As the New Year's bell rang, more fireworks lit up in the night sky outside the window. Professor Alexey, who was stabbed three times by Wei Ran and Suisui, seemed to vent all his dissatisfaction.
On top of the fireworks he specially left behind, he kept mumbling something while sending firework bombs one after another into the night sky in the yard.
Until the last inventory was emptied by him and Wei Ran's father who was watching the fun, Wei Ran, who had finished dividing the stolen goods with Suisui, also sent Ji Ma, who was still unsatisfied, to the closed guest room of the neighbor's house next door.
"Victor, what are your plans for tomorrow?" Jima, holding a box of memory cards in one hand and a tablet in the other, asked expectantly.
"Get up early tomorrow. When I call you, I'll come over quickly and take you to celebrate the New Year."
"Are there any red envelopes for you?" Ji Ma subconsciously touched the bulging pockets of his clothes.
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was about to walk back, quickly stopped and reminded, "It won't be certain tomorrow, but you don't want to give new year's money to people who are about the same age as you or older than you."
"Why?" Ji Ma asked puzzledly.
"Only the elders can give lucky money to the younger ones. If you give it to the wrong person, you will be beaten..." Wei Ran explained seriously.
"That's not bad!" Jima patted his pockets happily, "So all this money is mine?"
"It's all yours"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already walked towards his grandma's house again. Jima behind him, after closing the door, placed the thick stack of banknotes on the table and took a photo.
, and then fiddled with the tablet computer, and began to upload the experiences and insights of the past two days with great interest.
At the same time, Wei Ran also got into the car parked at the door and took out the metal book in the dark. In his expectation, the metal book turned to page nine again.
The red and blue vortex on this page only appeared last year when this metal book was given to me as a New Year's gift, and inside was the Guqin bed named Yaoguang.
After carefully looking at the two unchanging sentences on both sides of the whirlpool, "I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams." and the "lucky star shining high" directly above the whirlpool, he has a vague premonition that this time the gift may be far away.
Far less generous than I expected.
He tried to lift it out, and the familiar feel and outline made him guess that it was still the low-key, luxurious and heavy piano case inside.
He simply put away the metal book and started the car, driving to the wooden observation deck outside the village again just like last year.
"Last year I gave a Guangling San song, what will I give this year?" Wei Ran murmured to himself, reached into the back of the car and took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book.
He opened the piano case and looked at it. Seeing that there was nothing extra in the box, Wei Ran swallowed, held the car door steady, stretched out his fingers and gently plucked the strings.
Almost at the same time as that wisp of piano sound sounded, the long-expected feeling of brain shutdown also came as expected, giving him the illusion that the world was spinning and that he might break through the first cosmic speed at any time and be thrown into space.
After a long time, when he recovered from the unspeakable and uncomfortable feeling, he also noticed that something seemed to be in his mind again.
"No more music, right?"
Wei Ran muttered with disappointment, opened the car door, took Guqin Yaoguang out of the piano case, and walked to the stone table at the end of the observation deck to sit down.
Following the extra things in his mind, he followed the muscle memory and gently plucked the strings, but then he immediately stopped.
He seemed to have heard the slightly familiar melody at the beginning of this piece somewhere. After some recollection and elimination, Wei Ran soon realized that the piece that he just played at the beginning was exactly the song Volgog performed years ago.
The piece that Sui Xin once talked about when he asked me to borrow the piano.
"What's your name?"
Wei Ran looked at the guqin on the table and thought for a moment, then muttered to himself uncertainly, "Crazy guy? No, drunkard? It seems to be called drunkard?"
After picking up his phone and searching for it, Wei Ran became more and more certain that the piece he had just learned was indeed the "Jiu Kuang" that Sui Xin once played.
Although he knew that he had learned a new piece of music, he did not touch the strings for the time being, but instead pondered the routine of the guqin.
Last year, the piece of Guangling San that this poor book taught me was first played by Sui Xin on the bed of Youquan. The piece of "Jiu Kuang" that she taught herself this year was still played by Sui Xin.
What's wrong with this poor book that he has fallen in love with that girl named Sui Xin?
Wei Ran looked at the tattoo at the tiger's mouth with a strange expression, and finally rolled up his sleeves, sat on the stone bench that was freezing, gently plucked the strings, and skillfully played the song "Drunkard" he had just learned.
Compared with Guangling San, which helped him get out of the gloomy mood after the war, after playing this newly learned song "Drunkard", he couldn't help but reveal a sunny smile on his face, and his mood seemed to have improved.
A lot.
After randomly pulling on the tight strings a few times, Wei Ran said a silent thank you, got into the car with the guqin in his arms, put it and the case back into the metal book, and drove back slowly.
In the blink of an eye, early in the morning on the first day of the new year, before Wei Ran could get out of bed, Suisui, wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, had already ran in excitedly, holding a tablet computer.
"Stop sleeping! Wake up! Look at this!" Suisui said as she put her cold hands into the quilt and pressed them on Wei Ran's chest.
Wei Ran, who was originally stunned, suddenly woke up, pulled away the opponent's hands and paws, wrapped the quilt tightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Ji Ma! Ji Ma is on fire!"
Suisui lit up the screen of her tablet, pointed at a line of text that ranked tenth on a short video platform's hot list, and said, "Look at this, 'Chickens with fat eggs'!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before Wei Ran could see clearly, Suisui had already clicked in, and then a selfie of Ji Ma with Spring Festival couplets on his face appeared.
Looking at the dense comments on this photo and the frightening number of likes, Wei Ran finally regained his consciousness. He grabbed the tablet from the opponent's hand and clicked into Jima's account. Then he was surprised to find that
In one night, this guy actually posted dozens of videos! Forget it, every one of these videos has a lot of likes and comments, and the most common comment in them is what Suisui wrote in Ji Ma’s profile yesterday
"This foreigner doesn't speak Chinese, please maintain the tacit understanding you deserve."
"Is this guy crazy?" Wei Ran asked dully.
"I don't know if he's crazy or not," Suisui stretched out her finger to like one of the comments, "but he's definitely popular."
"It became popular before the movie he made was finished."
After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, and said as he had expected, "Let's see, this guy may not be able to do well in the next few days."
"He's already here"
Suisui, who was helping to open the curtains, saw at a glance that Ji Ma was running in with a mobile phone in one hand, a tablet in the other, and an action camera on his shoulder, grinning like a husky.
The yard.
"Victor!"
After Ji Ma rushed into the room and saw Suisui also there, he quickly said hello and said "Happy New Year" off-key, and then couldn't wait to hand over the phone, "Quick! Help me translate, these people are in my
What’s said under the video and photo!”
Wei Ran and Suisui looked at each other in confusion. The latter took Ji Ma's cell phone that had been dinging, and the former started to put on his clothes.
After a while, uncontrollable laughter burst out from the mouths of the two people, and within a very short period of time, it evolved into pig or goose braying.
"Can you two stop laughing and tell me what they said?" Ji Ma, who was scratching his heart with a hundred claws, urged hurriedly.
"No...it's nothing! I compliment you on how handsome you are!" After Wei Ran finished speaking, his uncontrollable laughter burst out again.
Comments and private messages kept popping up in the background of Jima's account. Most of the content basically said that this foreigner who did not understand Chinese was cheated by his friends. There were even a few comments in Russian, and they also praised Jima seriously.
, and seriously gave him bad ideas, ready to trick this foreigner who didn’t understand Chinese.
Even some of them were holding back their bad feelings and suggested in the comments in Russian that they should go out to pay New Year greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year with the Spring Festival couplets that read "Chickens, Fat Eggs", and vowed to get more.
red envelope.
In addition, the private messages this guy received actually invited him to bring products for advertising. However, these private messages asked him to help with advertising. They were not serious things. Almost all of them were about making men happy.
Unique health care medicines.
As for those who told him the truth, there were not none, but very few. Weiran even took the initiative to delete those comments for him.
Of course, in addition to these funny people, those who hold back bad intentions, and a few honest people, the content of Jima’s chat with Wei Ran about his father on the high-speed train was also translated by someone who knew Russian
Posted it in the comment area.
The comments here are rare and serious. Almost all of them are full of pride and friendly invitations. They even recommend where he can visit in China, which cities he can go to, or where to build cemeteries.
Buried are Soviet heroes who once helped China.
“These are good suggestions”
Wei Ran saved screenshots of several representative comments, held back his laughter and asked, "Ji Ma, do you want to go to other cities in China in two days? These people have recommended a lot to you.
Go take your father to see the place."
"Where are we going? When should we set off?" Jima's attention was immediately attracted, and in the blink of an eye he forgot his original purpose of coming here so early in the morning.
"In a week!"
Wei Ran picked up his phone and looked at the calendar, "A week later, Aurora and I will take you out for a few days, and then I will go back to Moscow for an interview. After the interview is over, if you have time, we will also have time.
, you can continue to change a few cities and visit more.”
"Then it's settled!"
Jima happily took over his mobile phone and tablet, "I'm going to take more pictures these days, Victor. I now believe that posting those red papers can really bring good luck. Maybe when I return to Kazan
He was already a star before."
"Well... you understand that right." After Wei Ran said this, he looked at Suisui, and his uncontrollable laughter filled the room again.
