War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 349 Mrs. Uma's Ring

After eating a lively Christmas party for more than an hour, as the sky outside the window completely darkened, the satiated people cleaned up the table together and sang a Russian congratulatory song under the leadership of Mrs. Uma.

But the old lady got up and picked up a clean soup plate from the kitchen and put it on the dining table, and suggested with great interest, "It's rare that today is so lively, how about we play a divination game from the Soviet era?"

"What divination game?" Sui Sui, who had been chatting with the old lady just now, was the first to ask.

"It's a little game I used to play at Christmas with my friends in the village when I was young like you."

Mrs. Uma seemed to be much younger, and said with great interest, "First of all, we need each of us to throw a piece of jewelry on the soup plate. Of course, the wedding ring is the best."

"Wait a second!"

Sui Sui yelled and ran to the edge of the sofa to pick up the SLR she brought, "Aunt Uma, can I take a picture?"

"sure"

Mrs. Uma nodded gently, and after Sui Sui placed the DSLR with video mode turned on on a separate table, she continued, "After placing the jewelry, we will cover the plate with a towel or handkerchief. Then sing a divination song together. After each verse, the girls will take turns to take out a piece of jewelry from the soup plate, and whose jewelry they touch belongs to, and the content of the divination song foretells what may happen in the coming year.”

"Mom, can't this divination man participate?"

Apparently this is also the first time Makar knew about this divination game, and he jokingly said, "Can you tell if there will be wild boars and hares on our farm next year?"

"A man needs to rely on his own hands and brain to work hard for what he wants. This kind of thing is useless to you." Mrs. Uma was half joking, half serious and gave an inspirational answer.

"Victor, it seems that this game has nothing to do with us."

Makar pointed to the TV not far away, "Do you want to play games together? The game console I just bought from a second-hand store last month."

"Unless there's beer." While speaking, Wei Ran happily got up and gave up his seat to Kajianka who had deliberately avoided the camera from the very beginning.

"Not only beer, but also fried chicken nuggets that I bought before you came."

As Makar said, he opened the refrigerator and took out a cardboard box of beer and fried chicken nuggets in a cardboard box.By the way, he also warmed a bottle of milk for Zizi's son, and opened a can of meat for the well-behaved Maine Coon cat.

While the two men sat on the sofa and played games in front of the TV, Mrs. Uma at the dining table also took the three girls to play a divination game from the Soviet era.

Taking a shiny white gold ring from the old hand and throwing it in, amidst the crisp and clear sound of jingling, the three young girls also learned to either take off their wedding rings, take off their necklaces, or Ka, who didn't wear any jewelry, simply tore a button off his clothes and threw it into the soup plate.

Whenever Mrs. Uma finished singing a divination song praising bread or praising wealth or even a happy life, the women around the table would take turns to pick out a random dish from the soup plate covered with a towel, and wait until there was nothing left. When placing the last piece of jewelry, the owner of the jewelry has to close her eyes and guess who owns her jewelry.

This is like a board game version of the handkerchief throwing game. The interesting part is here. The owner of the last piece of jewelry will be punished if he guesses wrong.

As for the so-called punishment, Sui Sui's imagination also turned into something similar to Truth or Dare.

Makar, who was playing games with Wei Ran, looked at his wife and mother, and said with emotion, "Our house, or to be precise, my mother's house hasn't been this lively for a long time."

"Ms. Uma seems to be a very easy-going person." Wei Ran said while using the game controller to manipulate the character to jump up and down.

"That's just because Karenina happens to be from Odessa, Ukraine"

Makar lowered her voice slightly, "Usually she rarely invites others to visit her home, and she doesn't even go out unless necessary, let alone invite young people to visit her home."

"It's always been like this?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"It's been like this since we moved here." Makar pointed to his son lying on the bed next to the Maine Coon cat, "I was not much older than him at that time."

"Makar" Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "Your father."

"My father passed away." Makar shook his head. "I almost forgot what he looked like. I only remembered that he was a doctor."

"Feel sorry."

"It's ok"

Makar picked up a beer and touched Wei Ran, and offered to invite, "If you can go to my farm tomorrow, I can take you hunting, although this is my main job recently."

"Wild boar?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"It can also be a hare." Makar laughed at himself, "I am afraid that these two things are the most common on my farm now."

"As long as you have enough shotgun and bullets"

"This is Texas," Makar said confidently, "I just remembered that the most bullets on my farm should be."

Wei Ran thought for a while and said, "In this case, let's treat you to some Chinese dishes tomorrow!"

"What kind of Chinese food?" Macarlton suddenly became interested, "When I went to Dallas to buy accessories in the summer, I once ate General Tso's chicken. Victor, do you know how to cook that dish?"

"Tso Zongtang's chicken? Can't do it." Wei Ran shook his head and said, "But you will definitely like what I invite you to eat."

"Really?"

"Really, I promise!" Wei Ran replied confidently, and there was a weird smile on his face that made Makar shudder.

The family was lively and lively until [-]:[-] in the evening, and at the suggestion of Wei Ran, Kajianka, who took the initiative to act as a photographer, took a group photo, and the three of them were driven by Makar The pickup was sent back to the hotel, and by the way, an appointment was made to pick them up the next day.

After returning to the room, Wei Ran immediately asked, "I didn't have a chance to ask just now, why did you think of going to their farm?"

"Didn't you say it all, make money?"

The triumphant Sui Sui said confidently, "The farms in the western United States, as well as the rampant hares and wild boars, and of course, the gun culture that is almost uncontrolled here, with these elements alone, I am sure that the pen-raised Pull the fat sheep over and slaughter again."

"Really?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously, he was ashamed to say that in terms of doing business to make money, he really couldn't compare to this little gadget like Sui Sui.

"of course it's true!"

Sui Sui became interested, and the little face stained red by the alcohol became more and more smug, "Intana is only interesting to go to in winter, but in summer there is nowhere for those fat sheep to go. That If Makar's farm is really good, I can happily slaughter fat sheep all year round.

At that time, not only can I change to a car that burns gasoline, but maybe there will be multiple BMW or Mercedes-Benz logos on the car.Why not do this kind of business with low cost and high profit? "

"Are you sure?" Wei Ran asked again.

"Of course it's true!" Sui Sui couldn't help belching while responding.

"In this case, you take this." While speaking, Wei Ran took out a handbag from the bag and handed it to the other party.

Sui Sui opened her handbag and took a look, then her eyes widened, "So much money! Is it US dollars? Where did you get it?"

"Pick one up and show me"

Wei Ran took the camera off the other party's neck, took out the memory card inside and said, "Makar's father asked me to find an excuse to hand over the money to them, since you plan to do business with the other party tomorrow, why don't you just give it to me?" Just find an excuse to give the money to Makar. But keep it secret."

"Can I understand that I can use this money to invest in Makar's farm?" Sui Sui asked seriously as if he had sobered up instantly.

"It's possible, but if there are cash benefits, I'm afraid it won't fall on your head." While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already inserted the memory card into his laptop, and was about to take the content he had taken before, especially the last group photo. , all emailed to Gorman.

"Then there's no problem!" Sui Sui zipped up the handbag and said happily, "What's the cash gain, we can still make money then."

"You like making money that much?" Wei Ran asked with great interest, and at the same time sent the group photo taken before parting and a close-up photo Katenka secretly took of Uma to the waiting group in Kazan. Gorman.

"I'm not interested in money, what I like is the feeling of slaughtering fat sheep." Sui Sui said a particularly bluffing rhetoric.

At the same time, Gorman, who was hiding in the dormitory on the top floor of the five-story building in Hongqi Forest Farm, also received a new email from Wei Ran after refreshing his mailbox again and again.

After seeing the group photo of Wei Ran and Sui Sui in the photo, a cloudy tear rolled down the corner of the eye of this old guy who once made Wei Ran terrified and even had nightmares.

And when he opened the second photo and saw Mrs. Uma's close-up of the platinum ring on the other's hand that was used to play divination games, Gorman choked up with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again in the dark dormitory

Outside the door of the dormitory, in the dark corridor, Karp, Darya, and Anna looked at each other silently, and then walked into Anna's dormitory silently.

"I don't know anything," Anna was the first to say.

"I don't know anything either," Dahlia said, looking at Karp with her hips crossed.

"It's none of my business, isn't it a holiday now?" Karp finished in a low voice, and the three showed the same smiles at the same time.

"Calp, can his wife come back?" Anna asked in a low voice.

"Maybe they can come back, but even if they come back, they won't be able to meet each other."

Karp lit a cigarette, and said helplessly and irritably, "Gorman is dead, he died a long time ago, and he must die too. If he comes back to life, many people will die. No, it should definitely include us."

(End of this chapter)