In the glass house shrouded in the aurora, Suisui came up with one whimsical plan after another with the help of alcohol and bags of snacks.
As for the feasibility of these plans, we can only know after they are actually implemented. But I think for the hunters in Inta, they may not mind giving it a try.
As the wine bottles were emptied by the two of them, Suisui, who was not very drunk, began to talk nonsense, and outside the glass house, the tourists also returned to the camp on a sleigh, shouting, and arrived at the
Under the organization of those versatile tour guides, the carnival started around the bonfire.
When several old hunters who were over fifty years old played the accordion, several naive tour guides also danced the Cossack dance together on the snow. Soon, there were more tourists around who said "Coach, I want to learn this", and because
"The brains are good but the feet are not" and one young man or another fell down one after another.
And those middle-aged teachers who came with the tour group seemed to remember the past when they were young. They took the microphone connected to the speaker and sang one after another classic old songs from the 1980s and 1990s.
Or they could dance the popular ballroom dances of their time, accompanied by singing and music.
Around them, young people who used to listen carefully or not seriously in class also applauded or cheered the teachers who used to be a little serious with good intentions.
"Dalia, it seems we were like this when we were young, right?" Teacher Anna asked nostalgically, holding a glass of red wine and sitting on a wooden box covered with a reindeer skin blanket.
"Who hasn't had their youth?"
Teacher Dalia seemed to remember something and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember the party we had when we graduated?"
"Remember, of course I remember."
Gorman, who was rubbing the dog's head, couldn't help but laugh and said, "I still remember Mr. Nicholas's hip-hop dance at that time."
"I remember it too"
Anna gently wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, perhaps because of her smile, "I even grabbed the sunglasses he threw off the stage."
"And that bastard Galkin"
Gorman said with a smile, "I remember that he was also performing Cossack dance. It was the only time in my life that I saw all the Cossack dancers on the same stage dance with their pants spread open."
"It's Culp"
Daria refilled their glasses while saying, "At that time, both Culp and Galkin were chasing the blonde girl from the intelligence class. As a result, that bastard Galkin succeeded, and Culp secretly fucked all their pants.
Broken hands and feet."
"What's that girl's name?" Gorman looked up at the surging aurora and thought for a long time. Finally, he shook his head helplessly, "It seems I'm really old and can't even remember her name."
"I only remember her code name is Piano"
Anna took over the conversation, paused and said abruptly, "I met her once in 1992. She got married after the collapse of the Soviet Union, to a Kiev man."
Teacher Dalia sighed, took a sip of red wine and murmured to herself, "What a lucky girl."
“We are also very lucky”
Gorman picked up the wine glass and said, "Thanks to that little Chinese guy. If it weren't for him, maybe we would only have the chance to meet when we attended the funeral of a friend."
"I really want to thank that young man"
Three poor people forgotten by the times raised their wine glasses and clinked them gently. The scarlet wine in the goblet reflected the blazing bonfire in the distance, reflecting the expectations on the faces of the three no longer young people.
smile.
"cheers!"
In the warm glass house, Suisui, who was already drunk, held an empty wine bottle in her arms. She held the cup and touched it again with Wei Ran who looked helpless. She didn't realize that the wine in her cup had already been filled with wine.
The person opposite gave me soda instead.
Accompanied by this addicted gadget, Wei Ran drank two bottles of soda until the other person fell asleep leaning against the bed. Wei Ran then lifted him onto the bed and covered him with a quilt, and then closed the thick curtains around him.
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After closing the door, Wei Ran returned to his glass house next door, took his bathrobe and towel, strolled into the steaming workshop, soaked himself in the hot hot spring pool, and looked up at the water
The ceiling shrouded in fog, thinking about the future.
The lesson that Anna and Mr. Gorman taught him not long ago really sounded the alarm for him. As Gorman said, he can succeed many times, but as long as he makes a mistake, many unpredictable situations will happen.
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But the so-called success or failure, to him, does not refer to the relatively peaceful and safe environment and time and space around him, but to the battlefields that the metal book sent him to, one after another, that have been written into history.
However, asking him to give up all that the metal book brought him and turn around and become an ordinary person. This option that seemed the most sane and stable was immediately excluded from all options.
The unpredictable dangers on the battlefield brought far more than just the rising numbers in his bank account. They also brought fame and fortune, as well as the sense of accomplishment after unraveling the historical truth. There were also some things he couldn't explain.
Perhaps in a short period of time, Wei Ran can return to China and live a stable life, but what about one month, two months, half a year, or a year later? Ordinary life will always have boring moments, and it will always be more boring than he expected.
Came faster.
When the ordinary life has fattened me up, lost my courage, and at the same time aroused the urge to take risks. Or when the money in my pocket is spent, will I still have the courage to go to those battlefields?
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Or even if you go, will you still be able to survive as before? I'm afraid that what awaits you at that time is nothing more than a fat body that can no longer run and a camera that cannot be held steady under gunfire when the war resumes in Nanshan.
He looked down at the abdominal muscles he had developed while studying at the Hongqi Forestry Farm, and then at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand. Wei Ran raised his head again, squinting and thinking about the time he was in the abandoned prison called the Bell Tower.
Gorman said to keep his hopes up.
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A little confused, Wei Ran sank his whole body into the hot spring pool and began to think about the issue of returning to his true nature.
Obviously, that metal book hiding countless secrets is the strongest hope, but it is definitely not my ideal.
Make enough money?
This idea was kicked out of Wei Ran's mind from the beginning. Although he is not a rich man now, he can at least be considered a rich man. If it is just to make money, even if he does not rely on the metal book, he can just learn it at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
Things and accumulated contacts are enough.
But if the goal is not to make money, then what should it be? Wei Ran held his breath and continued to think about this question.
Fame?
He is already the honorary consultant of Maozi's official museum, and may even become the real historical consultant of that museum. Although the latter seems inferior to the former, it is an affirmation of his professional ability, not just a donation of one.
Benefits in exchange for photos.
Maybe it would be good to be a well-known and professional historian...
Inexplicably, he thought of the friends he had made on the battlefield, of the little girl who had always been firmly rooted in his heart like a thorn on the battlefield of Stalingrad, and of the blue girl she had been blown to pieces by a grenade.
Blanket. Then I thought of Li Hexian who stayed in Teng County, and Li Sui'an who joined the army under a pseudonym.
"Wow!"
Wei Ran emerged from the pool. While panting violently for air, he already had a new goal in mind. At the same time, he also thought of new uses for the negatives accumulated in the metal book.
"It seems like I'll have to pay more attention to Time Film Studio in the future..." Wei Ran muttered to himself and covered his face with a towel.
After soaking in the hot springs enough, he secretly wondered whether he should suggest Ji Ma or Suisui arrange bathing training for the hairy people here in the future. After all, it would be a pity for these big and strong hairy people not to be bathing workers.
Wrapped in a thick bath towel, Wei Ran ran back to his glass house, took another shower to warm himself up, then closed the curtains and lay down on the big, soft bed.
In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, when he woke up, the tourists had already started their own activities under the leadership of the tour guides and hunters.
But Suisui next door actually pretended to change into ancient Chinese clothes that she got from nowhere, spread a thick deerskin blanket on the open space not far away, and played an unknown song seriously on the guqin she brought.
Song. Near her, in addition to a SLR mounted on a stabilizer, there were many people watching.
It wasn't until the song ended that Wei Ran asked curiously, "What kind of monster are you doing?"
"You're the one who's acting like a monster!"
Suisui put away her SLR and said seriously, "I'm going to take more photos and use them as promotional materials, so I might be able to recruit more people during my next vacation."
Without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything, Suisui handed the guqin in her hand to Wei Ran and said provocatively, "What about you? Have you learned how to play Xianweng? I have already learned several pieces of music."
"I don't have as much free time as you, so how can I have time to learn the piano?"
Wei Ran excused himself without thinking, saying that the only piece he knew, Guangling San, was enough for him to show off, so naturally he would not waste time on learning the piano.
Without giving Suisui a chance to continue talking, Wei Ran glanced at Gorman and Anna, who were watching the fun, changed the subject and said, "But you are too amateur to shoot with a broken SLR, I can get it for you."
Get professional people and equipment to take a serious photo.”
"Is this still amateurish? This is my best lens and camera. I even spent a lot of money to buy the pickup."
Suisui glanced at the SLR camera mounted on the stabilizer. Before she could say anything else, Gorman, who was also watching the excitement, walked over with his dog and said with a smile, "It's indeed a bit amateurish."
"why is it you again..."
Suisui blatantly muttered something in Chinese, but she remembered clearly who forced Wei Ran to jump out of the plane yesterday. Fortunately, no accident happened, and she also said to Misha and Anna, who was flying the plane.
She apologized, and Wei Ran also gave various reasons to explain, but the discomfort in her heart was unavoidable.
However, Gorman seemed not to notice. He reached into his pocket and took out a gold-gilded business card and handed it to Suisui. He said seriously, "I am Gorman, the director of Time Film Studio. Time."
You must know about the film studio, right? Victor is still the major shareholder of our studio."
Suisui took the business card from the other party, turned to look at Wei Ran who was standing aside with a smile, and finally nodded politely.
Of course she knew about Time Film Studio. She had heard about it from her mother as early as its establishment. She even asked Wei Ran last night. Unfortunately, it sounded like a high-end studio.
When it came out of Wei Ran's mouth, it became like a wedding advertising company.
"We have professional shooting equipment and team"
Gorman also glanced at Wei Ran, and then continued with a smile, "I can ask the studio staff to come over with professional equipment and re-shoot a promotional video for you. How about treating it as an apology for what happened yesterday?
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"Um..." Suisui subconsciously looked at Wei Ran again. Isn't it a bit too exaggerated and grand to ask a film studio to shoot a promotional video for herself?
Wei Ran also looked astonished. He really wanted people from the studio to come over and shoot a promotional video. After all, Hongqi Forestry Farm was considered the absolute controlling shareholder of these two camps. Even for this, he was prepared to be persuaded.
Teacher Liya was ready to kill her. But he didn't expect that the old guy Gorman would actually apologize to Suisui. This was definitely not his intention.
