War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1608 Uncle Saves or Not

When consciousness took over his body's senses again, the white light in front of Wei Ran's eyes slowly dissipated, and he also smelled the unique scent of the Chinese medicine soup.

"Uncle, will you save him?"

Before he could see everything around him clearly, he heard Yang Shiyi's crying voice asking, "If you don't plan to save me, we'll leave now. I'll also leave my mother's bracelet to you. Just pretend that you have never had a niece like me who grew up in a bandit's den!"

"You! You little girl! Why are you as stubborn as your mother!"

A man with a loud but sad voice said angrily, "My dear aunt, do you know who they are? If the Japanese find out, they will be killed."

"Brother Hu, let's go now."

Yang Shiyi didn't even wait for the other party to finish speaking before she spoke, "I'm sorry, I was too confident. We have to escort Brother Zhao, Brother Xiaohu, and Brother Wei to Shanxi by ourselves."

Just as she finished saying this, Wei Ran finally saw everything around him clearly.

This seemed to be a warehouse. Thick quilts were hung on the doors and windows not far away. The surrounding shelves were filled with either piles of animal skins or traditional Chinese medicines such as ginseng, deer antlers, and toad oil. In addition, there were many bulging sacks that smelled of medicine.

At this time, I was lying on a bed made of several sacks, my arm was in a splint, and I was feeling severe burning pain in my abdomen.

not dead?

Who was that sigh just now?

While pondering these questions, he turned his head with difficulty and looked around. Lying on his left was Zhao Jinyu, and on his right was Tian Xiaohu.

He tried to sit up to no avail, tried to speak to no avail. After a series of futile attempts, Wei Ran could only look at the other people in the room with the faint light from the oil lamp on the table not far away.

The closest ones were the Sun sisters. One of them was boiling medicine on a small stove, while the other was wiping the forehead of the unconscious Zhao Jinyu with a towel.

A little further away, at the round table, sat a man who looked to be about 40 years old and was wearing a cotton robe and a cotton hat.

At this moment, he was looking at Yang Shiyi, who was trying to take off the family heirloom agate bracelet from her wrist, with a helpless look on his face. Her aggrieved expression, as if she was about to cry, was particularly funny.

Behind Yang Shiyi, Hu Bazhi and Hongxia were standing side by side. They seemed to be busy packing their luggage.

"I'll save you! I'll save you!"

The man sitting at the table gritted his teeth and held down Yang Shiyi's cold little hand helplessly. He couldn't help but complain, "Little ancestor! Why did you bring this trouble upon yourself?"

"he!"

Yang Shiyi raised her hand and pointed at the three people lying side by side. "That's my man! My mother promised me to him before she died! I've been sleeping with him for several years, and I'm pregnant with his child!"

"Pfft!"

As soon as Yang Shiyi finished speaking, Miss Hongxia couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Which one?"

The man glared at Miss Hongxia and Hu Bazhi who turned his head in time, and then subconsciously looked at the three wounded people lying side by side.

“All three!”

Yang Shiyi, whose face was already red and tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, said fiercely, "Just tell me whether to save him or not! If you save him, you are my uncle! If you don't save him, you are not my uncle! I will change my name to Cao Shiyi! We will do it ourselves."

"I'll save you! I'll save you! You're my uncle! I'm your nephew, okay? Oh my ancestors!"

Yang Shiyi's uncle, the man suspected to be called "Yang Jibin", seemed to be in a hurry to defecate but couldn't find a toilet. He stood up and walked back and forth anxiously in the room several times. He picked up the oil lamp and came to the side of the simple bed. He bent over and looked carefully at the unconscious Zhao Jinyu, Wei Ran who closed his eyes in time, and Tian Xiaohu who had a red face, was embarrassed and could only wave his hands.

Slapping his thigh hard, the uncle of the Yang family said "Hi!" and said, "Tell me! Where to send it?"

"Shanxi!" Yang Shiyi said hurriedly.

"My sister, who did your mother promise you to?" Uncle Yang asked.

"You only plan to save one, right?" Yang Shiyi asked, her hands on her hips. "You promised to save all three! We can take turns saving one a day, what's wrong with that!"

"I"

Uncle Yang was so angry that he subconsciously wanted to give his niece, who was even more bandit-like than a bandit, a hard slap. But in the end, he slapped himself on the back of his neck. "Save them! They are just three people! I'll save them!"

"Send it to Shanxi!" Yang Shiyi continued.

"deliver!"

Uncle Yang put down the oil lamp and slapped his thigh again, gritting his teeth and saying, "Even if the special code is sent to Guangxi, I will send it to you!"

"Pfft!"

  Yang Shiyi simply knelt on the blue brick floor, kowtowed three times in a row, and called out "Uncle" with tears in her eyes!

"You little girl! You are just like your mother!"

As Uncle Yang spoke, he hurriedly helped Yang Shiyi to stand up, carefully wiped the scratch on her forehead with his sleeve, and asked distressedly, "Silly child, if you get hurt, your grandparents will beat me to death!"

"Uncle, when are you going to send us away?"

Yang Shiyi wiped her tears and asked, "The Japanese have been chasing us for four days and three nights. We have to leave quickly, or I will really give it to you."

Hearing this, Uncle Yang couldn't help but panic again, but soon, he said, "We'll leave tonight, but there's one thing."

"Which one?" Yang Shiyi asked vigilantly.

"I'll arrange for a trusted guy to send the three of them away."

Uncle Yang pointed at Zhao Jinyu, Wei Ran, and Tian Xiaohu, and then pointed at Hu Bazhi, who looked stunned and alert, Miss Hongxia, and even the Sun sisters, "The four of them take another route."

As if he had guessed what Yang Shiyi was going to ask, Uncle Yang continued without pause, "They can't go together. They will have to separate. If they get together, they might be killed by the Japanese."

"And me?"

Yang Shiyi asked, "Who should I go with?"

"Why are you leaving? You stay!"

"What do you say?"

"You stay!"

Uncle Yang said, "If you want me, your uncle, to save them, you have to stay. No discussion."

"If you sneak them."

"How could I do such a shameless thing? What do you think of me?"

Uncle Yang slammed the table and said, "Next spring, I will take you to Shanxi to find them. I will take you there in person!"

"I want to be with"

"Sister Shiyi"

But at this time Miss Hongxia spoke up, "You stay."

"Yes, you stay."

Hu Bazhi also said at this time, "We trust that Shopkeeper Yang will not sell us out. Besides, Shopkeeper Yang does not need to arrange anything for me. I have no plan to go to Shanxi. I still have to go back to fight the Japanese."

"We are the same. We don't plan to go to Shanxi either." The Sun sisters followed up, "We have to go fight the Japanese too."

"I don't plan to go to Hexi, Shanxi," said Miss Hongxia, "I also want to go fight the Japanese."

"Then me too"

"You're not going anywhere!"

Uncle Yang interrupted Yang Shiyi and said, "After we send them away, you can come back with me and let your grandparents take a good look at you."

"I don't plan to go to Shanxi, so I won't bother Shopkeeper Yang."

Tian Xiaohu, who didn't seem to be in a good condition, also said at this time, "I have to go back."

"What nonsense! You boys and girls! What nonsense!"

Uncle Yang felt like his head was about to explode, but he had no idea what to do with his niece Yang Shiyi, who was looking at him with red eyes and ready to take off the bracelet at any time.

"You guys, are you really not planning to go to Shanxi?" Uncle Yang asked while rubbing his temple.

"No!" Hu Bazhi and others, including the conscious Tian Xiaohu, asked in unison.

"What about you?"

Uncle Yang asked his niece Yang Shiyi beside him.

"I"

Yang Shiyi glanced at the three wounded lying side by side, then looked at Hu Bazhi and the others, and said after a while of thinking, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. I have to go. I have to go to Shanxi. I have to at least personally send them both to the border."

"You little girl"

After hearing this, Uncle Yang was so angry that he clenched his teeth. "You don't believe me? I'm your uncle!"

"They are still my men!"

Yang Shiyi said loudly with a red face. She was not such a fierce person, but she was a smart girl.

She knew very clearly that only if she put aside all her face and dignity at this moment, would this uncle whom she had just met for the first time really help them, instead of just burying the three wounded in a mass grave.

After taking a few deep breaths, Uncle Yang rubbed his temples tiredly, "Well, come home with me and kowtow to your grandparents. I'll take you with me, and we'll personally escort the three of them to the customs."

"I dont go"

Tian Xiaohu said stubbornly, "I'm not seriously injured, so I won't go. Shopkeeper Yang, please be kind and send them both there. I won't go. I have to go back. I really have something important to do!"

"What's your business now?" Uncle Yang asked irritably.

"Attack the Japs!"

Tian Xiaohu said seriously, "Fighting the devils is the real business!"

Hearing this, Uncle Yang opened his mouth, but finally said again, "Then send them both away first. Since you don't plan to go to Shanxi, if you trust me, I will find a place to hide you first. If you make so much noise and attract the Japanese, no one will be in trouble."

"Then I'll trouble you, Manager Yang," Tian Xiaohu said gratefully.

“Send them away first”

Yang Shiyi did not give in, "Send them through customs first, and I will go with you to see grandma and grandpa. If you don't send them away, I won't see anyone!"

Before Uncle Yang could say anything, Yang Shiyi suddenly took out a five-bee gun that belonged to Cui Da Huzi and pressed it against her chin. "They can't leave and they can't live. I'll just die here!"

"Send! Send! Send them away first!"

Uncle Yang, whose ears were about to explode, was first frightened by the pistol, and then he completely gave up struggling, "All of you just hide here honestly, I'll go and make arrangements, but you are not allowed to leave the house! And keep your voice down!"

As he said this, he looked at the translucent agate bracelet on Yang Shiyi's wrist again, and fled from this room that made him sweat all over, as if running for his life.

"Where did the gun come from?" Miss Hongxia asked in surprise.

"Uncle Cui secretly gave it to me before he left," Yang Shiyi said with a sigh of relief. Then her delicate face turned red again, and she explained in a panic, "Don't get me wrong. I just made up all that. I was scared. I was scared."

"Hey! We haven't even had enough time to thank you, let's see who dares to laugh at you!" Miss Hongxia, who was the first to laugh just now, was the first to make a guarantee.

“Of course! If anyone dares to laugh at you, we will tear his mouth off for you!” The Sun sisters followed suit.

“No one laughs at you”

Tian Xiaohu, who was also blushing, said gratefully, "In order to save us, you even gave up your own reputation. We can only be grateful, how can we laugh at you."

"Sister Shiyi"

Hu Bazhi said at this time, "I'm going to leave now. I'll leave them to you."

"What did you say?" Yang Shiyi panicked for a moment, "Leave now?"

"Leave early, I have to go back to fight the devils."

Hu Bazhi said, "Lest we lead the devils to your uncle, sister Shiyi, your uncle looks like a man of his word, you should trust him."

"Brother Hu, can you take me with you?" Sister Hongxia said before Yang Shiyi could speak, "I want to fight the Japanese too."

"We want to too!" the girl from the Sun family followed.

"Brother Hu, if it's convenient, please take me with you." Tian Xiaohu pleaded, "I want to go find the captain and the others."

"This"

Hu Bazhi looked at everyone in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head and saying, "I can't take so many people with me. I'm thinking of riding a mule directly into the woods, not even taking a sled. If you guys follow me, I..."

"We finally escaped to Ice City. What are you doing?"

Yang Shiyi wiped her tears and asked, "Didn't we agree to go to Shanxi together? Why are you all breaking your promises?"

After a long silence, Hu Bazhi picked up the few things he had and threw them over his shoulder. He walked out and said, "I'll be hiding near Langcaozigou."

Before he finished his words, Hu Bazhi had already pushed the door and left the shop filled with the aroma of medicine.

"You can't go!"

Yang Shiyi reacted and rushed to the door before Miss Hongxia left. She closed the door and blocked it with her thin body, crying, "You will die, you will die!"

"Good girl"

Hongxia gently took Yang Shiyi into her arms and hugged her, "I'll leave them to you to take care of."

"You will die, you will die." Yang Shiyi choked.

"Yeah, a lot of people will die."

Hongxia and the Sun sisters who followed behind her smiled at each other and gave an extremely cruel but simple answer, "Who knows, if we die, our parents, brothers and sisters will survive, and maybe you will survive. Someone has to do this thing of sending oneself to die."

As she spoke, Miss Hongxia picked up the slim Yang Shiyi and moved her to the side. Soon after, the Sun sisters also opened the door.

"Stop the little tiger!"

Hongxia glanced at Tian Xiaohu who was staggering and trying to get up, whispered something in Yang Shiyi's ear, gently helped her smooth her loose hair, and then followed her out of the wooden door that blocked the wind and snow.

In the white light that rose again, Wei Ran, who was unable to do anything, watched Yang Shiyi sitting on the ground, hugging one of Tian Xiaohu's legs tightly like a helpless child, and watched her crying and Tian Xiaohu's struggle being gradually swallowed up by the white light.

When the white light faded again, Wei Ran was surprised to find that he did not return to the basement of the Time Library this time. Instead, he entered the farm in Edelweiss's dream. At this time, he was sitting on the sofa beside the table.

  Just as he was trying to look around, the metal book suddenly appeared on the table and slowly opened, allowing the metal feather pen to write lines of blood-red words on the page:

Second act

Role: Cavalry Guard

Return Mission: Death Battle

No. No more?

When the white light rose, Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he saw the props that could be used this time.

Among the things that appeared in this round were the anti-Japanese broadsword, Pelikan pen and Robert camera bag that appeared in the previous scene, as well as the British Army P44 water bottle and the Long March shoulder pole.

In addition, there were rowboats from Baiyangdian, three oil drums from the North African desert, and even the big red food box that had countless ties with the Li brothers.

As he waited anxiously, the white light gradually dissipated and his vision gradually recovered, but everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist.

It was indeed a layer of water vapor, and the vapor that came towards me was mixed with the aroma of pancakes, beef offal, and freshly fried chili oil.

"Gulu."

Wei Ran couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his stomach started to growl.

"Xiao Wei! Add some fuel to the fire!"

Just as he was stunned, a rough voice came from the side, followed by a man wearing a white apron and a small white hat, who looked to be over fifty years old, coming over with a tray of dough and a shiny piece of iron in his other hand.

Coming back to his senses, Wei Ran also noticed that there was a big pot in front of him, a pot with boiling water constantly boiling.

Isn't he a cavalryman? How did he become a cook?

While Wei Ran was muttering, the uncle had already walked over and started cutting noodles with one hand flying up and down.