East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Why?Why is he here?

Julian just knelt down on one knee, clutching his chest and looking towards me.

I couldn't see how much blood was seeping from his fingers, how much pain was attacking him.The plainclothes soldiers behind him rushed up and surrounded him, but he slowly raised his hand to let them retreat.

He was the only one left, looking at me calmly and expressionlessly.

The green eyes under the silver hair, even though they are so far apart, are full of unbelievable and betrayed hatred, waves and overlapping waves.Large tracts of mournful colors overflowed the night sky, and blatant despair rushed over.

My eyes widened, I was so frightened that I even forgot to breathe, and the chills crazily penetrated into the marrow of my bones.How I wanted to rush back and tell him that I didn't betray, that I didn't shoot him on purpose...but Richard's warm blood was still dripping on my hands, and I had to face the reality.

This American cannot die, let alone fall into the hands of Julian.

As long as he meets Julian, he will take me and Sasha and blackmail him to death.It is entirely conceivable what kind of conspiratorial light will shoot out of Richard's eyes, and at that time Julian can't touch him, so he can only be controlled by him!

It would be better to kill him...

No, that absolutely cannot happen.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I looked at the face staring at me and kept apologizing, but apologizing would only make things worse, would only add salt to the wound, would only deepen his despair and sadness.

I could only turn my head cruelly and stop looking at him.

I backed away with Richard in my arms, gritted my teeth, boarded the car, and sped away.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the carriage. I opened the window to let the cold wind pour in, but I heard Richard's suppressed groan, and closed the window again in a daze.The scene just happened made me feel like falling into a dream. Did I really shoot Julian?Hit him in the chest?Is it the left breast or the right breast?

Will he... die?

I was so scared that I burst into tears, the hands holding the steering wheel began to tremble, and the car body kept shaking. Richard lay in the back seat and looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. The mocking voice pierced through my crying. my eardrums.

"Since you've done it, don't regret it." His voice was filled with pain: "Be a man!"

"Whoa! Who cares! I'm going to fuck you because of you, you bloody American! Damn Yankee! Son of a bitch! Whoa, my Julian, my Julian... how bad he must be It hurts!"

Richard's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect that I could scold him so vulgarly, but Rhine is essentially a gangster, and he didn't have any elegant words in his mind when he was confused.I was almost crying while driving, until when I came to the gate of the CIA Berlin operation base in Durham, he said bitterly: "You opened my eyes today."

I supported him sobbing and crying, put him at the door and was about to run away, but he grabbed me with his good hand.

I turned around in surprise and looked back at the bloody man.

"Rhein, do you know that you are betraying?"

In the twilight of dawn, his gray pupils became transparent, flickering with sincerity and emotion, and his voice unexpectedly trembled with sobs.

"Stay here, what can be given to you over there, I can also give to you here."

"No!" I shook off his hand without hesitation: "You can never give me what I want!"

"Go back, you will most likely die..." He almost said these words through gritted teeth.

I stepped back step by step: "Even if I die, I will die by his side."

After finishing speaking, I rushed to the Ford parked on the side of the road without looking back, and quickly fled out before being spotted by the guards at the operation base. In the rearview mirror, I saw Richard sitting at the gate being surrounded by the guards. Crowded, still staring at the direction I left.

I slam on the gas pedal.

Yes, Richard was right, my behavior was a betrayal, not only a betrayal of the camp, but a betrayal of his feelings.What face do I have to face him?Son Jesus, how could I do such a thing? !

I cursed myself, rubbed my sore head and galloped all the way to the checkpoint, and drove quickly to downtown East Berlin under the surprised eyes of the guards at the checkpoint.My thoughts are in a mess, Karlshorst can't go for the time being, if I get detained, it's really over, I have to go home to deal with the blood on my body, and then use the Stasi to inquire about Julian's news.

Parking the car on the side of the road, I climbed up to the fifth floor in a daze, and I froze in place as soon as I opened the door.

In the dimly lit living room, stood a very familiar figure.

Under the coat, his chest was covered with bandages, and the deep red spread across his chest. His face was pale and bloodless, his forehead was covered with fine and dense beads of sweat, and his lips were a cold blue-purple.In the dawn light, his figure was so lonely and sad, standing in front of the window, his pale green eyes were as cold as ice.

But the moment I opened the door, all the coldness melted instantly and turned into a pool of gentle snow water.

I pursed my lips and called his name, tears burst out again, and I rushed forward to hold him in my arms!

He didn't say anything, just hugged me.

The silence is like a mountain, and the arms around my shoulders are so powerful, with unstoppable trembling, and the unbelievable and forbearable ecstasy of regaining it.

"Julian... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't betray you, really..."

I cried so much that I didn't even dare to look at the bandages on his chest, so I cried and said, "Why aren't you in the hospital? You're seriously injured and you're going to die!"

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to wait for you..."

He raised the corners of his bloodless mouth, his voice seemed broken.The trembling and wet eyelashes held my face sadly and gratifiedly, and gave me an affectionate and beautiful smile.

"Fortunately, it's time to wait."

A few words exhausted all his strength, and he instantly collapsed into my arms. I hugged this body that had never been so weak in panic, and kissed him desperately.

It turned out that he had been waiting for me, the one who shot him with my own hands.He didn't care if I betrayed him at all, he only cared if I would come back.

Is he actually, afraid that I will leave him?

I held him in my arms with great heartache, and sat on the sofa. He lifted his eyelids and stared at me weakly, refusing to fall asleep, as if he was afraid that I would disappear, or that my return was only for him. A warming dream in the midst of severe pain.Hot tears splashed on his pale face, the temperature made him feel me exactly.He laughed innocently and silently, stubbornly refusing to close his eyes.

There was blood in the gray lips, lingering between the white teeth.I leaned down and licked him, and he looked into the depths of his pupils, deep, bright, and softly shining eyes, dripping with dreamlike joy.

These are the best eyes in the world and I can't resist kissing them.

I pulled the blanket over him again, trying to give him all my warmth.

"I will never leave you, I will not betray you, I will be by your side until we grow old and die..."

I kept making promises, whispering softly in his ear like coaxing a child, soothing his hanging heart with gentle kisses, and telling him over and over again that I am here and I will always be here.

After a long time, he finally closed his eyes.

With a relieved smile in his mouth, he fell asleep in my arms.The temperature of the body is colder than imagined, and it is so fragile that it will shatter in the next second.I can't believe how he dragged his seriously injured body alone in the empty apartment in the middle of the night and waited for me in despair.There is no one around him, where are the guards?Has he all gone?To protect me?

I wept silently, but I didn't dare to cry loudly, for fear of disturbing him who finally fell asleep.

Had he ever guessed in despair that I would not come back?What will he do if I don't come back?

Oh Julian, I stroked his soft hair, and for the first time, I realized that this man really fell in love with me.

Although he never said he loves me, I believe he is in love with me.

But Julian, you are so afraid of losing, I will not leave you, but what about that person?

Can we bear the pain of losing him?

Later, Alyosha and the others came and took me and Julian to the hospital. It wasn't because I was also injured. On the contrary, I was very lucky this time, but because a certain general refused to let go of my grip in a coma. hand.We spent the next few days in the hospital in Karlshorst.

Many people came to see him, and the reason given was that he was accidentally hit by a stray bullet while shooting a target.Of course, only high KGB officials like Evgeny knew that he was wounded in West Berlin.There is no need to hide from the KGB, because sooner or later they will find out.

However, I was not among the reasons for the injury.Rhine Müller, who was dealing with traitors in West Berlin at the time, had nothing to do with General Azrael, who was attacked inexplicably in West Berlin.

I don't know how he suppressed this matter, but Alyosha told me the reason why he went to West Berlin.He knew immediately after I got rid of the GRU and the KGB. He thought that I was kidnapped by Richard's gang, and he led the team to rescue me without even thinking about it.

"That's not like him. You know, as a commander, he can't do such a thing. It's risking his military career and the entire regiment." Alyosha glanced at me.

"But because it's you, I can understand. But Rhine, who did you see at the time? Why did you shoot at us in turn? Could it be..."

Alyosha guessed the truth cleverly, so I had no choice but to nod, presumably Julian understood who I was seeing the moment I shot.Not some unimportant agent or spy, but the CIA's second-in-command, the head of the Berlin Operations Base, Richard Helms.

And at that time, I'm afraid he really thought I was leaving with Richard.

Thinking of this, my nose is sore again, how painful must it be for him to stand in front of the window while waiting for me for a few hours?

No one to comfort him, no one to take care of him.

Waiting for me alone in the dark, desperate, making a hopeless bet.

It turned out that he would also have such vulnerable moments.

I looked into the ward, and Sonia was gently wiping his cheeks with a wet towel and dabbing some moisturizer on his parched lips.

Women are careful, but I would just lick him.

But experience has proved that the more you lick, the more dry you are, but the more dry you are, the more you have to lick. At the end of the licking, the tongue will eventually sweep the whole body up and down.

I'm a rascal, I thought, thinking about pornography at the moment, and thinking about how to lick him.

Alyosha looked at me suspiciously.

"Rhein, your expression is so perverted."

"Really?" I curled my lips, and tears fell again: "Alyosha, in fact, I am really a pervert. The one who is not perverted, why doesn't he come to see him?"

"Are you talking about Colonel Kopatsky?" Alyosha smiled brightly: "The matter of the general has been blocked a long time ago. Colonel Kopatsky must have not received the news, otherwise he would have come here a long time ago. You must know that the relationship between the two is the closest." good."

"Yes, that's the best. He'd better get the message to see him soon, because I want to see him too."

I stared at the unconscious Julian in the ward, and said word by word:

"I really want to see him."