War Photographer's Notebook

Before the sun set, Wei Ran drove Sui Sui and a set of gorgeous outfits out of the courtyard of the incarnation construction site, and under the guidance of the navigation, he drove straight to his grandma's house in Baiyangdian.

This trip was definitely not a short distance, so when they returned home, not only was it already dark, sisters Katenka had already sat down at the dinner table with Lu Xinda, who was acting as an interpreter for them.

Of course, compared to the three girls who have been acquainted with the two old people for a long time, there are more than a dozen locked camphorwood boxes with seals in an unoccupied room, and in a corner of the yard, there are a few more. A dirty Eight Immortals table and a dozen chairs, plus a piano table used by Wei Ran and a table that can be more than three meters long.

This pile of tables and chairs was picked out without being burned. On the other side a few meters away, there are more old-fashioned tables and chairs, all of which have more or less burn marks.

Wei Ran originally wanted his parents to help him find a warehouse, but he didn't expect the two to arrange the warehouse at his grandma's house.

He didn't even expect that in just one day, his grandfather had already arranged for a carpenter to help dismantle the burnt ones to see if he could put together a few more sets after the first month of the year. Complete tables and chairs, by the way, can also refurbish the original good.

While chatting, Wei Ran and Sui Sui also moved the gorgeous costume out of the car with the help of the four old people.

The journey was bumpy, but the costume was intact, but the wooden man with the metal skeleton had fallen apart.

"Grandpa, can you tell what this is?" Wei Ran asked with his hands supporting the extraordinarily gorgeous helmet.

"Zhaojun helmet, you can't go wrong." Mr. Zhou said firmly, "This material is solid enough, I'm afraid it's a special helmet for famous actors."

"The material of this dress is also thick." Wei Ran's grandfather, Mr. Han, also said, "You also found this from that small western-style building?"

"No," Sui Sui, who had just slept all the way in the car, hurriedly replied.

"Keep it well." Mr. Zhou said after looking at it, "This thing might be an old thing."

After saying this, he greeted, "You two remember to check those suitcases. There are a few bottoms in there that are bad."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Sui Sui immediately became interested, called the Katenka sisters and Lu Xinda who were watching the fun, and sent the outfit into an empty room, and then swarmed the four old people into the room A room with camphor wood boxes.

Obviously, the fun of opening blind boxes does not distinguish between nationalities, races, men, women, and children.However, although these boxes were all sealed, the yellowed seal only had the words "Chanhua Theater Troupe" written on it.

Using two wrenches, he easily broke the padlock on the first wooden box, which was only the size of soybean curd, and Sui Sui immediately lifted the lid.

It's a pity, to Wei Ran's surprise, there was a layer of slightly rusty iron sheet nailed inside the camphor wood box.There is still a layer of newspapers from the late 80s pasted on the outside of the iron sheet.

As for what is contained in this box, there are costumes stacked very neatly and separated by white paper.

"Second box" Sui Sui urged impatiently.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately used the two wrenches in his hand to pry open the second padlock with ease.

When Sui Sui lifted the lid of the box, which was also nailed with iron and pasted with newspapers, what was inside was a pair of thick-soled or thin-soled costume boots.

"Isn't it all about this?"

Sui Sui muttered, and with the help of Wei Ran, he opened the dozens of boxes one by one, only to find that half of the boxes were filled with costumes or props used on the stage .

The remaining half, on the other hand, is equipped with traditional Peking opera instruments such as erhu, suona, gong, etc. for accompaniment.

Undoubtedly, apart from sisters Katenka and Lu Xinda, who have never seen these things before, they find it interesting to see any of them, and there are probably only four old people who really open the blind box to make fun.Well, Wei Ran and Sui Sui, they really don't have much interest in these things.

"How to do?"

Sui Sui asked Chao Wei Ran with a disappointed face, she didn't expect to find anything valuable from these boxes, but at least the ones in front of her, the only ones that she still has some interest in and plan to collect, are probably The various helmets in one of the boxes were packed in cardboard boxes.

"What else can be done"

Wei Ran walked out and said, "Mr. Chen and Mr. Liu let us handle it by ourselves. I will leave it to grandma and grandpa. Just watch it. We will be able to experience it in a few days." ' is."

"No way"

Sui Sui twitched the corners of her mouth, but she knew that Wei Ran's words were definitely not a joke.It's a pity that opera is not very attractive to Wei Ran or Sui Sui.

At any rate, these things will not be wasted.
Wei Ran, who always felt that he had forgotten to ask about something, muttered to himself, and Sui Sui left this small room one after another. The table was wiped with a rag and moved into the room, and then the piano table was cleaned and moved in.

"I'll go to the high-speed rail station to pick up my parents." After finishing his work, Wei Ran pointed to the van parked in the yard, "By the way, I'm going to wash the car, do you want to follow?"

"I won't go." Sui Sui yawned pretendingly, "I ate too much just now, and I don't want to move now."

just don't go
Wei Ran muttered something to himself, and drove the van to leave the courtyard and head towards the high-speed rail station.

Halfway through the journey, he stopped the car at a place where there was no village or shop behind. Wei Ran opened the door and looked around, then closed the door again, took out the food box, and took out the two pistols he found in the basement of the small foreign building. I took it out.

First pick up the devil's Type 26 revolver, and with Wei Ran gently poking open the barrel, the ejector rod in the middle of the bullet nest is also against the ejection hook, and the six slightly rusted bullets in the bullet nest are It was pushed out slowly.

After some observation, Wei Ran threw the pistol and the removed bullets into the food box, and picked up the small Browning 1906 pistol instead.

Remove the poor little magazine, no accident, this magazine is also full of bullets.Not daring to be negligent, Wei Ran threw the magazine into the food box, then gently pulled the sleeve and ejected a greasy bullet.

Throwing the bullet into the food box, he looked around the outside of the car again until he was sure that there was no one there, then he looked at the small pistol in his hand.

The reason why he cared so much about this gun was mainly because this small pistol was too gorgeous.

The whole body is made of nickel-plated material, which seems to be made of ivory. On the handle, a figure who seems to be wearing Zhaojun's costume is carved with golden lines. A silver dollar that fits the curvature of the grip.

Just based on the two intersecting ears of rice carved on the silver dollar and the inscription "One Yuan" in the middle, he knew that it should be a Yuan Datou.

And on the sleeve, which is not too big, there are two lines of small golden characters engraved - Farewell to the Han Lord with the pipa in his arms, and the west wind blows away the dust.There are tens of thousands of soldiers in the court, and they believe that the credit lies with the woman.

After looking over and over again, Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. Apart from this inexplicable engraving, there was no extra information revealed on this small pistol that still had a little sludge on it.

However, at least from this pistol, it can be seen that the person who used it at the beginning was most likely a woman, a relatively wealthy woman.

So the owner of this gun is actually Mr. Tao's aunt, the so-called celebrity?
After thinking about it, Wei Ran also threw the small pistol in his hand into the food box and took back the metal book.After taking out a pack of wet wipes and wiping his hands carefully, he stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction of the high-speed rail station.

As for whether there were any stories behind the printing presses in the basement of the small western-style building, he was indeed curious, but not so curious. It was hard to rest after the Chinese New Year, so naturally he had a few days to celebrate his birthday.

It's a pity that things backfired. On the second day after he and Suisui opened the basement, the second uncle who led the construction team to help clean up the small broken building called again.

"Wei Ran, you have to come over when you have time." On the phone, the second uncle's voice was filled with unconcealable excitement, "I found something good again in this small building!"

"What good thing?" Wei Ran, who hadn't woken up yet, asked sleepily.

"Radio, I seem to have found a radio station, just like the one in the movie."

The second uncle's tone on the phone became more and more excited, "Today when we demolished the partition wall, we found a large brick fireplace. The radio station was found in the fireplace, and there was a wire extending along the chimney. It's on the roof."

"What?" Wei Ran suddenly woke up for the most part.

"A radio station," said the second uncle more and more excitedly, "It's well hidden, do you want to come and see it?"

"I'll be there before noon." Wei Ran said and turned over and sat up.

"All right, I'll wait for you." The second uncle on the other end of the phone said immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran didn't wake up Zhengxiang's Sui Sui who was sleeping next door. He just greeted the four old people in the living room who were drinking tea and watching the news, and then drove anxiously to the high-speed railway station. direction.

After tossing all the way, when he arrived at the gate of the small building in an online car-hailing car, it was not yet eleven o'clock in the morning.

"Come with me"

As soon as Wei Ran got out of the car, the second uncle who had been waiting at the door led him in, and took him straight to the place where the living room used to be on the first floor. Miduoshen's fireplace said, "This was discovered when the workers demolished the wall added at the back this morning. It was bricked to death before, and it was only dismantled when I called you."

"Second Uncle, what radio station is that?" Wei Ran asked with his hands on his knees while looking at the marble-lined fireplace.

"Inside, inside." As the second uncle said, he had already handed Wei Ran a flashlight, and at the same time lowered his voice and asked, "Did you and Sui Sui find any treasure yesterday afternoon?"

"It's all at my grandma's house." Wei Ran replied truthfully, "I won't be busy in two days, you can go and have a look."

"That's good!" The second uncle Wei Ran immediately showed an expectant expression.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't explain, he held up his flashlight and stuck his probe into the fireplace, while listening to his second uncle explaining beside him, "I arranged for the workers to go up and look, the chimney of the fireplace has been covered with cement boards, and it's all the way around. It was sealed with cement, and this fireplace is not practical in our country, so I didn’t take it apart. Have you seen that radio station?”

"It's really hidden, how did you find it?"

The whole person was almost standing at the side of Wei Ran in the chimney talking, already on tiptoe, reached out and pulled out a red brick with a lot of soot remaining, and pulled out a wooden box with copper leather corners from it.

This wooden box is about the size of a shoebox, and even thinner, but it's not light at all.

Carefully bent his knees and got out of the fireplace, the second uncle explained triumphantly while helping Wei Ran beat the dust off his body, "When we demolished the wall today, we found a wire hidden under the wall. In the end, the wires went into the chimney, and your cousin and I searched the chimney for a while before we found this hidden compartment. Wei Ran, tell me quickly, is this a radio station?"

"Have you opened it before?" Wei Ran asked as he walked out holding the wooden box.

"I've seen it, why?"

"Hi! Don't get me wrong!"

Wei Ran hurriedly explained, "In case this is really hidden during the previous war, there will be a bomb or grenade or something if it is not secured. After all, you should be careful."

"That's true." Wei Ran, the second uncle, nodded in agreement.

While speaking, Wei Ran had already walked outside the small building, put the wooden box in his hand on the wall of the small platform at the door, took out a wet towel and wiped his hands carefully, and then took out a pair of silk gloves to wear Then slowly opened the wooden box with a buckle.

"Is this a radio station?" Second Uncle pointed to a key in the box and asked, "Isn't this thing just for sending telegrams?"

“What a radio station”

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. If the description is more accurate, this is a self-assembled radio station. It is indeed possible to communicate with this thing, but the power is definitely not high.

In other words, if this self-made radio station was used during World War II, it would be like playing with Beijing and Shanghai by Morse code. If you are lucky, you may have no problem contacting Guangzhou.

But it was during World War II, when there were not so many messy electromagnetic signals and interference in the sky at that time.

The wooden box in front of me is today, and it is probably okay to reach my grandma’s house in Baiyangdian by telegram, but I’m afraid it will be really difficult if it is farther away—too much interference.

"Wei Ran, isn't this thing used by the underground party?" The second uncle asked with a smile on his face, "It's just like the one shown on TV."

"I really can't tell"

Wei Ran checked the small wooden box by relying on the radio knowledge he learned from Hongqi Forest Farm, but then he focused on the lid of the wooden box.

There is a glass mirror almost as big as the inner edge of the cover, and a picture the size of a cigarette case is fixed on one side of the mirror.

In this black and white photo, it is a "Zhaojun" posing in the costume that Wei Ran sent back to his grandma's house.And in the lower right corner of this photo, there is also a signature like "Qixia Shang Xiaoyun".

"Qixia is still young. What are the cursive characters written here?" Wei Ran's second uncle came over and asked.

"It seems to be written by Shang Xiaoyun, right? Traditional characters"

Wei Ran guessed uncertainly, "Also, Second Uncle, that Nianqi made three beeps, it's not strange. Besides, I don't know who this Shang Xiaoyun is."

"Hi! I haven't even graduated from junior high school, so I can recognize three out of five." The second uncle shifted his embarrassment with a haha, "Who is this person? Tell me, you high-achieving student."

"I don't know either." Wei Ran had already pulled out his cell phone while speaking.

"I searched too." Uncle Wei Ran also took out his mobile phone, and entered the three words "Shang Xiaoyun" on the search page with more messy cursive characters.

However, when Wei Ran and his ignorant second uncle displayed search results on their mobile phones, the two of them said "Damn!" in unison.