Battle of the Rhine

It seems that the Quincy brothers and sisters have a good evaluation of Cedric. This is an extremist who is arrogant and self-respecting. He grew up spoiled and spoiled. A baby without a favorite toy—even Little Will, Michael just thought this scene was ridiculously weird.

Facing Cedric's face full of tears, Quinnessy hesitated.He looks at Michael, who winks at him and tells him to come in and close the door.But it was obvious that Quincy had relented. He muttered a few syllables vaguely, and asked Seidlitz to "have some coffee."Cedric immediately felt reborn, pushed Michael away, and followed Quinnessy into the living room.

"It's a poor place where you live," and he wiped his face and hands with a handkerchief—what a handkerchief!Michael seldom carries this thing—"This is not for you, Carl dear, you should live more comfortably, and I can help you—"

"I think it's pretty good here," Quincy said, pulling out a cup and pouring two spoonfuls of instant coffee into it.The ground coffee sparked another tirade from Seydlitz, "...I can't believe you're drinking this stuff! It's a poor man's coffee, Karl, for God's sake...Look at this sofa! This rug! Old man God, there are those wooden benches used by servants... You shouldn't live such an inferior life! Think about how magnificent your mother's carpet was before..."

"That's enough," said Quincy, turning on the kettle to look at it, and then putting it on the stove. "Is your mother all right?"

"She's wonderful."

"So glad to hear the news..."

Cedric occupied the sofa and spread his limbs wide.He shot Michael a smug look, and raised his voice, "Move to my place! I can give you a better room. We can have a good time, Carl, just like before."

"No, thank you." Quincy hid in the kitchen, maybe a little scared, or didn't want to face this Cedric. "Go home after you have your coffee, and say hello to your mother for me, and Úrsula, and wish them well."

"Don't mention her to me." Cedric's face darkened, "Let's talk about our business, shall we?"

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Carl!"

"The weather is not very good, the weather forecast says it will rain today. So you hurry home—"

Cedric put his legs away, "Who is this gringo?" He growled in a low voice, "I've never seen him before!"

"My lodger," said Quinnessy, peering out, "and my friend."

"Which friend?"

"Just a friend."

Cedric stared at Michael viciously, "Where the hell are you from? Let me guess... British? American?"

"America." Michael said succinctly.

"Oh, America! You've been in a war, haven't you..."

"No.12 Army, Sergeant." Michael held up his cup, what's wrong with instant coffee, he thought coffee should taste like this, "Is there any problem?"

"You're hanging out with a Yankee?" cried Seydlitz, "who has invaded our German fatherland! Look how the Americans have corrupted Germany! You make friends with him? Karl, your pride Woolen cloth!"

"I haven't invaded any country," Michael said, "and I'm out of the military."

"There are American soldiers everywhere, they're showing off, they're killing Germans, they're raping German women—you should kill him!" Seidlitz jumped up and rushed to the kitchen, "Instead of trying to get by and sell your property to flatter the Americans! "

The man was a nuisance, and Quinnessy should have ignored him at all.Michael blocked the kitchen door, which undoubtedly angered Cedritz, "Karl, Karl! Look at yourself! You have changed! Become cowardly, cowering... We should be proud to give our lives for the country!  …"

"Okay, Sir, you can also give your life for the motherland now." Michael stopped him, "Since you don't like instant coffee, please leave."

"...it's all the fault of that Brabant woman who seduced you while I was away... because of her, you are what you are now," Sedlitz murmured, and then suddenly shouted, "it's all your fault She! She's dead, well dead! She deserves to die... that shameless bitch, chicken with no ovaries—"

There is a word that Michael guessed, and it must not be a good word anyway.Quincy burst out of the kitchen, thankfully not holding a knife or rolling pin, but pounding his fists hard on Sedlitz's head.Cedric was beaten several times, and his face was flushed with anger, "You beat me because of that useless bitch, and you still want to break up with me!" Punching and kicking, it's a pity that it's really chaotic, and Seidlitz definitely has received more systematic training, not only successfully dodging Quincy's attack, but even planning a counterattack.The bastard was tall and burly, and Quincy would suffer if he did it.Michael blocks Quincy, trying to get him back into the kitchen.But the angry college students ignored him, and Michael was also punched twice.In the end, he had to grab Quincy's waist, hug him to his chest, and use his back to bear Cedric's fist for him. It took a lot of effort to put Quincy on the dining table.Then Michael turned around, pressed Cedric against the wall in three or two rounds, and searched him expertly from head to toe.

"You rubbish, trash," Quincy sat on the table, shaking with anger, "the war killed 800 million people, why weren't you one of them!"

In the end, the police solved the big trouble of Cedric.There is no question that the Muellers are finally making a difference.Cedric was still sneering when he was taken away by the police, "You wait," he yelled, "I'll show you something!"

"Fuck you," Michael wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "If you dare to come to the door to make trouble again, I will plan to take all your ribs, not one left!" He locked the door behind him and checked all the windows. "He should thank me for being discharged." Michael sat on the wooden bench "for servants only", and Quincy carefully wiped the wound at the corner of his mouth with alcohol. "Otherwise I will use Thomson to teach him a good lesson."

"Sedlitz is too much," said Quinnessy, still trembling, "I didn't expect him to be so vicious, vicious—"

"Speaking of which," the alcohol rubbed against the wound, causing Michael to gasp in pain, "Even in the most asshole of adolescence, I never fought for a girl—but I fought for you, more than once..."

"I'm not a woman." Quincy put a Band-Aid on the corner of Michael's mouth. "Shut your mouth."

For the next week Michael was on high alert, fearful that Cedric would come in the middle of the night and murder Quincy.He insinuated and wanted to ask about Emma's past, but Quincy always chose to "skip" and avoid talking about it.On Friday, they prepared food and drinks, and went to Fussen early in the autumn Saturday morning to see Neuschwanstein Castle.

As Quincy said, the beautiful Neuschwanstein Castle in the mountains opened Michael's eyes. "I take back what I said before." Michael held the camera and excitedly took a dozen photos, "It's so spectacular, so beautiful, I don't know which adjective to use... In short, this is the scenery that only appears in my dreams! No, it is impossible for a countryman to have such a fantastic castle in their dreams..."

Quincy showed a little pride, "This was built by the former King of Bavaria, Ludwig II, have you heard of him? He is a benevolent monarch who loves art very much... He and Wagner are friends .”

"Who's Wagner?" Michael waved for Quincy to stand up. "Three, two, one—why aren't you smiling!"

"Wagner is a famous composer." Quincy said, "Have you heard of Princess Sissi?"

"I seem to have heard of it, and it sounds familiar." There are a lot of princesses, princes, and kings in Europe, and Michael couldn't figure it out. "Is she the king's queen?"

"No, they are good friends, but they have no love," Quincy said, looking at the castle. "It is rumored that Ludwig II is gay."

"Gay?" Michael stopped fiddling with the camera's fingers, "uh—"

"It's falling in love with people of the same sex. Men don't like women, but men; women are the same, they don't love men, but they have admiration for women..."

"I know, I've read your psychology book." Michael raised his head stiffly, and found that Quincy's sea-like blue eyes were staring at him, so gentle, like the warm and humid westerly wind in European spring... …He shook his hand and almost dropped the camera to the ground.

"Then I'm sure I'm not," Michael said, "well, you, and neither are you."