"But you still remember them," Wei Ran said almost subconsciously.

"How could I forget them?"

Esthele said, picking up the cup and drinking the coffee inside, then taking out an A4 paper-sized wooden photo frame from her bag and handed it to Wei Ran. Then he took out his reading glasses and put them on, looking at the flag seriously.

At the same time, Wei Ran was also seriously looking at the photo frame handed over by the other party.

There was a piece of paper that seemed to be torn off randomly. He could even be sure that the paper was torn off from the blank pages of the notes on the table. On this paper, there were lines of neat French handwriting:

Hello, comrades who are preparing to take Comrade Yu Yanlin back to China:

May I ask, is there still a war in China today?

May I ask, has Comrade Yu Yanlin's dream come true?

May I ask, does anyone still remember the International Brigade Warriors on your land?

May I ask, can you find the tombstones of Comrade Ke Laimin and Comrade Huang Youze in the cemetery where you are preparing to bury Comrade Yu Yanlin?

If you can find it, please allow Comrade Ke Laimin and I to be buried in the same tomb.

If his tomb can no longer be found, please sprinkle my ashes in the Huangpu River. He lost his life in that river. I guess he must be waiting for me by the river.

If the above are inconvenient, please replace it with a cup of espresso, without sugar, milk, and nothing, and then pour it into the Huangpu River.

In addition, we also want to try Chinese tea, which comes from Chinese tea without war.

That's all, that's it.

At this moment, I am about to set off to hell to supervise those who suck the silk in hell to be judged in the name of an international brigade warrior.

"This is her suicide note"

When Esthere saw Wei Ran put down the photo frame, he asked very seriously, "Postman, can you answer the questions in your suicide note truthfully?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran cleared his throat and answered seriously in French, "There is no longer war in China today, and no one dares to invade us anymore.

In general, Comrade Yu Yanlin's dream has been realized.

Our onshore land area exceeds 9.6 million square kilometers and our population exceeds 1.4 billion.

Some of these people may never know the existence of international travel, but there are still quite a few people, at least with more people than Spain's total population.

They know the existence of international travel, and they also know the efforts and sacrifices they have made for peace in this world.

Finally, in Comrade Yu Yanlin's family cemetery, Ke Laimin, or Comrade Clermont's tomb was still well protected.

If Comrade Amani is willing to be buried with Comrade Clermont, I will do my best to make it happen.

And they will prepare espresso without sugar or milk for them, as well as tea from China without war."

“I am very satisfied with your answer”

Estheel breathed a sigh of relief, "Comrade Postman, we will take Amani to China as soon as possible."

"Where is she?" Wei Ran couldn't help asking, even though he knew the answer.

"She was buried in France"

Esthele gave an unexpected answer, "She committed suicide, just like she said, she was going to see him."

"I guess she's been working in hell for long enough"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "Let's take her back together."

"I don't know why"

Esthele smiled and said, "I think I seem to have seen you and seem to be very familiar with you."

"Yeah?"

Wei Ran responded with a smile, but in fact he felt a thrill inside.

"You showed me the temperament and expression, like the great internationalist warriors described by my mother and Uncle Domingo and my husband."

Esthele sighed, "It's exactly the same."

"I am very honored to receive such high praise," Wei Ran said sincerely.

“I’m also very grateful for sending these when I was still alive.”

Esthele stroked the flag and notebook on the table, then before turning on the notes, he stacked the flag carefully and handed it to Wei Ran, "Please hold it, I believe you can keep it."

"I will keep this flag." Wei Ran made a serious promise. He didn't even ask the other party why he decided to let himself keep the flag.

"I trust you"

Esthere smiled, "Okay, young postman, give me some time, I'm going to read this diary well."

Before he finished speaking, Estheel had already opened the memory written by Clermont and Amani.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Sui Sui looked at each other, then took out the harmonica again and gently blew the accompaniment of the Internationale again. This was the only way he could comfort this old child, the lonely survivor of the Spanish Civil War.

In the reciprocating harmonica music, Esthere reads page by page the content written in Spanish and French.

Before she could read the full diary, her daughter Hanica also brought Clermont, a young man who had left at some time, to everyone, and brought enough pasta and two large bottles of wine - almost the same as back then.

After rushing to eat this simple meal with an authentic taste, Wei Ran decisively chose to say goodbye. He really planned to go back as soon as possible.

"Please wait a moment"

Esthele put the still unfinished diary on the table, "Hanika, let them take that coffee pot away."

"Bring another bottle of coffee beans by the way."

Hanica said, and had already walked into the bar, took out the coffee pot that had been used not long ago from the cabinet, then took out a long horse-haired bag that Wei Ran looked extremely familiar to him, put the coffee pot in, put four eggshell cups in, and also put a silver-skin hammer-patterned jar full of coffee beans, and the grinder of the same style.

"Young postman, take it away."

Estheel said with confidence, "I hope you have learned how to use this set of antiques when we took Aunt Amani's ashes to Huaxia Shencheng."

"I will learn it as soon as possible," Wei Ran replied seriously.

“We will also get there as soon as possible.”

The elderly Esthele took the initiative to hug Wei Ran, "Good boy, go quickly, I guess the soldier can't wait to go home."

"Can we take a photo with you and your family before leaving?" Wei Ran made his final request, "just at the door of your cafe."

"Of course," Esthele nodded easily and agreed.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out his Tailuo under the cover of his suitcase, turned his head to look at the weather outside, and adjusted the camera and handed it to the beautiful female translator, "Press this place and you can take a photo, and you can invite Mr. Miguel to take a group photo together."

"My pleasure"

The translator said while translating Wei Ran's invitation to Miguel.

The latter naturally would not refuse such things, but just stood at the edge of the situation with great initiative.

Soon, under the command of the female translator, everyone took a group photo of the old Esdelle and Wei Ran holding the urn at the entrance of the cafe that they were too late.

"So goodbye, Comrade Esidel." Wei Ran put away the camera and picked up the urn again and said seriously.

"Goodbye, Comrade Postman." Estheel said slowly.

After a hurry to say goodbye to the family in the cafe, Wei Ran and others had no intention of staying for a day to rest. They took the car driven by Miguel to the airport, and with the help of the other party, they boarded the fastest flight to China.

"Tell me what you think"

Outside the airport, Miguel got into the car and said.

“We really didn’t help.”

The beautiful translator said, "They don't even need us to provide an interpreter to communicate."

"I'm not talking about this," Miguel sighed.

"What do you want to say?" asked the beautiful translator as she drove away from the airport.

"The battle of the international brigade in Spain may have failed"

Miguel smiled gladly, "But their battle in China must have been successful."

"Why do you say that?" the female translator did not hide her curiosity.

"If the International Brigade fight in Spain is successful"

Miguel pointed to the two female gang members who were fighting each other naked outside the window, "Then there wouldn't be such a stupid thing on the streets of Spain."

"If you have the opportunity to organize another international tour, do you plan to participate?" The beautiful translator made an assumption.

"It's late"
Chapter completed!