Seeing this, Wei Ran simply sat up.

"You can sleep a little longer," Habibullah said in English. "Breakfast may have to wait a while."

"Is there anything I can help with?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"How about milking the goat?" Habibullah asked jokingly.

“Forget it about this job.”

Wei Ran quickly waved his hand. He had never done this job before. It was a big deal that everyone couldn't drink hot goat milk. He didn't want to hurt the only two female goats. They were obviously for Mahbubu's daughter who was about to give birth.

Prepared "nutritional products".

Habibullah was also just joking, "In that case, help us light the bonfire."

"I'm good at this" Wei Ran happily took over the job.

By the time he lit the dry dung and pressed some coals, Multaza and the little girl named Soraya had already squeezed two cans of goat milk, while Habibullah was putting all the tools and

After all the raw materials were prepared, Wei Ran safely handed over the task of brewing milk tea to Wei Ran, and then their family began the morning ceremony.

In Wei Ran's eyes, at this time, this completely secular Afhan, with such devout believers like theirs, was almost as rare as those without faith in the same land and country in later generations.

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By the time the family finished their morning rituals, the sky outside the cave had just begun to light up, and the morning sun had only illuminated the horizon red.

After pouring a cup of milk tea made by himself for everyone, Wei Ran asked while Mahbubu was sharing the meat and naan that had just been reheated last night and had not been eaten last night, "Mahebubu, before we set off,

, can I take a photo of your family?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Of course, it is our honor." Mahbub said, "When it is washed out, it would be better if you could send me a copy. Already."

“Of course no problem”

Wei Ran replied happily, "If you are willing to give me some time, I can even develop a negative before departure."

"How much time do you need?" Mahbub asked.

"One hour at most"

“These times still exist”

Mahbub breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully while putting a piece of meat on the tray in front of him, "Victor, I'll trouble you."

"It's nothing." Wei Ran waved his hand quickly.

In the following time, the Mahbub family talked in their native language about the next group photo, as well as sad topics such as how long it had been since they took a group photo, who was there when they last took a group photo, and who is no longer there now. .

Wei Ran was not prepared to let them know that he could understand everything they said. To a certain extent, he couldn't understand, so they spoke their true thoughts.

It was only then that he belatedly discovered a problem that he had subconsciously ignored or taken for granted.

These Afhan people are also human beings. They also have families and friends. They will also be sad, lament and shed tears because of the misfortunes of family members, friends and even compatriots.

Or rather, when the word "Afhan" or "Afhan" is mentioned, it should not be subconsciously associated with the Kongbu elements.

Put yourself in someone else's shoes, if your country is invaded and invaded repeatedly, what if you have the opportunity to do something, or in other words, what can you only do.

Then I am afraid that the first thing I will throw away is the bottom line of being a human being and the upper limit of killing methods. This is not a question of whether it is noble or not, nor is it a question of "enlightenment", it is simply "What else can I do?"

After absent-mindedly drinking his own milk tea, half a piece of naan bread and two pieces of mutton, Wei Ran quietly put away the reheated British kettle, and then took out the kettle from the suitcase. Minolta camera.

"Where are we going to take pictures?" Wei Ran hung the camera around his neck again and asked.

"Just outside the cave" Mahbub decided.

Wei Ran naturally had no objection to this. He was the first to walk out of the cave with his camera in hand. After walking a few steps forward, he turned around and focused his camera on a few people standing slightly scattered.

"You are too far away," Wei Ran raised his head and gestured with his hands and said, "Come closer, it won't look like a family in the photo."

"No, this is our family."

Mahbub shook his hand that was clasped at his side and said, "Please let me introduce you. This is the position of my wife."

As he spoke, he pointed to the back right side of his body with his other hand and said, "That is where my eldest son and his wife are. You see, Multaza is standing in front of their husband and wife.

Behind me are my second son and his wife. There used to be a beautiful girl in front of them, but their family is also dead.

The empty seat next to Habibullah was reserved for his girlfriend. He had already taken her to meet our family, but she did not survive.

On the far left are my only daughter Ayana and her husband Muhan Mode. Muham Mode has the lowest academic performance among all my students.

But he tracked down my only daughter, and he fought very bravely. He had been leading the guerrillas to fight against the Soviets all these years, until last night.

In front of them, there was supposed to be a handsome little guy. Unfortunately, he also died. He stepped on a Soviet mine while helping to fetch water. Soraya and him were classmates, so she was asked to stand.

In his place."

"I had a hound in front of me, a very beautiful hound."

Habibullah pointed directly in front of him and said, "His name was Ali, and he didn't survive. He died from the Soviet chemical weapons."

“This is how we stood when we took our last group photo a few years ago.”

Mahbub said, "So Victor, let's stand like this and take another group photo."

"You are a very happy family"

Wei Ran said sincerely, "At least I was happy once."

"Now we are happy too"

Mahbubu's old face was filled with an unstoppable smile, "I feel like they are around me now."

"Gentlemen, ladies, and of course, that beautiful hound, please look at me!"

Wei Ran repeated in Russian and English. When everyone couldn't help laughing and showed the happiest smile, when the first ray of morning sun shone on the family's face, he pressed the button as if embedded with a steel needle.

of shutter.

After taking another photo, Wei Ran said, "I can still take a few more photos with this roll of film. Why don't you let me take a solo photo for each of you? It won't waste a lot of time."

"Then let's take a few more pictures," Mahbub smiled easily.

When Wei Ran repeated this sentence in English, the happiest people were none other than Multaza and the girl named Soraya.

After all, they are still children, and there are still many things that can make them happy.

As Wei Ran clicked the shutter again and again, the family took double single photos, each holding a weapon.

Mahbub's solo photo was taken with a Bobosha submachine gun.

Habibullah is carrying a Stinger anti-aircraft missile.

What Multaza was holding was the Lee-Enfield rifle he had been carrying yesterday.

Although Soyara has no weapons, he has a Soviet telescope hanging around his neck.

But Ayana, who had a big belly, insisted on carrying the SVD sniper rifle.

It was while taking pictures that Wei Ran also learned from Habibullah that the Lee-Enfield rifle Multaza was holding was left by his father.

His sister Ayana turned out to be an excellent sniper, and Soraya was her observer. The two of them have killed more than 20 Soviet soldiers over the years.

Finally, he took an additional group photo of the sniper partner and used up the last film. Wei Ran carefully completed the rewinding and took out the film. Then he handed the camera directly to Habibullah, and he ran back with the film.

In the cave, I took out the butt bag again using the suitcase as a cover, and then started preparations for washing.

Except for a little trouble adjusting the water temperature, there were no accidents during the flushing process.

When he took out the developed film and drained the water, the family also gathered around, taking advantage of the morning sun coming in from outside, looking at each photo taken on this roll of film one by one.

, discussing whose photos were taken well and whose expressions or postures were not well-posed.

After everyone had finished reading all the negatives, Wei Ran took out a brown paper envelope and a pair of small scissors from his bag, cut out one of the double negatives, dried them and put them into the envelope.

"Who will keep these?" Wei Ran asked in Russian.

"Let Ayana take it," Mahbub said, taking the paper bag with both hands, and then handed it to his daughter.

"Leave this camera to her too"

Wei Ran said as he took out the matching camera bag, film, stand, flash, shutter cable and other things from the suitcase.

"What are you..."

"I also have a backup camera"

Wei Ran said as he buttoned up the suitcase, "This is just my job, but I guess you need a camera more. This will give you and other families at least one more opportunity to take a group photo."

"Thanks"

Ayana said thank you in English.

"I hope you will take more photos of your children," Wei Ran said slowly in English. "Children's childhood should be recorded by enough photos, even if it is childhood during war."

Seeing his sister looking at him for help, Habibullah quickly translated Wei Ran's blessing into his native language.

Before Ayana could hold the camera and thank her again, Wei Ran also looked at Mahbub, "It's time for us to set off."

“Thank you for the camera”
Chapter completed!