War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 607 Blow the Charge Horn for You
In the store where the cartoon was still playing, Xia Shushi warmly greeted Wei Ran and sat down on the sofa again. After the two parties exchanged contact information and added WeChat, he reached out to pick up a laptop from the table next to him and opened it. The Internet kept asking, "Brother, let me ask again, are you sure I have bought all the electronic documents here?"

"Serious Literature" Wei Ran emphatically reminded, "Don't fool me with videos with mosaics."

"Don't worry, I don't have a horse here. I don't have a video!" Xia Shushi made a sharp turn in his words, and then asked, "Is it true that all serious electronic documents are bought?"

"What's so fake about this?" Wei Ranhun responded indifferently. There are only two T's of information in total. No matter how expensive it is, how expensive can it be?

"That's it!"

Xia Shushi snapped on the laptop with a snap, "I have about 20 tons of electronic documents here, with a collection of about 5000 volumes. These documents are divided into three levels, number one"

"Wait" Wei Ran stopped the opponent, "20 T? Didn't you just say two T?"

"Yes"

Xia Shushi's natural tone concealed a trace of pride, "The computer upstairs has two hard disks with a capacity of two terabytes, one is used to store commonly used documents, and the other is used to install systems and games. Aren’t there a lot of hard drives on the table?”

"I"

Wei Ran opened his mouth, took a sip of the undrinked Coke on the table, and said with a normal expression, "20 is 20, you continue to talk."

"All documents are divided into three levels"

Xia Shushi explained with a smile on his face, "The first level is all public information, but I have sorted it out and it is very convenient to find it. The second level information is relatively high in value. Generally, you can only go to the library if you want to find it. I did the same sorting.

The previous two levels of literature can be freely copied and used.There is also a third level, not many at random, but they are all scanned copies of some orphan documents collected by my grandfather and me.There are only about a hundred of these documents, and I have encrypted them all.

Even if the literature of this level is sold to you, it can only be read on the hard disk provided by me, and there is no way to copy it. Simply put, you can only read it and not share it. "

"Hurry up and quote directly!" Wei Ranhun said indifferently.

"okay!"

Xia Shushi's face was filled with laughter, "A total of 20 tons of documents, which have been translated, and there are also original documents in Japanese or English and a small part of Russian. The package price is [-] yuan. In addition, you can provide the hard disk yourself, or you can buy it from I buy here at market price."

"Report the total price directly." Wei Ran still had an indifferent attitude.

Xia Shushi gritted his teeth, "Let's use a solid-state drive. My best hard drive is 1500 yuan, so I need ten yuan, which is [-] yuan. Including the cost of literature, the total is [-] yuan."

"Isn't there a charge for this?" Wei Ran shook the kraft paper bag at hand and asked.

"You won't counter the price?" Xia Shushi asked in surprise.

"Isn't this a repayment?" Wei Ran shook the dictionary of wars and battles worth two hundred and twenty yuan in his hand again.

"Actually, it can be cheaper"

Xia Shushi simply sat down again, "Brother, how about we exchange information?"

"Exchanging information?" Wei Ran looked at the other party puzzled.

"Yup!"

Xia Shushi nodded as a matter of course, "You are also a history student, so you must have a lot of information, right? For example, KGB top-secret files, how about two G for one G? Every time you take out a G of information, you can Get two G's from me."

"No change"

Wei Ran said resolutely that he was willing to buy some materials from this unscrupulous colleague. It was one thing to show off, but it was another gift to Xia Chuan and his grandson.

As for the exchange of materials, forget it, let alone the old books he bought before, he has never looked through them, only those research topics about psychiatry that he found in the pile of old books, once they are released, they can be given to him. Himself, the hot potato that caused Xia Shushi a lot of trouble.After all, he wasn't sure if there were similar materials hidden in those piles of old papers.

As for the KGB top-secret files, don't talk about it, those top-secret materials are of some use to me?Don't say no, even if there is, he won't collect them. Why are those teachers in Hongqi Forest Farm really good-tempered?

"you"

Xia Shushi's face was filled with regret, and he pointed to the payment code posted on the bookshelf boredly, "Then pay, I will start copying the materials for you after you pay."

"Is that bugle for sale?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the bugle hanging on the handle of Frostmourne's sword.

"Not for sale!" Xia Shushi said without thinking, "It's my grandfather's treasure, and I won't sell it for any money."

"Is the old man a bugler?" Wei Ran asked curiously while paying.

"No!"

Xia Shushi waited until the mobile phone rang to remind him of the account, then he took Wei Ran to the living room on the first floor of the villa and said, "Don't look at that old man who doesn't remember anything, but if anyone dares to touch his army number, that old man must Do your best."

"This old man can do it," Wei Ran sighed.

"That's not!"

Xia Shushi lowered his voice, gesticulated with the old man's bedroom with his thumb and said in a low voice, "My grandpa still has the title of second-level combat hero!"

Before Wei Ran could say anything more, Xia Shushi had already locked the anti-theft door leading to the second-hand bookstore, went outside and pulled down the shutter door of the bookstore and locked it, and then said, "Find a place to sit by yourself, there are drinks in the refrigerator, and the one next to it There are snacks in the cabinet, anyway, don’t be too polite, I’ll go upstairs and copy the information for you, it may take some time.”

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Wei Ran waved his hands amiably, went straight to the sofa and sat down.

Watching Xia Shushi go upstairs, Wei Ran stood up slowly after waiting for a while, and walked to the TV background wall in the living room.

There is a family portrait hanging here, Mr. Xia Chuan who is laughing heartily, a benevolent old lady wearing sunglasses, and Xia Shushi wearing a basketball uniform, each holding a big coconut and smiling very happily, beside Xia Shushi On both sides, there is a middle-aged man and woman in blue overalls.

On the chest of their uniforms, you can clearly see the logo of a domestic aerospace unit, and the most conspicuous building in the background of this family portrait is the launch platform that has embraced the rocket.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Xia Chuan's bedroom, Wei Ran couldn't help showing a peaceful smile on his face. Although Xia Chuan has forgotten too many things, it can be seen from that photo that his life in his later years should be very good.

"That battle was not in vain."

Wei Ran muttered to himself and sat down on the sofa again, waiting patiently for the unreliable Xia Shushi to send down the copied materials.

During the boring waiting, four or five hours passed quietly, and Xia Shushi was still busy upstairs copying the materials for sale.Mr. Xia Chuan had already walked out of the bedroom tremblingly.

"Squad Leader Shen, are you really back?"

Xia Chuan burst into tears again the moment he saw Wei Ran, "I thought I was dreaming, I thought I was dreaming, you, are you really back?"

"I'm back, I'm back."

Wei Ran replied with bitterness in his heart, he couldn't understand why this octogenarian remembered Squad Leader Shen so clearly, and couldn't understand why he still remembered Squad Leader Shen even though he had already admitted the wrong person.

"Are you still using me to blow the charge horn?" Xia Chuan asked excitedly, "I can still go to the battlefield! I can still blow the bugle horn!"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "Then... let's blow the charge once!"

"Good! Good!"

Mr. Xia Chuan immediately smiled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his waist. Immediately afterwards, a look of panic appeared on his no longer young face, "Where's the bugle, where's my bugle?"

"Bring it to you right away"

Wei Ran glanced at Xia Shushi who ran down after hearing the sound, and winked indiscriminately. After the latter ran to the anti-theft door leading to the second-hand bookstore, he comforted the old man and said, "Let's sit down first, soldier The number will be brought over immediately."

"No! No no no!"

The old man stubbornly pushed Wei Ran away, "How can you blow the charge while sitting down! You have to stand up straight! Stand tall and blow!"

Before the words finished, Xia Chuan was about to stand on the sofa.Seeing this, Wei Ran was taken aback, and hurried to support him, lest the slightly childish old man accidentally fall down.

After such a short time, Xia Shushi had already fetched the bugle, handed it to the old man in a hurry, and asked in a low voice with a little reproach, "What's going on?"

"The old man still remembers my squad leader Shen when he wakes up."

Wei Ran explained in a low voice while supporting the old man who was already standing on the sofa, and then asked, "Who is Squad Leader Shen?"

"I don't know," Xia Shushi replied in a low voice, "My grandfather never said that, nor did my grandma."

"Where's your grandma?"

"Passed away four years ago"

Xia Shushi helped the old man put one foot on the armrest of the sofa, "After my grandma passed away, this old man became depressed, but even with my grandma, he never talked about the past."

Before Wei Ran could say anything, Xia Chuan tremblingly raised the bugle, brought it to his mouth and mustered all his strength to blow it.

"beep--"

The deep and hoarse horn sounded through the living room on the first floor of the villa, but it was no longer as loud as it used to be.

"Why can't my trumpet sound?"

Xia Chuan wiped the bugle with the hem of his clothes in a panic, pulled out the mouthpiece and looked at it, then reinstalled the mouthpiece, and blew again with all his strength.

"beep--"

The still low and hoarse trumpet sound completely panicked the old man who obviously didn't remember anything.

"Comrade Trumpeter, the war is over, so let me sound the charge horn for you this time."

Standing on the sofa, Wei Ran whispered something in the old man's ear, and then slowly took away from the old man's hand the bugle horn that he had kept all his life. The charge in the bones.

(End of this chapter)