sinovels Chapter 5 5
Chapter 5 5
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The Soviet-occupied area of Berlin in 1949 was called "East Berlin". After the defeat, the Allied forces split our country into four regions with hatred, saying that they wanted to transform Germany into a peace-loving country.Later, the big brothers of the West and the Soviet Union gradually parted ways, and the four regions gradually became two regions, while West Berlin was wrapped in East Germany as an enclave.
Don't know what other people think, but it seems to me that we deserve it.Grandma Niya and I happened to live in the East Side of Berlin, so it was naturally under the control of the Soviets.Of course, if it weren’t for Grandma Niya’s inconvenient legs and feet, I wouldn’t be able to emigrate at all. I would have gone to West Berlin a long time ago, but at least residents between East and West Berlin can still travel freely, so I decided to stay in East Berlin honestly. So as not to cause some trouble.
Coming out of the bedroom, I kissed Grandma Niya's furrowed but soft face, and then went out the door whistling in her cursing voice.In December, dark clouds hung low in Berlin, and the weather was unbelievably gloomy. Gray pigeons flitted across the vast sky, and the sound of their wings flapping along with the sound of the wind was like a weeping dirge.
Misha and I made an appointment to visit Lilith's grave. Poor Second Lieutenant Lilith Heigl died in the cold winter of 1944. Allied bullets pierced her heart mercilessly, leaving her young life forever In the Ardennes Forest in Wallonia, Belgium.
I still don't understand why Lilith was sent to the Western Front. She was supposed to be stationed in Berlin. Even if she didn't escape in the end, at least we could see each other.
God knows how I got through those three months when I got this bad news. After I was sent back from the battlefield, I locked myself in the bedroom for three full days. Then came the news of Lilith’s death in battle. Grandma Niya For a period of time, he would stand in front of my bedroom door every day and keep telling me that people who commit suicide will not go to heaven.But she didn't know that Rhine had already forgotten his faith, and he firmly believed that God had abandoned him long ago.
Wearing an old woolen coat and walking on the street, the cold wind made me shiver and bow like a crayfish.From a distance, Misha in a leather jacket could be seen hugging a flamboyantly dressed blonde and kissing passionately on the corner of the street. His hands kept rubbing the woman's round and tight buttocks, with a look of impatience.
I grinned, walked over and whistled, making the blond shiver.
"Don't be afraid!" I stepped forward and touched her buttocks: "Play with me too!"
The blonde narrowed her slender eyes, and looked at me thoughtfully: "You look better than women, I don't like it." Her voice was soft, and then twisted on the arm of the smirking Misha. "Remember to look for me next time."
After she finished speaking, she walked away, Misha looked at her with raised eyebrows, and then hooked up with me.
"If you were a little later, I would have done her here." He pouted towards the basement beside him, as if he really meant that.
I looked at my friend, Misha Wolf, who was three months younger than me, an armored soldier who miraculously survived from the Eastern Front, with sharp brown hair and sharp eyes that seemed to be able to shoot knives, obviously only, But the head jumped to 1.9 meters, so burly that people couldn't imagine how he could get into the cockpit of the tank.
Standing with him, I am so petite and cute. You must know that I am also a handsome guy with a height of 1.8 meters.
Five years passed in a hurry, and Misha and I have grown up.Two years ago we turned into a real man on a strip girl on a night of feasting, and since then he has mixed up underground gangs on this block with his born boldness and the momentum of fighting on the battlefield, Now he is a little famous leader.
Of course, he can become the boss without me, the military adviser who advises him. He does everything in this area except kill people.It's just that the Soviets are strict now, so he and his younger brothers have to keep a low profile.
We drove to the cemetery on the outskirts of Berlin's East District. Following a gravel road, we found Lilith's tombstone under rows of beech trees. Misha took a bunch of fresh violets bought on the street and carefully placed them in the brush. In front of a white painted wooden cross.
"She said she would be my girlfriend when I came back." Misha smiled bleakly, and looked at me: "She told you too, didn't she?"
I nodded, feeling my eyes moist.
Misha showed the childishness that would only be shown in front of me, he sat down unhappy, and muttered angrily: "Obviously she likes mine better."
I patted his head, smiled and said, "Yeah, she likes yours better."
Misha frowned and looked up at me: "I've always been curious about what happened to you in Romania, Rhine, you are not like before."
"I just had good luck there. After being shot, the kind doctor Heinz in the field hospital also operated on my foot bone, which saved me from being a lame man."
Sitting next to him, I took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from my pocket, handed him one, and started smoking myself.The smell of cheap cigarettes is heavy and choking.My gaze became wistful, and fell on the withered grass in the distance of the cemetery.
Some things always want to forget, but always can not forget.
Gloomy skies in Romania.
Ron smiled warmly.
The man's cold green eyes.
"Suddenly I miss the old you very much." Misha hugged me and sniffed: "Although you are timid and weak, I always feel warm when I am with you."
"Isn't it warm now?" I smiled and blew smoke into his face, causing him to close his eyes.
"Look, you didn't do this before." He opened his eyes and looked at me tenderly: "You used to blush after doing bad things, and Lilith and I could tell at a glance that you were pretending."
"Lilith said that you are a kind child like an angel, and I think so too."
My smile froze on my face, I hated people saying that I was kind.
As if aware of my displeasure, Misha dodged his eyes a little, and said in a low voice, "But you are more aggressive than me in doing bad things now. Last time, you hired someone to beat up the three Karl brothers, didn't you?"
"Yeah." I nodded, "They messed with you."
"That's not enough..." Misha lowered her head: "Let me do this kind of thing, why are you dirtying your hands?"
I smiled and took a puff of cigarette: "My hands themselves are not clean."
He blinked his watery brown eyes and stared at me, then sighed old-fashionedly, I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to think too much, at least we are happy now.
Even though Rhine is no longer kind, we are happy now.
But this happiness only lasted until a quiet night in January 1950, when Grandma Niya knocked on my door suddenly and told me that she was going to die tomorrow.
I sat up suddenly from the bed, pornographic magazines were scattered all over the floor, and I couldn't even zip up my pants in time.I squeezed out a smile and asked with some embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Grandma Niya wore the lavender shawl she had used for nearly 20 years, her body bent, her silver hair shining in the night, and her cloudy eyes were brighter than ever. She looked at me calmly and said, "I am not Just kidding with you, little Rhine, I have a hunch that I'm going to die tomorrow."
Seeing what she said so firmly, I was suddenly a little angry, stood up and put my arms around her and let her sit on the sofa in the living room.
"You need to take some medicine."
I poured her a cup of hot water and made her swallow a few pills.She shook her head impatiently, and said to me: "When your father comes back, you give him the scarf in my closet."
This sentence makes me angry. My goddamn father disappeared when I was five years old. He should have been dead after this war.But because of the mood of taking care of my poor grandma, I still tried to comfort him: "When he comes back, you can give it to him yourself."
Grandma Niya widened her eyes and said, "I'm going to die tomorrow, really."
She said it so confidently that it made me dazed for a moment.
Some people say that the elderly can accurately predict their own death after a certain period of time, because their souls have half-stepped into the realm of death to some extent.I twitched the corners of my mouth, unconsciously getting scared.
Grandma Niya looked at me tenderly, and gently held my hand: "Little Rhine, the road of life must be walked alone in the end."
"No, I want you to stay with me!" I burst into tears, holding her tightly in my arms, because her convincing eyes convinced me that she would indeed die tomorrow.
Grandma Niya lovingly helped me remove the fur balls from my sweater, stroked my back and said comfortingly, "You will welcome a new person, little Rhine."
I couldn't cry, holding her in my arms that night, the night seemed to be very short, and the sky outside the window became clear in the blink of an eye. When the first ray of dawn shone into the living room, Grandma Niya's breath became shallow until it disappears.
After hearing the news, Misha rushed over and pulled me up from the sofa in a daze.He had his obituary in the paper, and many of Granny's old friends had come to her funeral, which was organized by street thugs.
At the funeral, Misha and I wept together, and Misha and his younger brothers were dumbfounded.
After the funeral, I often feel that the house is too empty. Misha said that I should find a roommate, who can also collect some rent to supplement the family.Although I have no ties with Misha's small organization, he never let me handle those shady businesses in his hands. In his words, he didn't want to drag me into the water, and he would be fine if he died.
On a quiet afternoon in February, the warm yellow light of sunset came in through the glass windows. I was lying on the sofa smoking a cigarette, watching the smoke linger in the afterglow. There was a smell of old wood mixed with lime in the air, which came from the nearby Repaired and renovated buildings.
This city is about to change, my Berlin, about to take on a new look.
After smoking three cigarettes, the already blurred vision gradually became more chaotic, and it seemed difficult to focus. I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t eaten all day today, and my mind was groggy. I didn’t even hear the door knocked three times. .
After finally forcing myself to wake up, I stood up and dragged my weak body to open the door.
"Mr. Mueller?"
With a loud voice and a strong Dresden accent, I raised my eyes and stared blankly at the red-haired young man in front of me.Well, he is pretty, with sly brown eyes, a unique hooked nose, and sharp corners of his lips that make him look like a profiteering businessman, but when he smiles, he reveals two playful canine teeth, which looks like a Cute.
"you are?"
He was well dressed, his collar was starched white, and the gray-black sleeves were new and elegant, which accurately outlined his thin figure.Off-white Anjou-style cashmere gloves showed a small but delicate golden pattern, and he was carrying a very expensive-looking Cambridge bag in his hand.
He blinked his glamorous brown eyes, took off his gloves and held out his long, bony, white right hand to me.
"Next is Alan Crowder. I saw your rental advertisement in the newspaper and called you in advance, but no one answered, so I can only take the liberty of visiting you."
I shook hands with him, his palms were warm, while I was sweating coldly, I suddenly felt stomach cramps, and frowned in pain.
Alan Crowder didn't seem to expect me to look like this now, he frowned and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
"I...no..." I wanted to say that I was fine, but my legs gave way and I fell forward.
So Rhine Muller fell into the arms of his new tenant, Alan Crowder, as if premeditated on the first day he saw him.
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PS: The Cold War period has begun!
The battle where Lilith died was the famous "Battle of Ardennes", which was the last and largest battle on the Western Front before the end of World War II. The German army took the initiative to attack after losing ground, but failed miserably.In Nazi Germany, female officers were not allowed to go to the front line, so Lilith here is a foreshadowing, hereby explain.
In addition, after the removal of checkpoints and roadblocks in East and West Berlin in May 1949, residents of the two places can still travel freely through the transportation services provided by Ubahn and Sbahn.