East Berlin's June Boat Song

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In the New Year of 1952, Alan returned to Dresden to visit his relatives, and his beautiful girlfriend Natasha also returned to his hometown of Sochi.I had a good dinner at Minister Zeisel's house, and as I got drunk I reminded them of my dead mother.

"Just like you, Anne, my Anna is as beautiful as you!"

I clinked glasses with her, and Anne laughed so hard that she almost cried, she held me in her arms, and kissed my cheek excitedly: "Oh, my Rhine, my little Rhine."

She was also drunk, and the crimson sunset glow floated on her snow-white cheeks. She hugged me and called my name, and she was also calling another person's name.I don't mind, I also feel the long-lost warmth in her warm embrace.

Minister Zeisel was holding a glass of ouzo, and looked at his wife affectionately, with memories of the past appearing on his mellow face.

It was not until late at night that they reluctantly let me go.

"You're a good boy." Annie put on a scarf for me, her lips trembling suddenly: "You shouldn't join the Stasi, oh, no..."

"Anne." Minister Zeisel supported her from behind, and whispered softly in her ear: "Lhein will learn a lot of useful knowledge here, which is good for him..."

Annie shook her head in pain, then kissed my cheek: "My little Rhine, you shouldn't, you shouldn't..."

"Annie, you're drunk." Minister Zeisel supported Annie and walked back: "You should go upstairs and rest."

A short while later, Minister Zeisel came down the stairs and into the corridor.I have been standing here waiting for him out of courtesy.

Anne's words made me feel stagnant, and I couldn't figure out why. I looked at Minister Zeisel hesitantly.

He always smiled gently, and walked me to the jeep in the yard, but he seemed a little hesitant to speak.After I closed the car door, he put his elbow on the window.

"Rhein, you have to know... There are many things in this world that we can't choose, and once we embark on a path, we can only bite the bullet and go on."

"But minister, I think the Stasi is fine and I'm happy here."

He smiled and said, "Of course you can think so, but... if one day, you want to leave, I will try to plead with General Azrael for you."

I was dumbfounded, in fact, I never thought about leaving.I pursed my lips and swore my sincerity to Minister Zeisel, saying that I would not leave no matter what. He nodded in relief after being slightly surprised, and then asked me to pay attention to the snow on the road when I went home.

At that time, I still couldn't understand Minister Zeisel's hints to me. All the intelligence structures in this world are gathering places for treacherous conspiracies. It is a seemingly calm and beautiful swamp, but there is a little hidden under the fluffy green grass. If you are not careful, you will never recover from the abyss.

Under the abyss, there are dangers everywhere, and countless secrets open their mouths to swallow lives.

And the kind and innocent Rhine always beautifies everything unconsciously.

I thanked the minister and left, and I saw him standing in the yard for a long time in the rearview mirror.His figure suddenly became very lonely, so lonely that he was separated from the surrounding environment.

I looked away in a daze.

On the drive home, I was thinking about the New Year's party in Karlshorst.I think a certain general must be very dazzling at that party, and the bright red flags cannot take away his brilliance. The strong vodka and the magnificent Internationale should match very well.

I laughed, hummed the Internationale, and thought I'd drink some vodka when I got home.

As soon as I parked the car, I jumped out of the car and was about to walk up the stairs when I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Rhein."

Startled, I turned around sharply.

"You... Julian?"

My eyes widened, in disbelief, and it took me a moment to recognize him.

This is the first time I haven't seen him wearing a military uniform outside. The black Chesterfield coat well trims his figure, the exquisite bowler hat carefully covers the brilliance of his silver hair, and the blue-gray cashmere scarf It makes him look gentle.

He is like a classical European nobleman, not like a bloody general.

"Get in the car." His face was hidden under the brim of his hat, and he turned his head backwards, gesturing to my Mercedes-Benz parked behind.

Actually drove a German car?I suddenly understood something, look at this attire, look at this attire, isn't this just pretending to have a tryst with me?

I immediately put on a smiling face and ran over happily.

"Why didn't you come to the party?"

I sat in the back seat with him, and was surprised to find that the driver was Alyosha, the security captain of the White Mansion.

Alyosha raised his eyebrows at me in the rearview mirror, and I stuck out my tongue at him guiltily and shyly.

"It's boring there." He glanced at me.

"It's better to come and see you."

My eyes widened, tsk, this man can really talk.Seeing him too excited, I felt itchy in my heart, took his arm and went straight into his arms, playing hooliganism on him.He pushed me away with a helpless smile and said, "Be obedient."

I bit his earlobe: "I'm very obedient."

Bang, I got a hard hit on the head, and I smirked and sat up straight.

The car drove smoothly on the quiet and deserted road, and soon the Spree River appeared in front of our eyes.Alyosha pulled the car aside and said respectfully to Julian, "General, I'll wait for you here."

"okay."

I got out of the car with him in some surprise, but he didn't make any explanation, just smiled at me: "Come here, Rhine, take a walk with me."

walk?

He came to me in the middle of the night to go for a walk with him?

Hehe, I giggled again, how about taking a walk, and doing whatever you want with Julian.

I walked towards him excitedly.

We walked side by side on the banks of the Spree River, the moon was bright and clear, the snow fell on the side of the road, and the linden tree occasionally dropped a yellow leaf or two, floating on the silver-black water.On a winter night, it was as quiet as a dream.

In the dream, Julian turned into a painting, deeply engraved in my memory.This is the first time we have been alone together outside.

No one spoke, we just walked in silence, leaving our footprints on the river bank, the atmosphere was like the quiet moonlight, I sometimes looked forward, and sometimes turned my head to see the white breath from his lips.

Even the white steam, I think it is gentle.

I suddenly wanted to hold him, so I reached out and took his palm.

He lowered his eyes slightly, smiled knowingly, then raised his eyes and turned his head, staring at me with those green eyes. The moonlight danced on his fan-like silver eyelashes, which made my heart tremble.

He is truly astonishingly beautiful. No matter how many years have passed by, this face makes me fascinated and fascinated like when we first met, making me obsessed and fallen willingly.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, and said softly, "Thank you Lord for letting me find you."

His eyes were as calm as water, and the strength of holding my hand suddenly increased a little.

"I'm a materialist, but I've also thanked the gods because of you."

He took my hand and put it on his lips and kissed it, making my eyes moist.

He tore off the glove of his right hand again, and stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

"It's almost 21 years old, and I still like to cry so much."

I sniffed and felt embarrassed: "It's because of you that I cried."

"I always feel like I'm living an unrealistic dream."

"Why did I meet someone like you, and how could someone like you like me?"

He smiled, his eyes filled with stars.

"What kind of person am I?"

"For me, it is someone who cannot be touched." I raised my head: "Like the moon in the sky, I always look up to it, but I never dream of owning it."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I suddenly became suspicious. I hurriedly looked at him, eager to seek answers.

"Really? I own you, don't I?" I stared into his eyes and saw tenderness turn into flowing water.

He held me in his arms.

"Yes, Rhine, in a way, I am yours."

Enough is enough, even to a degree.

I understand that as the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany, he is not just an ordinary person.He belongs not only to me, but to the Soviets, to communism.He has bright red blood flowing, and shoulders the banner of the socialist revolution.

I get it, your red faith.

Your belief in red is also my belief.All this will not conflict, if you are going towards a better new world, then I should catch up with you and stand by your side.

Because of this thought, I was inexplicably moved.Wrap him tighter, like fear of losing.

Obviously I have it at this moment, but I am afraid of losing it.

I worry now about uncertain events that may occur in the future.

He seemed to feel my uneasiness and lowered his head to kiss me.

We kissed under the linden tree in the cold wind, and the Spree recorded our love.

"I want to go to Moscow," I said to him. "I want to see your country."

"It must be beautiful there."

He bent his eyes: "You will go, and I will take you there."

"Really?"

"real."

He opened his coat and covered me, and said, "I will take you to see the amber birch forest in autumn, the soft swampland, the bloody glow of Lake Baikal, and the setting sun spinning in the golden field."

I laughed, following his discourse fantasy.

"And the red morning light in the apple trees, and the mist that falls on the fir forests in the morning, and the briar bushes in the silence of the night."

He pinched my nose and said dotingly: "The book is not in vain."

I rubbed against his neck: "I am willing to study because of you."

Yes, because of you.

Because of you, I am willing to learn everything about this country.

Because of you, I am willing to follow that strange but lofty belief.

Because it is you, I am willing to entrust myself completely, without any doubt.

If possible, I am willing to dedicate everything to you.

My love, my desire, my dream, my belief.

Everything about me should belong to you.

Julian, my Julian.

I cupped his face and tiptoed to kiss him.

On New Year's Eve in 1952, everything is eternal at this moment, liking turns into deep love, and deep love turns into obsession.

Even if fate is ruthlessly run over by the wheel of the times, even if treacherous conspiracies happen all the time.

My love for Julian, from now on, will never go back.

I can't go back either.