War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 471
Under the scorching hot sun, Wei Ran dipped in the paint bucket with an extra mop he bought not long ago, and then worked hard as a plasterer.

Compared with the small brush that is only the size of a palm, this mop is undoubtedly much easier to use, but at the same time, it consumes a lot more paint. If Ivan, who is busy selling fish, sees this, he will be caught again. Make up a few words.

Because of this, before buying the mop, Wei Ran bought two additional buckets of paint of the same color and an angle grinder for rust removal in advance.

With such busy work and materials, he not only finished painting the deck before 12:[-] noon, but even painted an extra layer of sky blue paint on the outside of the cockpit.

Having nothing to do left and right, the excited Wei Ran simply waved the mop and brushed all the places that needed to be painted, and cleaned the cabin, cleaning up the old wine bottles and all kinds of messy broken cardboard boxes. Throw out all the rubbish like children.

After finishing all the work at hand, he took off his painted apron, carried the rocking chair in one hand, and the insulated lunch box that hadn't been opened in the other, stepped on the springboard to the pier, and began to enjoy the long-overdue breakfast .

At two o'clock in the afternoon, when Ivan came back with the three of them and a cat pulling the cart, Wei Ran was already snoring on the deck chair basking in the sun.

"Victor, it's time to go home." Ivan kicked the rocking chair, waking up the sleeping Wei Ran.

"Sold out?" Wei Ran yawned, got up unsteadily and began to pack the recliner.

"Of course it's sold out, and I brought you lunch." While speaking, Ivan handed over two hamburgers wrapped in paper.

"Thank you." Sleepy-eyed Wei Ran took the hamburger, "Is there anything that needs to be shipped back today?"

"It seems that you have adapted to this job"

Ivan said as he walked towards the boat, "But there's nothing to bring back today, and you even cleaned the outside of the cockpit?"

"A smooth thing," Wei Ran said rather proudly.

"Victor, although you are very diligent, this painting technique is really rough." The bearded old man said with a look of disgust, "Even if you use a mop brush, it won't be so ugly."

"I did it with a mop."

"Forget it, get ready to go home." Ivan twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all. After untying the cable, he greeted Wei Ran and walked into the cockpit.

Glancing at the cleaned cockpit, Ivan finally showed satisfaction on his face, "For your diligence, this time you come to drive the boat out of the dock, the speed must be slow." One point, if you damage someone else's fishing boat, you will pay for it."

I knew I was not so diligent
Wei Ran muttered to himself, started the engine step by step, and steered the boat slowly away from the pier.

After narrowly dodging the surrounding fishing boats, Wei Ran heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully turned the bow of the boat in the direction it was going back and forth.

"Raise the speed to the highest level," Ivan said without warning.

"Speaking of the highest?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

Ivan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly pushed the accelerator to the bottom. Suddenly, the roar of the engine became much more irritable.

Except for Wei Ran who almost stumbled and fell down without checking for a while, the two old men in the cabin also got up silently and walked into the engine room after looking at each other.Instead, Iwan sat down on the chair next to Wei Ran, put his hands on the instrument panel, and tapped the countertop unconsciously with his fingers.

In contrast, Wei Ran was much more nervous. As the speed of the ship soared, he became more and more careful in his operation, for fear that turning the steering wheel too fast would cause the ship to roll over.

Fortunately, seeing that the small fishing village was getting closer and closer, Ivan finally returned the accelerator to its original position.After a while, the speed of the ship further decreased, and Wei Ran was completely relieved.

Just now this boat ran at a high speed of 36 knots. Although the speed of a car on land is only about 60 kilometers per hour, the same speed is really scary on this broken boat that makes noise everywhere.

"The next port call is also entrusted to you."

Ivan pointed to his own pier outside the window and said, "If you break my pier, you can go to the forest and cut down trees to repair it."

Wei Ran's heart that had just been put back into his stomach lifted up again, and he carefully steered the fishing boat up a little bit, squeezing the waste tires hanging on the pier and slowly stopping.

After the engine turned off, Ivan nodded in satisfaction, "It's not too stupid, well, let's get off the boat and go see if Yana needs your help."

"Today's work is over?"

Wei Ran asked as he walked out with his suitcase, he came back early this afternoon, and with the top speed he had traveled all the way, it was only less than three o'clock now.

"Of course it's over"

Ivan knelt down and touched the paint on the deck with his fingers, "And I would also like to thank you for painting the deck with such thick paint. If it can't be done tonight, we don't have to get up early tomorrow."

"Uh..." Wei Ran grinned, finally realized belatedly that he seemed to have done something stupid.

"It's not bad, it happens to be able to do other things." It was rare for Ivan not to blame Wei Ran, but he just said as he walked, "Victor, come and fix the roof with me tomorrow."

"As long as you don't dislike my poor craftsmanship."

Wei Ran said indifferently, after getting along with each other for the past two days, at this moment, he finally stopped thinking about whether the other party would judge him, and it was time to come to experience life on vacation.

After Ivan put the things back into the house, the two returned to the boat, and together with the other two old guys, they took the fishing nets down and put them on the racks on the shore.

After all this busy work, the time was not much earlier than yesterday, and even because the bearded old guy needed help to repair the fishing boat engine, he was drilled from the engine compartment by the Latin guard Wei Ran with his hands and face covered in oil. When I came out, the lights in the wooden houses not far away were already on.

After dinner like yesterday, he went back to the room early. The idle Wei Ran simply took out his laptop and continued to work on his graduation thesis. It is now the middle and late May. According to his cheap tutor, next month I have to be busy with the dissertation before the middle of the month, so I only have less than a month left.

In the blink of an eye the next morning, when Wei Ran woke up under the urging of the biological clock, Ivan and his wife had already prepared breakfast, and they were busy preparing for the roof repair.

There is nothing too difficult about this job, and with the help of the two old guys whose names are still unknown and the enthusiastic neighbors around, it took half a day to finish the job. The roof of the wooden house was re-covered with waterproof material.

Under Yana's warm hospitality, everyone who had been busy for a long time had a lively lunch, and Ivan finally got his wish and had a big drink with his friends and neighbors.

Wei Ran, who was on the sidelines, sighed secretly, although this is Maozi's territory, although this remote small fishing village is not too rich.But speaking of it, it is not much different from many rural areas in China.

The same distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, the same young people are pitifully few, and they also look like middle-aged and elderly people who have been forgotten by the bustling world outside.Of course, there is also the same leisure and tranquility that cannot be experienced in the city, as well as a trace of boredom that seems to be absent.

Full of food and drink, the drunk Ivan, after seeing off the neighbors and friends who came to help, threw a fishing gear bag to Wei Ran without saying a word and motioned to follow, then picked up a bunch of keys and headed towards the pier Walk.

"What are we going to do?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Of course I went fishing." Ivan changed the topic here and asked abruptly, "Can you dive?"

"Yes, but not particularly professionally."

Wei Ran replied truthfully that Hongqi Forest Farm did teach diving. Not long ago, he spent money to experience it when he was in Hawaii, but the deepest depth was only more than [-] meters.

"Forget it, I'm only fishing today." As Ivan said, he had already stepped onto the deck of the fishing boat, and raised his hand to point in a random direction.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't bother to ask any more questions, started the engine more skillfully, drove the fishing boat away from the pier, and drove out towards the northeast.

"Turn off the engine, and then go fishing with me." Ivan said, and walked out of the cabin with a black fishing tackle bag.

After a whole day of drying, the thick layer of paint on the deck was almost dry, and even because the lazy Wei Ran used a rough mop when painting, it added some extra friction.

The old and the young set up a reclining chair on the deck at the stern. Ivan skillfully shook the slender fishing rod, and after throwing the fluffy fly hook into the water, he smoothly put the fishing rod in his hand into the hole on the armrest of the rocking chair. After one card, he lay down, obviously not concerned about whether any fish would take the bait.

In contrast, Wei Ran is not far behind, after all his grandma's house is in Baiyangdian, let alone fishing, even with the kind of net he used yesterday morning, he can barely cast a big enough circle .

Similarly throwing the fluffy fishhook into the water, Wei Ran fixed the fishing rod on the armrest of the rocking chair following the example of the other party, while secretly thinking about whether the other party would say something.

"Concentrate on fishing and don't think about it"

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Ivan closed his eyes and reminded him, and not long after, he snored loudly.

"Forget it, it's time to play."

Wei Ran muttered something again in his heart, shaking the rocking chair with great interest, driving the fishing rod fixed on it, and then pulling the fake bait at the end of the fishing line, patiently seducing the underwater prey who wanted to get ahead.

(End of this chapter)