When the field of vision returned to normal and the surrounding furnishings changed to what they were in a hotel, Wei Ran, who had been tense all the time, finally let out a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.
Amidst the soft sound of pages turning, the metal feather pen brushed down the following story:
Invite Angelica tonight
Intelligence officer Luke Campbell was on the outskirts of Savage Mountain in May 1942. The patient realized that there was no hope of escaping due to his illness. In order not to drag down his companions, before the onset of malaria, he handed the intelligence to Liang Yimin, the leader of the cooking team, for preservation and death.
On February 20, 1943, monk Sehao and the Yerenshan aborigines moved and buried him in a cave outside Mo's village.
In October 1946, Zhou Guochang moved his body to London and was buried with his ex-wife and daughter.
In June 1942, Liang Yimin, leader of the cooking squad, encountered a flash flood while chasing a large army and was killed in Yeren Mountain. Qin Shouzheng and others were temporarily buried in an unknown cave at the southern foot of Yeren Mountain.
On February 20, 1943, monk Sehao and the Yerenshan aborigines moved the body to a cave outside the village of Mo.
In May 1942, Zhou Guochang followed Liang Yimin and others into Yeren Mountain. In June of the same year, he fainted in an unknown swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, he was rescued by the aboriginal people of Yeren Mountain. Later, with the help of the aboriginal people, he took half of the quinine medicine to catch up with the expeditionary force.
The headquarters of the Fifth Army withdrew to Redo, India after more than a month.
In October of the same year, after training, he was assigned to the Indian Army as a translator. In October of the following year, he participated in the counterattack with the army.
In March 1945, he broke away from the battle order and returned to Oxygen to search for his separated family members.
In 1950, he was involved in the power-free civil war. During this period, he led the Chinese resistance movement and unexpectedly found his separated siblings.
In 1962, before the rise of the electricity-free anti-Chinese movement, his family moved to England.
On January 29, 1986, Zhou Guochang passed away in his sleep, leaving one son and younger brothers alive.
In May 1942, Qin Shouzheng followed Liang Yimin and others into Yeren Mountain. In June of the same year, he collapsed in an unknown swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, he was rescued by the Aboriginal people of Yeren Mountain.
After a short period of training, Qin Shouzheng took half of the quinine and intelligence and withdrew to China with the remnants of the 96th Division of the Fifth Army. In March of the following year, he was incorporated into the 50th Division of the 54th Army.
In 1944, he accompanied the army on the second expedition to Myanmar, participated in many battles and was incorporated into the New First Army. In the winter of the same year, he was injured and disabled in the battle to recover Bhamo. He was discharged from the hospital in September 1945, broke away from the battle order on his own, and went to the village of Mo to defend himself.
Mausoleum.
In the summer of 1947, Qin Shouzheng assumed the alias Nianqian and became the abbot of the Modi Village Temple.
In 1950, he died accidentally due to the civil war in Myanmar. His body was secretly taken back to the cave in the back mountain of Mot Village by monk Sehao for burial.
Monk Sehao followed Liang Yimin and others into Yeren Mountain in May 1942. In June of the same year, he collapsed in an unknown swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, he was rescued by the Aboriginal people of Yeren Mountain.
In January 1943, Monk Sehao and his aboriginal believers traveled through Yeren Mountain. Along the way, they collected the skeletons of Liang Yimin and others, moved them to the mountain behind Modi Village, and lived in seclusion in a cave until the summer of 1944.
After the war, he returned to secular life in 1947. During this period, he secretly assisted Qin Shouzheng, the abbot of the temple, to move the bones of the expeditionary army soldiers to the mountain behind Modi Village. In the spring of the following year, he and his wife were invited to go to Oxygen to help Zhou Guochang search for his lost family members.
During the civil war in 1950, Sehao's wife died due to the war. In the winter of the same year, Sehao became a monk again in Yumo's village temple.
In 1985, Monk Sehao passed away in the Buddhist hall at the abandoned temple site, leaving letters and some relics hidden in the belly of the Buddha statue.
Just a few lines of words filled the rest of everyone's lives. The metal quill pen started another line, listing a detailed address in London, England, and the contact number of a person named Zhou Qiguang. Immediately afterwards,
A detailed set of coordinates is also listed.
After a moment of pause, the metal quill pen paused on the page for a long time, as if it had a lot to say but didn't know where to start. But in the end, it just wrote "
The words "go home".
As the page turned, the metal quill left a line of handwriting that seemed to be smoky under the slowly rotating red vortex, "Cooking Class, help us cook another bowl of oil tea."
"good..."
Wei Ran muttered in response, and the metal quill fell on the table with a clatter.
However, before Wei Ran could take out the contents of the red vortex, the metal book flipped forward to the back of the eleventh page where the row boat was placed.
However, the red vortex on this page has stopped rotating, and there is a countdown of more than one hundred hours on it.
Blocked again?
Wei Ran just had time to say something, but he found that the countdown speed suddenly accelerated, and it had returned to zero before he could react. The red vortex also started to rotate slowly after a slight light.
After reacting for a while, Wei Ran looked around at the environment of the guest room. In the end, he was wise and did not take out the raft. Instead, he just squatted down, put his hand on the carpet, and carefully took out the latest
Something in the red swirl that appears.
"It turned out to be this..."
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then nodded in relief, and murmured another promise, "Wait a moment, and I'll cook you a bowl of oil tea soon."
After saying this, he sat on the carpet and untied the tarpaulin covering the bamboo basket.
When the tarpaulin was unfolded, it was two meters square, and black mimeographed words could be seen on it - one inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand youths and one hundred thousand troops.
Secretly clenching his fists, Wei Ran took off the double-eared iron pot and wooden lid that were upside down on the basket and placed them on the spread tarpaulin. Then he took out the small enamel pot with lid and enamel pot that he had used earlier.
Kettle.
At this point, in addition to a few covered bamboo tubes fixed on the inside of the backpack with leather ropes, there is only a willow eucalyptus board, two kitchen knives in wooden boxes, and a stir-fry spoon and
Rolling pin. Of course, there is also a handful of kuai in a bamboo tube at the bottom, as well as several stacked bamboo bowls and two pairs of British army lunch boxes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After taking these things out and looking at them, Wei Ran opened several bamboo tubes fixed one by one on the inside of the backpack.
"Tea leaves, brown sugar, meat oil, chopped sesame and peanuts, rice, coarse salt, chili, dried bamboo shoots, and soy sauce?! What is this?"
Wei Ran poured out a small yellow ball the size of his fingertip from the last bamboo tube he opened and put it into his mouth. The crispy and oily texture made him immediately guess that this thing was probably the one that Tan Shouzheng used to fight with the Japanese.
The oil nut mentioned in the crash.
One by one, Wei Ran covered the bamboo tubes, which were about half a meter thick and about half a meter long, with lids also made of bamboo. Wei Ran looked at the things hanging in a circle outside the backpack.
There are also many things on it. On the right side of the backpack hangs a World War II American kettle with a canvas cover and a kerosene lamp. There is also a wick rope wrapped around the handle of the kerosene lamp.
He didn't even need to look at the American kettle to know that it contained kerosene for lighting lamps and igniting fires. He even remembered that the straps of this backpack were modified from the seat belts of the Japanese plane when they took shelter in the crash.
of.
But on the left side of the backpack, in addition to two pairs of straw sandals, there was also a German lunch box hanging. Taking off the German lunch box and opening it, Wei Ran couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. In the upper tray of the lunch box, there was only
With a plastic-wrapped black and white photo.
In the photo, young monks Wei Ran and Sehao, as well as Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng each held a kettle and clinked glasses next to the tombstones of Squad Leader Liang and Mr. Luke.
Although only the back of his own head could be seen in the photo, Wei Ran could see from the expressions on the faces of the other three people that they were happy to have survived the disaster, were afraid of the war, and that they had not found their separated family members and had no way to return home.
Regret and loss.
After holding the photo and looking at it silently for a long time, Wei Ran exhaled forcefully and reached out to pick up the tray of the lunch box. However, the lower layer of the lunch box was only filled with white rice.
He put the tray and photos back in place, then closed the lid of the lunch box and hung it on the side of the backpack. Wei Ran put all the items on the tarpaulin back into the backpack and tied them carefully, just waiting to go to Mo again.
When visiting the village, cook another pot of oil tea for them.
Putting away his backpack, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains. He looked out at the sunny, prosperous and lively city, at the congested traffic and hurried passers-by on the street downstairs. For a moment, he felt quite...
It's a bit like an illusion from another world.
After staring at the scenery outside the window for a long time, Wei Ran took out the Guqin Yaoguang that had not been used for a long time, played the strings with both hands, and once again played the song "Guangling San" that he had not played for a long time.
