East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Natasha Vladimir Ivanovna, a senior KGB spy, code-named "Dark Blue".

I looked at Natasha in the photo, with her beautiful face, charming blue eyes, long golden hair tied up in a neat bun behind her head, wearing a KGB uniform and wearing a folded hat. The boat-shaped bonnet is smiling sweetly at me.

He was selected as a training target since he was a child. Whether it is "special training" for female agents or basic military training, he has achieved excellent results, and his firearms skills are especially superb, which is unmatched in the same class.

Oh, Natasha, a perfect "swallow," a swallow with a broken wing, dead in the filth and mud.

After I put the files back, I stood up, only to feel that my feet were weak, and I touched my forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.Recalling Natasha's days with us, I'm not even aware of it.

Is she pretending too well, or am I too slow?

But...but why...

I couldn't help smiling wryly, and my steps staggered when I walked out of the archive room, I didn't want to care about those lights anymore, let's light up one by one!Light up my ignorant clown!Let me take a good look at all the conspiracies!

I forgot how I got out of Building [-] and out of the Stasi headquarters, probably not losing my ability to drive, because by the time I realized it I was already under a boulevard at the University of Berlin.

I silently stared at this speakeasy that used to shine brightly, where rock music was crazy, and showgirls laughed wildly. Now it has been transformed into a bookstore with soft music and simple decoration.

I met the manager of the bookstore - the former bar owner who spent half a year in the Stasi.I really don't understand how he was able to switch back and forth between these two professions. Later, after I had enough life experience, I realized that there are many seemingly opposite things in this world that are not in conflict.

A gaudy girl dancing on a pole can be a mathematician devoted to solving formulas, a swinger brother who worries about his studies all day can be a genius recognized by the medical school, and a crazy and passionate love can turn into a deep hatred that cannot be resolved. Behind the supposed reality lies an unbelievably terrible lie...

I looked at the man whose eyes were clamped like two commas on the wide face, and took out a photo of Allen.

"He, do you still have any impression?" The voice of the inquiry was indifferent, but please forgive me for it is really difficult to raise my friendly temperature.

In the face of the cruel reality that has not been revealed, Rhine has already fallen into an ice cave.

"This person..." The owner frowned, "I have a little impression..."

"He used to be a regular visitor to your place."

"Oh no!" He denied me very quickly: "He must have not been here a few times."

"Remember how your bar closed down?" I tried my best to give him some hints. He stared at Alan's photo and thought about it. After a while, he suddenly took a picture of the table!

"Remember, remember! That's him, that's the damn guy! I'm in trouble for him!" he yelled angrily, and then quickly snarled after glancing at my Stasi uniform. laughed.

"Mr. Police, please forgive what I said just now. It should be thanks to him that I avoided falling into the trap of imperialist corruption, hehe..."

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you."

"Sorry, sorry, um." He lifted his chin, lost in memory: "I didn't plan to open that day, but he was a rich master, and he came here once or twice before, with a Mao about his age. The young man looks very good-looking... it seems... oh! It's you!!"

His eyes widened, and he cried out in disbelief.

"Oh God, please forgive me!"

"It's okay, you continue."

He coughed twice in embarrassment, and said: "The reason why I am impressed is because he is a handsome man with a lot of money. A person who has a photographic memory... Well, I don’t want to brag, anyway, I was still sleepy that day, when he knocked on the door suddenly, saying he wanted to have some fun.”

"There is no reason not to make money when the money is handed over to him. He played rock music and called our cat girl. Of course, it opened after three o'clock in the afternoon. Naturally, it also attracted some people who have nothing to do after class. Student. He had the craziest play that day, freaked out our cat girls, and then you know, it's all right sir! We just listened to some banned music and got framed for information, God ! I swear on my honor..."

"So, you were closed that day, but he forced you to open?"

"Yes! That's the reason! But it made me miserable, and I spent more than half a year in prison! Hey sir, but I remember that he was fine, didn't he? He was taken out early in the morning, as if he It's a relationship..."

As he was talking, he realized that he had said something wrong again, and lowered his head embarrassingly.But I didn't have the mentality to understand his reaction, as if something exploded in my mind again, and my throat was tightly strangled.

It took me a long time to recover, and I briefly explained not to tell anyone that I had been here to do research, then drove away and returned home.

Sitting in an empty house and smoking a cigarette, I was so shocked by the gradually clear thinking that I was speechless.His thoughts gradually diverged, and more terrible associations flooded into his mind. He could only relieve his fear and panic by smoking.

Let's go, do you want to leave?A voice said that it is still too late to leave, everything is just speculation, without any evidence, pretending to know nothing, maybe you can live on as before.

let's go!Rhine!Hurry up and leave before he comes back!

But the reality is often cruel and ruthless, Allen pushed the door open in the next second.

I stubbed out my cigarette in a panic and forced a stiff smile.

"What's the matter? He smiled and said, "Do you still remember that you have a home recently? "

He took off his coat, and I caught a whiff of cologne.

"Have you started wearing perfume lately?"

He nodded: "Yes, I can't continue to be depressed, I am no longer popular with girls."

He winked at me playfully, and the cross necklace shone brightly around his neck, and my heart suddenly ached beyond measure.

"But I like the smell of disinfectant on your body... Alan, why did you cover it up with other smells? No, did you cover it up..."

"What are you doing?"

I raised my eyes to meet his slightly surprised gaze, I wanted to shut up, but I couldn't control my mouth, my voice trembled enough to reveal all my emotions.

After experiencing the initial surprise, Allen's expression eased.How I wish he could angrily grab my collar and say what I said to Milk, but he rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"What do you think?"

With a soft voice, he walked towards me step by step with a smile on his face, but I backed away in horror and fell down on the sofa in a panic.

"Why are you asking me now, but are afraid to hear my answer. That is to say, you already have the answer in your heart, and you don't accept that answer."

"No, Alan, don't say that again, you're right, I'm afraid..."

I begged him crying, my vision already blurred by tears.He held my face in his hands, took out his handkerchief, and gently wiped away the hot tears.

"Rhein, didn't you investigate me? Oh, you want to ask me why I know? Because I also have observation ability beyond ordinary people... That kind of ability is not a space..."

"No!" I pushed him away and covered my ears: "I don't want to listen! I don't want to listen!"

"You just dare not face it!" Allen got up from the ground, rushed towards me with red eyes, grabbed my head, and forced me to look at him: "You just dare not face reality! Rhine, because you are a coward What a coward! But cowardice and timidity don’t last long in this world, you can only survive to the end if you develop an invulnerable heart, do you understand!”

"You, what are you talking about, Alan..." I burst into tears and couldn't make a sound at all.

"Yes... Maybe you don't understand what I'm saying now, but you will understand... Rhine, then let me say something you can understand... Oh, Rhine, please don't hate me, please... you want That's right, I'm a spy, I'm an MI[-] spy!"

He almost yelled hysterically, as if the emotions he had suppressed for a long time broke out completely at this moment, he hugged me who was shaking my head frantically, and kept kissing my face.

"Rhein, don't hate me... Please, don't hate me..."

I felt dizzy, his kisses were too much for me.

"Then..." I turned my head to look at his grief-stricken face: "Natasha, did you kill her?"

He froze, all expressions froze on his face, and then turned into two more turbulent tears.

"I don't want to either... Oh, I like her, she's a good girl... I... I didn't think she didn't shoot at all, she didn't even hide..."

"That's because...that's because!" I broke free from his embrace vigorously, grabbed his shoulders, pressed him firmly on the sofa, and gave him two punches.

"That's because Natasha really loves you...she really loves you!"

I screamed, and hot tears fell on his face, mixing with his tears.He lost his mind for a moment, and then parted the corners of his mouth and smiled serenely.

"I know... I've always known..."

"But what can I do?" He stretched out his hand to touch my face: "You just haven't experienced this kind of despair..."

"Oh Rhine, why didn't you ask me why I was a spy? Why didn't you ask me when I became a spy?"

"Because you are afraid, no, not only you are afraid, but I am also afraid...I probably won't be able to get anyone's forgiveness."

"But," his expression suddenly brightened again: "I don't regret it at all!"

"Why? Alan, why did you do this!" I pushed him and cried loudly, slapped him hard, holding the delusion that I could wake him up, and when I came back to my senses, I kissed him regretfully.

"Why... you ask me why?"

"Then I'll tell you, why..."

His eyes began to soften and soften, no longer the cynicism of the past, but fell into a deep, insoluble sadness, he gently hugged my waist, and let my tears fall on his face.He seems to be looking at me, but that gaze has already penetrated all essence and fell to an unreachable distance.

"Rhein, do you know? I have someone I love very, very much. I love him so much that it seems that I can die for him without hesitation. It's just as it should be."

He choked up a little, and continued: "But I know very well that he doesn't love me. He... how should I put it? He is the best person I have ever met. He seems to like everyone, but he never loves anyone. I couldn't get his gaze, so I thought, maybe, maybe I can get closer to him and do something for him, as long as I can see him, I'm satisfied..."

"But one day, one day... I found out that he seemed to be in love with someone. Yes, he was in love with someone, maybe he didn't even realize it, but I found out. Because I love so much He, even though the person he loves is not me."

Alan cried out, with big tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling: "I'm very sad, but I'm not sad because I can't get his love, but because he can't get it just like me." That love makes me sad. It’s great, Rhine. I even hope that person can love him, so that he won’t experience my pain. But I don’t have that ability, and I’m still going further and further on the opposite road, with my own eyes Seeing him is getting more and more desperate. Who in this world can change someone's heart at will?"

"No one, no one can change. We can only accept the result. Rhine, we can only accept the result."

"But is this the reason? Oh, Rhine, I don't know either..."

"Can this be a reason?"

He didn't wait for me to speak, he was completely immersed in his own world, and began to talk gibberish to himself.I couldn't understand these words at the time, but later, whenever I thought of Alan's tearful confession that night, countless knives would be pierced in my heart, making me cry for him all night.

"I don't know, Rhine... My heart hurts, it hurts because he doesn't love me, it hurts because of Natasha's death, it hurts because you are about to hate me..."

"No!" I buried my head in his neck, crying bitterly: "I don't hate you...how could I hate you...you are my best friend, six years, Alan... these six years year i..."

I was sobbing, his whimpers were right next to my ears.We hugged each other and cried on the sofa. After a long time, I let go of him and pulled him up.

"You go! Alan, you go! Go to West Berlin before they make a move, and then go to England!" My chest rose and fell violently, showing extremely firm determination.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and took a step back: "No, I can't go yet..."

"You're going to die!" I held him back: "Don't you know who are the people around me? Don't you know who I am?!"

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, but quickly calmed down. He had completely calmed down, so he began to restore a gentle and quiet smile.

"Rhein, it's not that simple, I can't leave yet, and they can't touch me."

"why?"

"Because, hehe..." Allen smiled wryly and shook his head: "Perhaps, it's not the best time yet..."

"When the time comes, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

"Then... then I won't leave."

"Alan!" I laughed back angrily, "It took me so many years to realize that you are the most cowardly person!"

I went forward and grabbed the cross around his neck: "You tell Jesus that you will give up your life!"

"you say!"

I grabbed his chin viciously, pinching his flesh white.He wanted to struggle in a panic, his eyes didn't dare to fall on the cross.But after twisting for a while, he calmed down again, staring at the cross in a daze, showing an inexplicable smile.

"You're right, Rhine."

He looked up at me: "I shouldn't die, at least for now, I can't die."

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PS: The beautiful agents in the KGB generally use beauty, X services and other means to obtain information, collectively referred to as "swallows".The opposite male is called "crow".