In the glass house shrouded by the aurora, Suisui came up with one whimsical plan after another with the help of alcohol and bags of snacks.
As for the feasibility of these plans, we will only know after they are actually implemented. But thinking about the hunters in Inta, they might not mind giving it a try.
As the wine bottles were emptied by the two of them, Suisui, who had a low drinking capacity, also started talking nonsense, and outside the glass house, the tourists on the sleds also yelled. We returned to the camp and started a carnival around the campfire organized by the talented Maozi tour guides.
While several old hunters over fifty years old played the accordion, several naive tour guides also danced Cossack dance on the snow. Soon, there were more tourists around who said, "Coach, I want to learn this", as well as young men and women who fell one after another because they "have brains but not feet".
The middle-aged teachers who came with the tour group also seemed to remember the past when they were young. They took the microphone connected to the speaker and sang one after another from the 1980s. Classic old songs from the 1990s or dance to the popular ballroom dances of their time accompanied by singing and music.
Around them, young people who used to listen carefully or not seriously in class also applauded or cheered on the teachers who used to be a little serious with good intentions.
"Dalia, it seems like we were like this when we were young, right?" Teacher Anna asked nostalgically, holding a glass of red wine and sitting on a wooden box covered with a reindeer skin blanket.
"Who didn't have a young age?"
Teacher Dalia seemed to remember something and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember the party when we graduated? "
"Remember, of course I remember"
Gorman, who was rubbing the dog's head, couldn't help but smile, "I still remember Mr. Nicholas's hip-hop dance at that time. ."
"I remember too"
Anna gently wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, perhaps because of her smile, "I even grabbed the one he threw away from the stage. Sunglasses."
"And that bastard Galkin"
Gorman said with a smile, "I remember that he also performed Cossack dance, and that was the only time in my life. I saw that all the Cossack dancers on the same stage had their pants spread open."
"It's Culp"
Dalia gave them wine glasses. Filling it up, he said, "At that time, both Culp and Galkin were chasing the blonde girl from the intelligence class. As a result, that bastard Galkin succeeded, and Culp secretly tampered with all their pants."
< p> "What's that girl's name?" Gorman looked up at the surging aurora and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly, "It seems I'm really old and can't even remember her name. .""I just remember.Her code name is Piano."
Anna took over the conversation, paused and said abruptly, "I met her once in 1992, and she got married after the collapse of the Soviet Union. People from Kiev. "
Teacher Dalia sighed, took a sip of red wine and murmured to herself, "What a lucky girl. "
"We are also very lucky."
Gorman picked up the wine glass and said, "Thanks to that little Chinese guy. If it weren't for him, maybe we would have just attended the funeral of a friend. Only then did we have the opportunity to meet. ”
“I really have to thank that young man”
The three poor people who have been forgotten by the times raised their wine glasses and touched them gently. The scarlet wine liquid in the goblets reflected The blazing bonfire in the distance reflected the expectant smiles on the faces of the three no longer young people.
“Cheers! ”
In the warm glass house, Suisui, who was already drunk, held an empty wine bottle in her arms. She held the cup and touched it again with Wei Ran who looked helpless, without realizing that she was The wine in the glass had already been replaced by soda water by the person opposite.
The food addict drank two bottles of soda water with this person until the other person leaned on the bed. As he fell asleep, Wei Ran lifted him onto the bed and covered him with a quilt, then closed the thick curtains around him.
After closing the door, Wei Ran returned to his glass house next door and took the bath. Wearing robes and towels, he strolled into the steaming workshop, soaked himself in the hot hot spring pool, looked up at the ceiling shrouded in mist, and thought about what to do next.
The lesson Anna and Mr. Gorman taught him not long ago really sounded a wake-up call for him. As Gorman said, he can succeed many times, but as long as he makes a mistake, many unpredictable things will happen.
But for him, the so-called success or failure does not refer to the relatively peaceful and safe environment and time and space around him, but to the things written in the metal book one after another. The battlefield of history.
However, the option that seemed the wisest and most stable was to let him give up what the metal book had given him and become an ordinary person. In addition to all options.
The unpredictable dangers on the battlefield bring far more than the rising numbers in the bank account, but also fame and fortune, as well as the sense of accomplishment after uncovering the historical truth. Something he couldn't explain.
Perhaps Wei Ran can return to China and live a stable life in a short period of time, but what about a month, two months, half a year, or a year later? There will always be boring moments in life, and they will always come sooner than you expect.
When you are fattened by the dull life, your courage is worn away, and at the same time, you are stimulated. When I feel the urge to take risks, or when all the money in my pocket is gone, will I still have the courage to go to those battlefields?
Or even if I go, will I still survive as before? ?I am afraidWhat awaited me at that time was nothing more than a fat body that could no longer run and a camera that could not be held steady under gunfire when the war resumed in Nanshan.
Looking down at the abdominal muscles that I had developed while studying at the Hongqi Forest Farm, and then at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on my left hand. Wei Ran raised his head again, squinting his eyes and thinking about the hope that Gorman had built up for him in the abandoned prison called the Bell Tower.
So what are your hopes? In other words, what is your ideal?
A slightly confused Wei Ran sank his whole body into the hot spring pool and began to think about the issue of returning to his true nature.
Obviously, that metal book hiding countless secrets is the strongest hope, but it is definitely not my ideal.
Earn enough money?
This idea was kicked out of Wei Ran's mind from the beginning. Although he is not a rich man now, he can at least be considered a rich man. If you just want to make money, even if you don't rely on the metal book, the things you learned at the Hongqi Forest Farm and the contacts you accumulated are enough.
But if the goal is not to make money, then what is it? Wei Ran, who held his breath, continued to think about this problem.
Fame?
I am already the honorary consultant of Maozi’s official museum, and may even become the real historical consultant of that museum. Although the latter seems inferior to the former, it is an affirmation of his professional ability, not just It's just a benefit in exchange for donating a photo.
Maybe it would be good to be a well-known and professional historian...
Inexplicably, he thought of the friends he had made on the battlefield, and of the people on the battlefield of Stalingrad , the little girl who had always been firmly rooted in his heart like a thorn, thinking of her blue blanket that had been blown to pieces by a grenade. Then he thought of Li Hexian who stayed in Teng County and Li Sui'an who joined the army under a pseudonym.
"Crash!"
Wei Ran popped his head out of the pool. While gasping for breath, he already had a new goal in his heart, and at the same time, he also accumulated some money in his metal book. I thought of new uses for those negatives.
"It seems that I will have to pay more attention to the Time Film Studio in the future..." Wei Ran muttered to himself and covered his face with a towel.
After soaking in the hot springs enough, he secretly wondered whether he should suggest Ji Ma or Suisui to arrange bathing training for the hairy people here in the future. After all, these big and strong hairy people would not be able to be bathers. It's a pity.
Wrapped in a thick bath towel, Wei Ran ran back to his glass house, took another shower to warm himself up, then closed the curtains and lay down on the big, soft bed.
In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, when he woke up, the tourists had already started their own activities under the leadership of the tour guides and hunters.
The Suisui next door actually pretended to change into an ancient Chinese costume that she got from nowhere.A thick deerskin blanket was spread on the open ground, and he played an unknown tune on the guqin he brought with him in a serious manner. Near her, in addition to a SLR mounted on a stabilizer, there were many people watching.
It wasn't until the song ended that Wei Ran asked curiously, "What kind of monster are you trying to be?"
"You're the monster!"
Suisui put away her SLR and said seriously, "I'm going to take more photos and use them as promotional materials, so I might be able to recruit more people during my next vacation."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Suisui handed the guqin in her hand to Wei Ran and said provocatively, "What about you? Have you learned how to play Xianweng? I have already learned several pieces of music." "
"I don't have as much time as you do, so how can I have time to learn the piano?"
Wei Ran excused himself without even thinking. The only Guangling San piece he knew was enough for him. If it's just for show, naturally you won't waste time on learning the piano.
Without giving Suisui a chance to continue speaking, Wei Ran glanced at Gorman and Anna, who were watching the excitement, changed the subject and said, "But you are too amateurish to shoot a broken DSLR. , I can get you some professional people and equipment to take a serious shot."
"Is this still amateurish? This is my best lens and camera. I even spent a lot of money on the pickup. "Bought it."
Suisui glanced at the SLR camera mounted on the stabilizer. Before she could say anything else, Gore, who was also watching the excitement, walked over with his dog and said with a smile, "It's indeed a bit amateurish."
"Why is it you again..."
Suisui blatantly muttered something in Chinese, but she remembered clearly who forced her to do it yesterday He jumped out of the plane with Wei Ran in his sight. Although luckily no accident happened, and she apologized to Misha and Anna who was flying the plane, and Wei Ran also explained it with various reasons, the discomfort in her heart was unavoidable.
However, Gorman seemed not to notice. He reached into his pocket and took out a gold-gilded business card and handed it to Suisui. He said seriously, "I'm from Time Film Studio." Director Gorman, you must know about Time Film Studio, right? Victor is still the majority shareholder of our studio." Suisui took the business card from the other party and turned to look at it. Looking at Wei Ran standing aside with a smile on his face, he finally nodded politely.
Of course she knew about Time Film Studio. She had heard about it from her mother as early as its establishment. She even asked Wei Ran last night. Unfortunately, it sounded like a high-end production company, but when it came out of Wei Ran's mouth, it turned into an existence like a wedding advertising company.
"We have professional shooting equipment and teams."
Gorman also glanced at Wei Ran, and then continued with a smile, "I can make the studio work Someone will come over with professional equipment and re-shoot a promotional video for you. How about treating it as an apology for what happened yesterday?? "
"Um..." Suisui subconsciously looked at Wei Ran again, asking a film studio to shoot a promotional video for herself. Isn't this a bit too exaggerated and grand?
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Wei Ran also looked astonished. He really wanted people from the studio to come over and shoot a promotional video. After all, Hongqi Forestry Farm was considered the absolute controlling shareholder of these two camps. Even for this reason, he didn't want to. He was prepared to be stabbed by Teacher Dalia, but he didn't expect that the old guy Gorman would apologize to Suisui. This was definitely not his intention.