On this page, it turned into blue pen writing, written in neat traditional Chinese characters, "Jiang Ji, Red Army, after I die, help me put on my old military uniform. There is no need to make a fuss about the funeral.

Telegrams were sent to the Red Army and the new people to inform the new people that the body would be sent to the depths of the grassland for sky burial.

Jiang Ji, you must concentrate on running the clinic, treating diseases and saving lives for the people. You are also a party member, so you must put the people first at all times.

Red Army, you and Xinmin should live a good life and raise your children. In addition, I apologize to Xinmin and Xinshu for me. I failed to find their father's belongings. I hope they won't blame me."

Looking up at Ram, whose eyes were red and trying to cover his mouth, as well as Mr. Jiang Ji who was sitting next to him, and even Jiang Xiangyang and Yang Jin who were sitting on his left and right to accompany him, Wei Ran pushed back the heavy page.

I read an article.

Contrary to his expectation, the next few pages were all filled with lifelike pen and ink drawings by the artist.

In these pictures, there are squad leader Liu, Zhang Erwa, Li Zhuang, Nurse Ji and the little lama himself, Jiang Yu, the sick and wounded who voluntarily left behind, and even the will carved on the pine tree.

, and nurse Wang Zhen who used her body to protect those revolutionary weapons.

There were also Squad Leader Liu who jumped into the mire just to get some horsemeat for everyone, Zhang Erwa who was about to sink in the mire, and the figures carrying Nurse Ji and carrying a load, etc.

etc.

On the back of these pen drawings, the little lama also wrote in detail what happened at that time and the difficulties he faced.

But on the last two pages, there are two glass medicine bottles and a larger wide-mouth medicine bottle.

He clearly remembered that the medicine bottle once contained their only medicine - the spores contained in horse manure.

But in this pen drawing, there seem to be two films in the medicine bottle.

"We found this"

Xia Shushi said in a hoarse voice, and at the same time he pointed at the two medicine bottles drawn on the last page.

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Ji again, "Old man, my teacher will send another medicine bottle over tomorrow."

"well..."

Mr. Jiang Ji nodded repeatedly, then turned to look at his son, "Xiang Yang, have you called your uncle and aunt?"

"Fight," Uncle Jiang Xiangyang said quickly, "They will come over tomorrow."

"Okay, okay"

Jiang Ji looked at Wei Ran and Xia Shushi again, "Boys, I want to thank you very much!"

“It’s not over yet”

Wei Ran glanced at Xia Shushi, then turned the notepad forward, pointed to the picture of the horse manure package medicine jar, and said with great seriousness, "There are four regrets for the old man. We found the relics of Squad Leader Liu."

It makes up for the first regret.

"Uncle Jiang, you have undoubtedly made up for the third regret by raising such excellent children. The old man is alive in heaven and must have met his wife.

But there is still one regret that has not been completed, so this matter is not over yet. Mr. Jiang, even if you want to thank us, you have to wait."

"Wei Ran, are you going to find this?" Xia Shushi pointed to the medicine bottle drawn on the page and asked in surprise, "This is not easy to find!"

"You can accidentally discover the first medicine bottle, and I can meet Uncle Jiang's family by chance before I have any clues."

Wei Ran said seriously, "We have encountered such a small probability thing. I believe that we will always find a way to find the lost medicine bottle."

Hearing this, Xia Shushi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Then let's give it a try!"

"So are you really a serious historian?" Ram, whose eyes were red, suddenly asked, "I thought you..."

"What?" Wei Ran, who felt that he had just become handsome, saw the girl's expression of hesitation and couldn't help but ask.

"You... take a look for yourself." Ram hesitated for a while, and finally picked up his phone and pulled out the WeChat Moments named Zhang Yang that he had just added not long ago, and then handed it to Wei Ran

.

"Wucao! I met that Soviet-Russian prostitute who is a mastermind, brothers!"

After looking at the copy of this friend circle, Wei Ran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and then clicked on the pictures under the copy.

There is a group photo taken between him, Zhang Yang and Uncle Jiang’s family at noon.

There are also news screenshots of Wei Ran who almost died in a plane crash not long ago, and there are even photos of him walking out of the airport with a group of beautiful girls.

There are even photos of him taking a large group of girls to play in the amusement park a long time ago.

"Which living god gave you this nickname?"

Xia Shushi came over to take a look and then said with great joy, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Soviet Union always has a prostitute. This nickname is louder than Suisui's Queen Inta."

"It was really unnecessary for me to pull that bastard's car out of the mud," Wei Ran muttered, twitching the corners of his mouth, which immediately made the whole room of people who were originally in a sad mood laugh out loud.

"Hey! Now let's see how you, an international scumbag, can bring trouble to the innocent and kind-hearted Miss Ram."

In the private room of a small hotel in Hongyuan County.

The self-driving traveler named Zhang Yang was sitting cross-legged on a single bed, holding a can of cold beer in his hand. He was feeling smug while looking at the WeChat Moments that had just been liked by Lamu, his newly met Tibetan soldier sister.

While muttering, he also did not forget to pick up a piece of beef jerky given by Uncle Jiang and took a big bite.

He didn't have any bad thoughts towards the girl named Ram, and he didn't have any ill intentions towards Wei Ran. He was just out of good intentions and didn't want the beautiful girl to be deceived by the scum - he didn't admit that he was jealous.

"A-sneeze! A-sneeze!"
Chapter completed!