War Photographer's Notebook

When the vision returned to normal, and when the surrounding furnishings changed to those in the hotel, Wei Ran, who had been tense all the time, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and he completely relaxed.

With the soft sound of flipping the paper, the metal feather brush wrote down the follow-up story:

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In May 1942, Luke Campbell, a spy, was on the outskirts of Savage Mountain. Because the patient felt that there was no hope of escaping, in order not to drag his companions, before the onset of malaria, he handed over the information to the cooking squad leader Liang Yimin for preservation and begged for death.

On February 1943, 2, the monk Sehao and the aborigines of Yeren Mountain were buried in the cave outside Mo's village.

In October 1946, Zhou Guochang moved to London and was buried with his ex-wife and daughter.

In June 1942, Liang Yimin, the leader of the cooking team, was killed in Yeren Mountain when he encountered a flash flood while chasing a large army. Qin Shouzheng and others were temporarily buried in an unnamed cave at the southern foot of Yeren Mountain.

On February 1943, 2, the monk Sehao and the aborigines of Yeren Mountain were buried in the cave outside Mo's village.

Zhou Guochang, in May 1942, entered Yeren Mountain with Liang Yimin and others. In June of the same year, he fainted in the unknown swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, the aborigines of Yeren Mountain rescued him. Later, with the help of the aborigines, he took half of the quinine medicine to catch up with the first expeditionary army. The headquarters of the Fifth Army withdrew to Leido, India for more than a month.

In October of the same year, after training, he was incorporated into the Indian Army as a translator.In October of the following year, he participated in counter-offensive operations with the army.

In March 1945, he broke away from the battle order and returned to Oxygen to look for lost family members.

In 1950, he was involved in the Freedom Civil War. During this period, he led the Chinese resistance movement, and accidentally found his lost siblings.

In 1962, before the rise of the anti-Chinese movement, his family immigrated to the UK.

On January 1986, 1, Zhou Guochang passed away in a dream, leaving a son and younger brother alive.

Tan Shouzheng, in May 1942, followed Liang Yimin and others into Yeren Mountain. In June of the same year, he fainted in the unknown swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, the aborigines of Yeren Mountain rescued him.

After a short period of recuperation, Tan Shouzheng, with half of the quinine and intelligence, withdrew to Huaxia with the remnants of the 96th Division of the Fifth Army.In March of the following year, it was incorporated into the 54th Division of the 50th Army.

In 1944, he went to Burma for the second time with the army, participated in many battles and was incorporated into the new army.In the winter of the same year, he was injured and disabled in the Battle of Recovering Bhamo. He was discharged from the hospital in September 1945. He left the battle sequence and went to Mo's village alone to guard the mausoleum.

In the summer of 1947, Tan Shouzheng assumed the abbot of Mo's village temple under the pseudonym Maung Nianqian.

In 1950, he died accidentally due to the Burmese civil war, and his bones were secretly brought back to the cave in Mo's village by the monk Sehao for burial.

Monk Sehao followed Liang Yimin and others into Yeren Mountain in May 1942. In June of the same year, he fainted in the unnamed swamp due to exhaustion. Fortunately, the aborigines of Yeren Mountain rescued him.

In January 1943, Monk Sehao and his aboriginal believers crossed the Savage Mountain, collected the bones of Liang Yimin and others along the way, and moved them to the mountain behind Modi Village. They lived in seclusion in the cave until the summer of 1.

After the war, he returned to secular life in 1947. During this period, he secretly assisted the temple abbot Tan Shouzheng to bury the bones of the expeditionary soldiers in the mountain behind Mo's village.In the spring of the following year, he and his wife were invited to Oxygen to help Zhou Guochang find his lost family members.

During the civil war in 1950, Sehao's wife died of the war.In the winter of the same year, Sehao became a monk again in Mo's village temple.

In 1985, Monk Sehao passed away in the Buddhist hall of the abandoned temple site, leaving letters and some relics hidden in the belly of the Buddha statue.

In just a few lines, they wrote the rest of their lives, and this metal quill wrote another line, listing a detailed address in London, England, and the contact number of a person named Zhou Qiguang.Immediately afterwards, a set of detailed coordinates was listed. …

After a moment's pause, the metal quill actually paused on the page for a long time as if it had a lot to say, but didn't know where to start.But in the end, it just wrote the words "go home" in bright red handwriting.

As the pages were flipped, the metal quill left a line of writing that seemed smoky under the slowly turning red swirl, "Cooking class, help us cook another bowl of oil tea."

"it is good"

Wei Ran murmured in response, and the metal quill also fell on the table with a clatter.

However, before Wei Ran could take out the contents in the red vortex, the metal book flipped forward to the back of the eleventh page with the row of boats.

However, the red vortex on this page has stopped spinning, and there is also a countdown of more than one hundred hours on it.

Blocked again?

Wei Ran just had time to say something, but found that the speed of the countdown suddenly accelerated, and before he could react, it had already returned to zero, and the red vortex also lighted up slightly, and then started to rotate slowly again.

After reacting for a while, Wei Ran looked left and right at the environment of the guest room. In the end, it was wise not to take out the row boat. Instead, he just squatted down, put his hand on the carpet, and carefully took out the latest Something in the red swirl that appears.

"It turned out to be this"

Wei Ran was taken aback for a moment, followed by a relieved nod, and muttered to himself again to reassure, "Wait a little longer, I'll make you a bowl of oil tea soon."

After saying this, he sat on the carpet and untied the tarpaulin covering the bamboo basket.

Unfold this tarpaulin, the size is two meters square, and you can still see black mimeographed writing on it-one inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops.

Secretly clenching his fists, Wei Ran took off the double-eared iron pot and the wooden pot lid that were upside down on the back basket and put them on the spread tarpaulin.Then he took out the small enamel pot with a lid and the enamel kettle that were used at the beginning.

So far, apart from a few bamboo tubes with covers fixed on the inside of the back basket with leather cords, there is only a willow eucalyptus board, two kitchen knives in a wooden box, a frying spoon and a wooden box. rolling pin.Of course, there are also a handful of fast food in a bamboo tube at the bottom, several bamboo and wooden bowls stacked together, and two pairs of British army lunch boxes.

Taking these things out to have a look, Wei Ran opened several bamboo tubes fixed one by one inside the back basket.

"Tea leaves, brown sugar, meat oil, crushed sesame and peanuts, yin rice, coarse salt, chili, dried bamboo shoots, and soy sauce?! What is this?"

Wei Ran poured out a finger-sized yellow ball from the last opened bamboo tube and put it into his mouth.The crispy and oily taste made him immediately guess that this thing is probably the oily fruit that Tan Shouzheng mentioned in the devil's plane crash back then.

One by one, Wei Ran covered the bamboo tubes that were half a meter thick and long with the same bamboo lids, and Wei Ran looked at the things hanging around the outside of the basket.

There are also a lot of things on it. On the right side of the back basket is a World War II American kettle with a canvas cover and a kerosene lamp. There is also a wick rope wrapped around the handle of the kerosene lamp. …

He didn't even need to look at the American kettle to know that it contained kerosene for lighting the fire.He even remembered that the straps of the basket were refitted from the seat belts of the Devil plane when they took refuge in the crash.

But on the left side of the basket, in addition to two pairs of straw sandals, there is also a German lunch box hanging.Taking down the German lunch box and opening it, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows involuntarily. On the upper tray of the lunch box, there was only a plastic-enclosed black and white photo.

In the photo, Wei Ran and little monk Sehao, as well as Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng each hold a water jug, clinking glasses next to the tombstones of Squad Leader Liang and Mr. Luke.

Although only the back of his own head can be seen in the photo, Wei Ran can see from the expressions on the faces of the other three people the joy of surviving after the catastrophe, the fear of the war, and the fact that they have not found their lost family members and have no way to go home. Regret and loss.

Holding this photo and looking at it silently for a long time, Wei Ran exhaled forcefully, reached out and picked up the tray of the lunch box.However, the lower layer of the lunch box is only filled with white rice.

Put the tray and photos back in place, then cover the lid of the lunch box and hang it on the side of the pannier again, Wei Ran put all the objects placed on the tarpaulin back into the pannier and tied them carefully, just waiting to go to Mo When they are in the village, cook another pot of oil tea for them.

Putting the basket away, Wei Ran got up and walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains, looking at the sunny and bustling city outside, the congested traffic and the hurrying passers-by on the street downstairs, he felt rather anxious for a while. Some illusions seem to be separated from the world.

Staring at the scenery outside the window for a long time, Wei Ran took out the Guqin Yaoguang that hadn't been used for a long time, stroked the strings with both hands, and played the song "Guangling San" that he hadn't played for a long time.