Chapter 81： Welcome to the Mannerheim Line (End) (1/2)

Two months later, Fenrui border, in a humble small farm.

Zhang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the axe in his hand, and moved the chopped firewood back to the wood room. When he pushed the door open and walked into the living room, the table was already filled with steaming bread and steel. Fish soup out of the pot.

Greta, 67, is the owner of the farm. Her man and her only son were killed in the flames of war, and a daughter was married to the United States. She and the two of them were kindly taken over to stay overnight.

After learning that the two had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay.

It happened that the farm was also short of manpower to help, so the two settled down. Gretel only said that the two were relatives of the American man, and Zhang Heng's fluent English also proved this from the side.

As for Simon, she did not talk as much as before, but as time went by, she was a little stuffy and gradually accepted by the people around her.

Both of their weapons were thrown away halfway, and the gunshot wound on Simon's shoulder was healed by a small town doctor. She had no relatives. Her only grandfather had passed away the previous year. In this sense, there is nothing to worry about.

After the war by the lake, Zhang Heng originally wanted to take the girl to the United States, but later thought that it was a bit unrealistic. The distance between the United States and Finland was too far, and it may not be a while. And Simon speaks English in general, compared to Sweden, which borders Finland.

The former was one of the latter's principalities. Many Finns speak Swedish, and the majority of people in small villages like this borderline have two languages. Greta is one of them. One, at least here Simon has no communication barriers.

Zhang Heng saw the girl coming back from the window. She was carrying a shotgun and carrying a dead rabbit and fox in her hand.

Simon put the prey in the kitchen, then put the shotgun back into the attic, and then came down to wash his hands and eat.

Grandma Greta filled everyone with a bowl of fish soup. Zhang Heng thanked him in Finnish, just like every night before.

The three of them finished dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said goodnight to each other.

一 In the early morning of the next day, Greta prepared the food for the two and put it in the basket.

没有 Simon did not wear the usual hunting clothes any more, but instead put on a floral skirt. This was the old man's original dress for his daughter. It was a bit small on Simon, and the latter looked a bit unsuitable for this dress.

Greetai smiled and handed the picnic basket in his hand, and said to them, ”Have fun.”

Zhang Heng took the basket and hugged the old man. ”Goodbye, Greta.”

”Goodbye, boy.”

The old man beckoned by the door. The two looked like little lovers going on an outing. Zhang Heng rode a bicycle and drove Simon across the farm fields, the square in the town center, and the hospital with a blood donation ad ... With exotic scenery around.

The Soviet-Finnish War has temporarily come to an end, but the flames of war across the European continent have just begun. Sweden's status as a neutral country is one of the few countries that have been spared from this catastrophe.

Zhang Heng parked his bicycle on a grass field outside the town. The two climbed up the grassy **** with a picnic basket and saw the sea of ​​flowers on the other side. Zhang Heng did not know the names of the small white flowers below.

Speaking of Finland's national flower seems to be a white flower called lily of the valley, but unfortunately he didn't come at the right time. It is still a month or two before the flowering period, so it should be missed.