After breakfast, at the gate outside the farm, Wei Ran once again raised his camera and pressed the shutter.
In this group photo, there are not only the children who escaped and the two girls who were rescued halfway, but also the farmer Mr. de Winter, Dr. Walter and his wife, and the two people who were busy following them.
Female nurse.
Time was running out, and after several wounded people, led by Dominic and his little girlfriend Nadia, reluctantly bid farewell, Wei Ran took his uninjured companions and got into the four-wheeled carriage with a canvas canopy.
, letting Derwent shout to the two draft horses, they rushed towards the train station amidst the floating fine snowflakes.
Almost immediately, several carriages and even cars passed by the farm, picking up one or two injured friends and taking them away from the farm.
In the end, only Dominic and Nadia, who were standing at the door supporting each other, were left on the farm, as well as Dr. Walter and Mrs. Lerner, who stayed to take care of them.
"Will we meet them again?" Nadia asked with a hint of confusion and helplessness.
"Yes, definitely." Dominic, who could only stand in a crouching position for the time being, said firmly.
"Of course we will meet. You can meet them after you two recover from your injuries."
Mrs. Lerna said gently, "Okay, two little guys, are you interested in visiting our home? I baked a lot of waffles before coming. You must like them."
The young couple looked at each other, and finally nodded toward Mrs. Lerner, agreeing to her invitation.
Less than five minutes after the two of them, with the help of Walter and Lena, left the farm in a horse-drawn carriage, a Willys Jeep full of American soldiers also drove into the farm.
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After banging on the door to no avail, the leading soldier directly pushed open the unlocked door, then looked around as if he had entered his own home, then took a piece of bread leftover from the morning and stuffed it in
In the mouth.
"There is no one here." As the soldier spoke, he picked up an extra sausage and took a big bite.
"Are those German rats hiding in the gutter?"
A corporal who was still sitting in the car cursed and muttered, "Let's go, let's go find Dr. Walter and ask. He might know something."
Under the greeting of this corporal, the other American soldiers were like a group of bandits who had invaded a house, or they were holding a bottle of wine they didn't know where to find, or they were carrying half a bucket of milk, or they were simply hugging
A pre-teen lamb got into the jeep, stepped on the accelerator and drove off, completely unaware of the messy ruts on the dirt road covered with a thin layer of snow at the farm gate.
At noon that day, under the leadership of a blond girl who looked to be in her early 20s, Wei Ran, who was a complete music idiot, boarded a car with his nominal students in the name of a music teacher.
The train full of people slowly left the border line and headed towards Brussels, amidst the clanging noise and the steam blowing in the face.
After changing trains in Brussels, it took everyone more than an hour to take the slow train to Mons, which smelled of soot.
Under the leadership of "senior tour guide" Wei Ran and the blonde girl who never introduced herself, everyone left the busy train station and took a long-awaited four-wheel carriage to the outside of the city.
It wasn't until sunset that the carriage stopped in front of an old country villa.
"It seems like this is it..."
The blonde girl looked at the surrounding barbed wire fence and muttered vaguely. She reached out and pulled out a leather rope from her collar. She pulled out an old-fashioned key that smelled of body heat and milk and threw it to Wei Ran, "Here is
Sophie's grandma's house. This is the key to this house. Sophie asked me to give it to you.
In addition, she also asked me to tell you that there is some leakage in the attic of this house, and she hopes that you can help repair it when you have time."
Having said this, the blond girl took out another German lunch box from her bag and handed it to Wei Ran, "There is also this, this is hers too."
Let me leave it to you. In addition, if you need to buy groceries, you can go back to the town along this road to buy them. Okay, that's all. Goodbye."
"Please wait a moment," Wei Ran, who was holding a key in one hand and a lunch box in the other, called to the other party, "Excuse me..."
"g"
A letter full of meaning popped out of the blonde girl's mouth, which was a subtle hint of her identity.
"Excuse me, do you know where Sophie and Qiqi went?" Wei Ran asked the question he really wanted to ask.
"They set off last night, and they might have reached the other side by now."
While the blonde girl was talking, the young man driving the carriage took out paper bags containing bread or sausages one by one and handed them to the children who came with them. Then, without waiting for Wei Ran to ask anything else, he shouted
The draft horse turned around and returned the same way, and finally disappeared from sight.
It turns out this key is used here...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned around, walked to the door of the building, and successfully opened the thick wooden door with the old-fashioned key in his hand.
When Jutta and Boyi who came with them helped open the green velvet curtains to let the sunset enter the room, the children who came with them couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow--".
There is nothing unusual about the layout and furniture in this room. Both the tables, chairs and the floor have accumulated traces of time.
But everywhere you look, whether on the walls or on the door, there are oil paintings hanging one after another. There are even rolls of canvas placed on the dusty long table.
Boxes of various colors of paint, and even several easels of different sizes and palettes stacked together waiting to be cleaned.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "These must have been drawn by Sister Sophie"
A little girl made a judgment with a firm tone, and immediately after, except for the two girls who were rescued halfway, the others, including Wei Ran, nodded in agreement.
"Everyone, please clean up here," Wei Ran said, reaching out and trying to pull a string on the side of the door.
With a soft "click" sound, the chandelier on the roof of this room was also lit up.
Looking at the cheering children, Wei Ran smiled, turned and left the room, walking around the house.
I have to admit that although this country house looks a bit old, it has complete facilities. Not only is there a garden with a well on the side of the house, but there is also a stable behind the house. Although there are no horses in the stable, there is a horse parked there.
A four-wheeled carriage.
In addition, in the small shed next to the stable, there are also chopped firewood and coal covered with canvas.
After getting familiar with the environment, Wei Ran sat on the farm carriage and opened the lunch box that the girl who seemed to be from the G Group had just handed to him. What he didn't expect was that there was a large roll of banknotes in the lunch box.
, and a photo taken in Dominic and Nadia’s hospital room just yesterday!
Turning the photo to the back, there was only a set of familiar numbers written on it.
Radio channel? What was that girl talking about? There's a leak in the attic?
Wei Ran reacted immediately, fastened his lunch box, ran into the room quickly, and climbed up the wooden stairs to the top floor.
After some searching, he finally found a wooden ladder leading to the attic from an inconspicuous small room.
Climbing up to the attic on the ladder, after passing through all kinds of clutter and rubbish piled up, when he lifted up a dirty velvet cloth next to the fireplace chimney, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
Under this piece of velvet cloth is a set of wooden tables and chairs with rough workmanship and serious cracks. But on this wooden table that looks very familiar to Wei Ran, there is a copy of Aesop's Fables and a US military BC1000 radio station.
, and a desk lamp.
Glancing at the antenna extending along the chimney of the radio station, Weiran, after some hesitation, skillfully found the switch to turn it on, and then adjusted the frequency to the channel written on the back of the photo.
However, in this extraordinarily quiet channel, apart from some noise, there was no sound at all.
Any movement.
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran turned around and left the attic, carefully pouring water around the three-story country villa.
It was obvious that Sophie must have lived here for a long time. Almost as long as she opened a room, she could see picture frames hanging randomly everywhere, as well as various paints accidentally stained everywhere.
But at the same time, Wei Ran also noticed that in such a large house, the only real traces of life were the three bedrooms on the first floor.
One of the bedrooms is naturally Sophie's room, which can be seen from the paint-stained clothes.
But in another room, there are bookshelves full of books. Pick up a book at random. It was printed before the First World War.
Not only that, there is also a pair of reading glasses with a metal chain on the table by the window in the room facing the garden, as well as a navy blue lady's hat with white feathers. "He is really a noble..."
Wei Ran glanced at the inconspicuous iris carving on the temples of his glasses, muttered and left the room, then went into the last remaining bedroom on the first floor.
This bedroom can also see part of the garden, but this room is filled with glass vases of various shapes and colors, as well as various women's clothing hanging in the wardrobe.
These clothes include gorgeous formal dresses, smart suits, and even coarse cloth clothes that seem to be worn when doing rough work.
But what interests Wei Ran the most is an oil painting hanging on the wall. In this oil painting, there is a woman wearing a long skirt, holding a basket in one hand, and holding gardening shears in the other hand, searching in the garden.
In the maroon basket hanging on the woman's arm, there were already several flowers of different colors. There were also some cut flower stems discarded at her feet.
But the strange thing is, I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but the facial expression of the woman in this oil painting is extremely blurry. It can even be said that her face looks like it has been mosaicd. There is no way to distinguish this woman.
What does it look like?
After taking one last look at the oil painting, Wei Ran left the room, found the girl named Boyi, and gave her the responsibility of taking care of the rest of the children for dinner and cleaning up the room.
As for himself, he just took two pieces of bread and two sausages, returned to the attic again, and continued to listen to the radio station that was still working, expecting to hear any clues from this agreed-upon channel.
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In the dusty attic, Wei Yan moved his chair next to the fireplace chimney and sat down. Then he took out the flatbread stove in the metal book and put it on the table to light it. He used the cup that came with the British army kettle to heat some heat.
water, and briefly toasted the bread and sausages that were brought over.
As he ate a simple but hot dinner and leaned against the increasingly warm fireplace chimney, Wei Ran focused all his attention on the headphones connected to the radio.
