Surrounded by two sheep and a border shepherd, Wei Ran walked to the door in a leisurely manner.

Without him having to do anything, the smart border collie bit the cloth strip tied to the door handle and opened the door. It shook its big fluffy tail crazily and motioned Wei Ran in with its eyes. And the two sheep,

Then he knelt down on the blankets on both sides of the door.

After touching the head of the border collie, Wei Ran took a deep breath, knocked gently on the door, waited for a while, and then walked into the room.

The house is not that big. There are many pet toys scattered on the wooden floor. There is also a set of exquisite coffee pots on the dining table not far away. There are also many hangings on the wall on the side of the door.

The oil painting depicting a rural scene even had an easel propped up on the side of the old man sitting in the rocking chair looking at himself.

"Young man, welcome to be our guest." The old man in the rocking chair raised his finger and pointed to the sofa not far away, "You can find a place to sit by yourself."

"Thanks"

Wei Ran bowed slightly, walked to the beige single sofa and sat down, but then, a series of fart-like sounds came out from under his butt.

The old man sitting in the rocking chair also laughed heartily when the sound came out.

Wei Ran stood up slightly awkwardly, lifted up the cushion on the sofa, and then discovered that there was something like an old-fashioned hot water bottle placed under the cushion.

"Just a little joke, that was a little gift my students gave me on April Fool's Day a few days ago."

The old man motioned for Wei Ran to sit down again, and then continued with a smile, "Young man, why did you come to my place?"

"Hello, my name is Victor."

Wei Ran shook hands with the other party respectfully, sat down again and said, "Are you Mr. Sergey, a teacher of the Department of Mathematics at the National University?"

"It is true that I worked as a teacher in the mathematics department of the National University, and my name is indeed Sergey."

The old man in the wheelchair said gently, "But I don't remember teaching an Asian student as young as you. When I retired and stopped teaching, the Soviet Union had not yet retired."

"The Soviet Union was already retired when I was born."

Wei Ran indirectly confirmed the other party's guess and said with a smile, "Mr. Sergey, I am taking the liberty of visiting you this time to ask you some questions."

"You want to ask me a question?"

Sergey thought for a moment, shook his head and asked, "I guess it's not a math problem, right?"

"You're as smart as you were when you were a kid..." Wei Ran muttered secretly, nodded and replied, "It's a matter of history."

"I'd be happy to help you answer something," Sergey said gently, "but how about you do me a favor too?"

"No problem" Wei Ran agreed happily, "What do you need from me?"

"Help me give that dog and those two sheep a bath," Sergey said slowly, "They haven't had a bath in almost a month."

"I'm very happy," Wei Ran said and stood up.

"There's no rush." ​​Sergey quickly waved his hand, "Wait until I, the math teacher, am sure that I can answer your history questions, then go give them a bath."

"Even if I'm not here to ask questions, it's okay to do this for you."

As he spoke, Wei Ran took off his suit jacket, took off his tie and placed it on the sofa, "Mr. Sergey, where is the bathroom?"

"Enter the room on the left"

Sergey patted the butt of the big fat cat on his knee, and after it reluctantly jumped to the floor, he stood up slowly and said while walking towards the bathroom, "Victor,

If I guess correctly, are you from China?"

"Where did you see that?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"When I was a teacher at a national university, I once had students from China."

Sergey said with emotion, "At that time, they were just like you. They were always enthusiastic and willing to help others, and they could always turn transactions into friendship. The time spent with those young people is really missed."

"Do you still have contact?"

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already opened the door to the bathroom. There was a light green enamel bathtub inside. There were also a lot of pet toiletries on the shelf next to it, and there were even plastic signs indicating that they were for dogs.

Yes, for cats, or for sheep.

“There are very few people who have any contact.”

Sergey moved a chair and sat at the door of the bathroom, and said slowly, "I am already over 90 years old, and some of my earliest students even went to see Comrade Stalin earlier than me.

Many of them have lost contact, and only a few children still remember me as their teacher."

"At least someone will give you a gift on April Fool's Day," Wei Ran reminded with a smile. While speaking, he picked up a little sheep from the door and sent it to the bathroom.

"I never celebrate April Fool's Day"

Sergey smiled and shook his head, "Wash them in the bathtub. That bathtub is specially used for bathing them. Rinse them with warm water first, then use the red brush dipped in shower gel to wash them twice, and finally rinse them again.

Twice, then wipe them dry, and then use a hair dryer to dry their fur. Don’t worry, they are used to it and won’t be afraid of the hair dryer.”

"Okay" Wei Ran carried the sheep into the bathtub under the guidance of the other party and started bathing the little lamb according to the steps.

"Victor, tell me the historical question you want to ask." Sergey, who was sitting at the door of the bathroom, asked, "If I can't answer it, I can think of what to do while you help me bathe them.

Thank u."

“Those things are not urgent”

Wei Ran used a brush to lather the little sheep and asked, "Mr. Sergey, do you usually live by yourself?"

"And these little guys"

Sergey said gently, as if he treated Wei Ran, whom he met for the first time, as an old friend. "My two grandsons and one granddaughter are older than you. They bring their children to see me every week.

These little animals are also raised here by their children to accompany me, and a nanny usually comes to help me cook every day."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It seems that your old age is very happy," Wei Ran said sincerely, with his hands full of foam.

While chatting with Sergey, Wei Ran carefully bathed the two sheep and the dog, as well as the big fat cat that got into the bathroom to watch the fun out of excessive curiosity.

By the time he finished his work, it was already noon, and the nanny who came in advance also prepared a table of delicious meals.

After having lunch with Sergey, Wei Ran, who sat on the sofa again, took out the large group photo from his briefcase and handed it to him, "Mr. Sergey, I found this by accident in Liuban.

A group photo. I spent a long time looking for someone who knew the story behind this group photo, and finally found you with the help of friends. As far as I know, your hometown seems to be near Liuban. So, you know

Where does this photo come from?”

Sergey took the group photo and looked at it, then shiveringly took out a pair of reading glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on his face.

After a long time, Sergey took out a pen that looked very old and very familiar to Wei Ran from his coat pocket. He pointed the cap of the pen at a child in the front row of the group photo and said, "You got the right person."

.The child in the photo is me."

"Is this you?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be surprised.

Sergey smiled and nodded, "If I guess correctly, you found this group photo from the guerrilla village, right? Many families in that village should have this group photo, but they still remember the story behind this group photo.

There aren’t many people left.”

"I found it indeed from the guerrilla village," Wei Ran answered excitedly in the affirmative, without mentioning the fact that he had never been to the guerrilla village.

"This group photo was taken in 1942"

Sergey took off his reading glasses and recalled with a trace of nostalgia in his tone, "The guerrilla village at that time was still a primitive forest. Just like its name, this village was established by the guerrillas. At that time,

, I am still a child, not even a formal guerrilla."

During Sergey's slow narration, Wei Ran couldn't help but recall everything he had personally experienced.

However, what was slightly different from his experience was that in Sergey's recollection, no reporters had been there, and even the photo was taken with Teacher Gianna's camera, and in

After Teacher Gianna died, the camera followed Dr. Sasha to the battlefield and eventually disappeared.

"In 1943, I was flown to the rear by Alisa, and then took a train to Tula. After completing all the courses before university, I was sent to Moscow to continue my studies."

Having said this, Sergey took out the pen with traces of time from his pocket and said, "This is a gift given to me by Teacher Gianna. From 1943 to today, I have always carried it with me. Every time

Whenever I slack off, I always think of Teacher Gianna and those guerrillas."

"Those people at that time...are there any others who survived?"

Wei Ran asked tentatively, "We found the ruins of the guerrilla hospital that was destroyed by the Germans you just mentioned, and found the Germans who were thrown into the well. I also followed this clue to find it.

This group photo, but I didn’t expect that there is actually a connection between them.”

"It is true that many people survived after the end of World War II, but there were also many people who sacrificed their lives."

Sergey stood up slowly and took Wei Ran into the study on the first floor. Then he opened an old-looking safe and took out a lot of things from it.

Among these things, there is a thick photo album, a very well-preserved boat cap, and even a TT33 pistol, a shepherd's whip and a plastic leather roster.

Sergey took out a pair of white silk gloves from the drawer and put them on. He slowly opened the roster. After searching for it, he pointed at Ivan's name and said, "He is a good friend of mine. He was

He took me to the hospital to fight the Germans together. We were only fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, but we killed several Germans with grenades and submachine guns!"

Sergey stretched out his hand and pointed at the boat cap and TT33 pistol placed on the table, "This military cap was left to Ivan by our teacher Gianna. This pistol is from the one I just mentioned, named Shu.

La's guerrillas were left to Ivan. That madman who loved fighting followed the Soviet Red Army all the way into Berlin and became a platoon leader!

When he came back, he had several medals hanging on his chest, which made us envious. But that idiot, until the end of the war, always believed that our teacher Jaina and Shula were still alive, alas...

"

"Then these things..."
To be continued...