Among these old photos, there are some photos taken by Clermont and Amani in Shencheng - he even saw the dilapidated ancestral home of Yu Yanlin's family and the group photos taken by Clermont and Amani in front of this dilapidated building.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He also saw the photos taken by Clermont or Amani for Huang Youze, which were also set with the dilapidated building as the background.

Looking back, he also saw a group photo of the three of them, a photo of Clermont being a barista, and a photo of Amani playing the piano.

Finally, he stopped.

At this time, in the glass display cabinet in front of him, there was a silver-skin hammer-patterned jar painted with a thick layer of three-color paint, with Yu Yanlin's ashes.

"Have you thought about what to say?" Suisui asked involuntarily when she saw Wei Ran looking at the things in the jar.

"Thinking"

Wei Ran said, walking back to the bar counter and sitting down on the bar stool again, "Mrs. Hanica, thank you for treating us to coffee."

"No need to thank you, it's just a cup of coffee."

Mrs. Hanica said gently, "I should thank you for your willingness to listen to their stories."

"Mrs. Hanica"

Wei Ran smiled and opened his briefcase, "Can you give me two glasses and a pot of boiling water? I also want to tell the story I brought."

"What kind of story is it?"

Mrs. Hanica, who had just wiped the antique coffee pot, asked with interest, and at the same time, the lazy girl named Amani also brought two beautiful glasses, while the young man named Clermont brought a pot of boiling water.

Under Hanica's gaze, Wei Ran took out a not-so-large travel tea pot from his briefcase and opened it. He shook some of the tea he bought in Shencheng from the inside. Then he picked up the pot of boiling water and poured it slowly and the two cups were mostly full.

After pushing one of the cups of tea to Hanica, Wei Ran took out the notebook from his briefcase that belonged to the shared memory of Clermont and Amani and placed it gently on the clean desktop.

Immediately afterwards, under the shocked gaze of Hanica and the twins, he carefully took out the tricolor flag with 28 triangular stars from the interlayer of the briefcase!

"This is that flag!" Hanica was the first to recognize it.

"Yes, this is that flag."

Wei Ran stood up with a smile and reached out to the other party in an extraordinary formal manner. "Mrs. Hanica, I sent another story in the name of the postman. By the way, I also wanted to send Comrade Yu Yanlin home and send him back to spend a Chinese New Year with his family."

"Welcome, comrade postman."

Hanica also stood up and held Wei Ran's hand together, "You are here at the right time."

"Please take a look at this note first," Wei Ran said with a smile, "I have brought some other things."

Hearing this, Hanica quickly took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on, and carefully opened the notes - just like Mr. Yu Guangfu, who was thousands of miles away, flipping through the notebook that covered Yu Yanlin's homesickness.

After quickly reading this thick note, Hanica looked up at Wei Ran, and then looked at the display cabinet not far away in surprise, "So the sealed silver can actually contain the ashes of the Chinese soldier?"

"Don't you know?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"No, of course I don't know. I always thought there were coffee beans in it, so I never opened it."

Hanica had already walked out of the bar while talking and took out a key. "My father only told me that there were very important things in the silver jar, and I wanted me to keep them well and wait for the Chinese to take him away."

Speaking of this, Hanica had already opened the display cabinet and carefully carried the silver can out, "I once asked my father who would be taking him away, but he said he didn't know either.

He could only be sure that when someone took the jar away, Huaxia must have stopped fighting. He hadn't even told me how to determine who to give this jar."

"but..."

"But I've found the answer"

Hanica said, and had already handed the can shed to Wei Ran, "If it is the soul of an internationalist warrior, please take him home."

"I'm not just taking him away"

Wei Ran hugged Yu Yanlin's ashes tightly, "I am also going to send Comrade Clermont back, or invite you to take him back."

"Do you know where Mr. Clermont?" Hanica asked in surprise.

"He was buried in Yu Yanlin's family cemetery by Mrs. Amani," said Wei Ran.

"When I was as old as you, my father and mother took me to Shanghai in China to look for Mr. Clermont."

Hanica sighed, "But unfortunately, we did not find Mr. Clermont's burial address, nor did we find the hometown of Yu Yanlin.

I didn't expect that just when I was already hopeful about this, and when I was about to close this cafe, you actually sent such a big surprise."

"What did you say just now?"

Wei Ran looked at Hanica unexpectedly, "You plan to close this cafe? Why?"

"Because it's not profitable at all"

At the bar not far away, a young barista named Clermont said, "Our coffee beans are of great quality, but there are too few people willing to come here to drink coffee."

"Our coffee is too expensive," reminded the lazy girl named Amani.

"No matter what it is"

Clermont spread his hands, "If Amani and I go out to find a job, our income will at least double."

"Since that's the case, are you interested in going to China with us?"

Wei Ran asked with a smile, "I will take you to pick you up Mr. Clermont and find a way to bury him and Comrade Amani together.

Just think of it as a cooling-off period before the closure? I will bear all the travel expenses."

"Are you saying true?" Hanica asked in disbelief.

"We won't have to transfer in Southeast Asia or Africa in the middle, right?" Amani asked vigilantly.

"Of course not," Wei Ran said with a smile, "Fly directly to China. If you have a visa, we can set off now."

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Hanica said at this time, "Please wait, I will notify my mother of this good news first. In addition, if we go to China, we may do another thing."

Before he finished speaking, Hanica had already taken out a cell phone and dialed it out. At the same time, the young man named Clermont also pulled Amani, who was not sure whether it was his sister or his sister, and said in Spanish that he thought Wei Ran could not understand, "Look at this! I finally know who he is!"

"Who is it?" Amani curiously approached the other party's holding phone.

"That history scholar who loves to collect pretty girls!"

Clermont said excitedly, "It is said that even the young rich man in France is his lover! How did he do it?"

"After all I can't escape..."

Wei Ran muttered vaguely in his native language.

"What's wrong?" Suisui asked curiously.

"nothing"

Wei Ran shook his head laughed and cried. He, a serious and honest historian who could not speak Spanish in name but could not even explain it.

"Mr. Victor"

Just at this moment, the beautiful female translator of Miguel also asked in Russian after Miguel said something to her ear, "Mr. Miguel just eavesdropped on your conversation through me."

"This is nothing"

Wei Ran said apologetically, "Sorry, I have neglected you."

“It’s nothing like that”

The beautiful female translator said, "If the cafe is running into difficulties, Mr. Miguel is sincerely willing to provide some insignificant help, such as the acquisition of the place."

"Mr. Miguel wants to acquire this place? Why?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"I like that story"
Chapter completed!