous font, but the most important thing was that at least he could recognize what those traditional Chinese characters were.
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The desolate doctor's house, the desolate old royal city.
A drunken night in the building creates an eternal love.
The cold corner is stirred by sadness, and it is difficult to calm down after a long night.
After reading the poem silently, Wei Ran couldn't help but summon the metal book again, turned it to page nine, looked at the poems on both sides of the two-color vortex, and suddenly understood that this metal book was inexplicably a gift to him for the New Year.
The purpose of the gift.
Lying down at night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse glaciers. Isn't this a true portrayal of myself being sent back to battlefields in that book? And the poem just now is so similar to my state of mind every time I come back alive?
Those who survived the battlefield and those who died on the battlefield, the sense of powerlessness their stories bring to them, isn’t it the same as “it’s hard to calm down after a long time”?
After a long silence, Wei Ran gently put the guqin back into the box and locked it, then got into the driver's seat and started the car, driving straight out of the village and finally stopping near a wooden viewing platform deep into the lotus pond.
Carrying the heavy piano case, he walked to the stone table at the end of the viewing platform and sat down. Wei Ran took a long breath and gently plucked the strings following the things in his mind.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers and the biting cold wind, a piece of Guangling San that Wei Ran had heard played by different people played leisurely on the deserted observation deck.
The spirit of killing with swords and spears contained in that clumsy tune also reminded Wei Ran of Lieutenant Lev and others in Stalingrad, as well as the Aleutian Captain and others at Don Position 19.
I also thought of KGB agent Dr. Hans under the clouds of the Cold War, the sniper Mika and Ino Daddy in the Finnish winter night, the clinic in Berlin and everyone I met in the clinic, and even more of him.
Teng County, which once stood firm, and the Li brothers who sacrificed their lives for the country.
Finally, when Wei Ran, who had burst into tears at some point, plucked the strings for the last time on the winter night of the new year, the simple sound of the piano like a bell gradually dissipated, and the unattended observation deck remained as usual.
Everything is still silent.
For a long time, Wei Ran slowly opened his eyes and looked up at some stars in the night sky. The regrets accumulated in his heart for a long time gradually let go. In the end, what was left was only the memories of those friends and the gratitude mixed with them.
Summoning the rusty metal book again, Wei Ran murmured to himself and asked, "So this Guqin bed is the psychiatrist you hired for me? What exactly do you need me to do? Or do you treat me once?"
What’s the purpose of sending it to the battlefield twice?”
Naturally, the metal book lying quietly on the stone table would not give any answer to his question, and Wei Ran obviously did not expect the book to really give him any answer.
As he took a deep breath, the cold air rushed into his lungs, and Wei Ran seemed to have been relieved of an invisible burden, even his bones felt lighter.
Putting away the metal book and the extra heavy guqin on the bed in turn, Wei Ran called Silly Dog, who had been sitting quietly waiting, to get into the car, and quietly returned to the farmyard where the porch light was still on.
In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, when he was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside the window, his parents had already put hot dumplings on the table.
After respectfully wishing his grandma, grandpa and parents a happy new year, Wei Ran, who was full of energy, was pulled by his grandma to sit on the edge of the warm Kang.
"What's the matter with you kid?" Comrade Lao Wei, who was busy pouring wine for his father-in-law and mother-in-law, asked strangely.
"What's going on?" Wei Ran asked confused.
Comrade Lao Wei poured Wei Ran's wine glass smoothly, "From the day you came back until last night, you were frowning and worried. How come you haven't seen me this night and you act like nothing happened?"
The vinegar bottle in Wei Ran's hand shook involuntarily, "Is there... is there?"
"Have you gone?"
Wei Ran's mother brought the second plate of dumplings to the table, "Even Suisui noticed it, and she was so...hey! I didn't say anything, eat, hurry up and eat!"
"You have something to say..."
"Come on, nephew, let's have a drink with grandpa!" Mr. Han, who was sitting at the top, didn't even give Wei Ran a chance to finish a sentence, so he picked up the wine glass and stretched it out.
Wei Ran quickly stood up with the wine glass and touched it with his grandfather, while Mr. Han kept the conversation out of the conversation by praising the bottle of wine that the latter brought back from Sichuan.
As for the doubts that had just popped up in Wei Ran's mind, they were naturally thrown out of the window after some interruptions.
