East Berlin's June Boat Song

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I resumed my prayers, and at least his presence let me know that God hadn't abandoned me.

I found the "Bible" that Grandma Niya held in her hand when she prayed every day, carefully wiped the dust on it, and then held it in my heart and recited a passage of the Lord's Prayer.

Devoted and focused, I hunger for Heavenly Father's mercy.

After carefully placing the Bible by the bed, I walked out of the bedroom and glanced at Alan's room.The door of the room was ajar, and there was no one inside, only the little white mouse was locked in the cage, enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun comfortably on the window sill with its feet upturned.

I still don't know why Alan asked me to steal this little mouse. In the past, I might have been interested in finding out whether he was trying to do some experiments, but now I only have that person in my heart.

The enemy whose name I don't even know.

For a week, every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, I crouched in the alley opposite the "Rhine River", staring at the gate of this restaurant from a distance, and everyone who entered or exited was not spared.

However, a week passed and nothing was found.

It can't be that I missed it, as far as his figure is turned into ashes, I can recognize him.I also asked Alan on the sidelines, where is the best place to find Soviet soldiers?Allen, who understood everything in an instant, said that I was crazy, and I was so courageous.

"Will be sent to the Gulag Islands," he threatened me.

"Where is that?" I was at a loss.

Allen looked around and whispered in my ear, "The concentration camp, dear, it's a concentration camp run by the Soviets."

I was shocked. Even if I didn't know the Gulag, I knew what a concentration camp meant.But my mind still wouldn't change. Later, when I was so annoyed that I couldn't help it, Alan waved me away so as not to delay his sweet night with his little boyfriend, and said angrily: "Where else could it be, Karsh? Ster, it’s the Soviet Union that’s in charge there…”

Saying this sentence is the same as not saying it. Although I want to take revenge, I haven't been completely dazzled by hatred.That's the headquarters of the Red Army in East Germany... Is that where I can go?

So I had to honestly guard the opposite side of the restaurant, just like stalking. Finally, on the tenth day, a limousine parked steadily at the gate of the "Rhine River". in my sight.

I covered my mouth to keep myself from laughing too excitedly, and after he entered, I crossed the street with the revolver in my pocket, then walked around the corner not far away, and bought a newspaper at a nearby kiosk.

Hiding under the eaves of the cafe next to the "Rhine", I pretended to read the news by the light of the cafe.

My heart was beating wildly and the newspapers were trembling.Looking back, the other side of the coffee shop is the alley I stepped on in advance. As long as I run in there, climb into the nearest courtyard wall, and pass through the private gardens of several families, I will Can escape smoothly.

I have practiced climbing over the wall here for several nights, and I think that as long as my legs are not frightened, everything will be fine.

Trembling, I lit a cigarette, looked at the trembling hands, and cursed bitterly: Damn it!You have also fought against the Soviets before, so what are you afraid of!

Don't be afraid, Rhine, don't be afraid, think about how he exploded Ron's head, beat your left leg to pieces, and failed your kindness!

I kept cheering myself up, my eyes seemed to be on the newspaper, but in fact I kept staring at the door of the restaurant.

The moment he came out... the moment he came out...

The distance is less than 20 meters, Rhine, you're fine, didn't Ron teach you marksmanship?Use the marksmanship he taught you to avenge him!

Time passed by every minute and every second, my whole body was trembling, and I had the idea of ​​shrinking several times, but I gritted my teeth and persisted.For some reason, there was a sudden cool breeze. I looked up and saw the street lamps extending along the street one by one to the distance, like a ladder leading to the unknown world. I shivered. For a moment I wondered what the hell I was doing...

revenge?Do I really want revenge?Have you considered the consequences of...

All of a sudden, I felt like a dream. I should go back. I shouldn’t provoke big shots. Allen was right. You can’t provoke the Soviets if you provoke anyone...

A brilliant white light flashed, and the revolving door reflected the lights of the restaurant into my face, and then someone came out.

Light blond hair that is almost silver, and a tall and perfect figure under the military uniform...

I stood where I was, feeling all the blood in my body rushing into my brain. I reached into the pocket of my jacket with my right hand as if I had become conscious. I took out a pistol, clicked it into the chamber, pointed it at him, and pulled the trigger.

Simply decisive, without hesitation, without the slightest sloppy.I think I must be so handsome...

However, with the loud bang, I woke up instantly.

I shot?Did I really... shoot?

The crowd began to scream and run away, and my absent-minded eyes refocused on the man. He was clutching his bleeding arm, leaning slightly, leaning on the officer's car and looking at me...

Those teasing green eyes, slightly raised lips...

He was... laughing?

My eyes widened as if I had been struck by lightning. What's going on?

No, I can't stand still anymore, I have to run, Rhine, you have to run!

So I quickly backed up and ran into the alley behind the coffee shop, but I didn't even have time to climb over the wall when I ran in a few steps, and a dull pain came from my back shoulder...

The world was spinning, darkness struck, and the only picture appeared in front of my eyes.

He, is, laughing.

It was damp and dark, as if falling in a cold swamp, his breathing was blocked, his lungs were filled with mud, and his descent seemed endless.

There was severe pain in the abdomen, and in a trance, he was lifted up again by an inexplicable force, and he rose into the warm cloud layer, near the end of the light, and his whole body was bathed in the warm current.

With a bang, I was like a fish being smashed on a hard deck, my body arched involuntarily, and then I opened my eyes in sharp pain, panting heavily, as if I wanted to take the oxygen of the whole world for myself have.

When I woke up, I saw the rough and cold concrete floor.

It was dark and dull, only the water stains on the ground reflected streaks of silvery white.I raised my head with difficulty, and saw a group of people standing not far away, their vision was blurred, and their figures melted into the pale light behind them like a blurred watercolor painting.They seemed to be looking at me, seeming to be communicating, surrounded by a tall figure, who couldn't see clearly, but that dazzling silver...

I felt that my eyelids were heavy, so I closed my eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, I woke up in a trance and saw a pair of military boots on the ground one meter away from me.

I closed my eyes, thinking it was a hallucination, and opened it again a minute later, and found that the military boots were a little closer to me.

"Damn it!" I quickly propped myself up, and the severe pain from all over my body made me gasp.I clutched my stomach, my waist, and my arms and wailed repeatedly, winking with no image at all.

But the man in front of me was very patient. While I was wailing, he stood there quietly, his military boots not moving a bit.After the pain gradually calmed down, I was able to look up at him.

The inexplicably strong aura made me tremble, and I just glanced at it, and I timidly lowered my head.

Damn Rhine, where is your bravery when you shoot?

Suddenly, I realized...and shot...Looking around, looking at the slender legs in front of me, I screamed in my heart——

He is not dead!And I got caught! !

I looked up abruptly, looking at him in disbelief.He lowered his eyes slightly, and there was still an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.In the dark, the pupils are faint green, emitting a light of interest, like a cat that has caught a prey and is not in a hurry to eat it, but wants to play with it first.

I swallowed, and stepped back unconsciously.

"I thought you were brave."

He suddenly opened his mouth and said something, and it was the first time I heard his voice.Just like Siberia in December, the smell of fir forest looms in the vast whiteness, ethereal and distant, with a hint of chill, which makes me feel chills all over in Berlin in summer.

He uses German, which is standard and authentic, without any accent at all, like a native German.

I flinched, not knowing what to say.God!How dare I mess with the wrong people.I suddenly thought of Misha and Alan, and my eyes started to turn red.

The Gulag...will I be sent there?

Seeing that I didn't respond, he took a step forward. I turned pale with fright, and hurriedly hid back, shrank in the corner and raised my head to look at him tremblingly.

His two beautiful eyebrows flicked to the center of his brows, as if he couldn't understand it.But this expression was fleeting, and he changed into a cold expression again, looking at me calmly, without saying a word.

I feel like my heart is about to burst, and I feel like I'm about to freeze to be stared at by such a beauty without any enjoyment.Looking at the officer with the gun on his waist, I really pray that his hands are behind his back, don't move, otherwise I really can't help crying.

After all, Little Rhine was still afraid of death.

As if he had seen through my thoughts, the corner of his mouth raised a subtle arc, and then he raised both hands, his left hand slowly and gracefully tore off the military glove on his right hand, revealing ivory-white fingers with distinct knuckles, and the five fingers moved slightly , exuding a lustrous luster like cold jade in the dark.

He stared at me, and slowly lowered his right hand to the gun on his waist.

With a click, he opened the holster.

I was shocked and my eyes widened.

He began to caress the handle of the gun, and his slender fingers like asparagus rubbed on the black metal, tender and lingering, as if he was touching something extraordinary.God!What I saw at this moment was that my throat tightened, and I forgot that he could pull out a gun to collapse me at any time.

Rhine, Rhine, you are a womanizer, you really deserved your death.

Just when I was about to turn red, he suddenly stopped, and snapped the holster on again.Then he took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of me.

I swallowed and saw him stretch out his right hand and squeeze it tightly on my jaw.

The cold and soft touch made me tremble all over, and I was about to hide my eyes unconsciously, but his strength was so great that he locked any of my movements tightly.

"Rhein Müller."

He called my name, and to hide my guilt and fear, I stared at him bitterly.

"It's me!" I gritted my teeth, like a little leopard that could pounce on him at any time.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the light golden eyelashes fell like a fan, covering up the emotions in his pupils, and then he lifted them up in an instant, looking at me more meaningfully.The soft eyes caressed my face like tentacles, sliding from the forehead to the tip of the nose, and then fell on the lips to the chin.

After going back and forth like this, no less than three times, I was drenched in cold sweat...

Holy Son Jesus, is this the trial of the Soviets...

I felt my throat tighten and I couldn't stop trembling. The vicious expression just disappeared, and I only felt fatigue coming in waves.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

I was taken aback, how do I know who you are?

"You are a Soviet soldier..."

That's not the answer, but it's really the only fact I know.

He smiled, and actually put on some bright colors, which brightened the whole cell a few degrees. Of course, I was dumbfounded.

"I am Julian Azrael."

"Julian Azrael..." I read his name after him, and then said in a daze, "I don't know..."

He smiled again, like the bright sunshine in early spring, reminiscent of the pink and white apple blossoms growing in Ireland, falling with the wind, and I stood under the tree, letting the flowers rain on my shoulders.

Maybe my expression was too ignorant, he let go of his hand, as if he was satisfied with my reaction, he stood up and put on the gloves.

Seeing that he was about to leave, my mind froze and I opened my mouth to ask, "Will you kill me?"

My heart was beating wildly, and I saw him turn around slowly, his eyes slashing at my face.

"What do you think?"

I opened my mouth, and tears flowed out in a flash.

What do I think?

The Soviets' hatred of the Germans is well known, what do you think and what do I think?

I held back my tears and didn't start sobbing until he left the cell and disappeared at the end of the prison corridor.

I'm only 19 years old, and the half-year rent that Alan gave me has not been spent yet, do I really want to...

Died young?