"Mr. Victor, is this the cafe you are looking for?" Spanish wrestler Miguel asked curiously.

At the beginning, the flag of the international column was sold at an auction organized by him. He also decided to take some of the relics found with the flag. He brought his brother-in-law to this young scholar from China.

Now that time has not passed too long, at least not long until the length of his expected investigation, the scholar has found it.

This is definitely a surprise for Miguel.

Of course it was a surprise. He could find this place through the flag. Can he also help his wife find the hometown they wanted to find?

Even almost subconsciously, Miguel began to think about whether the other party contacted him for help, was he suggesting that he had the ability to investigate?

Regarding this, Miguel was just thinking too much, and Wei Ran was just asking a local snake to help.

"It should be what I'm looking for."

Wei Ran was waiting for the beautiful female translator to translate the question into Russian before inviting him, "Mr. Miguel, in order to thank you for your selfless help, please let me invite you and your beautiful translator to have a cup of coffee."

"It's my honor, Mr. Victor."

Miguel responded in Spanish with a smile, and at the same time, he took his beautiful translator with no trace and walked behind Wei Ran and others into this slightly deserted but still some customers' cafe.

This semicircular cafe facing the coastline is not too big but not small. There are about ten tables and chairs placed in the sunshade outside the door. Inside the door, there are around the bar facing the door. There are also a total of more than a dozen tables placed against the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the door.

At this time, at the bar against the wall, a young and handsome guy was leisurely wiping the coffee machine. Not far away, there was a beautiful girl who looked about the same age and wearing a black baseball cap. She was lazily lying her upper body on the bar, grinding the coffee beans with a large hand-crank grinder.

On the other side of the bar, an old lady who looked about 60 years old and had a typical Spanish look was sitting on a barrest, playing the International Song in front of a microphone with a stand.

Unfortunately, there were very few people singing together in this slightly deserted cafe, and the singing of various languages ​​actually came from a slightly old speaker hanging above the old lady's head.

"Can you sing internationally?" Wei Ran asked to Suisui and Kajianka sisters.

"Of course" Sisters Sui Sui and Kajianka answered confidently.

"I'll use Chinese," Suisui said.

"I speak Russian, where is my sister?" Anfia asked.

"Italian," said Affisa.

"Thanks"

Wei Ran said, taking out the harmonica, and while continuing to look at the cafe, he played the international song with the old lady. At the same time, the three girls also sang the international song in three languages.

He turned his head in surprise and looked at Wei Ran and others. The old lady's expression became much more vivid, and then she blew the accompaniment more and more effort.

At the same time, the young man who was wiping the coffee machine immediately turned off the speaker playing the song, and the lazy and beautiful girl took out two microphones and shook enthusiastically at Wei Ran, Sui Sui and others.

Seeing this, Sui Sui and Kajianka sisters leaned over to sit at the bar and continued to sing together with a microphone. Wei Ran sat next to him and let the young girl put the microphone next to his harmonica.

Amid this lively and realistic singing, the young man enthusiastically took out a microphone and signaled to the wrestler Miguel.

Miguel and his beautiful translator looked at each other and sat on the bar, using a microphone, one in Spanish and the other in French.

Perhaps because of such a group of "society" tourists, the remaining guests in the cafe started singing in their own language after cheering.

It turns out that they all have this song. Or, if they don’t know this song, how could they spend time in this cafe? Then why didn’t they start singing along?

Amid Wei Ran's random thoughts, everyone present sang an international song. The lazy young girl also raised her microphone and said enthusiastically in Spanish and French, "Friends, thank you for being willing to sing this song. As a thank you, you will all get a free cup of coffee!"

Amid the cheers of the guests sitting by the window around, the old lady also stood up and hugged Wei Ran gently, saying in Spanish, "Young man, your harmonica is very good."

“Your harmonica is also very good.”

Wei Ran waited for the beauty next to Miguel to help translate and said sincerely, "This is the first time I have heard the Internationale in Spain."

"In the past, there were many people who could sing this song."

The old lady sighed, "Anyway, welcome to Spain, welcome to Barcelona, ​​and wish you all a happy time here."

"Thank you for your coffee, too"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "Can I take a look at it casually in the store?"

"certainly"

The young girl said before the old lady spoke, "What do you want to drink?"

"A cup of Italian enrichment," Wei Ran said in French.

"You know French?" the old lady said happily, "It seems we can have a good chat. Are you Chinese?"

“Yes”

Wei Ran nodded and was about to say something, the young girl asked again, "Is it just a cup of Italian concentrated? Do you need to add..."

"No, just a cup of Italian concentrated, you don't need to add anything." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"Let me do it"

The old lady said, put away her harmonica, slowly got off the high stool, walked into the bar and washed her hands and asked, "Young man, what do you call me?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is the name of China?" Wei Ran asked while looking at the exhibits on the wall.

"certainly"

The old lady carefully wiped her hands with a towel and first introduced herself in French, "My name is Hanica, Hanica Rios. What is your Chinese name? When I was as young as you, I once followed my mother to Shencheng in China."

"Wei Ran"

Zi Zheng said his name in a round voice, and Wei Ran also noticed that the old lady bent down and opened a cabinet, and took out a silver coffee pot that he was extremely familiar with, with a lot of time, but was scrubbed with exceptionally clean!

"Wei Ran...I guess the first pronunciation must be your last name, so does the second pronunciation have any beautiful meaning in China?" Hanica Rios asked while rinsing the coffee pot.

“Literally, burn”

Wei Ran sat on the bar on the high stool, watching the other party's operations while explaining in French, "Maybe there is also the meaning of igniting the spark of stars, just like the Internationale."

"Like the Internationale?"

A bright smile appeared on Hanica's face, "That's a very good name."

"Your name must have a special meaning, right?"

Wei Ran asked with a smile, "Also, why do you need to use this coffee pot? It seems that it hasn't been used for a long time."

"My name comes from a great internationalist warrior"

Hanica said as she had taken out a silver-skinned hammer jar and opened it. She took out some coffee beans from it and put them into a silver-shaped hand-cranked coffee grinder with hammer patterns. She explained while turning the shaking handle, "She once adopted my parents, she is worthy of being commemorated. I have been very honored to use this great name all my life."

Speaking of this, Hanica unscrewed the grinder and poured the slightly thick coffee powder into the extraction pot and said, "She and her comrades used to drink espresso in this coffee pot. In the story my father told me, one of them was a warrior from China.

So I decided to use this coffee pot to treat you a cup of coffee, because you are a Chinese, can play the international songs, and order a cup of espresso."

"I wonder if I have the honor to hear the stories of those internationalist fighters?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Of course, I'd love to share with anyone the stories my father told me about the great warriors."

Hanica said, taking out two silver-skin hammer-patterned eggshell cups that had just been rinsed and placed under the drain tube, then adding some fuel to the alcohol lamp that came with the coffee pot.

Under the constant beating flames, the diversion tube of the coffee pot slowly flowed out a mellow but bitter coffee. Hanica also told the story of the falling of 28 stars, including Amani, on the flag.

In this story told by the old man born after the war, many details have been blurred, and many even made some mistakes.

But at least in the stories she reposted, all the names of the stars were remembered very clearly—including the Chinese name "Yu Yanlin".

“That’s my grandson and granddaughter”

Hanica raised her hand and pointed to the two young men and women, and introduced proudly, "I named them Clermont and Amani."

"In your story, aren't these two names a couple?" Wei Ran asked laughed and crying.

“Yes”

Hanica said indifferently but took it for granted, "I'm not sure when Clermon will meet his Amani again, nor when Amani will meet her Clermon.

Instead of doing this, it is better to let them see each other's existence from the beginning of having memory. I forgot to say that they are twins.

I named their father Sage, and I have another son, whose name is Zhandi, all of these names come from the stories of the stars on the tricolor flag."

"Where is that flag? Where did that tricolor flag go?"

Wei Ran asked at the end of the story, and then picked up the espresso that had already cooled down and drank it all.

“Very sorry”

Hanica sighed, “In those years when Franco ruled Spain, Mr. Domingo took my parents to Italy with his parents.

Unfortunately, shortly after arriving in Italy, Mr. Domingo died of illness. My parents were taken care of by the parents of the Mr. Clermont in the story I just told.

Later my parents grew up and started a family back here, but they only found these things in the landfill basement.

As for the rest of the flag, my father didn't know where Mr. Domingo hid them."

Speaking of this, Hanica pointed to the locked glass display cabinets against the wall on both sides of the bar and said proudly, "These were found by my parents in the basement back then, and some of them had even been sent back by the owner."

"Can I take a look at it at will?" Wei Ran asked again.

"Of course" Hanica agreed again.

He looked at Sui Sui, who had been listening to the translation just now, and then immediately came up with the unfinished cappuccino and accompanied Wei Ran to look at the things in the glass display cabinet.

There are many photos here, including a group photo taken with Hanica holding the flag before leaving, and a photo taken on various battlefields in Spain.

Although these photos are not large in size, they are particularly clear. He even found the photos taken by the Soviet doctor Joseph who was pressed down under in the collapsed barn - in that photo, there was even the back of Yu Yanlin holding a camera.
To be continued...