Just as Wei Ran was muttering those lyrics, the metal book quietly turned a page, and then, three red vortexes appeared on the back of the previous page.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill pen wrote four words under the first red vortex that almost brought tears to the corners of Wei Ran's eyes - "Light up, Uncle!"
After a while, the metal quill moved under the second red vortex and wrote, "Comrade, how come your ideological consciousness is so low?"
After still pausing for a few seconds, the metal quill moved to the bottom of the last red vortex and wrote, "Charge! Sound the charge!"
There was a soft "click" sound, and the metal quill that completed the work fell on the light yellow paper.
"Click"
There was another soft sound, and a tear slipped down the corner of Wei Ran's eye, and also hit the page.
At the same time, on the next page of the metal book, a blue countdown also appeared - 239:59:59
Ten days?
Wei Ran wiped the corners of his eyes. He was not too obsessed with the beating countdown, nor did he take out the items in the three vortexes. Instead, he put away the metal book, got up, walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and also put the things he had put in the bathroom.
The silenced pistol inside was put away in the food box.
After crawling back into bed, Wei Ran booked a flight back to China early the next morning, then took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book and played "Guangling San" over and over again.
But for some reason, this song seemed to have lost its previous effect. Until the hotel attendant knocked on the door to remind him that the guests next door had been disturbed, he still felt as if there was a fire in his heart.
Those friends who had met briefly, or comrades-in-arms, all won honors in that war, but Wei Ran wanted them to be like the health worker Chen Qi, the scout Zhao Shengli, and the bugler Xia Chuan.
All must go home and live their lives.
But he knows better that even if they have a choice, even if they can choose again, those people will probably rush to the battlefield without hesitation. Just to be able to do what Zhao Shengli said back then - to make future generations stand upright a hundred years later.
Enjoy peace in your spine!
After tossing and turning all night, the white color of fish belly appeared outside the window. Wei Ran once again took out the metal book and took out the contents of the three red vortexes one by one.
In the first whirlpool, there is a copper flashlight that is not too big but is made of extremely solid materials. Although the inscriptions and trademarks on it have been replaced by hourglass marks, Wei Ran can still tell that it is the product of the former U.S. Army
The Yongbei brand flashlight was widely used and was basically eliminated at the end of World War II.
But on that battlefield abroad, such flashlights had been eliminated, but they still played a role in the hands of the volunteers. When Weiran pushed the switch of the flashlight, the bright yellow beam also hit the thick curtains, which also made
He couldn't help but think of the car driver Liu Yijiao, who was obviously about the same age as him but a generation older than him.
I remembered the chat between the two of them while repairing the truck on a rainy night, and the other person's calm explanation of the origin of his nickname.
Turning off the flashlight, Wei Ran put it back into the red vortex, then pulled out a Type 50 engineer shovel produced by China from the second vortex.
On this shovel painted with green and yellow paint, the scant production information has also been replaced by an hourglass logo in a metal book.
But Wei Ran remembered clearly that he had used this shovel to dig sniper bunkers under tanks, used it to dig smokeless stoves, and even used it to bury landmines.
Still putting it back into the red vortex, Wei Ran took out the contents of the last vortex. But when he saw the bugle, he couldn't help but tremble. It was rare that the bugle was not covered by the metal book.
It has been renovated, but there are still some potholes caused by collisions, and even the white cloth strips wrapped around it for camouflage have dark red blood stains!
After sending it back to the vortex, Wei Ran turned the page forward without giving up. The picture of the cap badge drawn by the metal quill still did not become a photo, and the paper bag used to hold the negatives still did not appear next to it.
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Wei Ran sighed secretly, collected the metal book, picked up his unopened luggage, checked out of the hotel and went straight to the airport.
Before the countdown to the new page of the metal book reached zero, he couldn't help but rush back to take a look. As for the situation on Suisui's side, he was not worried. Anyway, those two Katenkas were not fools.
Suisui is also very smart with her small calculations. The three of them will definitely be able to unite the front quickly.
After many transfers, Weiran's flight landed at the Capital Airport again.
I called Chen Guangling, who said he was already waiting at the airport.
Seeing this, Wei Ran stopped thinking about it, picked up his luggage as quickly as possible, and almost jogged to join the other party.
"The car is ready for you"
As soon as they met, Chen Guangling handed a bunch of car keys to Wei Ran, "In addition, I also bought the cigarettes and alcohol you asked me to buy, and they are all in the car. Wei Ran, are you in trouble? I
I know some people here, maybe..."
"Teacher Chen misunderstood, it's not a problem."
Wei Ran followed the other party to the parking lot and said, "There are some elders who want to visit and it's urgent, so I'm asking for your help."
"Hi! It's not your fault." Chen Guangling breathed a sigh of relief, "If you encounter any trouble, just tell me, but please don't ever meet me."
"I won't call you if I see someone else." Wei Ran smiled and changed the topic to Chen Luoxiang, who had gone to another province to study.
The two Wangnianjiao, who were twenty or thirty years apart in age, chatted all the way. Wei Ran, who was in charge of driving, did not dare to delay too much after sending Chen Guangling home. He immediately drove the borrowed business car with the help of the navigation system.
Driving due south.
Thanks to the domestic road conditions, before one o'clock that afternoon, Wei Ran drove the car into a small county under Langshi, almost close to the capital.
After taking a short rest and filling up the car with fuel, Weiran continued south and drove into a village surrounded by farmland.
It was August, and the scorching temperature made the cicadas on the trees along the street crow louder and louder than the others like a competition. But also because of the scorching temperature, there were almost no people in this quiet little village.
Although the address provided in the metal book is accurate to the house number, there are not many people in northern rural areas who are willing to nail the number to the door - because it is simply not necessary.
As a last resort, Wei Ran stepped on the brakes in front of what looked like a rural canteen, picked up a bottle of mineral water and a popsicle from the freezer under the umbrella, and walked towards the drowsy shop while he was paying.
The boss asked, "Uncle, I want to inquire about someone."
"Who are you looking for?" the canteen owner asked sleepily in Mandarin with a slight accent.
"Is there anyone named Chen Qi in our village?" Wei Ran asked while paying.
"Chen Qi?" The canteen owner thought for a while and asked uncertainly, "How old is the Chen Qi you are looking for?"
"I guess he must be over seventy years old," Wei Ran replied in the same uncertain tone.
"oh--!"
The uncle answered in a long tone, "Go back, see the intersection, turn right along the intersection, and enter the first alley on the right. Young man, why are you looking for him?"
"I paid for the old house."
While talking, Wei Ran took out a box of Chinese cigarettes bought on the road from his pocket, gave one to the boss and said, "I checked the county annals of our county and found that there was a veteran in this village who resisted U.S. aggression and aided Korea, so I planned to visit their home.
Is there anything good?"
"Can I still find Uncle Chen's name in the county annals?"
The canteen owner asked in surprise, then lit up a cigarette and shouted, "I guess so. My uncle did go abroad to fight, but I advise you to give up."
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
"The things he brought back from Zhaoxian and the military medals are usually like treasures. It's hard for others to even take a look at them."
The canteen owner simply handed Wei Ran a plastic stool and said with a cheerful smile, "His son and I are kind of brothers. When we were young, we stole the old man's military medals and went to school to show off, and we even returned them the same day.
School isn't out yet, and the old man you're looking for has gone to school.
It’s not an exaggeration at all! That old man! As soon as the belt was taken off, there was a big blood mark on my brother’s butt!”
"Were you beaten too?" Wei Ran asked happily.
"No!"
The canteen owner scratched the back of his head and said, "My dad wanted to start a fight, but when he heard that I had stolen Uncle Chen's military medal for fun, he grabbed his belt and turned around to greet me. Later, he still
I, Uncle Chen, stopped me, otherwise I think we both would have been beaten to death."
Wei Ran grinned and was about to say something when the canteen owner continued, "My uncle's wife, my aunt, was also teaching in our school at the time.
She didn't do it, but from that day until the winter vacation at the end of the year, there was so much homework! She couldn't even finish it even if she had to light up the lamp and cook every day.
Let me tell you, young man, you can go to his house to ask for tea and a meal, but if you dare to say you want to buy his treasure, the old man will throw the kettle in your face."
At this point, the canteen owner became interested. He put out his cigarette butt and stood up. As he walked out, he said, "How about I take you there? Maybe I can save your life. Even if I can't save you, I can still save you."
It’s fun to watch.”
Who the hell are these people...
Wei Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, and secretly made up his mind that he would not have to use the excuses he had thought up on the road when he died.
Following the boss out of the shady canteen, Wei Ran waited for the other person to get in the car, then started the car, turned around, and drove to Chen Qi's home under the other person's guidance.
When the car stopped at the entrance of the alley, he saw an old man sitting at the entrance of the alley holding a cattail leaf fan. Although more than half a century of time had made him no longer young, Wei Ran could still recognize him at a glance.
