At Fishing Ground No. 33, after a whole week of busy work by Wei Ran and others, this long-abandoned prison finally cleared away all the weeds. By the way, we also caught a few. Although they were still quite fat, they were not very tasty due to the wrong season.
rabbit.
In addition, with the cooperation of everyone, all the doors, windows, tables and chairs on the surface have been polished, rusted and repainted fairly carefully.
Of course, it is through this week's hard work that these peers have become quite good friends.
It was through this week's understanding that everyone realized belatedly that the peer with such an outdated name as "Nineel" was actually an all-rounder who pretended to be talented.
From repairing motorcycle saws and doors, windows and roofs, to talking with Olga about the history of European music development or talking with Olena about the influence of medieval aesthetic concepts on sculpture.
He can even chat with Jima about character creation techniques in acting, and even chat with Maya about some Latin terms in the field of abnormal psychology that no one else has heard of.
Even Thorne could find something to talk about for an hour or two on legislative issues regarding animal protection.
The premise of all this is that as long as you are willing to take the initiative to chat with him and start the topic, then he is definitely the best chat partner. On the contrary, if you do not take the initiative to chat with him, then he can even remain silent all day long.
But the more this happened, the more Wei Ran did not dare to have too in-depth communication with him. The few chats between the two of them were basically focused on the cooking of various Chinese cuisines, which is what he can currently do.
To be sure, Nineel is a rare breed of man who doesn't have a wide range of interests.
Or to put it another way, this person of the same age has no pursuit of food at all. He can eat the Chinese dishes made by Wei Ran, and he can also eat the Hassa meat dishes made by the brothers Thorn and Maya. Even Ji Ma cooked them.
He ate the car's "Hong Sao Tu Liu" with gusto without any wastage.
Naturally, perhaps the most satisfying thing about guarding such a young man who works hard, can have something to talk about at any time, and is not picky about food at all is the quite amorous Olga.
It's a pity that even the two rabbit heads who were thrown into the garbage by Ji Ma can see that Nineel treats everyone equally, regardless of gender, and maintains the right enthusiasm and the same right sense of distance.
Time flashed to the morning of July 7th. Wei Ran and others who originally thought they could leave after completing the cleanup work, but under the leadership of Gorman who came by boat, they rushed to the first ray of dawn to cover this barely visible area.
In front of the brand-new abandoned prison, they packed up their tents, luggage bags, and the few remaining supplies. Under the arrangement of the former, they got into several sentinels on both sides of the prison gate in groups of two.
tower, and each received a no-name walkie-talkie, a balaclava that only exposed the eyes, and a pair of plastic sunglasses that were obviously fake. "Finally, please help me stand guard here for a while." Gorman walked towards the prison.
While walking outside, he said, "I will sail back to you at noon. Okay, now keep quiet and don't make any noise. If you are tired, you can find a place to sit in the sentry tower and wait for the servants to arrive.
Remember to put on your mask."
Before he finished speaking, the old guy stepped onto the dilapidated fishing boat again, started the engine and disappeared quickly.
At the second sentry tower on the left side of the gate, Wei Ran, who was standing guard here alone, hesitated for a moment, stuffed the walkie-talkie into his luggage bag, zipped it up, and then roughly inspected the sentry tower.
Until he was sure that there was nothing that should not be there, he sat on a chair that had been abandoned for who knows how long. In the first ray of morning sun that had just jumped out of the horizon, he put on the black mask, and then
I put on the pair of sunglasses again that were not as well made as toys.
As these people waited patiently, almost as the sun completely jumped out of the lake, a 1400 patrol boat painted in black without any horns, weapons or even flags, also stopped steadily amidst the roar of the engine.
On the dock of Fishing Ground Prison No. 33.
Although it's against the rising sun, fortunately they have cleared the grass around the gravel road from the prison to the dock a few days ago, and the distance is not too far, so Wei Ran can be seen clearly even without a telescope.
see, drive that
The man behind the boat was none other than the father of the sisters Olga and Olena, Ivan the medic at that time.
Soon, as the gangplank was set up on the side of the boat and the pier, a few old guys who looked about the same age as Ivan were the first to jump off the deck.
At this time, Wei Ran had also raised his telescope, so he could clearly see that among the first people to come down, there were both Gorman and those who went to old Ivan's house to fish with him.
Those two old sailors I met.
Of course, there were people who Wei Ran didn't know who came down right behind. In fact, among these people, there was actually an active-duty soldier with the rank of major, just as Ji Ma said back then! But without exception, the hands of these people
Inside, each of them was carrying what seemed to be a crowbar!
When he saw the soldier, Wei Ran put down the telescope as quickly as possible and put it away in a metal book. Then, like a tin soldier, he stood up straight and looked through the expression on his face.
Wearing cheap sunglasses, he continued to look at the people coming off the boat.
But soon, he was surprised to find that the first person to get off the boat in the second batch was actually Mr. Nicholas!
This old guy was wearing a straight Soviet KGB lieutenant colonel uniform. Behind him, including Dalia and others, as well as some people Wei Ran knew or didn't know, each held a small child that was not too big.
The urn comes off the boat.
Behind these people were some middle-aged men and women. They were all wearing black formal clothes and each held a black umbrella in their hands. However, a few of these people did not hold an umbrella.
But they all held a neatly folded piece of red that stood out among the black!
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The team walked silently towards the edge of the prison, the small square covered with granite tiles.
At the same time, when everyone arrived and stood still, the first few people who came over had already used the crowbars in their hands to open a few rounds in the corner of the small square that had been cleared not long ago.
Floor tiles next to each other.
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran also raised the telescope again, and then he clearly saw that the rectangular granite floor tiles with a side length of less than one meter that were lifted were originally facing down, and all of them were engraved with a sufficiently eye-catching letter.
The letter "k", and, and a four-digit number starting with "-0".
"K?"
Wei Ran turned the focus wheel to try to see more clearly, and murmured to himself, "Is it the k of kgb, or the k of bell tower (.tbha)? Or both?"
Naturally, no one helped him answer this small question at this time, and his attention was also placed on the locations that were originally covered by granite floor tiles.
They were small pits about half a meter each, and there seemed to be something in each small pit. Almost subconsciously, he thought of Karenina who was buried by him and Nikolai on the banks of the Tula River.
That poor woman who almost forgot everything before her death also had an inconspicuous K on her tombstone, and she also put something in the grave she prepared for herself decades ago.
"You poor old guy, how many people are you going to bury with your own hands..." Wei Ran looked pityingly at the upright old man Nicholas standing in the center of the officialdom, and pitied himself at the granite tiles laid in the square.
He didn't know how many of those floor tiles were empty and how many had already played their original role. He didn't know how many of those people standing behind Nicholas with their heads hanging down would need to bury themselves under such a tile in the future.
In an unknown cemetery.
After a while, Dalia held the urn in her arms with her own hands and placed it in a grave pit. Then she took the conspicuous red cloth handed by the person behind her and gently covered it with the urn, carefully
He flattened it out and straightened the dead ends, revealing a small patch of inconspicuous bright yellow.
There was no ceremony, no speech or music, not even the slightest pause. Those cold and heavy granite floor tiles simply covered the regrets that those people had been pursuing for half their lives.
"Boom——!"
Almost at the same time that the last floor tile was restored to its original shape, a low and long bell rang out from an inconspicuous sentry tower in the corner of the prison, and those standing at the edge of the cemetery each took their breath from their pockets.
He took out something and sprinkled it on the cemetery.
"Boom——!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
With each bell ringing through this long-abandoned prison, those people took something out of their pockets and sprinkled it all over the cemetery.
"Boom!"
"Boom—!"
As the sixth bell rang, the middle-aged man who had lost his legs and was sitting on the death wheel and lost in his own world, the former deputy shooter Yakov, also let out a desperate roar and struggled violently.
standing, trying to get out of the wheelchair.
But soon, he was held down by the one-armed veteran Leva on the shoulders, by Ivan, by Karp, and by Dalia.
In the end, Mr. Nikolai, who seemed to be a little older, gently hugged Yakov who was crying bitterly, put his head in his arms, looked up at the sky dyed red by the morning glow, and let the poor man in his arms
The members of the Deathstroke let out bursts of sad and desperate roars.
After a while, Gorman also walked over, took out a syringe and gave Yakov an injection.
While almost everyone was waiting patiently, Yakov, who was already mentally disturbed, finally regained his composure. He allowed Leva to push his wheelchair with one hand, followed the others out of the prison, and boarded the train again not long ago.
The civilian patrol boat that had just sent them here.
When the patrol boat moved away, Gorman, who stayed behind, also used the walkie-talkie to call Wei Ran and others down.
"Sprinkle these around here. I'll bring the boat over. I'll use the intercom to call you aboard later."
Gorman said, handing out a bulging paper bag to everyone, including Weiran and Jima.
"This is..." Jima was halfway through his words when Wei Ran stopped him with his eyes and wisely closed his mouth.
Watching Gorman leave the prison and help cover the repainted iron door from the outside, Wei Ran and others opened the paper bags in their hands.
Contrary to their expectations, the paper bag contained nothing special, just some seeds that they couldn't tell whether they were flowers or grass.
"When I was little, my mother would take me here every spring to scatter a packet of grass seeds."
Nineel, who has never taken the initiative to say anything these days, had already grabbed a handful of seeds from the paper bag and sprinkled them around while speaking. At the same time, he kept saying, "I have been doing this since I can remember.
The thing is, what they grow are all kinds of weeds that can be seen everywhere. Very few of these seeds can produce flowers.
I can even say with greater certainty that even if the weeds grown from these seeds can bloom, they will be inconspicuous and ugly."
"you…"
"There"
Ninel didn't wait for Olga to finish, then he casually pointed to a moss-covered floor tile and said calmly, "My mother is buried there. She committed suicide on the second day of my 18th birthday.
Uncle Gorman took me and buried her there. Just like what you just saw."
Sprinkling out a handful of grass seeds again, Nineel said in a calm tone, "No one rang the bell when she was buried, and there were not so many people watching the ceremony. But..."
"But what?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously, while also spilling a handful of grass seeds mixed with some soil.
Ninel smiled and continued to sprinkle the seeds while saying, "My mother told me, and Uncle Gorman also said that those who can come here and sprinkle the seeds together may be no different from the people buried here.
Although they are related by blood, they must all be people worthy of unconditional trust."
"It seems that I have three more friends who are worthy of unconditional trust," Ji Ma said, and also punched out a large handful of finely divided seeds.
"Don't be too confident, you're just covering up, and so am I..." Wei Ran muttered secretly, and at the same time looked at the newly covered granite floor tiles with pity.
"Why three?" Thorne, who was also sowing seeds, asked in confusion, "Aren't there seven of us?"
Ji Ma patted the remaining grass seeds on his pants and said, "I have unconditionally trusted you, Maya and Victor since very early on."
"What do your parents do?" Olena asked while scattering grass seeds, and finally added jokingly, "Friends that I can trust unconditionally?"
"My parents run a travel agency."
Wei Ran was the first to answer, "When I was a child, he was the driver of a township bus, and my mother was the conductor. If it was already late, I would have to make a phone call..."
"Forget it, you're Chinese."
Maya rolled her eyes and said instead, "Thorne's parents and I are both herdsmen. Now, including my brother, they are all rescuing wild animals. What about you?"
"My father used to be a miner in Inta, and my mother was a cook in the mine canteen. Of course, this is what they told me," Jima said jokingly, "I'm thinking now, maybe they
In fact, he has been lying to me."
"Our father is a fisherman"
Olga and Olena said in unison, and then added in unison, "A fisherman who shakes his fist at others at every turn."
"I have no memory of my father"
Ninel pointed to the recently rearranged floor tiles not far away, "I guess he is probably among those who were just buried, maybe the one next to my mother."
"Where is your mother?" Olga asked, "What does she do?"
"She is an ordinary farmer"
Ninele's tone was still calm and slow, "We raise a lot of chickens, ducks, goats and dogs. We also have a large vegetable field and grow a lot of vegetables. Every year when the harvest comes, she makes a lot of cans, and those cans are
Like the potatoes in the cellar, there seems to be no end to them."
"Same as my mother." Ji Ma sighed in sympathy.
"I can't get a word in on this topic."
Wei Ran moved closer to the newly placed floor tiles intentionally or unintentionally, "So why don't we talk about how we were when we were kids?"
"My life was very miserable when I was a child, very, very miserable."
Ji Ma subconsciously touched his butt and said with a grin, "Did you notice the old guy just now? He lived in our village at the time. Every time I got into trouble, the old guy promised to use the freshest
Birch sap slapped my fresh ass. My parents would just watch, ready to hand over new birch branches at any time."
"I've begun to find the word fresh disgusting."
Olena rolled her eyes and stood next to Wei Ran and said, "My sister and I had a pretty good life when we were young. Although our father is a bit...a bit too responsible now. But when we were young, he almost satisfied us.
All wishes."
"And no matter what trouble we got into, we never got beaten."
Olga said with a slightly proud expression, "We were not even scolded. I can be proud to say that almost every time we get into trouble, our father will get into trouble with us. Then our mother will hold us by the ears to apologize to others.
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"Our parents are similar"
Maya said with a slight smile, "Unlike you, we are a big family. Including Thorne, I have four brothers and two sisters. But my parents doted on us, and they were fair enough. They never paralyzed anyone."
one person."
"Indeed it is"
Thorne carefully scattered the grass seeds while joking in a helpless tone, "I remember clearly that one year my father got a particularly big grapefruit from nowhere. At that time, it was a fruit that we had never eaten before.
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"That grapefruit has 19 petals in total. This is a difficult arithmetic problem for a family with seven children."
Maya also said helplessly, "Later, everyone including mom and dad got two pieces of almost equal size.
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"Then we squeezed the remaining grapefruit into juice, mixed it with soda and poured a glass for everyone."
Thorne smacked his lips when he said this, "But that idiot Biran took advantage of everyone not paying attention and put the grapefruit seeds that everyone had eaten and planned to plant in flower pots into the juicer."
"That was the bitterest thing I have ever drunk in my life." Maya frowned and grinned, "I forgot to mention that Biran is my youngest brother."
"Gulu"
Except Niner, who was concentrating on sowing the seeds, everyone else subconsciously swallowed the saliva that seemed to have a bitter taste. "I rarely saw my parents when I was a child."
Wei Ran glanced at Niniel without leaving a trace, and while carefully scattering the few remaining seeds around the floor tiles, he said, "They are always busy at work. Every day before I wake up, they are already driving
They set off on the bus, and they couldn't come back until I went to bed at night."
"That sounds boring," Ji Ma grinned, "You might as well get beaten like me."
"It's really boring." Wei Ran clapped his hands and looked at Nineel, "What about you?"
"More boring than your childhood"
Niner also scattered the last bit of grass seeds, "I was sent to the Suvorov Junior Military Academy when I was very young. It was a very long experience. Then when I was about to graduate, I was killed because of a fight.
When I was expelled, my mother had already passed away."
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"Then I worked for Uncle Gorman for almost four years, saved enough money, and learned English."
Ninel looked at a certain floor tile, "Then I smuggled myself to Canada, and then from Canada to the United States. Now, I am an American, with a stable job, my own house and a car."
"What an incredible experience"
Olena murmured rather enviously, then joked and asked her sister in a meaningful way, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Although I have never had any contact with Mr. Ivan, I learned about him from Victor's mouth a few days ago."
Nineel even took a small step back while speaking, "So I have a girlfriend."
"What do you mean 'so I have a girlfriend!'" Olga asked, clenching her fists and almost gritting her teeth.
"I have a girlfriend. Her name is Jenny. She is from Las Vegas. She is 22 years old and has blond hair. She is a standard left-wing woman, but the important thing is that she does not smoke."
In the blink of an eye, Ninel solemnly created a girlfriend for himself that everyone knew did not exist.
"I look forward to attending your wedding. Besides, I will quit smoking." Olga rolled her eyes helplessly, then she didn't know which muscle was wrong, so she covered her mouth and started having fun.
At just this moment, the roar of an engine was heard outside the prison, and at the same time, Gorman's call came from everyone's intercom.
"It seems it's time for us to leave." Before Nineel finished speaking, he was already walking towards the outside of the prison.
"Let's go too"
Thorne took one last look at the surrounding buildings, and called his sister Maya and brother-in-law Jima to follow Nineel.
"Victor, do you plan to stay? Let's go first then?"
Before Olena finished speaking, she had already dragged her sister Olga and trotted to catch up with Nineel who was walking in the front.
"Can you feel relieved now?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out the wine bottle from the metal book, and poured the little wine left in it onto the granite floor tiles sprinkled with grass seeds, while muttering to himself.
He murmured softly, "They lived a good life when they were young, and they are living a good life now. I believe they will also live a good life in the future. So...goodbye, my friends."
