On Zelenets Island, under the gaze of cameras, the corpses in the forest cemetery were exhumed one by one. After being comforted by the accompanying priests, they were repackaged into small body bags.

At the same time, at the edge of the cemetery, also witnessed by the camera, several staff from the museum carefully took out a glass jar and a German gas mask from the ammunition box that was almost wrapped in trees under the magpie's nest.

Can.

On the other side of the cemetery, Wei Ran, who was wearing a formal suit, was also in front of the camera. As a discoverer, he told his experience of accidentally discovering everything here, as well as his understanding of that period of history and a little "analysis" and "

guess".

After the preliminary processing by the staff, Wei Ran also participated in the archaeological work. Together with the other staff, he opened the frosted lid of the glass jar and sealed the triangular letters stored inside with wax oil and cloth strips.

The film seal tube and a slingshot were taken out one by one.

This was the first time he saw everything in this "mailbox".

Just by looking at the recipients on the outside of those triangular letters, he realized something.

Among these letters, the most numerous ones were written by Vasily to his heroic mother.

As the letter was opened one by one, everyone present, including the camera lens, clearly saw the content of the letter. At the same time, from the perspective of a ten-year-old militiaman, they also "recognized" the people who had been in this city.

Everyone stationed on the island.

In the description in his letter to his mother, transporters fell one by one, and gun crew members fell one by one. He used nursery rhymes to select new transporters and new gunners, and those who died were picked up by him with his own hands.

The collected stones were buried in their mass grave.

In his letter, Sasha and Yulia loved each other deeply.

In his letters, Andrei secretly fell in love with the brave sentry Sonia.

In his letter, Yuri admired the gunner Zonya, and Zonya actually fell in love with Yuri.

In his letter, old Ivan is always worried about his little grandson, Vlada misses his firefighter son in her dreams, Lisa always misses her boyfriend and mother who is a transporter in Leningrad, Ruslan

They were hoping that his brother would quickly bring people to support them.

Olga suffered every day from the fact that she had not gone through several days of formal and complete training, and from the wounded people she had not been able to save.

Father Seryosha was worried about not enough manpower, not enough food, not enough ammunition, and the crucial gun shield.

Of course, in his letter, the young soldier Vasily also always missed his mother who was a traffic officer, and always wanted to become a brave political commissar of the Soviet Red Army like his father.

In a letter from this little guy, he described in an excited tone how the new reporter used an unexploded aerial bomb and a box of can bombs to blow up dozens of kilograms of fish.

It describes the reporter who was unfortunately killed in a bomb explosion in order to get more fish meat, describes their decision to donate fish meat to Leningrad, which is in urgent need of food, and describes the deliciousness of fish head soup and fish offal aspic.

It also describes how he successfully detonated the butterfly bomb with the slingshot Ruslan made for him, how he was invited by Yuri to secretly climb up the sentry tower to look for his mother's red signal light, and how everyone took photos with the camera and film left by the reporter, etc.

All things.

Finally, a short but scrawled line appeared in a letter written by Vasily to his mother: Dear mother, I am going to fight. This may be the last letter I write to you.

I may also die here. Please don't be sad or miss me. I am fighting to defend our Leningrad.

Mom, I will be your pride, just like my dad.

"Let's read the other letters," Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice.

In the quiet tent, no one rejected the proposal.

More triangular letters were presented to the camera one by one.

Among these letters, some were written by Yuri to his beloved gunner Zonya, and some were secretly written by Zonya to Yuri.

There are letters written by Lisa to her boyfriend and mother, and there are also letters written by Andrei to Sonia.

There are also letters written by Vlada to her firefighter son, and letters written by Igor and transporter Sergey to their families.

In those simple letter papers and simple words, there is yearning, admiration, nostalgia, short-term helplessness and fiery determination.

When everyone finished reading the last letter, they realized belatedly that the little guy named Vasily had peeked into everyone's letters.

This little "prank" rarely made the grief that had been delayed for seventy or eighty years come alive.

One of the female staff members with red eyes wiped her tears and said with an endearing smile, "What a naughty little guy."

"But he also defended Leningrad"

The cameraman in charge of the shooting couldn't help but said, "My grandfather also participated in that battle, right on the ice of Lake Ladoga."

"It seems I don't need to tell you what happened here."

Wei Ran said, "Vasili is the best narrator, and I believe you are too."

"But Leningrad is gone." The same thought came to everyone's mind.

"Mr. Victor, if it is convenient, how about I leave these film seals to you?"

A staff member from the museum asked, "I heard your printing skills are very professional."

"If the museum can trust me, it will be a great honor for me." Wei Ran accepted the job with a humble attitude.

Next, the staff continued to bury the bones of the militiamen, and Wei Ran once again sat next to the broken anti-aircraft artillery, sitting in front of the camera, sharing his experience of that war from a Chinese perspective

Views, sharing another group of children he had met in the same period of history, as well as the sufferings and contributions China had endured and made in the anti-French silk-absorbing war at the same time.

Fortunately, he has enough evidence about these - they are all hanging high in his library, reminding everyone who looks up.

After the morning-long recording and excavation work was completed, the bones of Vasily and others were reinstalled into coffins, and rows of graves were re-excavated at the original site and reburied.

This time, they all had coffins, the soil covering the coffins, and the stones picked up by Vasily himself.

Of course, this time, they also have an extra tombstone.

On that marble tombstone, a line of Russian words indicating their identities was engraved: They are the last line of defense for the lifeline of Leningrad, and they defended the great Leningrad with their lives.

When the burial ceremony was over, Wei Ran said goodbye to the museum and TV staff for the time being, drove the fishing boat, took Teacher Daria and many girls to the Osinowitz Pier.

"What did you find?" Suisui was the first to ask, unable to restrain her curiosity.

"Found a little guy and his mailbox"

Wei Ran paused, raised his voice slightly, and took advantage of the time on the road to recount the battles recorded in the triangular letters to the girls.

When the story ended, the fishing boat also stopped at the pier in Osinowitz, and Wei Ran and others waited for a while before the staff came back on another boat.

Bidding farewell to Suisui and others for the time being, Wei Ran followed the staff to the museum, borrowed the darkroom here, and developed all the films he brought back into negatives.

These films are richer than the ones left to me in the metal books, and there are more characters in them. Presumably, these were left by the reporter before me.

In his busy schedule, black and white photos were printed out and hung on the drying line, and the well-preserved negatives were also scanned into electronic versions.

Even when he walked out of the darkroom, the museum staff had already found out from the archives the anti-aircraft artillery company stationed on the island behind these militiamen, and discovered the political commissar of this company and Ruslan in those letters.

Have the same last name.

At this point, Wei Ran, who originally wanted to help the militiamen tell this story, finally breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of story is indeed more suitable for them to tell it themselves.

Finally, a few more shots were taken in the museum. Wei Ran no longer had any regrets. He said goodbye to all the staff, reunited with Suisui and others, and drove the fishing boat back towards the fish island.

"I'm going to Petersburg tomorrow," Suisui said on the way back.

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Wei Ran, who was in charge of driving the boat, asked loudly.

"Need not"

Suisui waved her hand, "I just had a conversation with Aunt Dalia, and we are going to ask the studio and Jima to work overtime to see if we can film the story on that island this winter."

"Will it be filmed this winter?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Yes, it will be filmed this winter. The scene is simple and the characters are simple. It won't be difficult."

Suisui explained, "It's up to me to talk about this matter, so it's not appropriate for you to go."

"Okay, in that case, I'll give myself a holiday." Wei Ran nodded and said.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to rest."

Suisui returned Wei Ran's cell phone to him and said, "While you were busy developing those negatives, Brother Xi gave you a call. He seemed to have something urgent to see you."

"Looking for me? Urgent? What's the emergency?" Wei Ran asked as he took the phone.

"Brother Xia didn't say anything"

Suisui spread her hands, "He only said that when you are not busy, no matter what time, remember to call him back."

"How about you come and sail the boat?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

"I...I'll come?"

Suisui pointed at herself and asked, and then a look of excitement appeared on her little face, "I have long wanted to try this water tractor!"

"Look here"

Wei Ran pointed at the channel radar, and at the same time pushed the throttle slightly to reduce the ship's speed.

Feeling relieved, Wei Ran left the job of driving the boat to Suisui, and Wei Ran made a voice call to Xia Shushi.

Unexpectedly, the caller hung up after ringing for a few seconds, and then the other party replied with "Wait a moment" and then there was no further response.

What about knitting?

Wei Ran muttered vaguely, put away his cell phone and returned to the cab, watching Suisui's boating experience while chatting about the old photos he developed in the museum.
To be continued...