In the basement of the library, just when Wei Ran thought the visit was over, Suisui actually pulled him into a room at the end.
As the lights in the room turned on, he noticed that there was actually a large printing equipment in the room that he didn't know where he got it from!
I bent down and looked at the nameplates on these devices, and found that without exception they were all products from the Soviet era. Even the place of production, without exception, came from Leningrad in the 1980s!
"Where did this come from?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"My father specially found it for me from the warehouse of a long-closed printing factory in Volgograd, and then I spent a lot of money to transport it!"
Suisui smiled brightly and said, "He really couldn't bear to lose that broken car to you, so he found this for you. In his words, this equipment is enough to develop 68-inch large photos."
Having said this, the Katenka sisters who followed in also opened the two large iron cabinets in the room. Suisui also leaned over and pointed at the contents of the cabinets and said, "I also asked Aunt Dalia, she helped
I bought enough large photo paper."
Glancing at the packs of photo paper wrapped in light-shielding paper in the cabinet, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. Just looking at the outer packaging and the production date on it, he knew that these photo papers were probably specially made in Kazan.
Custom-made by a product factory. I’m afraid the only ones who can do this are Teacher Daria and the others.
I'm pretty good at asking for help...
Wei Ran cooed secretly, and a series of thanks came out of his mouth, which fully satisfied the former's psychological need to be praised.
"Are you tired?" Suisui asked nonchalantly, while looking at Wei Ran pointedly.
"No...I'm not tired."
Wei Ran answered expectantly, but then, the girl clapped her hands hard and said with a smile, "Since you're not tired, how about developing the photos later?!"
"I..." Wei Ran, knowing that he had been tricked, nodded and agreed, dumbfounded.
Suisui, whose cunning plan succeeded, also ran out of the darkroom and got into the battery car.
He allowed the other party to pull him to the door of his house in a battery car. As the door opened, the dog Beria immediately rushed forward with his head and tail wagging, put his arm on Wei Ran's shoulder and washed his face. As for the two people with African registered permanent residences,
The big-eared fox seemed to be sealed and had no intention of leaving the fireplace more than three meters away.
Pulling away this enthusiastic big dog, Wei Ran went into the darkroom on the first floor, randomly took a photo album specifically for negatives and put it in his pocket, and by the way handed over the task of transporting the developed photos upstairs.
The three of them, Sui Sui, and he himself, taking the dog Beria who followed suit, walked slowly back to the basement of the library.
After shutting the dog out and locking the door, Weiran got familiar with the equipment carefully.
There is no doubt that these equipment are much more professional than the one at home, but in essence they have not changed much at all. In fact, because they are more professional than the one I used before, it is actually easier to develop photos with this equipment.
A lot.
With confidence in mind, Wei Ran, who was also full of expectations, stopped wasting time. He took out disposable gloves, masks and dust caps from the cabinet at the entrance and put them on, then adjusted the lighting to red light mode, and then
Take out the metal book, open it, and start developing the photos.
After returning to those forgotten historical fragments so many times, even Wei Ran himself did not have an accurate number of how many photos he took, but most of the film specifications used were nothing more than 120 and 135.
As long as the shooting is clear enough, the former can produce large-sized photos up to 48 inches, while the latter can only produce photos of 24 inches to 32 inches at most.
From the Battle of Stalingrad when he first entered, to Tengxian County, Baiyangdian, to the North African battlefield, the Hawaiian battlefield, etc., when he once again took out a photo taken in Mine No. 52 from the metal book
By the time the photo was taken, a full four or five hours had passed.
After looking at the large photos hanging above his head, Wei Ran put away the metal book with satisfaction. These photos have been selected and can be released without worrying about causing any trouble.
In order to avoid suspicion, he did not rush to develop the newly acquired photos of Nineel, and decided to wait until later.
In addition, not all of these photos come from metal books. They also include two group photos that were obtained from Leva, a veteran who learned photography skills.
Among these two group photos, the first one is of Leva, who belongs to the 131st Brigade, holding an SVD sniper rifle, and 10 other companions who also wear Afghan cards, standing in front of a BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle and taking a high-spirited group photo.
But in the second group photo, only the one-armed Leva was left, and a veteran who had lost both legs and was sitting in a wheelchair with numb eyes.
The two of them still wore Afghan cards, but behind them there was no longer the infantry fighting vehicle from back then, nor the other nine comrades who should have appeared. Instead, there were only nine empty chairs.
Pulling off the dust cap and mask, Wei Ran opened the locked door and immediately asked about the aroma of the hot pot. Then he saw several girls led by Suisui eating around a large round table in the center of the basement.
Not surprisingly, the ventilation duct directly above the table also whirred away the pungent steam.
"Come over and eat!"
Suisui put down the cup in her hand and greeted her enthusiastically. Lola, who was not far from her, immediately stood up and took out a large box of mutton rolls from the refrigerator against the wall.
"Why did you come here to eat?" Wei Ran asked, sitting down next to Suisui.
“It’s warm enough here”
Suisui burped, and while pouring wine for Wei Ran, she said, "And it won't make the room smell like hot pot."
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Anfiya said while using a spoon to spread the brains covered in red oil, "You can eat anything with strong flavor here, and there are many things to play with here."
Subconsciously looking at the several coin-operated game machines and claw machines that had not yet been closed in the room not far away, Wei Ran shook his head in confusion. It was indeed a good time to have a hot pot in this place.
It's just that for him, after he had just developed so many photos taken on the battlefield, he was pulled to the dining table to eat meat and drink wine with a group of beautiful girls. This psychological discomfort was inevitable.
After barely filling his stomach and drinking two glasses of cold beer, Suisui also noticed that he was in a low mood, so he simply ended the meal early, and together they helped send all the washed and dried photos to the store on the surface that was not yet open for business.
library.
After these few hours of busy work, it was already dusk outside, and the empty library was dyed a warm golden yellow by the sunset, and Wei Ran's mood also improved a lot.
Under Anfiya's control, the blank photo frames suspended in mid-air by steel cables descended to eye level one after another. Large black and white photos of different sizes and content were also displayed on Wei Ran's screen.
Under the command, they were fixed on the front and back of the photo frame in groups of two.
Finally, when the photo frame carrying the red flag of the Reichstag and the photo of General Weidling's surrender was raised facing the entrance, the small spotlights pointing upward from the bottom of the photo frame were also controlled by Anfia.
They lit up one after another, releasing a warm dim light.
After looking at the blank photo frames that had reached the highest level, and then at the friends frozen in the photo frames that were only about one meter away from his head, Wei Ran couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"That soldier's name is Li Hexian"
Wei Ran raised his hand and pointed to the soldier in the nearest photo frame and said, "Next to him is his younger brother Li Sui'an. Both of their brothers are from Sichuan and Shu, and both participated in the defense battle in Teng County in 1938. Li Hexian,
Didn’t survive.”
Taking a few steps forward, Wei Ran pointed to another photo and said, "The soldier in this photo is called Zhao Shengli, and the guy wearing glasses next to him is named Chen Qi. They both participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. I have seen these two soldiers."
An old man, and the rest of the soldiers in this group photo all died, and some didn't even make it home."
Suisui was startled when she heard this, and silently followed Wei Ran a few steps forward. She listened quietly as he pointed to a photo and continued, "The woman in the photo who was crushed by a tank is
Staff of the propaganda department in Berlin during World War II in Germany."
After a short pause, Wei Ran walked around to the other side of the album, pointed at the two young people inside and said, "The older one is called Marco, and the one next to him is his brother Mario. The woman just now is their aunt.
.”
"Did you find all of this through your investigation?" Suisui asked without looking back, with her neck raised.
Wei Ran's body trembled subconsciously, and he nodded heavily, "I investigated them all. These are people who have been forgotten by history. Too few people know their stories."
"Is this man a pastor?" Suisui, who had been raising her neck, asked, pointing to the man holding a Bible in another photo next to him.
"His name is Tom. He was a chaplain in the US Army. He participated in the Second Battle of Guam in 1944." Wei Ran sighed, "He did not survive that war, but he made many good friends.
"Is this Baiyangdian?" Suisui asked, pointing to a photo of the wedding scene, "I seem to have seen this photo at my grandma's house."
"Yes!" Wei Ran nodded again, "I found the negative of the photo from my grandma's house."
Suisui withdrew her gaze, looked at Wei Ran and said, "I suddenly remembered a movie."
"What movie?" Wei Ran also looked at the other party.
"Coco"
Suisui let out a long breath, "That animated movie said that the real death is to be forgotten by the world. Look at these people in the photo, they have a second life now."
"There are a lot of people alive inside."
Wei Ran first shook his head in confusion, then sighed and added with some regret, "It's just that he's not young anymore."
"They will always be young." Suisui raised her head again and said with great certainty, "These people will never grow old, never!"
