"Do you remember Stalin?"
When the driver of the overturned car was angry and angry, Song Wenbin said something incredible.
The translator Sutina was a little confused, let alone those Siberian men.
"You should still remember Lenin, he is still lying on this land." Song Wenbin said slowly.
Now even the noisy driver stopped arguing. They looked at Song Wenbin inexplicably, wondering what he was talking about.
Even Lalitha, who was leaning on the snowmobile and casually feeding dried cod to the dog, slowly sat up straight after hearing Song Wenbin's words. She looked at Song Wenbin with surprise on her face.
"I don't know... I don't know at what point people stopped talking about those things. It's like... there was a time when Americans stopped talking about the moon landing."
Song Wenbin considered his words and spoke slowly.
Su Tina, who was translating on the side, was very uneasy. She looked at Song Wenbin uneasily, and then at the photographer not far away.
"But I still remember that in that era of boiling blood, even steel was burning under the red flag. Even the arrogant empire on the other side of the ocean was afraid of the red giant's roar. But look at it now , what is left on this land.”
The cold wind howled past, blowing across the faces of the stunned Siberians. These were all middle-aged people. They knew exactly what Song Wenbin was talking about, but they felt very incredible.
"If giving up your ideals can really lead a better life, I wouldn't mind doing that, but the facts have proven...it doesn't seem to lead to a better life..." Song Wenbin said slowly: "Hold on. Wood, pulling fish in the river, pulling some inconspicuous parts, running around in this land of snow, enduring the cold and loneliness, just... for those three meals a day? No, my friend Guys, if I can, please allow me to call you...comrades..."
Huo Yu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Sutina was also confused.
Only Lalitha was a little surprised. She stood up from the motorcycle and frowned.
The strong Siberian men around him also looked confused. They didn't know why Song Wenbin suddenly mentioned this.
"If it's just for survival, just for survival, why bother enduring such severe cold, why... why not go to places that are more suitable for survival. I know that most people will do that. But if the people who stay here, If you don’t even give yourself such a bit of loftiness, would you be too harsh on yourself?”
Song Wenbin took a deep breath, exhaled thick white mist, and said: "I still remember that burning era. Even in such a cold winter, some people still remember that burning era. The purest sense of collective glory was born in This land, that sense of glory once protected this land, but died in this land."
Unlike in Seoul, Song Wenbin didn't have much passion at the moment. He just said calmly with indifferent sadness: "Even if the death of an elder in the family is forgotten for decades. But why does it only take thirty years for a giant to leave? The people on this land couldn’t wait to forget it and just pretended it had never existed.”
The people around were a little commotion. They seemed unwilling to give in, and they seemed to want to refute, but they were pulled back again. Those people looked at Song Wenbin without blinking, waiting for his subsequent remarks.
Song Wenbin said sincerely: "There is an old saying in the East. Only in the coldest season will you know that pines and cypresses will wither last. If pine and cypress trees endure the severe cold in order to become better wood, then you will endure the severe cold." , what exactly is it for? Just quarreling on the snow and hurting each other.
No, comrades, that is not the case. Even in such a cold season, even in the season when giants die, we are so busy just so that each other can live a better life. Those family ties that are far away and the future that is within reach should not be frozen in this land. "
Song Wenbin bent down and picked up the sugar orange from the ground, held it up in front of the driver who lost the fish, and said: "I know you were hurt, but if you just stay here, the wound will not heal. If possible, Please let me help you, pull up the car and let the wound heal quickly, okay?"
There was silence.
Only the wind and snow howled.
Everyone's eyes widened.
"What you said is very good, but I just want money." The man said.
Everyone was in an uproar.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Huo Yu burst out laughing.
Song Wenbin became angry from shame.
A complete failure!
His ever-improving eloquence actually failed in this cold land. It seemed that his ability could not be revealed at any time.
But fortunately, he is not just eloquent.
Song Wenbin put away the sugar oranges, looked at the driver with squinted eyes and said with a smile: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined, you are courting death."
"A carload of fish costs 500,000 rubles. All you have to do is give me 5,000 rubles each." The bearded driver said slyly.
Song Wenbin stopped talking nonsense to him and shouted loudly, "Huo Yu!"
Huo Yu kept laughing until she stood up. She was laughing so hard that she couldn't contain her joy. The driver saw the girl coming and thought she was here to give her money, so he extended his hand.
"Hahahahaha~"
Huo Yu laughed loudly at Song Wenbin, and suddenly without warning, he raised his hand and punched the driver in the face who was blocking the road. The driver was hit by a direct punch like a cannonball. He flew backwards and hit the bed of his truck heavily.
The nosebleeds were profuse, the eyes rolled sideways, the body twitched, it was terrible.
Song Wenbin looked at the remaining truck drivers expressionlessly and said, "I want to restore this road. Who is in favor of it and who is against it?"
Snap, snap, snap.
This time.
Thunderous applause.
Enduring.
It was like a true loving father was reincarnated, and no one objected anymore. Truck drivers took shovels out of their vehicles and distributed them.
"Hahahahahahaha~"
Huo Yu was still standing in front of Song Wenbin, laughing and twisting his fists in a showy way. "Huh? How about it?" It seemed like he was asking him what was the most useful thing.
Song Wenbin pushed her away expressionlessly, picked up the shovel on the roadside, and silently started shoveling the frozen fish on the snow.
Soon, all the drivers on the ice road gathered into a team, and they began to shovel the sturgeons frozen on the ice road. With the strength of many people, a group of people worked enthusiastically on the road. Even Su Tina and Huo Yu couldn't help but join the working team. Although no one asked them at all, they were still infected by this wonderful atmosphere.
While shoveling the frozen fish on the road, Sutina laughed and said excitedly: "Brother Song, have you ever seen how steel is made?"
"I haven't seen it." Song Wenbin said angrily while shoveling the snow.
"It was a book from the Soviet era. The protagonist in it once shoveled snow with a group of workers in the field, and finally met his ex-girlfriend who was very bourgeois on the train!"
"Really?" Song Wenbin thought to himself. Fortunately, he didn't have an ex-girlfriend. Otherwise, his ex-girlfriend would be very happy. He was not satisfied with his life of shoveling snow in Siberia.
"Hey, let me tell you, do you really mean those words?" Huo Yu asked while shoveling the snow.
"Ah?" Song Wenbin looked at Huo Yu, confused.
"Let me tell you, when are the words in your mouth true and when are they false?" Huo Yu asked with a smile: "I used to fool beautiful women during live broadcasts, fooled black people when I was in Africa, and fooled Sutina in the Caribbean. You fooled Koreans in Seoul, and you fooled these truck drivers here, have you ever said a single honest word in your mouth?”
"Hey! I wasn't fooled!"
Sutina said unhappily: "Although I admit that Brother Song is very good at saying yes, I have to admit that sometimes he is a little sincere."
As he spoke, he bumped Song Wenbin with his shoulder.
"But not much, right."
Faced with Huo Yu's doubts and Su Tina's inquiries, Song Wenbin could not answer.
Did he tell lies?
It seems not, but did he tell the truth?
He didn't know whether he was sincere or not.
He doesn't know the answer, and he doesn't care about the answer. Whether it was true or not meant nothing to him. As long as he could get to that place, it was enough. Of course, if he could, he wouldn't mind passing by with a more elegant attitude. But in reality, he often had to kneel down to climb over, and there was no other way.
…
With the concerted efforts of everyone, the fish on the road were soon shoveled up. Several trucks went to the front of the ice road. They pulled the winch and drove the car in front of the road. A group of strong drivers leaned behind the car and worked together to push. Finally, with a muffled roar, the overturned truck was pushed right by a group of drivers.
The moment the overturned vehicle recovered, everyone cheered.
They gathered together and hugged and clapped. The drivers hugged Song Wenbin, kept touching his head, and laughed, as if his head was that of a stuffed toy.
The hair on Song Wenbin's forehead was soon messed up, and he smiled a little reluctantly. If it was normal weather, he wouldn't mind being touched like this, but it was so cold today that he was worried that his ears would fall off.
An uncle came to him, patted his shoulder and said something loudly.
Sutina on the side said in his ear: "Uncle said you are very good. He appreciates you very much and wants to invite you to his house for dinner."
Song Wenbin felt somewhat lonely, but he still grinned after hearing his uncle's words. Shaking his head: "It's getting late, so let's go and live our own lives."
But the old friends in Siberia seemed to be very fond of him. They kept chattering to Song Wenbin, and Sutina couldn't even translate it.
"This old man invites you to drink in his car..."
"This old man asked you if you have a girlfriend..."
"This old man said that he admires your temperament and it reminds him of when he was young..."
Song Wenbin was embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say. The people around him were so enthusiastic.
Fortunately, the rescuers appeared in time.
Lalitha came up from behind on a snowmobile. She honked her horn and said something loudly.
When the truck drivers heard her words, they picked up their shovels and ran to the tundra near the side of the mountain that was not completely covered with snow to start hammering.
Su Tina translated for Song Wenbin: "Sister Lalitha said that the road was too slippery. If it was slippery again, cars might roll over. She asked the drivers to spread sand on the curves to prevent subsequent cars from rolling over. .”
Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what Lalitha said, it would be fine as long as she didn't touch his head.
Finally, thanks to the efforts of a group of drivers, the road surface was soon covered with rough gravel. The scattered fish were loaded back into the car, and traffic on the congested ice road gradually resumed.
