"What's the problem?" Gorman asked, returning the tablet he had been holding to Weiran.
"Affulor is just an ordinary girl. She doesn't know my experience of studying at the Hongqi Forest Farm."
Wei Ran paused and continued, "I don't know whether I should tell her about the Hongqi Forest Farm, or even whether being with her will harm her."
"Why would you want to ask such an idiot question?" Gorman looked at Wei Ran like a fool, "Why did you tell her? Just because she is your girlfriend now?"
Seeing Wei Ran nod, Gorman patted his forehead, "Okay, does your Chinese law stipulate that two people must explain their education experience in detail when they fall in love? Including what majors they have studied and the results of each major.
What? Or do you need a signature from a professional course teacher to confess your love to the girl you like?"
"Uh..." Wei Ran grinned, "That's not necessary."
"So the first problem is solved"
Gorman naturally spread his hands and said, "Victor, you are a historian with some achievements. Even a fool like Gorbachev does not stipulate that historians cannot fall in love, let alone know some simple self-defense techniques."
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"But... isn't it my disguise as a historian?" Wei Ran, who had been let in by Gorman, said subconsciously.
"Disguise your identity?"
Gorman snorted disdainfully, "What is your true identity if not a historian? A member of the KGB? A spy? Or an agent of a certain country? Victor, you made a stupid mistake."
Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned. Just like Gorman said, what am I not a historian? Isn't a historian his true identity? In other words, although he learned a lot of cool knowledge at the Hongqi Forest Farm
, but those things were not prepared for the world in which I grew up.
Seeing that he seemed to have thought clearly, Gorman took out a piece of firewood from the fireplace, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and said in a puff of smoke, "You are just a little famous.
A historian, or in other words, you are just an ordinary person, you should fall in love, get married, and have children like ordinary people, and finally grow old together with your wife and children, waiting to be buried in a landscape.
A pretty good cemetery.
At that time, your children will point to your tombstone and proudly say to others, "Look! That's my father. He is a very powerful historian. By the way, his skills are also good. I guess he knows Chinese
Kung Fu always stands up to protect me every time I am bullied, and I will become a person like him in the future."
Gorman's description with expectation and envy made Wei Ran couldn't help but smile on his face, and the big stone that had been weighing on his heart these days quietly fell to the ground.
Gorman took another deep puff of the cigarette. After a moment of silence, Gorman suddenly asked, "Victor, you asked these stupid questions because you saw Uma and I's misfortune, right?"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, he nodded imperceptibly, which was regarded as a response to Gorman's question.
"We are different"
Gorman threw his half-smoked cigarette into the fireplace, looked at the beating flames with his old eyes, and said almost in a whisper, "I once had a country that needed to be loyal to with my life. You don't have to, your motherland."
It is strong and stable enough, and there is no shortage of young people like you who don't look too smart.
The country I once loyal to has fallen apart. In order to let more people like me who are loyal to that country survive, I must sacrifice my family. You don't have to, these things will probably never happen to you.
For me, and there are many more people like me, our lives have been ruined long ago. You are different, your life has just begun. You will be a great historian, and you don’t have to care about yourself like us.
Whether you like it or not, you have to complete some tasks that don't have many good memories.
Victor, for us, when we learned the skills we once taught you, it was just to come back alive. What about you? I guess it was just out of interest?
Which boy doesn’t want to be a superhero who wears tights and flies around with his underwear on his head? And what boy doesn’t want to be an agent like 007, who is surrounded by all kinds of beauties every day?
"
Wei Ran opened his mouth, and finally nodded silently, agreeing with Gorman's guess.
"So you are just an ordinary person after all. At most, you are an ordinary person who is a little special."
Gorman spread his hands, "Perhaps we will arrange some dangerous assessments for you during your studies at Hongqi Forest Farm. But when you graduate from Hongqi Forest Farm, you will always go back to your original life. You don't need to
Work hard for Hongqi Forest Farm, and Hongqi Forest Farm does not lack young people like you to work for it."
Having said this, Gorman stood up holding on to the edge of the fireplace, staggered to the table, picked up the wine bottle and enamel cup, filled Wei Ran and handed them over, and asked with a smile, "Think about it in another direction.
If that little girl called Aurora was a KGB, would you be with her?"
"In China, you can get 500,000 yuan for reporting a spy, which is enough to buy a house in a small city." Wei Ran said half jokingly, half seriously, and then clinked the cup with Gorman.
"It sounds like I'm tempted to report you."
Gorman also joked, "It seems that you have figured it out, so Mr. Victor, the historian, can you help me cook those two dishes now? I want to taste it to see if it is Uma."
My favorite taste.”
Glancing at the melted water with some snow still floating in the bucket, Wei Ran changed into a comfortable position, crossed his legs and said, "We have to wait for the water to boil. It will take some time."
"Then wait a little longer"
Gorman sat back on the blanket opposite Weiyan, changed the subject and asked, "Victor, how does your girlfriend plan to cooperate with my son Makar?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "She is going to drag Makar to slaughter the fat sheep together"
Wei Ran, who had put down his burden, shook his head in confusion and told Gorman about Suisui's crazy plan without reservation.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Gorman asked after listening.
"At least you don't need to kill Makar's neighbors," Wei Ran reminded him jokingly.
Gorman looked at the small stone he had been holding in his hand and shook his head bitterly, "I can't do anything to help him."
"That money has already been of great help to Makar."
Wei Ran picked up the cup and clinked it with the other person, "We will go to his place often in the future. Don't worry, old guy, their lives will definitely improve."
"Thank you," Gorman said vaguely.
"I want to thank you too." Wei Ran smiled and got up, "Okay, we should prepare to make those rabbits for dinner."
"Can you make more? We brought good wine."
An unexpected question mixed in the wind and snow came from outside the wooden door nailed with animal skins, and Gorman also quickly threw away the cup in his hand, reached out and took out a pistol, but then, he again
Returned the pistol to the armpit holster.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who had subconsciously hid in the corner, also heard the voice of the person outside the door. He walked to the door angrily, opened the locked wooden door, and looked at Culp, Dalia and Anna standing outside the door.
The three teachers asked helplessly, "How long have you been here?"
"Start with that old guy Gorman saying thank you," Teacher Anna said with a smile, pulling Wei Ranpa aside and walking into the warm wooden house carrying two bottles of cold red wine.
"Get out of the way quickly"
While Dalia was speaking, she also squeezed in with a paper bag full of food, and Culp pointed to a small sledge dragged behind him and said to a waiter, "Bring us the gifts we brought."
Everyone, please move in, I bought some Chinese tea, I can try it later."
"Why are you all here?" Gorman asked as Anna pulled him up.
"This hunter's cabin is not your property, why can't we come?"
Daria said, having put the paper bag in her arms on the table, then picked up the charging tablet and asked, "Gorman, let's see what that little guy Makar looks like now.
Already."
"You all know?" Gorman asked with a headache.
"We also know that the little guy outside the door already has a girlfriend," Anna said with a look of regret. "I thought he would be with the front desk of the studio, but the girl named Olia has always been interested in Victoria.
Ke Duo has a good impression."
"That's not a good impression."
Culp gloated and joked, "She is just more aware of the stupid things Victor and Dima did in Ulyanovsk."
"What stupid things have they done?" Gorman took the tablet, found a photo of the Makar family, and gave it to Teacher Dalia. He also brought the topic to Wei Ran.
"That stupid thing started with Mr. Gorbachev in the forest farm."
Culp gloated and looked at Wei Ran, holding a pile of food and drink, standing at the door unwilling to come in, "Or how about we let Victor talk about it himself?"
"I still have photos from that time on my phone."
Dalia, who was leaning over the tablet with teacher Anna to look through photos, said without raising her head, and handed Gorman her mobile phone, "Why has Makar become so ugly? I remember him when he was a child.
It’s obviously very cute.”
"How about you guys talk first?"
Wei Ran asked with a grimace, "I suddenly remembered that there seems to be another flight back to China today. Maybe I can catch it if I hurry up."
"With such heavy snow, even Aeroflot has grounded its flights."
Gorman pointed to the fireplace not far away, "Come in quickly, close the door, and then quickly cook those rabbits into dishes. Remember to make them taste like poisoning as Makar said."
"I'll just poison you old guys to death."
Wei Ran secretly made up his mind to put in all the peppercorns prepared by Gorman later, so that these old bastards would understand the consequences of offending the cook.
