While he was replenishing fuel for the car, Wei Ran also walked to the side of the two Ural trucks with a big cake filled with barbecue.
"Victor, do you still remember us?" A bald middle-aged man who also held a big pancake and rolled meat in his hand asked enthusiastically.
"Of course I remember, Uncle Seryosha." Wei Ran bumped fists with the bald man, "I even dislocated your arm at the dock in Yakutsk."
"Are you provoking?" Seryozha said dissatisfied, "Why didn't you tell me what I had you say under the table?"
"I drank too much at that time and can't remember anything."
Wei Ran, who was extremely bachelor, spread his hands, then bumped fists with the man next to him holding a watermelon, and said with a playful smile, "Uncle Osip, when we were having academic exchanges in the power plant warehouse, I seemed to have
Your arm is dislocated."
"Seryozha, this little bastard is deliberately provoking." Osip said dissatisfiedly, grabbing the beard on his chin.
"Forget it, I'm too old and don't want to fight with him." Seryozha, who was a devil of a man, declined.
"Forty or fifty years old is not very old."
Wei Ran exposed the other party's excuse, then changed the subject and asked, "If you don't talk about this, why did you two cut off your hair and grow a beard instead?"
"It's too hot in this damn place during the day, so I cut my hair." Seryozha said angrily and perfunctorily.
"It's too cold here at night and it's easy to freeze your chin, so you grow a beard. Do you have any objections?" Osip asked in the same tone, "I heard that you were fired by that crazy woman Dalia?"
“So be it”
Wei Ran took a hard bite of the burrito in his hand and glanced at the young man standing behind the two of them, who was busy filling a stainless steel tank with water.
"Don't worry, we are one of our own"
Seryosha also took a bite of the pie in his hand and explained vaguely, "His name is Soliman, and he is Saleh's son. Soliman, come and say hello."
After hearing this, a young man named Soliman came over, wiped the water stains on his hands on the white Arab robe he was wearing, and then stretched his hand towards Wei Ran, with a sunny smile, and spoke with a slight smile.
He said in somewhat broken Russian, "Hello, I am Soliman."
"Victor" Wei Ran shook hands with the other party.
"You guys talk first." Soliman pointed to the water tanker behind him, "I have to keep an eye on it."
"Soliman is a shy young man." Osip took a bite of watermelon, "and he is more polite than you."
"And it won't dislocate your hands."
Wei Ran deliberately teased the other party again, and immediately asked, "Why are you here when you are not staying in Yakutsk?"
Seryosha took another bite of the pie and said, "Don't try to provoke us and make excuses. What that old Gorman taught you is of no use to us."
"I just treat you as friends." Wei Ran spread his hands innocently.
"Do you think your friend is easily dislocated?" Osip mocked, throwing away the watermelon rind in his hand.
"Okay, don't mention the dislocation again."
Seryosha had already eaten the last bite of the pie while he was talking, and before he could swallow it, he took the initiative to explain, "Anna is short of manpower, so we came with her, and we will also be employees of the studio in the future."
"No need to go back to Yakutsk?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
"No need, you will never have to go to that ghost place where you can freeze the faucet by peeing on the roadside." Seryosha said with a smile, "And even our family has moved to Kazan, just in Ji
Ma’s village.”
"Congratulations!" Wei Ran's tone was particularly sincere this time.
"I have to thank you for this."
Osip deliberately wiped the sticky watermelon juice on Wei Ran's shoulder, "Go and come on, we have been waiting for you here for more than half an hour. Let's go to the shooting scene together later."
"Specially waiting for me?"
"Why are you thicker-skinned than Karp?" Seryosha said, lowering his voice slightly. "We came here for the cold food truck."
"Inside that..."
"You'll find out when you get to the shooting site." Seryozha said here, but he was a bit cautious. "Okay, go and refuel your car."
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions. After bidding farewell to the two acquaintances, he turned around and returned to the pickup truck.
After queuing up to fill up the car with gas again, Saleh was the first to leave in the tank truck. But after the fresh food truck was driven out of the gas station, the young man named Baha pushed open the cab.
He opened the car door and walked straight to a small shop on the other side of the road that he didn't know what he was doing.
And Soliman, a young man who had been with Seryosha before, took over the driving job of the fresh car.
"It's like a one-off deal. It's just a crappy movie..."
Wei Ran complained dumbly, letting the two water tankers sandwich the fresh food truck and his armored pickup truck.
Under the leadership of Saleh, a group of five trucks left Siwa Oasis under the setting sun, and then continued to drive along the road for more than ten kilometers. It was not until there was no traffic around that they lined up to drive.
Got off the road.
After bypassing several sand ridges in succession, the last remaining ray of sunset was completely blocked by the raised sand dunes in the distance, and five cars also turned on their headlights one after another.
After slightly lowering the tire pressure, after Weiran enjoyed the initial off-road fun, all that was left was the fatigue caused by continuous driving.
After continuing to drive in the endless desert for more than an hour, Saleh, who was at the beginning, stopped with double flashes.
"Let's take a rest for an hour."
On the radio channel, Saleh said in Russian, "Soliman, remove the board and ask Victor to help you."
"OK"
Listening to the Russian response from the young man on the radio, Wei Ran, who was about to take another mouthful of melted ice cream, could only put down his lunch box and open the car door.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the dazzling car lights, Soliman has climbed onto the roof of the cold food truck and unhooked two three-meter-long pieces from the upper door.
A wooden board more than half a meter wide was thrown down, and then a few sacks were thrown down.
At the same time, Saleh and others were not idle. They each untied a roll of khaki canvas from the top of the cab and covered the oil and water tanks on their respective cars with the drag of the rope.
After the three old men finished their work, Wei Ran also helped Soliman hang two wooden boards with chains on the backs of the two waterwheels, and fixed sacks filled with yellow sand on them.
Without asking, one knows that this is undoubtedly to smooth out the ruts left by them. But why they are so cautious, Weiran can't find the answer at all. As for what is in the fresh food truck, I'm afraid they can only rush
You won't have a chance to find out until you arrive at your destination.
After finishing his work, Weiran only had time to urinate, and at Saleh's urging, he turned off the radio station and continued on his way.
This time, the five vehicles moved in tandem instead of moving end to end. The two water tankers dragging wooden planks no longer guarded the fresh food truck, but were at the end of the queue.
As the saying goes, there are advantages and disadvantages. Although this did eliminate the rut marks, it also greatly affected the speed. After a full hour, the odometer only jumped 20 kilometers.
At this rate, it would probably take them five or six hours to get to the filming location.
"There can't be a nuclear bomb in that cold truck," Wei Ran secretly arranged, while Saleh, who was leading the group, stopped again.
Looking through the rearview mirror shrouded in yellow sand, Wei Ran could only see Seryosha and Osip, who were in charge of driving the water tanker, pushing open the door and walking to the rear of the vehicle. Soon after, they returned to the cab and fired twice.
Double flash.
After a while, the convoy started again. This time, whether it was the water tanker behind or the fresh food truck in front, they all moved forward again, following the leading oil tanker and increasing their speed.
"When it comes to off-roading, you still have to look at Maozi's car."
Weiran looked at the trucks on both sides and couldn't help but admire them. Whether it was the Kamaz that had been racing in the Dakar field all year round or the three slightly outdated Ural 4320s around it, even though they were each carrying heavy loads.
Supplies, but it still feels like walking on flat ground in this desert.
Even the pickup truck I was driving did not insult its pure lineage from the GAZ off-road truck because of the thick armor and the weight brought by the fruits in the cargo bed and compartment.
Of course, this is the Sahara Desert that eats people. Although the soft sand under the wheels cannot trap them, their speed will inevitably be affected.
He kept on driving for nearly three hours, until they rounded a winding sand dune again. Under the dazzling car lights, Wei Ran finally saw a canvas tent with the Milky Way above his head and yellow sand beneath his feet.
And around this tent, not only were there parked more than a dozen Ural trucks, but even the off-road vehicle that already belonged to Jima was also prominently among them.
"We're finally here." Wei Ran stepped on the brakes tiredly. This journey was really hard.
"Victor, you're finally here, please drive next to me."
On the radio channel, Jima yawned and asked, "We will help you set up the tent during the day. By the way, do you want to take a shower? Look at the car I pointed to with the flashlight. You can take a hot shower there."
Water bath, the car next to it is a dining car, there should be a lot of food in it."
Through the car window, he glanced at Ji Ma, who was standing at the back of the off-road vehicle that once belonged to him, and then looked at the two Ural trucks with cabins installed at the strong flashlight in his hand.
Wei Ran's face was full of astonishment. He thought that the shooting conditions in the depths of the desert would not be much better, but he did not expect that there would be a hot bath waiting for him.
"Are you really here to make a movie?" Wei Ran picked up the radio and asked while driving the car next to Jima.
"Of course we are here to make a movie."
Ji Ma, who was outside the car door, replied on his mobile phone by taking off his pants and farting. When Weiyan opened the car door, he immediately continued with a playful smile, "But this place is definitely better than any shabby hotel in that damn place in Siwa Oasis."
Comfortable."
However, before Wei Ran could say anything, or even before he jumped out of the cab, the satellite phone on the dashboard rang.
Glancing at the screen, Wei Ran saw that the caller was Teacher Dalia, and immediately pressed the answer button.
"Are you here?" Teacher Daria on the other end of the phone asked.
"Just right, not even two minutes."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, seeing that Dalia on the other end of the phone did not respond, he asked after a moment of silence, "Teacher Dalia, what's wrong?"
"Mrs. Valentina just stopped breathing."
Teacher Dalia sighed and said, "She asked me to thank you for her, thank you for finding her Vajim."
Glancing at Ji Ma outside, Wei Ran closed the car door directly and asked after hesitating for a moment, "What else did she say?"
"She said she finally didn't have to endure the hardship anymore."
Dalia responded almost babbled, "She passed away peacefully. The body of Comrade Vajim was beside her, and her grandson was with her on the other side. I think she should have no one left in this world."
It’s a pity.”
"I guess so"
Wei Ran sighed, "Teacher Dalia, please help me place a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of vodka in front of her and Vajim's tombstone."
