War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 174
When the white light that filled the field of vision gradually faded, the familiar studio outside the car window became more and more clear.

But Wei Ran found that the pain in his body was getting more and more severe. This pain came from the right arm that was broken by the machine gun, and from the bullets that shot into his chest at the last moment.

Soon, the uncontrollable screams spread from the car to the studio and faintly from the studio to the outside.But he couldn't even turn his head. He could only watch the dial on the dashboard of the off-road vehicle beating second by second.

The intense pain like digging flesh and gouging out the heart made him faint several times because he couldn't resist, but the next second, he was awakened by the pain again, and continued to suffer while making meaningless growls Wait for the pain to subside.

Until an hour passed by the time on the dial, the unbearable pain finally subsided gradually. Wei Ran, who was soaked in sweat all over his body, glanced at the pistol on his lap and the open cowhide book, and finally lost his sight. consciousness.

When he was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone, it was already morning, and looking at the caller number, it turned out to be Sui Sui's call.

"Has she landed already?"

Wei Ran struggled to pick up the mobile phone in the glove box, but then found that his right hand couldn't exert any strength at all.

Reluctantly switching to the left hand, it was just a movement of holding the mobile phone, and the chest and abdomen immediately responded with tearing pain.

After struggling to find the phone and pressing the connect button and hands-free button, Sui Sui's voice came out of the microphone immediately, "Why did it take so long to answer the phone? It won't disturb your good business, right?"

"Asleep," Wei Ran replied weakly.

"Why does your voice sound a little wrong?" Sui Sui on the other end of the phone immediately recognized the clue.

"It's okay." Wei Ranqiang tried his best to cover it up, "It was cold last night, and I have a bit of a cold."

"But you sound like you're getting cold," Sui Sui said angrily, "You'd better go to the hospital quickly."

"It's all right"

Wei Ran adjusted the seat to a comfortable angle, "Are you there?"

"It's almost time for school, hurry up just to catch up with the exam." Sui Sui brought the topic back uncertainly, "Are you all right?"

"It's all right"

"Alright then, I'm getting off the bus, and I'll call you after I finish the exam."

"Concentrate on the exam, I'm going to sleep."

Wei Ran made a last perfunctory sentence and then there was no movement, and Sui Sui on the other end of the phone waited for nearly a minute before completely ending the call.

Until this time, Wei Ran endured the pain and opened the zipper of the cotton-padded jacket, lifted up the sweater and lining inside, and then found that the chest seemed to have been beaten, and there was a large piece of it that looked like a splash of water. bruises.

Taking a breath, he took off his shirts one by one, and then found that the entire right elbow was covered with severe congestion, even if it was lightly touched, it would be excruciating pain.

Looking at the time on the phone, Wei Ran found that he had been in a coma for more than ten hours, and even missed several Sui Sui's calls halfway through.However, his right hand, which was still able to move slowly, made him let out a long breath. Anyway, fortunately, he came back whole.

Closing his eyes and taking a breath, Wei Ran, who had no strength all over his body, pushed open the car door with great effort, picked up the belly box that fell under his feet, and wiped it carefully, then hugged the jacket he had just taken off, holding back his chest Feeling the pain in his abdomen, he slowly moved upstairs to the bedroom in the dark.It wasn't until he turned on the desk lamp and covered himself with a quilt that he summoned the cowhide book that had turned back into a tattoo.

To his surprise, the outer cover of this book has changed from cowhide to a bronze-like material, and the metal book cover, which is half a centimeter thick, is still densely covered with mottled green rust.Even the metal quill is inlaid in the corresponding concave outline on the cover.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran turned on the desk lamp a bit, and then turned to the first page.

To his surprise, under his own photo on this page, under the original seven words "Battlefield Photographer Wei Ran", there was an extra line of words "Military Rank: Second Lieutenant".

Is this a promotion for Lao Tzu?
Wei Ran muttered something to himself, and continued to flip back. There was no change on the second page. In the red swirl on the back, the Mauser bayonet was quietly floating on it.

The same is true on the third page. Wei Ran took out the CZ P09 pistol that used a large number of titanium alloy parts in the vortex on the back, looked at it, and then stuffed it back.

Continue to turn backwards, unexpectedly, the red swirl on the back of the fourth page has stopped spinning, and there is even a countdown of more than 100 hours on it!
More than 100 hours and five days?

After Wei Ran realized that he couldn't get his hand into the vortex that stopped turning to take out the kerosene lamp, he simply continued to read back.

Fortunately, the binoculars and SVT40 semi-automatic rifle in the red and blue swirls on the back of the fifth page, and the Rollei SLR camera in the red swirl on the sixth page are not affected, and they can all be taken out.

But under the Junior Battlefield Angel Medal on the seventh page, the red vortex containing the medical kit stopped spinning, and a countdown of more than one hundred hours also appeared on it.

So I was locked because I gave the kerosene lamp and the medical kit to the Chinese medicine shop?

Wei Ran thought for a moment, and finally turned to the eighth page.

On this page, the 20-gun potbellied box, originally drawn with a metal quill, and the large hand holding the gun have been transformed into a black-and-white photograph.

Wei Ran clearly remembered that it was the scene when Li Hexian handed the pistol to his cousin Li Suian and asked him to ask for help before he was alive.

Under this black and white photo, the dark red handwriting seems to still smell of gunpowder and blood:

Mountains and rivers in different lands, we cannot live together

The shopkeeper of Cangzhizhai, on March 1938, 3, killed two enemy soldiers after breaking through the city of Teng County, and died for the country.

Li Hexian died for the country on March 1938, 3, when Teng County was destroyed by detonating a grenade. He was 17 years old at the time.

Li Suian, at the end of the Tengxian Defense War, was seriously injured by shelling on his way to the Beiguan position to ask for help. Later, he was discovered by the officers and soldiers of the Beiguan position and escaped through the Beicheng Gate.

After the War of Defense of Teng County, Li Suian joined the army under the pseudonym Li Wangchuan, and went to many battlefields. He passed away on the night of September 1988, 9, leaving behind a son who did not disclose his military experience to anyone until his death.

Continue to look down, but there is a name called "Li Wangchuan" written in black handwriting, a detailed address in Zigong, and a string of mobile phone numbers that obviously belong to China.

After these messages, the handwriting returned to dark red, and a new line was neatly written with the poem on the big belly box, "The war smoke and blood stained the rivers and mountains, the Japanese will not be destroyed and will not return to Sichuan, Xu Guozheng is so afraid of death , Kill all the Japanese invaders and build Jingguan."

Not in a hurry to turn the pages, Wei Ran took out a few negatives from the paper bag next to the photo and looked at the lamp, his thoughts seemed to return to those short few days.

After a long time, Wei Ran sighed, stuffed the negative back into the paper bag, and then turned the page to the back.

Under the slowly rotating red vortex, a line of short black writing reads, "The glutinous rice balls cooked by Miss Zhou's own hands."

Wei Ran couldn't help laughing, he reached into the red vortex, endured the pain in his chest, and took out a big red Chinese traditional food box.

Between the handle of the food box and the first cover, there is a small brass abacus the size of a pencil case.On one of the frames of the abacus, the three small characters "Cang Yu Zhai" are clearly engraved.

Putting the abacus aside, Wei Ran gently lifted the lid of the first layer of the food box, and immediately smelled the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

It was an ordinary large white porcelain bowl and a spoon of the same material. The glutinous rice balls in this bowl were not only steaming, but also sprinkled with sweet-scented osmanthus.

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he quickly closed the lid, and carefully sent the not-so-big food box together with the abacus back into the red vortex.

Taking back the notebook that had been replaced with a bronze cover, Wei Ran turned off the desk lamp with great difficulty, and fell into a deep sleep again.

When he was woken again by the ringing of the phone and the sound of knocking on the door, it was already afternoon, and it was snowing outside the window at some point.

While refusing to answer Ji Ma's call, Wei Ran put away his pistol. Wei Ran, who hadn't had any water for more than 24 hours, found that he had started to have a fever, and at the same time, his throat felt uncomfortable as if it was on fire.

He looked down at the bruises on his chest, abdomen and elbows, and then he got up with difficulty, and walked down the stairs step by step while supporting the wall weakly with his hands and feet, and opened the slamming rolling shutter door.

"Victor, you are here." Before Jima got into the studio, he noticed Wei Ran's sallow face.

"What's wrong with you?" Jima asked, frowning.

"Maybe you have a cold." Wei Ran replied drowsily, and then he just felt dizzy, uncontrollably fell down on the floor and lost consciousness again.

Seeing this, Ji Ma didn't have time to think, bent over and picked up Wei Ran and threw him into the compartment of the off-road vehicle. After driving him out of the studio, he locked the shutter door and ran towards the hospital.

When Wei Ran woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the hospital bed.Trying to recall what happened before he fell into a coma, he picked up the phone that was charging by the table and called Jima.

"Thank God, you are still alive." Jima said happily as soon as the call was connected.

"Why did I come to the hospital?" Wei Ran asked weakly.

"I should ask you," said Jima on the other end of the phone, "the doctor said that you have very severe inflammation and slight bleeding in your body, and there are some bruises that look like someone was beaten. Victor, you You won't be robbed, will you?"

"Nothing, where are you?" Wei Ran asked weakly.

"If you still have the strength to get up, just look down the window. I'm downstairs in your car."

Jima on the other end of the phone continued, "But even if you can see it, it's useless. You were almost admitted to the critical ward before. The doctor said that you have to lie in the hospital for at least two days to observe. In addition, Karpina I have already explained the situation, and he said that the next class can be postponed until March, and we can talk about it when you come back from Huaxia. Also, Aurora, I also explained it for you."

"They don't know I'm sick, right?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"It was Aurora who informed me to come to you, but she only knew that you had a cold. Neither Ms. Zhou nor Professor Alexei knew that you were in the hospital." Jima said wholeheartedly, "Anyway, you don't have to worry. , leave the outside affairs to me."

"Then I will trouble you"

Wei Ran hung up the phone and looked at the time above, only to realize that it was already the afternoon of the 11th, and he slept for another whole day?

Putting down his phone, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. The gains from being sent back to Teng County to defend the battle by the cowhide book this time are definitely not comfortable, not to mention the heart-piercing memories of the battlefield.Just after returning to this world, the hour-long severe pain made him shiver uncontrollably.

The remaining bruises on his chest and elbows, as well as the inflammation brought to the hospital, are undoubtedly inseparable from the fatal injuries he suffered at the last moment.

But as long as he remembered that it was still on the cowhide. No, it should be called a metal book, but no matter what it was, as long as he remembered the bowl of hot glutinous rice balls inside, he immediately felt extremely satisfied.

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