On August 6, 1945, on this special day, Wei Ran had a rare sleep and waited until seven o'clock in the morning before he was willing to get up from the bed.

However, he did not rush to leave the room to wash up. Instead, he took out a Nissan five-lamp radio from the cabinet that he bought from the Japanese Concession's Japanese Trading Company when he was "walking the dog."

This thing is not the three-lamp rubbish dumped by the Japanese. Not to mention those stupid radio stations of the Japanese and puppets, even the Japanese local radio stations can be clearly listened to.

The radio's antenna was stretched out of the window to its maximum length, and after some adjustments, Weiran fixed it to a Japanese local radio station channel that could be listened to clearly.

Without listening carefully to the Japanese content on the radio, Wei Ran just turned up the volume to the maximum, then picked up the pocket watch on the bedside, glanced at it, and threw it on the table.

"Master Ciao, are you learning Japanese? Why is there such a big movement?"

Outside the door, Yang's mother knocked on the door and asked, "Would you like to get up for breakfast?"

"No rush!" Wei Ran responded through the door, "In half an hour, right? I'll listen to the radio first."

Hearing this, Yang Ma outside the door muttered and then stopped. However, Wei Ran in the room turned up the sound of the radio louder, and then sat on the bamboo deck chair on the balcony.

He slowly lit a cigarette and picked up the silver pocket watch again.

As he waited patiently, time passed by. At 7:14 in the morning, Wei Ran threw away the pocket watch he had been holding in his hand, opened the cigarette case again, lit a new cigarette, and changed a new one.

In a comfortable posture, with eyes closed amidst the puff of mist, I listened more and more carefully to the content on the radio.

When the second cigarette was halfway smoked, the originally clear broadcast suddenly had seemingly normal clutter interference for a moment.

Glancing at the pocket watch case on the table next to him, a smile appeared on Wei Ran's face. On August 6, 1945, at 8:16 a.m. Tokyo time, a cute little boy was born.

"Happy birthday"

Wei Ran murmured to himself, then reached out to adjust the volume of the radio to the normal range, and then turned it off, allowing the room to return to its usual silence.

As a historian, he certainly knew very well that even without the newly born little boy and his follow-up good brother Fatty, it would have been a matter of time before the Japanese surrendered and were defeated.

It can even be said that the dropping of these two atomic bombs did not end World War II as the Yankees propagandized in later generations, but rather used two atomic bombs to steal the fruits of victory against the French.

Of course, even so, Wei Ran must admit that these two atomic bombs, which are already somewhat delayed, will undoubtedly bring huge shock and panic to the Japanese.

By the way, it will also divert a considerable amount of attention from the enemies facing the Love Letter Apartment today - for Wei Ran at this time, this is the most practical significance of this atomic bomb and the subsequent atomic bomb.

Wei Ran slowly took the towel and toothbrush bowl, opened the door and walked into the bathroom. After brushing his teeth carefully and washing up, he returned to the room and changed his clothes.

He cleaned himself up, and Yang Ma had already put the breakfast left for him on the table.

"Master Cousin, please come up, Miss."

Just when Wei Ran was about to use his chopsticks, Jasmine came down from the second floor and extended an invitation to him.

"immediately"

Wei Ran put down the porridge bowl he had just picked up, got up and followed Jasmine up to the second floor.

At the same time, Mei Xiang, who was obviously carefully dressed up, also wore a cheongsam and walked down from the third floor.

"What's your order, cousin?" Wei Ran asked with a smile as he stood at the top of the stairs, raising his neck.

"Take your camera," Mei Xiang said as she stopped, "take some photos for everyone."

"Now?"

"Be quick and easy"

Mei Xiang said very gently, "There will probably be guests arriving around nine o'clock, and we will have to take a lot of photos."

"good"

Wei Ran nodded and walked directly into the darkroom. Using the cover of the door, he took out the Rollei double reflex camera from the metal book. Then he wandered around the darkroom to find a few films and put them in his pocket.

When he walked out of the darkroom, he found that the men and women in the troupe were all dressed up and walking downstairs talking and laughing.

Following the crowd to the first floor and out of the foyer, within a short time, several benches had been placed in the yard outside the door, and Mei Xiang sat in the middle seat without hesitation.

“Taking pictures today is different from usual days.”

Seeing that Wei Ran and the members of the theater troupe had come out, Mei Xiang cleared her throat and said loudly, "Let's take pictures later. Let's stand next to the people we like each other."

As soon as these words were spoken, some of the young men and women in the troupe immediately looked at the people next to them subconsciously.

It's a pity that although some people get an immediate response from the other person's eyes, some people get the other person's eyes looking at other people.

Feeling either sweet or sour, Tao Canhua was the first to hold Qiu Shi's hand, bravely walked to Mei Xiang and sat down.

Soon, another pair of men and women imitated the two of them, either sitting beside Mei Xiang, sitting on the horse in front of her, or standing behind her.

At the end, the lonely boys and girls looked at each other and divided into two teams, male and female, and stood in the last row.

At this time, Wei Ran, who seemed to be busy adjusting the camera, secretly sighed. He knew that the smiling Meixiang sitting among the young people, that strong woman who had already been stigmatized, was probably ready.

I am not prepared to sacrifice any of these young people in the future.

Suppressing the random thoughts in his mind, Wei Ran placed the already adjusted camera on an Eight Immortals table. After pressing down the selfie pick, he ran as fast as possible between Mei Xiang and Yang Ma, and sat in the vacant seat for him.

Come down.

After taking this group photo, Wei Ran, under the command of Mei Xiang, was in the basement, the lobby on the first floor, the banquet hall on the second floor, or next to the car specially driven out as the background.

For everyone, for everyone, for every slightly ignorant couple, I took photos one after another full of laughter and happy smiles - except for Andy and the one hiding in the underground printing room.

Three girls, and a kid with the same hatred hiding in the printing room with them.

At around 9:30 in the morning, when Wei Ran took a group photo of Mei Xiang, Jasmine, Qiu Shi, and Tao Canhua on the terrace on the third floor, a rickshaw also stopped at the door of the study apartment and sent the first person to attend.

Rich wife at Monday tea party.

Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone in the study apartment except Wei Ran fell into the busy state they were accustomed to. Those high-spirited young men enthusiastically led the rich lady to find a place to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, a girl brought the fruits and refreshments that Yang's mother had cut long ago, and several more girls took the opportunity to bring breakfast into the kitchen that Wei Ran had not even had time to eat.

When Mei Xiang walked downstairs alone, the girls and boys immediately entered the basement in twos and threes to prepare for the next performance.

Compared to the excitement downstairs, Wei Ran and Jasmine, as well as Tao Canhua and Qiushi, were all left on the terrace on the third floor intentionally or unintentionally.

"Qiushi, you and Canhua should go to the second floor first." Jasmine said, "Young Master Biao and I have something to say."

"good"

Qiushi and Tao Canhua responded, and they left the terrace on the third floor together and disappeared into the stairs.

"What do you want to give me, Sister Jasmine?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"No"

Jasmine shook her head, and just took out a Lignos pocket pistol that could be loaded with one hand from her pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "Take it."

Taking the pistol, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile. He remembered clearly that this gun was confiscated when he killed Ueda's female companion, and then he gave it to Jasmine.

"When I go to play the piano for Ueda this afternoon, take it with you to protect yourself," Jasmine said.

"Keep it for yourself"

As Wei Ran spoke, he pushed the pistol to the other party again, "You can't bring this gun with you. It will be troublesome if Zhitian recognizes it as his mistress's gun."

Hearing this, Jasmine hesitated for a moment, and finally put away the small pistol and said in an extremely serious tone, "Come back alive, no matter you or Canhua, you must come back alive."

"You too," Wei Ran responded seriously, "You also have to stay alive and wait for us to come back."

"Everyone has to live"

Jasmine paused and said as she walked downstairs, "Be quiet when you go downstairs and let Canhua and Qiushi stay a little longer. You don't have to do anything this morning, just take it as a break.

, if you don’t want to go down, just rest in the lady’s room.”

Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded and watched the other person go downstairs. However, he did not follow him downstairs. Instead, he just lay down on the lounge chair on the third floor terrace and lit a cigarette leisurely.

After spending this leisurely morning waiting patiently, Wei Ran ate the lunch that Yang's mother brought to the third floor and took a nap again. He waited until about 1:30 in the afternoon, then got up and went downstairs to meet up.

Tao Canhua, who was wearing a long gown, was watched by Qiushi Lihua and Rain. Each of them picked up one or two musical instruments, went downstairs and got into the car.

"I brought the gun that Mr. Somegu gave me," Tao Canhua said proactively before the car drove out of the courtyard.

I don’t know if Someya and his wife are still alive...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then said, "When I enter the door later, I will hand over the gun of my own accord. If I ask you why you brought the gun, do you know what to say?"

"In this world of unrest, wouldn't it be normal to carry a gun?" Tao Canhua replied with a smile.

"We have to go back alive," Wei Ran reminded without looking back, "Qiushi is still waiting for you."

Hearing this, Tao Canhua was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously, "I know, we all have to go back alive."

Having said this, Wei Ran stopped talking too much, just stepped on the accelerator, increased the speed, and drove the car in the direction of the Japanese Concession.

He bought two packs of cigarettes along the way, and when he parked the car at the door of the small building where Xiao Su's mother and Mr. Furukawa lived, he found that Xiao Su's mother was already waiting at the door.

"Mother Su, are you waiting for us?" Wei Ran asked after he parked the car and opened the door.

"No?" Xiao Su's mother waved impatiently, "Come in quickly!"

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Tao Canhua immediately took out the several musical instruments they had brought with them from the carriage, carrying them with both hands, and followed Xiao Su's mother into the foyer. Then they saw Furukawa drinking tea in the living room on the first floor.

gentlemen.

Before they could put down their instruments, Xiao Su's mother said, "You guys probably have to wait. Mr. Ueda answered the phone in the morning, and then he and Yumi hurried out, and they haven't come back yet.

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To be continued...