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knowledgeable.At that time, he was a non-commissioned officer in the German army, and I was just a girl who lost her relatives and friends because of the war. "

"Then who are you?"

"I am French."

Speaking of this, the old woman slowly recalled the past, the past full of war and pain.

"The first time I met him was in an abandoned church. At that time, I hugged my younger brother tightly in my arms, and saw a German officer with a long gun break into the house. I was very scared at the time, Really. I don’t speak German, so I’m screaming, screaming, begging him not to kill us in French.”

"And that German soldier was standing there at that time, separated us two siblings without frowning, and killed my only younger brother in an extremely cruel way." Speaking of this, the old woman couldn't help getting excited, old and Yuu's body trembled, full of fear for the situation at that time.

"I thought he would kill me too, or rather, I really wanted to die with my brother, because I have nothing but my brother... But Yaer rushed in at the most critical moment , took the German soldier away."

The old woman still remembers the eyes of her husband at that time.

At that time, he didn't say anything to himself, just looked at himself silently, but she could see the deep guilt in his eyes, and a sentence—

sorry……

Duan Qiya never expected that the story between the two old people would start like this, and he was stunned.

"Then you..."

"After they were gone, I was blinded by hatred for a long time. I joined the local army unit, and I wanted to avenge the Germans, my family members who died, and my fellow countrymen who died. "

Duan Qiya can understand the behavior of the old woman.At that time, both sides have their own positions, especially if their own family members were killed by the other party, if it was him, he might be blinded by hatred just like her.

But while understanding, Duan Qiya couldn't help wanting to know more.

Speaking of which, he has long passed the age of dreaming, and the age of relying on instinct to get to the bottom of things.

But he still wants to know why two people from different countries, different languages, and even different standpoints can come together in the end.

27 Give yourself a chance

Speaking of which, Duan Qiya has long passed the age of dreaming, and the age of relying on instinct to find out the truth.

But he still wants to know why two people from different countries, different languages, and even different standpoints can walk together in the end.

So he knew that the following story might be uneven, but he still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Then why...why...are you still with him?"

"Why are we together..."

Slowly repeating Duan Qiya's words, there was a trace of sentimentality in the old woman's words, the old and old voice slowly echoed and spread out in this small room.

"Maybe that's fate... At that time, I was selected by the superiors to go deep into the enemy camp as a spy of our army. Unfortunately, I was discovered by him the night I just sneaked into the enemy camp. He didn't say anything at that time, just Without saying a word, he knocked me out, tied me in the closet of his room, and gagged my mouth."

"and after?"

"For a long time afterwards, I was just trapped in his room alone, watching him go out and come back every day. Occasionally, I would find a few new wounds on his body. At that time I couldn't help but peek at him, seeing him bandaging his wounds alone in a night full of wars."

"He is very strong, even if he is hurt, he won't snort. Unfortunately, I was blinded by hatred at the time, and I only wanted to find the murderer who killed my brother. find."

"And then I did it. On an ordinary afternoon that couldn't be more ordinary, I broke free from the shackles of the rope and found the soldier who killed my brother. I watched the soldier fall in front of me, and tears just flowed down. At that time I My heart was in a mess, my head was buzzing, and I didn't even notice when he opened the door to come in. I found out later that the soldier I killed was his own younger brother..."

The two tea leaves in the teacup float slowly on the water surface, the heat in the cup is still misty, and Duan Qiya behind the white smoke is just so stunned...

He never expected that on this snowy night in a foreign country, he would meet such an old woman who, although in a different country and a different age, had an experience very similar to his own...

Once upon a time, he kept resenting God.

He hates why God treats him so unfairly, why he let himself destroy Xiao Yan's home, yet falls in love with him irresistibly, but now──

Looking at the old lady in front of her, a glimmer of hope rose from Duan Qiya's heart.

He hoped to gain courage from the old woman, hoped to learn how to love from the old woman, and even more hoped to learn from the old woman how to get a love without hurting anyone, the love he had longed for for a long time...

Clenching her knuckles tightly, Duan Qiya tried her best to hide the turmoil in her heart, quietly waiting for the old woman to tell him the next story, but the old woman just sighed in an almost helpless sad voice.

"I killed his brother...but his brother did kill my brother...hehe...fate is really good at playing tricks..."

"He was very angry at the time and wanted to kill me, but he didn't do it until the end."

"I think he should have fallen in love with me at that time, so he couldn't bear to kill me..."

"Soon, my whereabouts were discovered by other German soldiers. They clamored to execute me, but he took me away in the middle of the night."

28 Because of love...

The old lady still remembers the scene at that time.

In the ruins of the outskirts, countless shrapnel flew around the two of them. At that time, he was pushed several meters away by the man, and the man himself was blown off because of this. He wailed and pinched the half of his leg with his fingers. , mournfully screaming...

"At that time, he was on the ground and desperately told me to leave, but I couldn't bear to leave him alone, and refused to leave no matter what, I just ran back to him, hugged him with tears in my eyes, and was blown to death. A bloody body."

"I think I must have been stupid at the time, so I hugged a German soldier who couldn't even communicate. But if I hadn't experienced life and death at that time, I might not have been able to face up to my emotions and tell him I love him, and there is no way to see him as the last and only person I cherish in this world..."

Speaking of this, the old lady didn't continue talking, and Duan Qiya still didn't get the answer he wanted.

He wants to know, wants to know crazily, what has happened between these two people, so that they can rely on each other for so long in the future, and can hold each other's hands tightly like this now...

"Can you tell me?" Looking up, Duan Qiya's eyes were full of longing.

"Why? Why can you be together in the end?"

Anxiously waiting for the old lady's answer, Duan Qiya watched as she gently held the old man's hand, stroking the back of his wrinkled hand over and over again, without feeling tired at all.

Then, the old woman gave him an answer, a very simple but not simple answer.

"persist in."

"And—love."

The old woman's voice is very soft, and her gentle eyes are full of tolerance and love for herself, like the grandmother who was by her side a long time ago and could tell stories for herself; and the word "love" seems to be unconsciously Time occupied his whole heart, making him constantly ponder what kind of love it is that can make himself and Xiao Yan live forever...

Love……

Taking a deep breath, Duan Qiya slightly turned her head out of the window, looking at the shadows of trees blown by the wind by the roadside, and at the bright moon slowly emerging from the dark clouds, a strange emotion arose in her heart.

how many years?

He just hid in the soft shell he made, watching Xiao Yan outside alone, watching him grow up day by day, watching him learn to love, hurt by love, but he could only silently lick Looking at the wounds left over from the past, doing something that he thought was good for him.

Thinking about it now, maybe such days have really passed too long, so long that he felt that he was no longer worthy of love, and made him feel that the word "love" has become a luxury in his own world...

The voice of the old lady still echoed in his ears, but he seemed to be unable to hear anything. He just kept thinking in his heart, if even the two people who were so difficult to be together finally got together, then how could he and Xiaoyan be together? Isn't there a slight possibility... that you can go on forever?

Thinking of this, Duan Qiya began to miss Bo Xiyan crazily.

miss his voice...

miss his arms...

I miss his tender eyes...

And his embrace that is always so warm...

Putting down the teacup, Duan Qiya stood up and bowed to the old woman, expressing his deep gratitude.

"I think I should go, thank you for your hospitality."

Accompanying Duan Qiya to the door, the old woman smiled and waved to him.

"Let's play again when you are free next time..."

"Ah."

Smiling slightly at the old woman, Duan Qiya turned on the phone and called Bo Xiyan for the first time since yesterday, and he quickly