War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 41 Nikolai after 75 years
Nicholas' hand holding the photo frame trembled, and the expression on his face became extremely serious in an instant, "How did you find this place?"

Wei Ran looked at the punks around him who were smoking, but didn't speak, just looked at Principal Nicholas with a smile.

"You guys go back first, and bring some food over in an hour."

Principal Nicholas started the motorcycle while speaking, and waved to Wei Ran, "Young man, get in the car, let's find a quiet place to chat."

Wei Ran turned his head and glanced at the gangsters, and saw that they had no intention of stopping him, so he got on the motorcycle and let Nicholas drive the motorcycle around in a circle on the spacious corridor. With the sound of horseshoes, it drove slowly to the back of the small two-story concrete building.

Wei Ran didn't get off the motorcycle until Nicholas turned off the motorcycle again and opened the kickstand. However, before he could stand still, he found that there was an extra PSS micro-sound pistol pointed at him in the opponent's hand .

"Tell me, how did you find me?" Nicholas asked calmly, but while speaking, his finger was already on the trigger.

"I found a camera left by a war correspondent named Zoya on the ruins of position 19, and an anti-tank gun." Wei Ran shook the old Leica hanging around his neck while speaking. , and then slowly took out his mobile phone, and dug out the photos taken of the anti-tank gun before departure.

"Are you a mole?" Even a deaf person could hear the disgust in Nicholas' tone.

Wei Ran shook his head and handed the phone to the other party, "My client bought this artillery from the Digging Party. I am responsible for helping him find the history related to this artillery."

Glancing at the cannon on the phone screen, Nicholas put the phone into his pants pocket, but at the same time he still didn't put down his pistol, and just continued to say indifferently, "But the No. 19 position can't find my current address. .”

"My client is"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Nicholas pulled the trigger abruptly. Amidst the faint gunshots, a fatal bullet flew past the edge of Wei Ran's shoulder, and slammed into the oak tree behind him. , leaving a hole the size of a chopstick head.

After the white smoke from the gun cleared, Nicholas continued to say coldly, "Even if your client is the Emperor, it is impossible to know that I am here."

"Everyone has some secrets, doesn't they?"

Wei Ran raised his hands and took a step back, the week-long experience of the 19th position was still lingering in his mind, even the deterrence brought by the threatening warning shot just now was almost negligible.

"Last chance, where did you find my current address?" Nicholas asked unmoved.

Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, put down his hands freely, and said as he walked in the direction, "If you don't want more people to know what happened to those heroes who died in the 19th position, then shoot as soon as possible. I It's just a Chinese student working for the boss, I hope that when the police bring my parents to see you, you can tell them that the New Year's gifts I bought for them are in the closet in the bedroom."

Nicholas was stunned when he heard the words, and slowly lowered his hand holding the gun until Wei Ran was about to enter the blind spot of shooting, then he sighed and said with a trace of fatigue in his tone, "Young man, Come up for a drink."

Wei Ran, who was walking back, raised his eyebrows, with a relaxed expression on his face, he knew that he had made the right bet this time.

Shi Shiran turned around, Wei Ran walked back unhurriedly, took the mobile phone handed over by Nicholas, turned it off in front of the other party, and stuffed it into his bag.

The latter reciprocated, pulled out the pistol magazine in front of Wei Ran, and then emptied the chamber, nimbly and accurately caught the bullets ejected from the chamber with his age-spotted hands, and put them into his trouser pocket together with the magazine.

"Come up with me"

Nicholas threw the pistol that had lost the threat to Wei Ran, got off the motorcycle without haste, and led the former into the two-story building not far away that was covered with lily pads.

In the spacious hall on the first floor, the glass window on the left wall is covered with photos of outstanding students. The children in these photos are smiling very happily. In some photos, the children even have a missing front tooth or when taking pictures. Still dripping with a long clear nose.

And under these photos, not only the specific shooting time and class grades, but also a photo of an adult who looks [-]-[-]% similar to most of the photos. Some of the people in these photos wear glasses, some Some of them are wearing suits and leather shoes and even holding beautiful women or handsome men on their arms, and some of them are wearing military uniforms and laughing as happily as they did when they were young.

And the photos on the right are group photos. Most of these group photos are children in the class, and there are also adults in plain clothes, and there are even those who are dressed in gaudy clothes like those gangsters just now. In addition, there are many snapshots of parties in the window here. In those snapshots, the old Nicholas is very amiable, and there are even several of them, his face and body are covered with cakes.

Waiting patiently for Wei Ran to read the photos in the window, Nicholas explained slowly, "The photos are all about the children who go to school here, and when the villagers from this village come here to celebrate my birthday. shot."

"So are you the Mr. Nicholas I'm looking for?" Wei Ran turned his head and asked very seriously.

Nicholas smiled, pushed open the wooden door of a classroom, and said slowly before stepping in, "Come in, let's sit down and chat in detail, and have a few drinks with me by the way."

Wei Ran took a deep breath, and walked into this exceptionally clean classroom.Although I know from those little bastards that this school has been closed for a long time, but this classroom is still exceptionally clean, even the writing on the blackboard seems to be written not long ago, and the children are waiting for get out of class to finish Go wipe the same.

Under Nicholas' gesture, Wei Ran sat down on a wooden chair that was obviously prepared for children. Before he could speak, the other party had already reached out from the desk and took out a bottle of vodka and two enamel bottles that were seriously chipped. The jar was placed on the table.

He filled Wei Ran's glass with wine, but Nicholas only poured a small sip into his own glass, then picked up the thermos bottle by the wall and filled the glass half full.

"That's how those soldiers drank vodka in the days at position 19." Nicholas' simple words brought Wei Ran's thoughts back to the war-torn banks of the Don River.

"It would be great if there was another potato boiled in salt water," Wei Ran murmured subconsciously.

Nicholas shook his hand just as he picked up the cup, and some cold well water mixed with vodka was also sprinkled on the desk that was engraved with various letters and patterns.

"How do you even know this?" Nicholas simply put down the cup.

"My job is to restore history"

Wei Ran picked up his cup and took a sip, then tapped his temple with his fingers, "My understanding of World War II may not be as profound as your personal experience, but it is somehow better than ordinary people."

"The modesty of you Chinese people is always full of delusion"

Nicholas sat up straight, "Tell me, young man, how much do you really know? What do you want to know from me?"

　Thank you for wearing white silk and not counting women's clothing as a reward of 1500 points

　　Thanks to Flying Hands, Ever Frozen Qianqiu, joecole, Emptiness, Quietness and Leng, all around for tipping 100 points respectively

　　
　
(End of this chapter)