.

"boom!"

After a dull gunshot, the huge recoil caused Wei Ran, who was lying on the snow, to move back about ten centimeters. At the same time, a fierce white light also filled his field of vision.

"It's finally over..."

Wei Ran sighed, but his heart was filled with deep disappointment. He was disappointed because he had never communicated a single word with Yannick from beginning to end, and he was even more disappointed with Markla and his son, Konon, and the few people who had just met each other not long ago.

Finns feel sad about their inner conflict.

In his opinion, Dr. Jason is undoubtedly a good person, Markla and his son are even more impeccable, and even Conon is definitely not a bad person.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If they are all good people, if they all did what they should do, then why did everyone lose something precious in the end?

Maybe this is war...

Wei Ran closed his eyes tiredly, but then he realized something was wrong. He clearly remembered that he was in the hotel when he came, but the noise coming to his ears was as noisy as at a crossroads.

Wei Ran opened his eyes in confusion, and was surprised to find that he was sitting in the driver's seat of a car. Looking at himself through the rearview mirror, his face turned out to be much more mature, and he looked like a middle-aged man.

Before he could react, the door of the car behind him was opened, and a man wearing a black suit and a top hat got in first, followed by a man similarly dressed but wearing a black eyepatch.

What's quite funny is that this man's eyepatch seems to have been graffitied with a colorful pirate flag by some naughty little guy.

“Go to the Windmill Gallery”

The man wearing an eyepatch said in fluent German, "Keep driving along this street. When you reach the end, turn left."

Wei Ran glanced at the two people in the rear compartment through the rearview mirror, but did not rush to drive. Instead, he turned around and asked with a smile, "Karl, Konon, do you still recognize me?"

"my God!"

The man in a suit who got into the car first widened his eyes, "Brother Victor? Are you Victor? Victor from the Civil Guard?!"

"It's me!" Wei Ran nodded, and asked the same question as Konon in unison, "Why are you here?"

"Let me explain!"

Karl said excitedly, "After the war, I became a comedian, and now I am my partner with Brother Conon."

"You two are partners?" Wei Ran looked at Konon sitting behind him in surprise.

The latter smiled flatly, "Remember when I asked you to shoot at that half-track armored vehicle? I wrote that incident as news and sent it back to Pravda, but it was quickly exposed and the report was not published at all.

It was published in the newspaper and I was almost sent to a labor camp."

"Later, under my persuasion, Konon stayed in Finland. Of course, Konon had already died in an avalanche while ambushing the Germans." Karl said excitedly, "Thanks to being in that hunter's cabin.

For those chocolates you gave me, Satu not only agreed to date me, but is now my wife and manager, and we have a beautiful daughter."

Konon pointed to his face, "My blindfold is the work of his naughty daughter."

"So you two are comedians now?"

"To be precise, I am the only one"

Karl patted his chest excitedly and said, and then he hugged Konon's shoulders, "Brother Konon is responsible for writing manuscripts for me. This time he was invited to perform in Nuremberg. Victor, what about you? How could you do the same?

Come to Germany? And become a taxi driver?"

"Forehead..."

Wei Ran didn't know how to explain it for a while, but Konon seemed to have guessed an answer that was convincing enough for him, so he took up the topic and said, "No matter how you are in Germany, should we find a place to have a drink?"

"That's a good idea!"

Karl said before Wei Ran agreed, "I remember there is a bar across from that gallery. How about we go to that bar after we drop off?"

"What do you want to give?" Wei Ran asked in a strange way while starting the car.

"Do you still remember the German soldier Yannick who didn't survive in the hunter's cabin in the snowstorm?" Conon said with emotion, "Dr. Jason gave me his belongings at that time, hoping that I would have the opportunity to send them back.

But it wasn’t until half a month ago that Carl’s daughter accidentally knocked over the ink bottle in my drawer that I remembered that I had never completed this commission.”

Having said this, Konon opened the briefcase he had been carrying, took out a candy box from it, opened it, took out an ink-soaked ID, showed it to Wei Ran, and said with some anxiety, "I hope that soldier

My family won’t blame me.”

“My daughter is also to blame”

Karl said helplessly, "Maybe it's my father. Since the end of the war, he has been drunk every day. If it hadn't been for him, my daughter would not have run into Conon's office."

"Speaking of which, how is Uncle Macra doing now?"

"Like a Soviet, I drank until I was dead almost every day."

Conon said with a headache, "That old guy has almost become my creative source. In the past six months, many of Carl's performances have come from that old guy who makes jokes every day."

"That's great," Wei Ran murmured to himself with emotion.

"What?"

"I said it's great"

Wei Ran slightly increased his voice, "The war is over, we are all still alive, and we can meet by chance. The most important thing is that you have really become a comedian."

Karl was startled and said in a daze, "My stage name is Flory. Konon gave it to me."

"Florrie gave it to you," Conon corrected while stroking the blindfold on his face, "My current name is Jason."

"It seems I'm the only one still called Victor"

As Wei Ran spoke, he turned the steering wheel and steered the car to a stop in front of a gallery with a windmill sign.

"wait a second"

As Konon spoke, he pushed open the car door, walked to the gallery door across the street, and placed the candy box at the gallery door.

When he got back into the car, the three of them seemed to have lost sight of the conversation, and they all stared at the gallery outside the car window.

More than half an hour later, a skinny boy carrying a schoolbag rushed towards the gallery amid the flying snowflakes.

As he passed the door, the boy bent down, picked up the candy box, shook it, then pushed open the glass door and walked in.

Through the gallery window, the three of them saw a woman walking down the stairs. They saw her lying on the table and crying bitterly after opening the candy box. They also saw the helpless child comforting his mother.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "That kid's name is Noah, Noah Mueller." Wei Ran, who was sitting in the driver's seat, explained softly, "He is the German soldier named Yannick.

The son of a soldier."

"How do you know?" Karl couldn't help but ask.

Wei Ran did not answer his question, but looked at Konon through the rearview mirror and suggested, "Should we tell him what happened?"

"forget it"

Konon shook his head, "People have been dead for so long, so why not give that woman some hope? It may be more painful, but at least it will give her the motivation to live. Okay, let's go have a drink."

Wei Ran opened his mouth, but wisely did not try to change anything, and followed Karl and Konon into a small bar on the street.

That night, Karl and Konon chatted about their post-war experiences. They talked about their achievements in Finland, and about the family that Karl and the girl named Satu had formed and the children they had given birth to.

They even talked about Konon’s experience of trying to open a dessert shop and failing miserably.

As cups of wine were poured into their mouths, the expressions on the faces of the three people changed from excitement at first to emotion later, and even their views on the war that had ended for more than ten years, and what they had lost and gained in the war.

s things.

At some point, Wei Ran, who had already drunk too much, felt that the two people in front of him were getting blurry and blurred, and finally lost consciousness completely, and then immediately regained consciousness.

When the white light in the field of vision dissipated, the surroundings finally turned into a familiar yet unfamiliar hotel room. And the metal book automatically turned to the tenth page, letting the metal quill "swish, swish, swish" under the black and white photo.
Chapter completed!