"Uncle Onegin"

Sergey greeted politely and put the two small plates he was holding on the table, "This young man bought all the old books at a high price last time, and not long ago he also put the bookmarks left by the children.

The person who sent it has some questions he wants to ask you."

Onegin? This name...

Wei Ran twitched his lips. Thanks to a certain masterpiece by Pushkin, the name Onegin was definitely not a good name in Slavic culture.

Especially looking at the age of this old man, it is estimated that even if he is younger than Mr. Nicholas, he is definitely not a few years younger. It is difficult to imagine what kind of hatred his parents had with him back then, and he could use Onegin like this

An unpleasant name.

"Come and sit"

The old man who was called Onegin held the table and slowly moved it inside, making way for Wei Ran to have a spacious position.

"Young man, you must be wondering about his name, right?" the old lady sitting opposite Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Is the expression on my face obvious?" Wei Ran rubbed his face in an exaggerated manner and asked jokingly, "Can't you see it now?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When you live long enough, you can see it without your eyes."

Another old lady said with a smile, "Onegin is not his real name. Speaking of which, what is your original name?"

"Joseph" Onegin spread his hands, "But since I played Onegin in that stage play in 1976, no one in this town has called me by my previous name."

"So you were a stage actor when you were young?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"That can only be regarded as my hobby at best."

Mr. Onegin smiled and stretched out his finger, tapped his temple lightly, and said jokingly, "I was a brain surgeon before I retired. Of course, if I see anything, I haven't touched a scalpel for a long time.

So little one, your problem had better not be related to the brain."

"I wanted to ask about Mr. Sersi Coca."

"Celsey Coca?"

Mr. Onegin thought for a moment, pointed to the top of his head and asked uncertainly, "The Sersi Koka who once served as the librarian?"

"right"

Wei Ran nodded, "I heard from Mr. Sergey that the old library used to be Sersi's home?"

"Indeed it is"

Onegin nodded, "The library was originally built by Sersi's mother for Sersi and his children. I remember clearly that after school, especially on weekends, everyone would

They would all go to his home as a guest.

Sersi’s mother dedicated the entire second floor for us to read and study. She even went to Kazan to buy a lot of books. Of course, there were also various snacks made by his mother. Among them, I remember the most.

What is clear is that the apple is dry.”

Onegin smiled when he said this, "At that time, she was recognized as the best mother by all the children in the town. Later, the parents of other children in the town would also buy some books suitable for their children and send them to Selsi's house.

On the second floor, I remember my dad even helped make bookshelves and chairs.

Later, Selsi grew up, and so did we, but the second floor of his house was still open to the children in the town, and it had almost the most books in the town."

Onegin spread his hands to Wei Ran and others, "Unfortunately, Sersi's mother died one winter trying to save two children who were playing on the railway line. At that time, the director of the institute also helped her.

I applied for the title of Hero Mother.

Although she did not receive that title later, the people in the town still used Sersi's home to build the library at the initiative of the director, and appointed Sersi, who was not working at the time, as the administrator.

"

"Mr. Onegin"

Wei Ran took advantage of the other party to pick up the cup and asked, "Can I ask a few questions about what you just said?"

"Of course." Onegin pointed to the pastries on the table, "for the sake of you bringing these foods to the two beautiful ladies opposite."

"He's really good at flirting."

Wei Ran glanced at the two old ladies opposite who were almost smiling, and asked with a normal expression, "The comrade you just mentioned as the director is..."

"There used to be a neurological institute here"

Onegin pointed out the window, "Did you see that house with a red roof? The research institute was there before, but after Comrade Andropov took office to crack down on corruption, that building was no longer of use.

The research institute was cancelled, and many people in this town lost their jobs. I remember that Sersi seemed to have left here after the research institute was closed,"

"He went to Harkef, and his wife was Mrs. Harkef."

An old lady sitting opposite said, "I remember that woman. She was the most beautiful nurse among the nurses in the institute at that time and she loved to read. It seems that it was for this reason that she married Selsi."

"That's true, I remember it too."

Another old lady said, "I even attended their wedding, which was on the first floor of the old library. I was assigned here at that time."

"Later, wasn't your wedding to Andre held at the entrance of the library?" Another old lady said with a smile.

“Weren’t weddings held there at that time?”

Sergey also said, "I still remember that people who get married in this town must buy two books for Sersi's library, but I don't know who made this rule."

"It's Comrade Director"

Onegin explained, “In fact, in the earliest days, not only marriages, but also any happy or unhappy events, everyone would buy a book and send it there to share it with the people in the town.

There are even some bold young people who will put love letters asking girls to meet in their books. After all, the town is so big, right? There will always be girls who will see it. But as far as I know, those love letters were all read by Selcy

That bastard used it to chase his wife."

"I've done this kind of thing before," Sergey said with a grin, "but I always send the love letters sent back to the mailboxes at their respective doorsteps."

Seeing that the topic was getting further and further, Wei Ran couldn't help but smacked his lips and changed the question and asked, "Mr. Onegin, do you know anything about Sersi's parents?"

"his parents"

Onegin rubbed the beard at the corner of his mouth, "This question is difficult for me. I only remember that his mother was a ticket collector on the railway line. As for his father... I seem to have never seen him or even heard of him.

Mentioned it."

"I remember that he also had a sister," Sergey added beside him, "I remember that his sister was a teacher at the school in the town."

"Yes, that's true."

Onegin raised his eyebrows when he said this, hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't remember clearly, but I'm pretty sure I've never met Sersi's father, but Sersi's sister is Bissel

Xi is at least five or six years younger.

Young man, what's that expression on your face? I don't mean the child that Selsi's mother gave birth to through an affair with another man.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! That beautiful girl seemed to appear suddenly. I remember that at the beginning, his sister only appeared in the town every winter.

Later she went to school with us."

"last question"

Wei Ran saw that the topic was about to be diverted by the two old ladies opposite him, so he quickly asked, "Did Selsi live in the library before leaving?"

"It was like that before the library was built"

Onegin raised his hand and pointed in another direction, "Later, after the library was built, the institute assigned Sersi a new house, but that house was sold when he left."

"That house was demolished almost ten years ago," Sergey continued, "and it is now the town's warehouse."

"So there is no trace of Selsi in this town now?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the people present.

“That’s pretty much it”

Onegin said slightly sadly, "This town once had its glory. At that time, many intellectuals in the fields of psychiatry and brain science lived and worked here. Every weekend, everyone would even organize dance parties. We ourselves

The library under construction is often full of people. But look at it now, it is no different from the freight station along the railway line."

Seeing the old man and the two old ladies across from him lost in their memories, Wei Ran sighed vaguely, stood up, said goodbye to Onegin and Sergey, and walked out of the newly built library alone.

At this time, on the exhibition walls on both sides of the entrance, the young men and women who had been taking pictures and telling stories just now were hugging each other as if no one else was watching, hiding in the corner behind the glass door and busy exchanging their salivary enzymes.

On the basketball court outside the glass door, those young guys are still sweating wantonly in this cold winter, as if everything is moving forward so logically, and at the same time, they have naturally forgotten about the people from the other side in the window.

The old man of the times.

Driving away from Yudino, Wei Ran continued to drive upstream along the road on the edge of the river. At the same time, he dialed the phone number of Jima's younger brother Greva. From the other person's mouth, he asked about the incident that captured Aunt Lola.

The specific location of that house.

After driving all the way to Volgask, when he found the dilapidated house on the edge of the city, he discovered from a distance that its doors and windows had been nailed shut with wooden boards.

On the wooden board nailed to the door, there is also a spray-painted pattern of two thorns, one red and one black, intertwined like DNA.

After being in contact with it for so long, he already knew that this pattern was the official symbol of the gang headed by Greva. But the meaning of the red and black thorns, neither Ji Ma nor Greva had ever accepted it.

Of course, although in the eyes of Weiyan, this sign is the same as Beria's peeing site, it is a bit half-hearted. But according to Lao Li, the contractor, since their truck was spray-painted with this sign by Greva's people, there have been

The gangsters who had gone to the construction site to cause trouble for them all took the initiative to show their apologies with gifts.

Not to mention, even the outer wall of his yard was painted with this thing a long time ago. The effect...at least for so long, except for Lola, an outsider, there really has been no petty theft.

I never felt comfortable going in.
To be continued...