Sergey sighed, "I remember it very clearly. It was the summer of 1967. When he was arresting a murderer, he was shot in the neck by the criminal. These things were all taken from his son by me.

We brought it with us after we came here, but unfortunately, that little guy died in Afghanistan in 1982."

Wiping the corner of his eyes, Sergey turned over a page in the roster, pointed to the name on it and said, "That sheep-herding whip belongs to this guy named Vasily. When I first met him, he

He was carried back from the pile of dead by Teacher Gianna and Doctor Sasha, and one of his hands was already broken at that time."

"He also survived?" Wei Ran asked.

Sergey shook his head bitterly, "No, he didn't. In the winter of 1942, he was killed by a German plane bomb while herding sheep. When we found him, we only found his sheep whip."

Wei Ran was startled, but before he could say anything, Sergey had already turned over a few more pages of the roster, pointed at the name on it and said happily, "Jonia, she survived, and she just

Like this roster says, she became a painter."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! That little blond girl who shared the snake meat?

Wei Ran immediately matched the dream recorded by Teacher Gianna on the roster with the little girl in the class he was in charge of. He clearly remembered that the little girl wanted to draw Uncle Slava and others.

It also needs to be hung on the church in the village.

"Just like her dream at the time"

Sergey, who didn't notice Wei Ran's distraction, continued, "In 1943, she and I were sent to Tula to study together. After the war, she really became a painter and really hung her oil paintings.

It was at the church in the guerrilla village, but unfortunately after that idiot Khrushchev came to power, all those oil paintings were burned."

"She is now..."

Sergey was stunned, pointing to the oil paintings on the wall of the room and said, "She died more than ten years ago. She gave birth to a son and a daughter for me. These oil paintings, as well as the oil paintings outside, are all from her."

Leave it to me."

"Are you married?" Wei Ran's eyes widened.

Sergey's old face showed a hint of happiness, "We got married in 1953, and my good friend Ivan actually liked Joniya too. Ha! Who didn't like Joniya at that time?

But Ivan and I definitely like Jonia the most."

"Then what?" Wei Ran asked.

"Then that bastard Ivan fell in love with a female communications soldier."

Sergey sighed when he said this, "Later, when Joniya and I got married, he drank too much when he came to our wedding and he secretly told me the truth.

He said that he was just a soldier who only knew how to fight. He didn't understand oil painting, and he didn't even have any interest in oil painting. He didn't know what to talk to Jiao Niya at all. Because Jiao Niya couldn't understand what he said.

He couldn’t understand what Jiao Niya said, he said that Jiao Niya would never be happy together with him.”

"At least he realized his dream, and you realized yours. You are all heroes."

"Heroes? We are all just lucky survivors."

Sergey turned the roster to the last page, pointed to the last string of words left by Teacher Gianna and said, "This booklet was asked by Dr. Sasha to take away before I went to Tula.

Look, how many of them have realized their dreams. How many of them died before they could find the soil to realize their dreams. Compared with them, how can we be heroes?"

"Is the world today the same as the world you imagined back then?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

Sergey was stunned, smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, maybe it's the same, maybe it's different. Young man, are you interested in accompanying me to the guerrilla village? I haven't been back for a long time.

.”

"Now?"

Wei Ran looked at Sergey in embarrassment. This once young man was now a dying old man. The distance of more than 100 kilometers from Minsk to Lyuban was already a huge burden on his old body.

Perhaps knowing what Wei Ran was worried about, Sergey smiled and waved his hand, "As long as you have time, that's enough. I'll take care of the rest."

"Well...well then," Wei Ran said respectfully, "It is my honor to have the honor to go with you to visit the place where we have fought."

"Wait a mininute"

As Sergey spoke, he had already picked up the landline microphone on the desk and dialed a series of numbers skillfully.

After a while, Sergey said cheerfully into the microphone, "Vitaly, do you have time now? I want to go home and see you. Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Sergey explained, "My grandson is now also a teacher at the National University, a computer teacher. Just wait a moment, he will be here soon."

"Please allow me to make a call too"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he walked out of the study, took out his cell phone and dialed Diane's number, telling the other party to make preparations in Liuban.

While waiting, Sergey opened the photo album he had taken out from the safe. In this photo album, Wei Ran not only saw the photos he had taken, but also some that he had not seen.

past photos.

It was from these old photos that he indirectly learned about the changes in the guerrilla village.

From the initial camp hidden deep in the forest, hospitals were gradually built, farmland was reclaimed, and even a newspaper office and even a narrow-gauge railway that could lead directly to the rear area were built.

Later, even the Bo-2 plane was able to land near the guerrilla village. However, the man piloting the plane turned into a man Weiran had never seen before.

Through questioning, he found out that this man was the brother of the female pilot Alissa, the man who dropped a key bomb during the battle at the guerrilla hospital.

As the photo album is flipped, the guerrilla village in the black and white photos is getting bigger and bigger, the surrounding trees are gradually decreasing, and the farmland is rapidly increasing.

Later, the photos became color, and there were many more people working in the farmland. In one of the color photos, there was even a blond woman holding a drawing board in the field. And in her unfinished oil painting

, you can also see a half-drawn tractor.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is the group photos that appear from time to time. Although there are fewer and fewer familiar people in the group photo with the ever-changing background, and more and more unfamiliar people, the only thing that remains unchanged is that

The smiles on the faces of the children who were placed at the front from beginning to end.

"Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, the guerrilla village would take a group photo after the harvest almost every autumn."

After gently closing the photo album, Sergey said with emotion, "Although most people in that village no longer know the original intention of the original group photo, it does not affect everyone in maintaining this tradition at all."

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

"What did you say?" Sergey, who didn't hear clearly, looked at Wei Ran in confusion.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I say that's great," Wei Ran said slightly louder.

"Yes." Sergey looked out the window at a car that was slowly stopping. "It's like living in a dream. Okay, young man, let's go to the guerrilla village and have a look."

Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly stood up and helped the other party put away everything on the table. Then he took his briefcase and followed the other party away from the house and the lively pets.

"This is my grandson Vitaly and his wife Antosha"

Before Sergey got into the car, he introduced with a smile, "This young man is Victor, a new kid we met today. He wants to go to the guerrilla village with us."

"Hello"

Wei Ran shook hands with the couple politely. Vitali was a middle-aged man who looked to be almost forty years old. Whether it was his gentle and elegant temperament, the car he drove or even the clothes he wore, it proved that his life was very special.

Nice and well educated.

The woman sitting in the passenger seat had a kind face, and there was a linked list with the hospital logo pinned to her chest, which implicitly revealed her occupation.

While the group was chatting, Vitaly drove the car and arrived at the guerrilla village before the sun set.

Over the past seventy or eighty years, the original simple camp located deep in the forest has turned into a small village surrounded by vast farmland. And it can be seen that most of the people in this village know Sergey and his grandson.

Vitaly, so from time to time, someone would wave and say hello to their car.

At the same time, Diane and the amateur digger Prokhor, who had received the news in advance, had been waiting at the head of the guerrilla village for a long time.

Perhaps it was because he saw Diane and Prokhor, two strangers he had never met before, or perhaps because Weiran had already frankly and in detail explained his purpose of coming halfway. Sergei was waiting for him

After the grandson parked the car at the door of a house, he immediately said, "Vitaly, take Victor to the cemetery. Just ask Antosha to accompany me here and wait for you to come back for dinner."

"no problem"

Vitaly agreed happily, and then said to his wife who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Remember to supervise grandpa and don't allow him to secretly eat sweets."

"Don't worry, I'm a nurse. I'm more professional than you in this kind of thing." Antosha had already opened the car door before he finished speaking. With the help of Wei Ran, he helped Sergey into the house on the roadside.

.

Vitaly waited until Weiran hailed the off-road vehicle not far away and followed the car he was driving to leave the village, then asked curiously, "Are you the Victor who appeared on Russian TV some time ago?

I think I’ve seen your interview.”

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment and replied calmly, "If you are talking about the interview at the Russian Patriotic War Museum, then it should be me."

"Although I don't know much about history, your words about the Poles sound really comfortable."

Vitali seemed to feel a lot more relaxed because his grandfather Sergey and his wife were not in the car. "To be honest, there were several international students from Poland in the class I was in charge of. I saw them being raped by you at that time.

It’s really interesting to see you going crazy with anger during the interview. You can take more shots like that in the future, and I will help you speak out on the Internet.”

"Then I'll thank you in advance."
Chapter completed!