In the middle of the camp shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, the nervous but excited tank soldier Shula with a stiff smile on his face and the teacher Gianna with a gentle smile leaned side by side on a BMW that was pushed from nowhere. On the motorcycle, Wei Ran aimed at them and pressed the shutter.
After taking a group photo of the two young people, Uncle Slava also organized the others to move in enough ammunition boxes to serve as chairs. More than 80 men, women, old and children stood in a row. A few rows later, the children were also held by Ivan and his friends and sat on the grass in the front row. .
Turning around and looking at the sunset, which was only a small part behind him, Wei Ran seized the moment and pressed the shutter again with a chorus of "Ula".
“Comrade reporter, where is the wine?” The middle-aged man who had just been responsible for slaughtering the prey asked impatiently, “Just now you said you would treat us to a drink!”
“ "Don't worry." Wei Ran put the camera back in his bag, "There will be vodka for dinner, I promise!"
"That's what you said." Uncle Slava hasn't left yet. The crowd waved, "Since there is wine to drink tonight, let's cook a sumptuous dinner!"
"Victor, don't forget that you promised to teach the children for me." Teacher Gianna also came over and reminded with a smile.
"Of course I haven't forgotten, leave the children to me!"
Weiran winked at the tanker Shula, "Shula, I remember the potato field The clothes are still hanging. How about you and Teacher Gianna collect them?"
"Okay!"
Shu La is obviously just being stupid, but he is not. The fool, naturally understood what Wei Ran meant, mustered up the courage to hold Jaina's hand, and ran towards the potato field in the distance amidst the good-natured laughter of everyone.
"Okay, let's go prepare dinner."
Uncle Slava picked up the metal whistle hanging around his neck and blew it, "Ivan, you brought All the children went to class with Victor."
"Follow me!"
Ivan, who looked like a king of children, waved his hand in an imposing manner, and in an instant, Forty was there. Several little guys as young as four or five and as old as fifteen or sixteen swarmed under the pine tree staring at the board, and automatically sat in a fan-shaped space according to their height.
Looking at the large group of little heads in front of him, Wei Ran became unusually nervous. More than once, when he was working at a travel agency, he took many more naughty and even ignorant tourists to group activities. But at this moment, when he faced these prematurely sensible children as a teacher, he felt a little bit frightened.
He didn’t know what he should say, he didn’t know what impact his words would have on these children, and he didn’t know how many of these curious children in front of him would survive. The war is over.
"Victor, what do you want to tell us?"
Ivan, who was sitting in the center, saw Wei Ran staring at them blankly without speaking.Dong Dong suggested, "We should learn history class today, otherwise..."
"No"
Wei Ran refused Ivan's kind offer before he could finish his words. Proposal, "Today we will not talk about history or what has happened in the past."
"Then what should we talk about?" Sergey, who can be called Ivan's follower, asked, "How was the math class? ? I like math class the most!"
"We don't like it!" A little girl with yellow hair said pitifully, "I like art class."
"Music class! Music is good too!" A little bean sprout who looked even smaller and was even eating his fingers shouted in a milky voice, "I like music class the most!"
"Children They"
Wei Ran's tone became more firm and confident at this time, "We won't have math class today, let alone art class or music class."
"Then. What do we do?" Ivan asked again.
He took a serious look at the children whose faces had been dyed red by the sunset, then turned to look at the surrounding guerrillas sitting around with their weapons on the ground.
Wei Ran picked up a wet rag from a German helmet fixed on the tree trunk and carefully wiped the smooth writing on the wooden boards. Then he took out a piece of charcoal the size of a matchbox from another helmet and wrote the Russian word "dream" on the damp wooden board.
"Mr. Victor, I don't know the word you wrote." The child who just wanted to take music lessons said in a sweet voice.
"Dream" Ivan replied for Wei Ran, "this word is dream."
"That's right"
Wei Ran put the charcoal in his hand Throwing it back into the helmet, "Children, we have a total of two classes today. The first class is called dreams."
"Ivan, what class is this?" Sergey's voice was not loud. Bu Xiao asked his good friend next to him.
"How do I know?" Ivan responded blankly, and then looked at Wei Ran standing on the ammunition box with other children.
“In this class, we will talk about everyone’s dreams.” Wei Ran simply sat on the ammunition box that served as a podium, “Ivan, please tell me first, what is your future dream? "
"My dream is to be a detective!" Ivan replied without even thinking about it.
"No, no, no"
Wei Ran waved his hand, "I'm talking about what your dream is after the war is over and the Germans are driven away."
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"After the war is over?"
Kid King Ivan was stunned, "The war will probably take a long time to end. I want to be a scout now."
"The war will be over soon"
Wei Ran obviously does not intend to let Ivan go, "so think about it now, what is your dream after the war is over."< /p>
"After the war is over..."
Ivan looked around, with a sudden look on his young face.His voice, which was in the process of changing, was particularly firm this time, "My dream is that after the war is over, everyone can get together! One by one, we can get together!
By then we will We returned to the village occupied by the Germans. Teacher Gianna was still responsible for teaching the younger brothers and sisters. Uncle Slava and Shura and I continued to protect everyone. When we are older, I can become a soldier and continue to protect everyone. !”
As Ivan described his dream sentence by sentence, the guerrillas who were watching and whispering gradually became quiet. Uncle Slava, who had a pipe in his mouth, couldn't help but smile on his weathered face.
"Is there anything else?" Wei Ran asked as if he was deliberately trying to embarrass Ivan, "Is there anything else besides these?"
"And..."
p>Ivan rubbed his messy hair in distress, and after a moment he said happily, "I want to be a hero of the Soviet Union! A hero of the Soviet Union who can be published in newspapers and have Comrade Stalin personally give me a medal!"
"Ivan, your dream will definitely come true."
Wei Ran vowed to make a promise, and then waved his hand to signal the other party to sit down, "Sergey, don't hide, It's your turn to tell you what your dream is, and others can think about their own dreams first."
"I also want to be a hero of the Soviet Union!" Sergey stammered. said.
“You can be a hero of the Soviet Union.” Wei Ran affirmed at first, and then continued, “But this is Ivan’s dream, and he has already spoken it out, so you have to think about it again. "
Seeing Sergey looking at him blankly without saying anything, Wei Ran raised a smile on his lips and said, "Children, let's count down to Sergey from 10. When we count to 1, If he can't tell, how about we give him a small punishment?"
"Okay!"
The children immediately became interested, and then they started talking to Ivan. Under the leadership of the teacher, the countdown started babbling.
"10"
"9"
"8"
"7"
"Stop ! Stop!" Sergei waved his little arms and shouted, "I thought of it! Victor, I want to be a mathematician!"
"Tell me why you want to do it! A mathematician?" Wei Ran, sitting cross-legged on the ammunition box, asked with a smile.
"Because I like mathematics"
Sergey explained his dream seriously, "Teacher Gianna said that I am very talented in mathematics, and she also said that I can do mathematics. There are many things that can help many people. Although I don’t know how to use mathematics to help others, let alone what I can do, I want to be a mathematician.”
“Okay, it looks like we are here. Now there is already a Soviet hero and a great mathematician."
Wei Ran pointed at the little blond girl who once shared the snake meat, "It's your turn, tell me what your dream is. ."
“I want to be a painter!”
The little girl seemed to have been prepared for a long time. She immediately said straightforwardly, “Become a great painter like Mr. Repin! I... I want to draw Mr. Ivan, the hero of the Soviet Union, and Mr. Sergey, the mathematician, and hang them in the village church!”
Before the little girl finished speaking, more and more people were around her! The adults listening couldn't help laughing, and the faces of the two little guys, Ivan and Sergey, seemed to be dyed redder by the sunset.
"I'm serious!"
The little blond girl said loudly, "I will also bring Uncle Slava, Brother Shula, Teacher Gianna and all Paint it!"
"I believe you will become a great painter like Mr. Repin!"
Wei Ran affirmed again and then asked, " Who will tell me next?"
"Me! I'll do it!"
The little boy who had only one arm and was responsible for herding sheep during the day stood up. "After the war is over, I want to raise a hundred, no, a thousand sheep! Then raise a thousand cows, so that everyone in the village can eat meat at any time, so that everyone can drink milk as water ! I...I want to plant a lot of potatoes and wheat so that no one is as hungry as now!"
"Vasily! You stole my dream!"
A younger child was not happy, "I originally wanted to plant a lot of potatoes and wheat! Then we will have bread to eat every day!"
"That kind of potatoes and wheat The dream is yours."
The one-armed boy called Vasily said generously, "I only have one arm, and it is really not suitable for growing potatoes and wheat."
"Thank you!"
The little guy who had just been robbed of his dream thanked him seriously, and then said, "But I don't grow potatoes to eat, I want to turn potatoes into vodka, so Sla Uncle Wa and the others don’t have to steal the alcohol from Teacher Gianna’s medical kit, let alone add water to it.”
I glanced at those who turned their faces away or looked up at the sky. Guerrillas, Wei Ran once again gave positive encouragement, "I believe you will definitely realize your dreams, so who will be next?"
"I...I want to be a Singer"
The little guy who suggested taking music lessons said while eating his fingers, "I still want to be a poet, I still want to... I also want to be a writer!"
p>"Alyosha, you are too greedy!"
A little girl in rags stood up and shouted angrily, "Why do you have so many dreams? I want them all I really want to become a poet!"
"But I really want to"
The former bit his finger and said, "I want to write everyone into the lyrics and into the poem. , I want to write you all into the bedtime story that Teacher Gianna tells us every night.thing. "
"What about you? "
Wei Ran saw the little girl closest to him holding her knees and crying, so he simply gave her the right to speak.
"I...I hope the war will end. After that, my mother was still alive and she was captured by the Germans, and I haven't seen her for... a long time. ”
After saying that, the little girl whose name Wei Ran didn’t even know finally stopped suppressing her cries. The open-air classroom that had just been involved in the argument fell silent for a while, and then the rest of the children They also lowered their heads, and the guerrillas who were listening around also tightened their weapons.
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