War Photographer's Notebook

The next morning when Iger came to the door, Wei Ran, as usual, got up under the urging of his biological clock, and started jogging along Kaban Lake with his dog Beria, who also got up early.

Almost front and rear, the ruthless Katenka sisters also dragged Sui Sui and Lola, who like to sleep late, out of the warm bed, and started their daily morning exercises by the fireplace.

For Wei Ran and the girls, this seemingly normal morning was no different except that it was a little colder than yesterday, but for Iger who just woke up from a nightmare, it had a completely different meaning.

Lifting off the thick duvet on his body, Iger carefully got off the large and soft bed, opened the tulle curtains, looked at the two black vans blocking the gate downstairs, and looked at the blanket lying between the two cars The two rottweilers with black and shiny fur on the bed, but his face showed a look of rejoicing as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

Turning his head to look at the dark green hiking bag on the bedside cabinet, Iger took off the fleece pajamas he had never worn before, put on the thermal underwear prepared for him and a set of slightly fat black Adidas Tracksuit, and a pair of white sneakers a little too big.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room and looking at it, Iger took a deep breath, opened the door of the bedroom, and immediately saw a strong man with green hair sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

This little gangster with a dangerous look on his face looked up at Iger, immediately put down his phone, and picked up a piece of A4 paper with English greetings printed on it.

"Good morning Iger, would you like breakfast?"

Iger glanced at the smile printed on the paper, and then at the slightly silly smile on the strong man's face. He couldn't help showing a slightly restrained smile, and then nodded vigorously.

"come with me"

The green-haired gangster held up the second piece of paper, then beckoned Iger to follow, and led him downstairs to the restaurant.

He didn't make him wait long, and the green-haired thug brought him a large plate of pies heated in the microwave, a large glass of hot milk with a creamy skin, and two hard-boiled eggs that were still hot, plus one Apples and a banana.

Even, the little bastard turned on the TV for him and put the remote control on the table.

Scratching his messy head to dispel the sense of unreality in his mind, Iger waited until the other party left the restaurant, then picked up a piece of pie and took a big bite.

After eating this extraordinarily sumptuous breakfast, Iger wisely did not walk towards the door, but went upstairs and returned to the room honestly, and took out the broken smart phone from his hiking bag. Phone, opened the mailbox and sent an email.

Almost at the same time, Anfeiya, who had just finished her breakfast, also heard the prompt from the notebook, immediately picked up the notebook, drove away the two big-eared foxes who were nesting together on the lounge chair by the fireplace, and sat on it herself, wearing a The earphones on the top of the keyboard are crackling and tapping.

A moment later, a video window the size of a cigarette pack appeared in the corner of her laptop screen. After shaking for a while, the picture in the video window was finally aimed at a little girl with the same Asian appearance, and her Behind him is a little white boy who looks younger and a little black girl.

The little girl who was facing the camera looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. Behind her, she seemed to be in the cabin of a small fishing boat. Through the glass window, she could still see a flag waving in the wind and a piece of busy pier.

And in the speaker of the notebook, there was also a language communication that Katenka could not understand.In less than ten seconds, the picture in the video was plunged into darkness, but the sound of communication and the occasional siren sound never stopped.

Calling up the video just shot again, Kajianka pulled away the big-eared fox that had jumped onto her lap, and while tracking the address in the screen, she used the software to identify the language she could not understand.

Glancing at Anfeiya who was busy, Wei Ran bit a toothpick and wobbled to the library next door. He first asked Lola for a cup of coffee, and then he nestled in the corner, like a present Like a retired veteran cadre, he listened to Sui Xin not far away playing a piece of music he had never heard before on the zither.

"You are really free every day." Sui Xin said slowly while pulling the guzheng.

"I am a historian"

Wei Ran replied as a matter of course, judging from his tone, it seems that historians deserve to be idle.

"The dark circles under Sui Sui's busy eyes are all up," Sui Xin responded dumbfounded.

"I can't help with her business." Wei Ran took a sip of the fragrant coffee, "I want to help, but she still hates me for making trouble."

Sui Xin rolled her eyes when she heard the words, stopped the music she was playing, and pointed to the piano box with Youquan next to her, "I don't think you're making trouble, anyway, you're free, why don't you let me listen to the drunkenness again How do you hear it?"

"I'm an amateur, don't I look ugly?" Wei Ran hastily prevaricated.

"Stop coming"

Sui Xin had already opened the piano case while speaking, "Are you ashamed to say that you are an amateur?"

"What's so embarrassing about that?" Wei Ran spread his hands like a fool, "I'm doing my spare time."

"Hurry up"

With a little effort, Sui Xin took Guqin Youquan out and put it on the table, then beckoned to Lola at the bar, "Lola, help me bring a chair here."

Hearing this, Lola immediately moved a chair and put it on the edge of the long table, and even helped to place a pickup very skillfully.

"I'll try to play with you on the zither." Sui Xin said, already shaking the wheelchair to make room for Wei Ran.

"Guzheng can also play drunken madness?"

"You'll know if you try it." Sui Xin touched the strings, "Do you want to play?"

When the girl talked to this point, Wei Ran couldn't refuse, so he simply put down his coffee cup, got up, walked to the side of the long table and sat down, and the little girl Lola, who seemed to be serious, took the initiative to hand over a note Warm wet towel.

After taking the towel and wiping his hands symbolically, Wei Ran glanced at the few guests in the library, and finally put his hands on the strings.

A moment later, the chorus of Guqin and Guzheng sounded in the spacious library, and Sui Sui, who was busy in the office on the second floor of the library, immediately stood up and opened the curtains of the French windows, holding a small telescope , looked at the first floor of the library through the glass, and then, she simply opened the window that was originally concealed.

And those bookstores in the library who came to pass the time also turned their attention to Wei Ran and Sui Xin.

"Do you think if we hold a concert and let the two of them play, will they make money?" Sui Sui, who was holding a binoculars, was lying by the window and asked wildly.

“I think you can try”

Anfisa leaned over and agreed without thinking, "But I rarely see the boss practicing the piano. When did he learn it?"

"He's more idle than Beria every day," Sui Sui muttered while rolling her eyes, but then there was a smug expression on her face.

After playing a piece of Jiu Kuang, Sui Xin lightly held down the strings, but a look of helplessness appeared on that quiet Baozi face.

As the saying goes, people are more popular than others, although the two have never cooperated, although she has played this piece with guzheng before, although there are differences between guzheng and guqin.

Although there are so many things, she has to admit in her heart that there is a big gap between her as a professional player and Wei Ran as an amateur player. It can even be said that without her ensemble, Wei Ran's performance alone shows The effect might be better.

Are all historians that perverted?
Sui Xin muttered something secretly, and then found out that Olga and Olena sisters appeared at the bar counter at some point.

"When did you guys come?" Wei Ran, who had spotted the two sisters earlier, stood up and asked.

"When we came in, you were playing that piece that seemed drunk."

Olga patted the piano bag she was carrying while speaking, "If you have a chance, do you two want to try a song with me?"

"Forget about me as an amateur player." Wei Ran expressed his attitude before Sui Xin could speak.

"I'm an amateur player, right?" Sui Xin rolled her eyes and muttered something in Chinese that only Wei Ran could understand.

And Wei Ran, who pretended not to hear, glanced at Sui Sui who was coming from a distance, and directly changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Complete the bet"

Olena, who had been silent just now, gestured behind her with her thumbs, "I owe you a sculpture, remember? I sent it to you."

"Owe me a sculpture?"

Wei Ran pondered for a while before he remembered the bet he made as a joke on the island in the middle of the Neva River, but before he could speak, Sui Sui rushed over and hugged the two sisters affectionately, " You carved it so quickly? Where are you?"

"It's outside the door"

Olena pointed to the vans on the side of the gate outside the library, "We need to move those vans, otherwise there will be no place for our cars to park."

Hearing this, Sui Sui immediately looked at Anfisa who was behind her, who had already taken the walkie-talkie from Lola first, and called Greva, who was in the office on the second floor above the bar, to move the car.

Taking advantage of the time when the punks went downstairs and drove the vans painted with thorns out of the parking lot, Wei Ran followed the girls out of the library.

A moment later, an eight-wheeled KAMAZ and a semi-new car crane drove into the parking lot one after another. Under Wei Ran's curious gaze, the workers who got out of the car first opened the door of the library. Right in front of the door is a piece of canvas covered with a cone, exposing several thick bolts that have been poured into the cement.

"When did this happen?"

Wei Ran asked curiously, it's not that he hasn't been to the library these days, nor hasn't he paid attention to the area surrounded by the cone, but he hasn't lifted the canvas pressed by bricks .

"What do you know?"

Sui Suo said triumphantly with her hips on her hips and her chin raised, "From the second day after your bet, the foundation is being poured here."

"So you knew you would lose?" Wei Ran pretended to be stupid and asked Olena, and as expected, the little girl clenched her fists angrily.

"Is it possible that the bet was just an excuse?" Olga patted her forehead helplessly.

"Historians are not very smart," Sui Sui explained with a smile.

In the choreography of these girls, the stopped car crane opened the hydraulic hoe, then stretched its arm, and put the truck bed, the body lying on its side, tightly wrapped in thick canvas The sculpture was slowly straightened, then hoisted up, and slowly moved directly above the wrist-thick bolts.

Under the command of those workers, the three-meter-high sculpture was fitted with bolts little by little, and finally touched the ground.

After the workers tightened the thick nuts and sprayed anti-rust paint, and finally covered the bolts and nuts with shell casings or grenade-shaped metal decorations and locked them, the thick slings on the sculpture were released.

"Do you need to pick an auspicious day?" Although Sui Sui said so, she handed the rope that Auli Jia handed over to Wei Ran.

"Today is an auspicious day"

As Wei Ran spoke, he pulled the rope vigorously, and immediately, the huge gray canvas fell to the ground with a clatter, revealing the true face of the sculpture.

Under the bright sunshine, it was a rust-colored soldier with only one leg. This soldier held a Mauser rifle and a Mosin Nagant rifle as crutches in both hands. I saw the wrapped gauze and the faintly identifiable medal on the chest.

And the metal base on which he has only one leg left looks like it was cast from various scrap metals. Inside it can be distinguished shell casings, tank tracks, bullet casings, various steel helmets, and Broken bayonets and broken barrels, bolts and even grenade casings. Of course, if you look closely, you can also find metal outlines that resemble human hands, as well as melted metal skulls and metal dolls, broken sickles, Hoes, large and small gears, kinked kerosene lamps, books, musical instruments and other metalized daily necessities.

Looking up at this rust-colored sculpture, Wei Ran knew that his name was Time, he was the logo he personally designed for Time Film Studio, and he was also an unnamed anti-Fascist fighter during the war years. The epitome of a short life.

In that stalwart shadow, there were too many people he was familiar with, people he knew, people who died, people who survived, but they didn't have any memory of him.

Some of them come from Stalingrad, some from Leningrad, some from the deserts of North Africa, some from the besieged Teng County, some from Baiyangdian or the desperate Savage Mountain, and some from the Pacific Ocean. Isolated islands, the man-eating winter in Finland, or recruiting battlefields, and even Rzhev, Berlin, the forests of Belarus, the snowy Lake Ladoga, and so on.

"His name is Time"

Olena, the creator of this statue, raised her neck and introduced, "His body is made of cast iron that is prone to rust, and the base is squeezed from all kinds of unwanted war relics that my father bought from the digging party. Then it was poured together with molten iron."

Looking back, Olena, who was standing on the side of the statue, looked at Wei Ran and said, "He was designed by you, but it is also my first official work.

The design theme I gave him is that he was born in war, but defended peace with his broken body. He is called time, and he is also called the nameless one. "

My family is sick, I will update it earlier today, I am not sure about tomorrow, I hope you will forgive me.