After looking in the direction of the door, Wei Ran moved his gaze to the wall again and looked at the second group photo above.

In this group photo, Leva is still wearing an Afghan card, but there are no weapons on him.

And to his left, a few meters away, there was a man who had lost his legs and was sitting in a wheelchair with numb eyes.

There was no infantry chariot behind these two people, but around them and between them, there were two rows of nine chairs neatly arranged.

After comparing the two photos, Wei Ran secretly sighed. Whether it was Leva or the soldier in the wheelchair, they had all appeared in the previous photo.

But the nine chairs in the second group photo imply that among the 11 people in the original group photo, only two of them survived.

"Among those 11 people, maybe there is Teacher Dalia's husband..." Wei Ran sighed secretly, turned around and started developing the photos.

When he walked out of the darkroom again, the sky outside the window had completely darkened. After hearing the harsh "squeak" sound when the door opened, Leva downstairs immediately shouted, "Come down and eat quickly."

Come on, come and have a drink with me!"

"immediately!"

Wei Ran took one last look at the maps and photos hanging on the wall of the darkroom, and then walked back to the first floor.

"Go to the restaurant and wait for me first."

Leva pointed to the lighted room and said, "I'm going to get a bottle of wine from the cellar and have a drink with me later."

"Do you need my help?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

Leva pointed at the stairwell where the Caucasus was chained and joked, "The entrance to the cellar is under its blanket. You can enter by just opening it."

"Forget it, I'd better go to the restaurant and wait for you." Wei Ran simply turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

Leva smiled proudly, drove the unbelievably strong Caucasus aside, lifted up the blanket and the wooden board underneath, and climbed the ladder slowly into the cellar, while the Caucasus sat down.

He walked next to the entrance of the cellar, like a conscientious guard, watching Wei Ran with vigilance as he peeked through the crack in the restaurant door.

After a while, Leva brought up a small basket full of things. Caucasus also took the basket and put it aside in a familiar manner. Then he bit the belt in Leva's hand and pulled him out easily.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I didn't know the Caucasus was so smart." Wei Ran, who was hiding in the restaurant, slightly increased his volume.

"Their heads are big and their brains are certainly not small, so isn't it normal to be so smart?"

While Leva responded, he did not forget to stroke the furry dog's head, and then closed the door of the cellar. When he bent down to pick up the basket, the Caucasian had already flopped down on the blanket.

"I also raised one, and it's only this big." Wei Ran gestured with his hand to size it, and then took the basket from the opponent's hand.

"It was this big when I bought it back."

Leva smiled, took out a bottle of dusty vodka from the basket in Wei Ran's hand, wiped it with a towel and handed it to Wei Ran.

While Wei Ran was unscrewing the bottle cap, he also took out a small stainless steel pot covered with frost from the freezer section of the refrigerator. In the belly of this small pot, there was also a stainless steel ingot the size of a soap bar.

Taking the wine bottle that Wei Ran had just unscrewed, Leva filled the cold pot, then put the empty bottle away and pointed at the cans in the basket.

Is this old guy using me as a can opener?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and unscrewed a can of pickles, a can of tomatoes, a can of foie gras and a can of sardines. Finally, he opened a tin can and took out the piece of fat inside which was the size of a remote control.

The pork was taken out and cut into thin slices with a knife stuck on the table.

In a short while, Leva had already used the cold stainless steel pot to fill their glasses with vodka, and drank a glass first.

In addition to five self-made or trademarked cans, the old guy prepared dinner. The rest was roasted and sliced ​​big ribs, as well as a large pot of passionate red meat.

vegetable soup.

"Do you usually eat this?" Wei Ran dug out a piece of foie gras and spread it on a piece of bread, then picked up two sardines and a pickle and put them on top, and then took a big bite.

"I seldom cook"

Leva picked up the cup and clinked it with Wei Ran, exhaled and drank it all in one gulp, then sniffed the pickles on the plate, and then said with satisfaction, "I usually go to the bakery next door to eat.

But I can’t entertain friends at someone else’s house, right?”

“That makes sense”

Wei Ran put down his cup and let out a sigh of relief, took another bite of the bread in his hand, and then poured wine for the two of them and said vaguely, "Is there any good restaurant in Kirov? I'll start inviting you there tomorrow."

you."

"Then it's settled"

Leva had already picked up the cup as he spoke, "It's rare to meet a young man like you, and I won't be polite to you."

"You should be lucky to meet a Chinese talent."

Wei Ran and the other party had another drink, and after drinking it in one gulp, he joked, "The attraction of delicious food to Chinese people is the same as the attraction of medals to Brezhnev."

"That's different. It's nothing if your Chinese delicacies accidentally fall to the ground."

Leva also drank up the vodka in the glass in one gulp, "But if Brezhnev's medal falls on the ground, not only will there be an earthquake in Moscow, but even the penguins in Antarctica will fall."

"I can't help it, he has too many medals and they are too heavy." Wei Ran spread his hands solemnly, followed by the young and old in the restaurant laughing in tacit understanding.

The last trace of unfamiliarity at the dinner table was eliminated with timeless Soviet jokes, and the two of them also extended their distance on the topic of cameras and taking pictures.

"Leva, you must have...must have been a war reporter before, right?"

Wei Ran, who had already drank several glasses of wine, threw a piece of greasy pig head into his mouth and asked, "Let me see those two photos in the darkroom..."

"I'm not a reporter."

Leva, who was also drunk, shook his incomplete right arm and said, "When I still had palms on this arm, I was a sniper."

"Are you a sniper?" Wei Ran burped, "I thought those two photos were taken by you."

"The person who took the first photo has died in Grozny"

Leva took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing this, Wei Ran randomly took one out of the cigarette box and put it in his mouth. Then he took out a kerosene lighter and tried several times before he successfully made a flame.

, swaying closer to Leva.

As the light blue smoke drifted and enveloped the fluorescent tubes above his head, Leva sighed and said, "The person who took the second photo is also dead, and his heart is broken."

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, took a long puff of cigarette, and endured the dizziness caused by alcohol and nicotine and asked, "Wasn't that street fight terrible?"

“Same as Stalingrad”

Leva looked at the cigarette in his hand and said with blurred eyes, "I have never fought in Stalingrad, but I am sure that Grozny will be as miserable as Stalingrad."

"Tomorrow... do you want to go hunting tomorrow?"

Wei Ran burped and asked, "Should we be able to hunt deer this season? We...we can compete."

"You want to compete with me in hunting?" Leva raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I just say that I used to be a sniper?"

"Wouldn't it be more accomplished to defeat the sniper?"

Wei Ran shook his head, pretending to be provocative and said, "If I lose, I will personally cook for you to eat Chinese food. If I win, you... hiccup! Give me a copy of those two photos."

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"Are you sure you're not drunk?" Leva asked, squinting his eyes.

"It doesn't matter when you're drunk." Wei Ran poured another glass of wine as he spoke, "Don't you dare to compete?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Leva filled the cup happily and clinked it with Wei Ran again. However, before he could finish the glass of wine, Wei Ran, who was sitting opposite, tilted his head to the sky because he tilted his neck to drink too much.

The one with the chair fell on the dirty carpet, but the cigarette in his hand, which he had only taken two puffs on, had already been completely wet by the condensed water droplets on the wine glass, which saved the camera store from being set on fire.
Chapter completed!