Following the last domestic address recorded in the metal book, Weiran took the high-speed train to Bincheng on the afternoon of the day he arrived in Dandong.
However, when he followed the address and rushed to the destination without stopping, he was a little surprised.
According to the records in the metal book, the former trumpeter Xia Chuan lived here, but what he saw when he arrived at his destination was an old three-story villa guarding the corner of the street that looked very old, especially this one.
At the garage door facing the roadside of the villa, there is also a nondescript wooden plaque hanging on it, which reads "Soseki's old book" in four crooked calligraphy characters, and a string of words that could be called an old sow's leg sprained while arching.
The same mobile phone number is written down.
In addition, in the open space outside the door of this small shop, there are two long solid wood tables, on which various old books are sunned with paperweights.
Through the cast-iron fence next to the sidewalk, Wei Ran looked over with interest, only to find that the old books that were drying were also of all kinds, including various comics, various tomes that made one's scalp numb just by looking at them, and even
There are many short-form novels that have only been vaguely touched upon in childhood memories.
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran pushed open the ajar door, put aside the suitcase that contained nothing at all, and walked towards the garage door.
Gently push open the glass door with posters of workers and peasants. Wherever you look, the three walls are almost filled with solid wood bookshelves. Only a little space is left for the security door on the wall facing the door.
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What's quite interesting is that the items on the bookshelves on the three walls are almost of their own kind.
The bookshelf on the left hand side is filled with all kinds of comics, including those written by Japanese soldiers, as well as the comic books that once flourished in the last century. There are even some old records, tapes, various CDs with genuine logos, etc.
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On the bookshelf facing the door, there are various figurines that Wei Ran knows or does not recognize and some brass instruments. In the most conspicuous position in the middle, there is also a delicately crafted frost that is at least as tall as a person.
It was very sad, but on the hilt of the sword, there was a bugle mottled by time.
On the bookshelf on the right, various historical books are placed in categories. A wicker basket fixed in the center of the bookshelf is filled with white gloves. On the side of the basket, a wooden sign reads
An eye-catching reminder written in Chinese, English, Russian with some grammatical errors, and Japanese that even Wei Ran couldn't understand but could guess roughly - "If you don't want to buy, don't touch it. If you want to buy, ask for the price first."
After reading the three bookshelves, Wei Ran focused on the old man and the young man sitting on the sofa.
The younger one seemed to be about the same age as him. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but his appearance was that of a boy or a girl. He was also wearing a pair of double-breasted practice clothes and a round skirt that he had only seen on Chen Guangling and his son.
Wearing cotton-soled shoes, this look made her face look a little too delicate.
The old man next to him, who was also wearing a white double-breasted training suit, was focusing all his attention on the TV screen facing the sofa. But what was ironic was that what was playing on the screen was a very funny movie.
An old cartoon - Young Hero Little Nezha.
Is that old man Xia Chuan?
Wei Ran frowned slightly. He was extremely sure that it was the trumpeter Xia Chuan, but the expression on the old man's face was as innocent as a child. When the next episode of the animation started, he even
They would also happily hum along with the theme song.
Is he really the trumpeter Xia Chuan?
Wei Ran was hesitant. At this moment, a sigh came from the young man's cell phone, indicating that the crystal had been blown up by the enemy.
"The jungler, your special number is busy catching up on your summer vacation homework in the grass with your special number pouting out, right? What ranking is your special number playing? Can't you go play basketball?"
The young man cursed and taunted, then exited the game interface angrily, raised his chin at Wei Ran, and asked in a tone that was definitely not enthusiastic, "What should I buy?"
"Just take a look." Wei Ran pointed to the bookshelf as he spoke, "How do you sell this dictionary of war and battles?"
Glancing in the direction of Wei Ran's finger, the young man replied crisply, "That was the first edition in August 1993. I only have five copies left here, so they are a little more expensive, 220 a copy, 5 copies."
I want to give you 1,000 for this book!"
“One book is enough”
As he spoke, Wei Ran took out a pair of gloves from the small basket, put them on, and carefully pulled out the well-preserved dictionary.
"Anything else?"
While the young man was talking, he had already taken out a kraft paper file bag from the box next to the sofa, threw a pack of desiccant and a mothball into it, and then handed it to Wei Ran.
Putting the dictionary he bought into his portfolio, Wei Ran looked around and was about to say something, but the young man continued to look at Wei Ran doubtfully and asked, "Why do I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
"Have you seen me?" Wei Ran looked at him in surprise.
"I do seem to have seen you somewhere. Let me think about it. Let me think about it!"
The young man stared at Wei Ran for a while, recalling, and finally slapped his forehead, "Oh——! Oh——! I remembered! I remembered!"
"What are you thinking of?" Wei Ran asked blankly. He had no impression that he had seen the person in front of him.
"This! Is this you?! This Master Hala must be you!"
While the young man was talking, he had already searched for a piece of news on his mobile phone and showed the screen to Wei Ran.
Wei Ran just glanced at the screen and nodded in confusion. On the screen was a screenshot of the news interview he gave to Maozi Media after he donated the photo of the red flag on the Capitol Building.
"It's really you! I just said I had an impression!"
The young man suddenly became very enthusiastic. He stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Xia Shushi. I also study history! Modern Chinese history!"
"Um...Hello, hello, I'm Wei Ran, the one in the news." Wei Ran quickly shook hands with the other person, but he didn't expect that he would be recognized first this time.
After a brief introduction, Xia Shushi warmly greeted Wei Ran to sit down, and took out two cans of cold Coke from the refrigerator. After opening it for Wei Ran in person, he said with some excitement, "You don't know, just...
Because of the photo you found, the teachers in our professional classes specifically mentioned you, and even specially found and translated the video of your interview for us to see."
"Is it that exaggerated?"
“No exaggeration at all!”
As he spoke, Xia Shushi picked up the teapot at hand and poured a cup of tea. He took a sip to test the temperature, then changed the teacup and refilled it and handed it to the old man who was watching cartoons. He asked in a loud voice, "Grandpa."
, Do you want to drink tea? Drink tea!”
"Yes! Nezha! Nezha!"
The old man responded with the same loud voice, raised his finger and pointed at the pet next to the protagonist of the cartoon and said, "Big flower mouse! Buy me a big flower mouse!"
"Buy! Let's go buy it tomorrow!" Xia Shushi agreed happily and asked patiently again, "Would you like some tea?"
"No!" The old man waved his hand and refused.
"Have tea! I'll buy you a big flower mouse!"
Hearing this, the old man immediately took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
"Let's go buy it after watching this episode! Watch it first, and then we'll go after watching it." Xia Shushi pointed at the TV and said.
"Go after watching it!" After the old man finished speaking, he focused on the TV again.
"This old man..." Wei Ran hesitated and looked at Xia Shushi.
"My grandpa"
Xia Shushi put down his tea cup and explained with a normal expression, "I got Alzheimer's disease a few years ago and I can't remember anything."
"Alzheimer's disease?"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously he thought of Katenka, the woman who sat in front of the bookstore all day long, and the woman who held his hand and begged to help her remember her name.
Xia Shushi obviously misunderstood the expression on Wei Ran's face, and explained in a normal tone, "This is what we often call Alzheimer's disease. There is nothing we can do about it. He is almost eighty years old."
"What...don't remember anything?" Wei Ran asked dully.
"But no, I don't remember anything. Sometimes he doesn't remember that I am his grandson. Every morning when I get up, I have to introduce myself and who I am."
Xia Shushi sat on the sofa again, "I am like a child now, my hobbies are different every day."
Wei Ran looked at the old man who was watching cartoons in astonishment. He didn't expect that Chen Qiluo had a heart attack, he didn't expect that Zhao Shengli lost one of his feet, and he didn't expect that Xia Chuan, the bugler decades later, would have nothing.
remembered.
"Normally... do you usually take care of him by yourself?" Wei Ran looked at Xia Shushi and asked.
"I am the only one in our family who has no spare time, so am I the only one who can take care of him?"
Xia Shushi spread his hands as a matter of course, "This old man is very interesting. I taught him how to fight the king before, but I forgot about it after one night. I didn't know why I remembered it again two days ago. I was very excited to play with the human machine.
Son.
Today, his interest has changed to watching cartoons again, and he may like something else tomorrow. He is passing day by day, just like the ever-changing Martin."
Glancing at the old man who was intently watching cartoons again, Wei Ran changed the subject and asked, "Do you own this store?"
"My grandfather opened it after he retired."
Xia Shushi explained proudly, "Our old man is very powerful. He is a veteran of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and..."
He didn't even finish what he said, but the old man didn't know what it was because of, but he suddenly turned around, looked at Wei Ran and asked in surprise, "Supervisor Shen, are you Supervisor Shen? Are you back? Are you? When did you come back? Is the war over?"
At that moment, Wei Ran felt as if his heartbeat was being grabbed by an invisible hand.
"We're back, we're all back." Xia Shushi first gave Wei Ran an apologetic look, then moved to sit down next to the old man and said loudly, "We are all back!"
"It's good to come back! It's good to come back! I miss you so much!" The old man asked with a cry like a wronged child, "Why did you come back?"
"The road is slow!" Xia Shushi spun a lie skillfully, "We will come to you immediately after the battle!"
"Are all comrades okay?" Xia Chuan, who was in his dying years, asked cautiously, "Has anyone died?"
"No! No one died!" Xia Shushi continued, "Everyone is fine! Those who didn't come have all returned to their old troops!"
"It's good that they're all here! It's good that they're all here!"
As he spoke, Xia Chuan stood up tremblingly, tried to straighten his body, and raised his right hand tremblingly to the height of his eyebrows. He looked at Wei Ran and shouted loudly, "Report! Bugler Xia Chuan requests to return to the team! Please give instructions." !”
Looking at Xia Shushi who was winking at him crazily, Wei Ran solemnly stood up straight, raised his hands and returned a less than standard military salute, and also shouted loudly, "Agree to return to the team! Join the ranks!"
