Battle of the Rhine

Michael had never provoked Quincy all day, and he hadn't even spoken to the volatile landlord in the three days before this.Michael believes that if you can't control your tongue, just stay away.This week, the longest conversation between him and Quincy was about Wednesday dinner. Michael bought a hamburger with meat and pickles. The chair was hard. He ate a few bites and got up to go to the refrigerator. bottle of cola.

Quincy misunderstood what he meant, and said bluntly, "You are not allowed to eat in the bedroom."

"I know." Michael took out the Coke, opened the bottle cap, and there was a "bang". Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Quincy trembling as if frightened.

This Sunday, Michael drove out early in the morning. The Isar River was sparkling in the late autumn morning, the mist drifted, and there were pedestrians in twos and threes.After church, he ate lunch in the jeep, then had drinks with Oliver, and didn't return to the house until eight o'clock in the evening.Quincy was sitting by the fireplace reading a book—he liked the place, probably because of the warmth.He was wrapped in a woolen coat, and the firelight danced in his golden hair.Michael didn't dare to say hello. He drank alcohol. If he couldn't control his expression, Quincy would inevitably get angry again.After changing his slippers, he slipped to the second floor, took a shower, brushed his teeth and went to bed, and recited a few words before going to sleep.Soft tails, stinky mushrooms, monkeys, Michael closed his eyes and thought about moving, renting an apartment...

"...Let go," Michael grabbed those two hands, how funny, the person struggling to survive was replaced by him, "You..."

Quincy muttered something, not German or Bavarian dialect, but a completely foreign language.Michael was dizzy and having trouble breathing, damn it, he should have thought!The best way to vent your anger is to directly cut off the enemy's neck, which is more enjoyable than using a knife.He kicked both legs, and kicked Quincy's lower abdomen. The man swayed, unmoved, and continued to maintain the neck-choking motion, hard, hard——

"boom--"

There was a flash of light outside the window, and a dull bang swept across the sky.The flash illuminated Quincy's pale face. He let go of his hand and looked out the window blankly. Michael coughed violently while clutching his neck. There was another flash of light. Quincy pressed his hand to Michael's wrist. Soaked in ice water.

"You're fucking drinking again," Michael coughed, pushing Quincy's hand away, "Fuck!"

The two wrestled amid thunder, rolling off the bed and knocking over the armchair.Michael's back bumped against the wardrobe, against the suitcase.For the convenience of moving, he didn't even put his clothes in the closet.No need, he only planned to stay for a month.If it was put in the closet, it would have to be tidied up at that time... Quincy's strength gradually weakened, and he would freeze for a few seconds every time there was a flash of light or every thunder.Michael gained the initiative by relying on the gap of a few seconds. He pressed Quincy to the floor, still in the same position, and pressed those cold hands with all his strength, "...want to kill me?"

Michael was really a little annoyed. He said many times that he didn't have to move in, and he could tell Xia Li that it was he, a treacherous Yankee, who broke up the rental intention.But Quincy disagreed.He let Michael move into the house, and he was unhappy everywhere.Michael could understand him and wanted to reassure his sister, but it was really disgusting for such a rapist to swagger in and out. "You want to kill me, don't you?" Michael also drank, the lack of oxygen and alcohol worked together, the blood hit the eardrum directly, buzzing, "You want to kill me, okay, but before that, I have to fuck you once. "He said, son of a bitch, I really need to be happy before I die, or I will be sorry for the punishment he will suffer in hell.

With one free hand, he ripped off Quincy's pajama bottoms.There was a fine rustling sound hitting the glass, followed by another explosion.Quincy suddenly thumped like a frenzy, and Michael lost his grip and was thrown off.Quincy curled up her legs and huddled in a ball, whispering tremblingly, "They're coming—"

"Who's here? There's no one out there, stop playing tricks." Michael dragged him over, dead or alive, he had to finish the job now, and the smell of soap on Quinnessy's body made his blood boil.Reaching into the pajamas to caress, he was impatient, and his spirit and behavior were split in two.Spirit says, Mike, you act like a rapist, Behavior cheers him on, Come on, Mike, tear off his pajamas, bite his mouth, suck his nipples, pinch his ass, put Cum on his face, hey, come on!

"They're coming," murmured Quincy, "they're coming..."

Michael turned his head and took a look. It was just thunder and lightning, rare astronomical phenomena in autumn and winter, but they were not abnormal.Quincy folded her arms and kept scratching her hair and face, "Here they come...they will kill..."

"No one," the rampant blood slowly receded into the brain, Michael stopped his hand, and he began to understand, "It's thunder, it's snowing, listen, it's not a bomb, it's not a bomber—"

"The war has begun again," Quincy turned his head with a stiff expression, "Mike, the war has begun again. Who is it this time? The United States or the Soviet Union? This time we can't escape...we're all going to die..."

There is no war, well, at this moment, there is still war in the world.America is waging a war in Korea, elsewhere, Africa, America, Europe... all the time, wars are everywhere.

"When I saw the Lamb breaking the first of the seven seals, I heard one of the four living creatures say with a thunderous voice, 'Come,' and I looked, and there was a white horse, and the rider on it Take a bow, and a crown was given to him, and he came forth, victorious and victorious.

When the second seal was opened, I heard the second living creature say: 'Come! ’ Then another horse came out, and it was red.The rider was given authority to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill each other, and he was given a great sword. "

"They didn't come." Michael completely lost his sexual desire, he hugged Quincy tightly, put his arms around him, and gently stroked his hair, neck and back, "Believe me, the war is over, God will keep you safe... "

"God has never blessed me," Quincy said in a very soft voice, "God has long since abandoned me... Abandoned me, Abandoned Emma...Because of my sin..."

Michael didn't know how to comfort him, he felt his heart constricted and hurt like a knife.For the first time in his life, he had this feeling, which was so complicated that it was difficult to express it in words.All he could do was hug Quincy and kiss his cold, wet face and hair.He dragged Quincy to the bed, hugged him, and pulled the covers tight.Quincy clutched at the front of his pajamas, trembling.Later they all fell asleep, and Michael could still feel the pain in his heart in his dream. He saw a knight on a white horse who stepped forward to fight, but his throat was cut off by a sickle.

When Michael woke up the next day, Quincy was gone.Michael was almost late for work, a young worker was a little curious, "What's wrong with your face?"

"I had a fight with someone." Michael looked in the mirror, his cheekbones were black and blue.

In the afternoon, he took two hours off work and left work early.Quincy didn't come back until after seven o'clock. He lowered his head, untied his coat, hung it on the hanger, and took out his slippers.His face was very haggard, Michael looked at him, and his heart contracted strongly again.

"Carl," Michael said, "please come and sit down and we'll talk."

Quincy might have made up his mind to ignore him, and Michael had been prepared for that, "—you've got to eat, I bought cake. And you've got to stop drinking, or I'll tell Charlie—and take you to See a doctor. If you stop drinking, I swear, I'll move out after Christmas and never show up again."