Chapter 1173, Chapter 1173 of the Notes of a War Photographer: Dust-laden Memories in a Small Broken Building. Latest URL: At the entrance of the small foreign building, Chen Guangling whispered something to his wife, and then said to Wei Ran, "Let's go in and wait for Luo Xiang and

Mr. Liu, please come back."

"Alright"

Wei Ran nodded and followed Chen Guangling's reincarnation towards the small foreign building, leaving only Chen Guangling's wife at the door of the small courtyard, busy saying goodbye to the three staff members of the notary office.

"You must have a lot to ask, right?" Chen Guangling asked while pushing open the old wooden door.

"really"

Wei Ran patted the door frame lightly and walked upstairs while saying, "I do have many questions to ask, especially why Mr. Tao gave me this house. Does he have any relatives or apprentices?"

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"He actually thought about giving it to Mr. Liu or Luo Xiang."

Chen Guangling was extraordinarily candid, "Forget it, Mr. Liu. He is used to living in Yangzhou and will not come here at all. It will be a waste for him."

"What about you?" Wei Ran asked, "This small building is in such a good location, even if it is sold, it will cost a lot of money, right?"

"Can you sell it?" Chen Guangling asked bluntly.

Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but dumbfounded. The old man entrusted this small building to him, and specifically said in his will that he would be kind to the old house for the sake of Youquan's spirit. No matter how bastard he is,

He wouldn't sell this place, not to mention he wasn't short of money at all.

"Even if it were given to us, we wouldn't have the heart to sell it."

Chen Guangling pointed to the top of his head and said with a headache, "But look at the state of this small building. You can only praise it by saying it's a donkey dung ball. I want to renovate this house, so I guess I won't say more."

It also costs one or two million. For my music store, once I have saved one or two million, the day lilies will grow hair."

At this point, Chen Guangling, who had already walked up the steps, stopped, turned around and looked at Wei Ran apologetically and said, "Wei Ran, I'm not afraid of your jokes. It was actually my idea to give this house to you, whether it's Qin

You are reassuring in both your art and your character. Only you have the ability to take good care of this small courtyard so that it will not be ruined. This can be regarded as fulfilling the regret that Mr. Tao has always had."

"Aren't you afraid that I will resell it?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I believe I won't see the wrong person"

Chen Guangling was extremely confident when he said this, "I also believe that if you didn't sell the piano for 5 million back then, you won't sell this small building now or in the future."

Hearing this, Wei Ran did not continue the topic. He followed the other party upstairs and asked another question he had just asked, "Does Mr. Tao have any disciples in his family?"

"Oh! Don't mention it"

Chen Guangling waved his hand, led Wei Ran into another room on the second floor, motioned for him to sit on an old-fashioned red leather folding chair next to the Eight Immortals table, and then used an electric kettle that he had obviously bought not long ago to boil two bottles of mineral water.

, took out two paper cups from the plastic bag, put a small pinch of tea leaves on the table, and then sat on another chair and explained, "Mr. Tao was a pillar of the local opera club before he was reorganized.

After it opened, he led a group of people to set up a troupe and performed in various places and made a lot of money."

Chen Guangling pointed to the top of his head, "That was the time when Mr. Tao was at his most prosperous. He even bought this small building at that time after spending a lot of money to beg his grandfather to sue his grandmother.

He also had a son and a close disciple who were both members of his opera troupe. His son was even better at playing the erhu, and he found a partner who sang Beijing drums. At that time, they both performed on radio stations. Mr. Tao

I originally planned to renovate this small building for his son’s wedding.”

"Then what"

"Why don't you tell me your fate?"

Chen Guangling shook his head, "First there was a fire in the troupe's warehouse. Mr. Tao's lungs were damaged trying to save people, and then his son had a car accident on the way to perform with his partner in another place. Before he could finish both of these things, his

Seeing that the troupe was about to fall apart, the direct disciple whom he raised as his son actually went abroad with a female boss in the south who sells foreign junk and never came back."

"Going abroad?"

"At that time, everyone thought it was good to go abroad, so they kept their heads high and ran away."

Chen Guangling stood up and picked up the hot water kettle to make some tea for Wei Ran. At the same time, he explained with emotion, "Mr. Tao was such a capable person back then. Although his ability to play the piano was passed down from his family, his ability to play the piano was passed down from his family.

He only had a great voice. Later, when his voice became hoarse and his family was gone, he picked up the craft of playing the harp again.

Luo Xiang and his master, Mr. Liu, learned half of their craftsmanship from Mr. Tao. And my family's piano shop, when Luo Xiang and I were the same age, sold all the high-quality pianos at high prices.

Mr. Tao made it."

Chen Guangling put down the kettle and sat down again and sighed again, "It's a pity that since the troupe and his son and apprentice died one after another, Mr. Tao has been completely devastated. He spends every day guarding this small building and playing the piano.

Later, his health became worse and worse, and then he was taken to the south by Mr. Liu, who was like a half-disciple."

"His apprentice who was shut down never came back?" Wei Ran asked in shock.

"I haven't even sent a letter back, let alone come back to read it."

Chen Guangling shook his head, "That white-eyed wolf probably surrendered to the enemy. He might have died outside."

"well"

Wei Ran sighed, but he didn't know what to say. Mr. Tao had really tasted all the five flavors of life.

"We deliberately didn't say hello to you before the house thing happened. You won't blame us, right?" Chen Guangling brought the topic back and asked apologetically.

"What did Teacher Chen say?" Wei Ran waved his hand. Of course he wouldn't blame them. He was just getting an advantage and acting like a good boy.

Hearing this, Chen Guangling was completely relieved. He took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two cigarettes and shared them with Wei Ran. After lighting them, he took a puff and said, "That's okay. We'll take you to the hotel to rest later."

If I take you a day or two to go through all the procedures, I will entrust this small building to you from now on."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he finished speaking, Chen Guangling's wife sent a message. Seeing this, Chen Guangling immediately unplugged the water heater, took Wei Ran downstairs, and locked the door.

After entering the courtyard gate of this small foreign-style building, he followed Chen Guangling's wife and got into an online car-hailing car.

"Aren't we going to wait for Mr. Luo Xiang and Mr. Liu?" Wei Ran asked before closing the door.

"No wait, let's meet at the hotel entrance later."

Chen Guangling's wife explained, "Mr. Liu just called and said that Mr. Tao's body will be cremated tomorrow morning. We went over to take a last look, and then he left with Mr. Tao's ashes."

With the other party's arrangement, Wei Ran naturally couldn't say anything and just let the couple settle themselves in a hotel not far away.

When they arrived, Chen Luoxiang was already supporting Mr. Liu and waiting at the door.

The group exchanged a few words, agreed on a time for the next day, and then went back to their rooms.

It was only at this time that Wei Ran had time to put on his ring and watch again, and by the way, he made a video call to Suisui, who had sent the message, and introduced the ins and outs of the matter.

The next morning, before Wei Ran left the hotel, he deliberately took out the Rollei dual-lens reflex camera from the metal book and hung it around his neck.

When Mr. Liu and Chen Guangling's family arrived at the funeral home in two cars, Mr. Tao's remains had been professionally arranged and made up, so that he looked more energetic than before.

"Let me take a portrait of him," Wei Ran asked, looking at Mr. Liu.

"Okay, I'll excuse you." Mr. Liu, who had specially changed into a black gown, nodded and agreed to Wei Ran's request.

Wei Ran borrowed a chair from the staff of the funeral home and stood on it, condescendingly taking a portrait of the peaceful Mr. Tao.

He bowed to bid farewell to Mr. Tao amidst the sad music, and the only five people who came to see him off also fell silent.

After an extremely long wait in silence, a bag of ashes was delivered by the staff, and Mr. Liu personally put it into the piano box that once belonged to Guqin Youquan.

Taking one last look at the thin photo album placed in the piano case, Mr. Liu sighed, slowly closed the lid, and then took out a roll of rice paper and a bottle of pulp that had been prepared in advance from his bag.

Mu, with the help of Chen Luoxiang, carefully sealed the lid of the piano box.

Finally, he packed the piano case with a blue and white piano bag. Mr. Liu said, "I will take Luo Xiang and send Uncle Tao back to his ancestral grave for burial. Guangling, I will trouble you about the matter here. Wei Ran, Tao

Please help me develop one of your uncle’s photos.”

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu." Wei Ran nodded and made a promise.

Watching Mr. Liu holding the piano bag and getting into the rented car under the guidance of his apprentice Chen Luoxiang, Wei Ran and the other three looked at each other, got into another car they rented temporarily last night, and left.

This is the only sad funeral home.

Even with Chen Guangling's help, it took Wei Ran two full days to go through all the procedures and get the small foreign-style building under his name.

After bidding farewell to Chen Guangling and his wife who originally wanted to take him to the airport, Wei Ran did not go to the airport. Instead, he took a taxi back to the small single-family house.

After unlocking the door of the small courtyard, Wei Ran pushed the door open and entered the courtyard, silently looking at this historical building that could almost be regarded as a cultural relic.

The area of ​​this small building itself is quite similar to that of the villa on the shore of Kaban Lake, which is about four to five hundred square meters. However, the L-shaped yard is obviously much smaller in comparison.

It was only two to three hundred square meters, and at least one-third of the area was taken up by the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves and the small flower bed behind the ginkgo tree.

The remaining two hundred or so square meters in front of the building are mostly occupied by those iron houses. Not only that, the other two sides of this small building are not surrounded by a yard, although they are close to the fence.

There was a distance of two meters, but it was already filled with all kinds of debris and garbage. He even found hundreds of 16-cell briquettes placed against the wall behind the villa and covered with several layers of plastic sheets.

Obviously, these briquettes have existed for a long time. Not only have most of them been turned into slag by wind and rain, but even the blue brick floors and cement walls have been stained black.

As he walked around, he noticed that in addition to the three floors above ground, this downstairs building seemed to have a one-and-a-half-floor basement.

But for some unknown reason, not only were the windows around the basement on this floor tightly sealed with red bricks and cement, but he couldn't even find the entrance to the basement from the first floor.

Could it be filled in?

Wei Ran muttered but didn't think much about it. He walked up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor and walked around. Except for the two rooms he visited yesterday, the remaining rooms on this floor were all empty.

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Continue walking up the creaking wooden stairs to the third floor. The room on this floor is filled with a lot of debris, including some dusty Eight Immortals tables and matching benches, round stools, and stacks of
To be continued...