When the intense white light faded, Wei Ran found that he had not returned to his home, but was still standing in Han Shoutian's yard. Different from before the white light appeared, this time it was already a sunny day. There were tables and chairs in the renovated yard, and the tables were filled with dishes of Baiyangdian specialties.
In the center of the courtyard, Han Shoutian was wearing a military uniform and a big red flower on his chest. Beside him stood a young female soldier who was also wearing a military uniform and a big red flower on her chest.
"Shoutian, you are really capable. You have fought all over the country for several years and talked about all the nonsense. You even cheated a wife and came back." Old Uncle Chui, who has aged a lot, said He walked into the yard beaming with joy. The two young men following him also carried two large poles with big red flowers tied on them.
"I didn't lie to anyone!"
Han Shoutian blushed and pointed at Zhou Houpu, who was standing next to him with a wine glass and a smirk, "Brother Houpu, That’s amazing. Not only did he trick Miss Cuilian into opening a clinic, but he’s also going to be a father in a few months.”
“Uncle Lao Chui, come here for the wedding banquet. Why did you come here with two big sticks?" Zhou Houpu, who didn't want to get angry, quickly changed the subject, "Now that New China has been established, there are no Japanese to fight against us!"
"Japanese? If the little devil dares to come, these two things can still be fought!"
Uncle Chui motioned to the two young men who came in to move forward the big lifting pole that was helping Honghua! He lifted it up and said, "You two don't know this old guy anymore? I'm going to give this pair of big lift poles to Morita and the others as a gift. Since you don't know each other anymore, come on, then I'll let them carry them away!" < /p>
"Don't!" Han Shoutian said quickly, "How can we not know each other!"
"When I first attacked the Japanese steamboat, I used these two big lifts. Rod!" Zhou Houpu sighed with nostalgia.
"Yeah"
Han Shoutian took over the topic, "Later you went to the investigation team, and these two big lifts were used by me and Sanhai. It's a pity, Sanhai didn’t survive, and it’s clear that he only needs to hold on for a few more years... Alas!”
The originally festive wedding scene was filled with sadness, and Uncle Zhou was wearing new clothes. He quickly said, "No matter what happens, this battle is over. From now on, we can all live a peaceful life!"
"Speaking of this, Morita, what are your plans to change jobs and come back?" Lao Chui Uncle also changed the subject and asked.
"It's a pity that I didn't learn my uncle's doctoring skills, otherwise I could have opened a medicine shop like Houpu and his wife." Han Shoutian joked around the topic.
"With your rough hands and feet, even the animals in the field dare not seek medical treatment from you." Uncle Chui's words immediately made the relatives and friends in the yard burst into laughter, "You kid Otherwise, you can just follow me in blacksmithing. I happen to be short of an apprentice."
"Uncle Hammer, you're not like that.You're here for a wedding banquet, are you here to take on a disciple? "Someone in the crowd shouted like a boo, and everyone immediately burst into laughter again.
Outside the lively crowd, Wei Ran glanced at Han Shoutian and the heroic-looking man next to him. After all, the bride did not go up to say hello to any of them. Instead, she silently raised the camera she had been holding to the highest position and pressed the shutter at the lively wedding scene.
With the crisp sound of the shutter, the intense white light once again enveloped his field of vision. When the white light faded for the second time and his field of vision returned to normal, Wei Ran returned to his home with a soft clatter. The metal book automatically turned to the corresponding page as always, and the metal quill wrote in dark red handwriting under the black and white photos of the two big lifts:
Reed Gunshots in the Dang
Zhou Houpu, as a scout during the Anti-Japanese War, provided a lot of intelligence to the Yanling Team. After the Anti-Japanese War, his son inherited his father's career and became a rural barefoot doctor.
Han Shoutian officially joined the Yanling Corps in August 1941. After cooperating with the main force to liberate Xin'an City in June 1945, he was incorporated into the 38th Regiment in August of the same year and went to Tiangu to continue participating in the Liberation War. In November 1949, he was Due to physical reasons, he changed his job. In August 1951, he was awarded the North China Liberation Medal. In August 1963, Zhou Houpu and Han Shoutian rescued 17 children, two teachers and one elderly person who fell into the water during the severe flood.
Xu Sanhai officially joined the Yanling team in August 1941 and partnered with Han Shoutian. In early October 1943, due to the Japanese army digging the river to release water to carry out bacterial warfare in southern Hebei and Western Shandong, Xu Sanhai was unfortunate to rescue the breached river embankment. Infected with cholera virus and sacrificed.
Writing this, the metal quill listed the number of the medal Han Shoutian received in black writing. What is quite interesting is that at the end of the number of the medal, there is Added the words "Hidden on the main beam"
At this point, the metal quill returned to the dark red handwriting and continued to write in another line, "If friends come, there will be good wine." The jackal came, and he was greeted with a shotgun. ”
Looking at this lyric that every Chinese person knows, Wei Ran couldn’t help but have a relaxed smile on his lips, and his mind couldn’t help but echo the words that were almost engraved in his heart. The melody in the genes.
As the pages turned, the metal quill continued to write under the red vortex on the back, "This big ship will surely carry us to victory and peace!" ”
What surprised Wei Ran was that just when he was about to see what was floating in the red vortex, the metal quill continued to start again on the blank page 12. Draw!
Amidst the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, a colorful pattern the size of a tea cup appeared on the page. The main body of the pattern was a grave made of human heads. They all wore steel helmets. The top helmet not only had the iconic plaster flag printed on it, but alsoThere were two butt curtains that seemed to be blown up by the wind.
But on the top of this mass of heads, which looks like a Beijing view, there is an anti-Japanese sword dripping with blood. Looking at the background of the main pattern, it is a road shrouded in gunpowder smoke, between the mountains. The silhouette of the Great Wall winding to the end.
When the drawing was completed, the metal quill wrote under the pattern without pausing, "Junior Jingguan Medal: Awarded to defenders who have killed more than 10 invaders using cold weapons."
When the metal quill hit the floor with a clang, a red vortex appeared just below the Jingguan Medal, just like when he received the Junior Field Angel Medal.
But this time, Wei Ran did not rush to take out the things in the vortex, but frowned as he stared at the newly appeared medal.
There is no doubt that this time he was sent back to Baiyangdian during the Anti-Japanese War. The only Japanese he killed with cold weapons was the reporter in the bathhouse, or to put it more simply, he could be called The "invader" is only that one Japanese.
To put it this way, in the last battle to defend Tengxian County, I killed 9 Japanese soldiers, and the so-called "accumulation" of this medal is not limited to the same battle?
Muttering something in a low voice, Wei Ran stopped thinking about it, reached into the red vortex under the medal, and pulled out the unstable things inside.
Both expected and unexpected, what is placed here is indeed an anti-Japanese sword. However, compared to the two swords I used in Teng County and the two swords that served as the background wall in the living room, this metal book to reward me is obviously much more refined.
Not only is the blade of this broadsword thick, but it is also densely covered with gorgeous patterns that can only be found in Damascus steel. Even the blade that serves as the guard is carefully carved into some kind of ferocious beast. The shape of the knife, as for the handle, is particularly easy to hold.
Placing the broadsword, which was destined to be difficult to use, back into the red vortex, Wei Ran reached into the vortex on the previous page again. To his surprise, the things inside still couldn't be taken out, which was a good sign.
Following previous experiences, he immediately put his hand on the floor of the living room, took back the metal book, and took out the contents of the red vortex.
With a crisp sound of "crash", a pot of green radish placed on the balcony of the living room overturned and fell to the ground. A wooden row boat also appeared in this large living room!
The length of this row of boats is nearly three meters, and the width is only eighty or ninety centimeters at most. Not only are there two wooden pulps fixed on the sides of the boat, but there is also a wrist-thick piece fixed on the edge, which is enough. One end of the seven to eight meter long bamboo pole was the murderer who overturned the pot of pothos.
Wei Ran woke up from his shock, then squatted down and looked at this exquisitely crafted boat. He really didn't expect that he would get a boat this time.
Compared with the boat that Zhou Houpu supported, although the shape and details of the current one are similar, it isThe workmanship is extremely exquisite. Not only is the whole body brushed with thick tung oil, but even the center of the bamboo pole and the handle of the paddle are wrapped with thick strips of cloth. The only thing that made him feel a little regretful was that there was no big lift on it.
Looking around, Wei Ran reached out and picked up a sofa pillow and the TV remote control and threw them into the cabin, and then tried to put the small row boat into a metal book. Unfortunately, although the boat was successfully recovered, the bulging sofa pillows and remote control were left on the floor.
There is also film in the food box! Wei Ran summoned the food box without giving up. However, to his great disappointment, he could not bring back the films he put in at the beginning.
I believed your evil deeds!
Wei Ran continued to take things out of the metal book. This time, what he took out was the Rollei double reflex camera. When he changed the film for the Japanese camera at Han Shoutian's house, he not only changed the film for this camera, but also stuffed an extra roll into the horse fur camera case with the gold assault medal. film. What was a little comforting was that the two boxes of film were brought back smoothly.
The next step is the fucking anti-tank gun! Wei Ran put away the camera, gritted his teeth and continued to take out things.
However, after this inspection, he could not find out the reason. In the end, he could only gritted his teeth and glanced at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, then put away the anti-tank, stood up and walked towards the soundproof In the study room with excellent effect, he took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book and placed it on the piano table that Suisui prepared for himself.
Not long after, a song of Guangling San filled with murderous intent floated out from the ajar door, taking away the sadness in Wei Ran's heart.