East Berlin's June Boat Song

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"You are hypoglycemic, Mr. Muller."

After feeding me a spoonful of granulated sugar, Alan Crowder proposed to eat at a high-end restaurant called "Rhine am Rhein" in the urban area, as his gift to me.

"I haven't agreed to let you live here yet!" I struggled to sit up from the sofa, trying to smoke a cigarette.

Allen grinned, narrowed his eyes and smiled like a shrewd fox: "You will let me live here because you need money and company."

So I was dragged by this man who I had known for less than half an hour to the "Rhine Riverside" in the urban area to eat high-end charcoal-grilled pig's trotters. In the restaurant, there was a live performance of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. [-], and a huge crystal The chandelier casts a gorgeous but not gaudy light, the waiters in stiff collar suits shuttle back and forth, and I wear an old pilled sweater, which is out of place but still at ease.

The piano music is really nice. Looking at the performer playing the piano, I can't help but envy.

After wiping my greasy mouth with a white napkin, I let out a contented sigh.You must know that poor Rhine has never eaten in such a high-end restaurant. I think I must bring Misha there next time I have money.

Allen stared at me with interest and said, "Can I not use honorifics for you? It seems that I am older than you."

"Whatever you want." I shrugged, "Just call me Rhine."

He smiled and rolled his eyes, and said, "You can call me Alan. I am 20 years old and I am a student studying at the Humboldt University School of Medicine in Berlin."

I looked him up and down, med school, lucky guy.

He cut the steak gracefully with a knife and fork, and ate it slowly. Seeing that my plate was empty, he thoughtfully ordered another foie gras and truffle soup.

He shook his red wine glass and clinked with me, and said in a flustered manner, "We can come here often in the future."

"Why?" I was a little stunned.

"Because I like to eat the steak here."

"No, I'm asking why did you come with me?"

"Eating alone is lonely. I don't have many friends at school." He blinked: "They're all nerds."

I curled my lips and didn't reply.

With a smile, he approached me and asked me in a low voice: "Rhein, has anyone told you that you look good?"

I blushed and nodded: "Yes."

"That's it." He blinked: "You accompany me to this kind of place, I have face."

I keenly grasped the key information, so I raised my eyebrows and asked, "So you invite me every time?"

"Of course, my dear landlady."

The wine glasses collided, and the mellow wine flowed down the throat. Could it be that the good days of Little Rhine are finally coming?

So Alan Crowder, a medical student, moved his luggage to my simple two-bedroom and one-living room the next day.After asking for my opinion, he called a decorator to renovate and remodel the entire house. It took three days to give this old apartment a new look.

Looking at the double-glazed windows printed with cornflower patterns, the white gauze curtains embroidered with elegant floral patterns, the unique snowflake-shaped crystal lamps, the beige sofa covered with Kashmiri blankets, and the scent of pine resin The wooden floor and the light gray plaid wallpaper intertwined with silver thread, I was stunned to the spot, thinking why this person is so rich, why doesn't he just buy an apartment?

Alan smiled and supported my shoulders and stood in front of the window, saying, "Look, you can see the Brandenburg Gate from here."

"So what?"

He shook his head, as if he felt that I was a little puzzled: "I like this place very much, and your apartment has the best view in this row of apartments."

"Besides, it's very close to my school, the Bodhi Tree Street." He lit up a cigarette comfortably, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the expensive leather shoes on his feet were polished brightly: "I will bring the girls back later." convenient."

I widened my eyes and said, "You sleep in my room!"

Allen snorted and asked, "Why?"

"No reason!" I rushed into the bedroom angrily and started to pack my things. I didn't want him to do that kind of thing in Grandma Niya's bedroom.

After a while, he seemed to realize that he was laughing wildly in the living room.

Later I found out that this young man from Dresden was a typical playboy. Not only did he bring all kinds of girls back, but one day I opened the door and saw him kissing a young boy on the sofa in the living room.

The two disheveled bodies were entangled, he breathed quickly and reached into the shirt of the boy under him, the boy also responded enthusiastically to him, seeing that they were going to the next step, I was so embarrassed that my eyes widened .But the boy was still hooking his neck, looking at me with a flushed face, and then at Alan, rubbing against his face affectionately like a puppy, and asked coquettishly: "Is he joining too? "

Allen kissed him fondly on the lips, and said softly, "He can't, he's afraid of pain."

I almost exploded in place, my limbs moved stiffly, and I kept saying to myself, bear with it, bear with it, and talk to damn Allen after they are over.I hid in the bedroom, and soon I heard the sound of um, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh from the living room. It made my scalp tingle, and I was inexplicably excited while feeling sick.

Damn, the last time was two months ago, at the 16-year-old prostitute that Misha introduced.Thinking of the girl's graceful body, my heart couldn't help but start to rippling. Just as I took off my pants and was about to close my eyes and satisfy myself, there was a knock on the door.

Allen's head was covered with sweat, his red hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his right arm was lifted up against the door, his eyes were blurred, and the aftertaste of orgasm was still on his face, making him look extremely charming.

Panting slightly, he said, "Do you want to go out for dinner?"

I glanced out and saw that the living room was empty.

Seeing that I had no intentions, he smiled and said, "Okay, I must go to the bedroom next time. I didn't expect you to be so unacceptable. I thought you were very trendy."

"I... I'm very trendy! There's nothing unacceptable about this, I'm just afraid of disturbing your interest"

I lied, but I can't blush anymore.

"Yes, it's already the second half of the [-]th century!" Allen grabbed me and said, "You must keep pace with the times, little Rhine, otherwise you will be unpopular."

I pushed him away impatiently, and said angrily: "Then change your clothes quickly, I don't like the smell on your body."

He grabbed his shirt and smelled it, and said with a smirk, "It smells like a man."

After that, Alan gradually integrated into my life, and even Misha began to pay attention to this wealthy college student tenant.Allen spent a lot of money. He took us to many high-end restaurants, but the one I love the most is the "Rhineside". I can see that Misha likes him quite a bit.

"Good luck, my dear friend." Misha whispered drunkenly in my ear, "Remember to raise the rent every year."

Rent... Rent...

I was stunned, it turned out that it was almost three months, and I completely forgot to ask Alan for the rent!

Rhine, Rhine, you've been a poor ghost all your life!

So that night when I was going to ask Allen for the rent, he was sitting under the lamp in front of the bedroom window scratching his head, as if he was covered in lice.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

His hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were covered with bruises, and his face was as pale as a patient suffering from consumption. Under the light, he moved his lips feebly, raised his head and said, "I can't finish reading. "

"What can't you finish watching?"

"Pathology." Pointing to a huge book on the table, he said, "the exam is coming soon."

"Pathology, I've heard of it." I flipped through it, and saw familiar knowledge on the first few pages.

Alan's eyes widened slightly, and he said, "You still know this, little Rhine, you should go to study instead of me."

I flipped through the pathological theory book again, and it was completely incomprehensible like a bible. I remembered that I read this book with great enthusiasm when I was in nursing school, and everyone laughed at that time. My heart is higher than the sky.

When he was in a trance, Alan seemed to think of something, pulled me and said, "You can go to school with me!"

"Ah this..."

Before I had time to refute, I was rushed to Humboldt University in Berlin by Allen.

I have been to this university since I was a child. Although it is very close to home, I always avoid it on purpose.Those gray-yellow buildings with a long history and colorful avenues will always bring back some heart-wrenching memories, and the memories will become poison that dissolves in the blood, eroding the hard-won soul again.

However, this time I was taken to the medical school building by Allen before I could feel sentimental, and then I was pushed into a laboratory with a strong pungent smell that made me unable to breathe. He gestured for the share he was looking for Sample, told me to wait for him in front of the building as soon as I found it.

"What about you?" I asked.

He whispered, "I'm going to the professor's office."

"doing what?"

"Of course it is to find something that can be used!"

"You're going to steal the answer!" I exclaimed.

He was startled, and quickly covered my mouth: "Little Rhine, that's not the answer, it's just a set of data, just help me find it, remember, it's a white one with a red butt A bit of a mouse. You've got to keep the patrol out of sight of you, and--

"Don't turn on the light, my dear."

This is too difficult!I looked at the gloomy laboratory, swallowed, and had to admit, I was scared again.

At night, only the moonlight seeps in through the gaps in the blinds, and some weird light shines in the dark laboratory, as if it comes from some glass containers. As for what is in those containers, although I don’t want to know, I can’t. Drive out those terrible associations.

Walking in lightly, it was too quiet and heard some creaking sounds, like ants crawling into the ears along the blood vessels, which gave me goosebumps all over my body.

Damn Alan, do I owe him that?

I tried my best not to look at the glass containers on the shelves on both sides, and I was careful not to touch any equipment and instruments.

By the moonlight, I came to the area where the experimental rats were kept, and sure enough, those rustling sounds were made by these little guys.I opened the blinds to let the moonlight and street lamps in, God!There are at least twenty mice here, the one with the red spot on the bottom, the one with the red spot on the bottom...

Ah, here it is!I saw that little thing was rolling in a small glass box the size of a palm, so I carefully opened the lid of the glass box and put my hand in.

"Damn it! Don't move!"

I cursed at it, and there was a tingling in my finger.

"Hiss, dare to bite me!" I held this little thing bitterly, and it kept struggling with its big eyes.

I thought that Rhine was 19 years old, although he was not serious, but at least he shouldn't bother with a mouse, so I stuffed it into the pocket of my jacket and prepared to go back the same way.

Everything should have been going well, but I didn't expect that when I went out, there was a sudden itching on my waist, and then my skin seemed to be being eaten by something. I couldn't help shivering a few times and then bumped into a swivel chair.I hurriedly supported the chair so as not to make any noise, but I didn't expect to see a strange thing soaked in a glass container on the shelf just as I looked up.

It's the line of sight...it's really the line of sight...there's a fucking brain in it! !

Pale face, this, this...

I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to breathe out, and I was sweating all over. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t really be a human head...

Swallowing, curiosity drove me closer to find out, take your time, Rhine, don't be afraid, you haven't seen any dead people, don't be cowardly...

"Who?!"

In the moment my eyes were white, I screamed, my butt fell to the ground, and then I started yelling, "I was wrong! I was wrong! I am wrong! I am wrong !!! Ahhh! I shouldn't have looked at you, I shouldn't have offended you!!"

I stomped on the ground randomly, but nothing seemed to happen, so I opened my fingers tremblingly, and then I saw the lights in the laboratory turned on, and there were two surprised men standing at the door.

I was stunned, and then a thunderbolt struck in my heart, it's over, let alone being found out, I'm going to lose my life now!

"Who are you? Are you a medical student?" The short, fat old man standing in front of me looked at me through thick glasses with suspicion on his face.

I hurriedly got up and quickly made up an excuse in my mind, but after thinking for a long time, I hesitated and couldn't say a complete sentence: "I...I...I am..."

"what!"

Damn it, the mouse bit me again, I clutched my side and leaned over, gasping for air hissingly.

"what happened to you?"

It was a complex voice, mellow but light, caring but vigilant. I looked up and saw the tall young man in an off-white suit and delicate gold-rimmed glasses standing behind the fat old man, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Brown eyes imply an unknown meaning.

I thought badly.

How can I speak, if I don’t look for a chance to run away, I am afraid that these two people will call the police. In desperation, I took a few steps forward, and suddenly shouted to the outside: "You are here!"

Sure enough, as I expected, the two people turned around quickly after they hit the road. Taking advantage of this gap, I ran over quickly, knocked the fat old man to the ground and screamed. There was no time to take care of me, who was running away in a hurry along the stairs.

Later, Allen praised me, saying that I broke a rib of his pathology professor, made the old man lie on the bed for half a month, and successfully postponed the exam to six. month.

Ellen put his arms around me, so excited he almost kissed me on the cheek.I felt sore in my heart, thinking that it would be fine to be bitten by a mouse. I don't want to be infected with some inexplicable virus.

Alan patted his chest and assured me: "Don't worry, those rats are cleaner than you!"

I rolled my eyes and reached out to him.

"What?" He frowned suspiciously.

"Rent, my dear Mr. Claude, three months! I don't think you would like to be kicked out by me!"

Allen smiled and took out a few large bills from his wallet and stuffed them into my hand: "Half a year, little Rhine, let's have a good time with your Comrade Wolf."