"Alice!"

The old man sitting on the side was out of place—or on the contrary, interrupted the feelings that were quietly brewing with a soft call. The woman replied in a low voice, and walked over with her head slightly bowed. With her back straight, her back is no longer rickety, but shows the slenderness that a young woman's surname should have. After staring for a few seconds, Lynn subconsciously turned her head to look at him. Under the moonlight, the winding road finally disappeared into the dark end. Königsberg, a seaside city that sounds beautiful, is now the last hope for hundreds of thousands of Germans stranded in East Prussia, with the few remaining ships of the German Navy and their brave sailors snatching boatloads of civilians and soldiers from under the noses of Soviet planes and ships......

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little melancholy. Lynn turned around, and the woman had just taken two pieces of scone from the old man's hand, and was turning to meet her. A small breeze blew, and the linen plaid shawl swelled and slid backwards. The full face and coiled hair were like a small feather, teasing Lynn's young heart as if they were nothing.

Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps out of regard for the other person, the woman did not avoid Lynn's somewhat stunned gaze this time, and as the distance narrowed, the dark brown eyes widened. When he walked in front of Lynn and stopped, he was already in the most divine and beautiful state.

A widower, a widow, and Lynn's heartbeat was noticeably faster. As an ordinary member of the unfortunate group involved in this brutal war, life is as fragile as a blooming flower, a gust of wind, a few drops of rain, and even invisible gravity can make it wither at any time. Why not bloom, even for a second?

"Please eat!"

A woman offers food with both hands, just as she welcomes her husband who has returned from hard work.

The man's broad chest pillowed the sleeping child, and the strong arms could fully hold the mature body of the woman.

After being stunned for three or four seconds, Lynn realized his gaffe. He looked down at the woman's hand, the bread was the size of a palm, and the fingers in the moonlight had a white jade sheen.

They must have been tender and smooth, very different from the rough fingers of the soldiers. Lynn thought to herself.

"Thank you!"

After saying that, Lynn tore off the glove of her right hand with her mouth, twisted the piece of cake from the white palm, and tried to put it in her mouth, but found that it was fettered by the glove. A sharp shooter who is brave and good at fighting and a cold-blooded killer who is calm and composed, he is clumsy and at a loss at a loss.

Looking at Lynn's embarrassed look, the woman wanted to smile but did not smile, her wide eyes seemed to be tired, she closed slightly, and her hands gracefully held the gloves for him as if they were holding a sweet spring.

Filthy soldiers, children sleeping happily, and women as holy as goddesses, everything under the moon is so wonderful that it seems that it does not belong to this world that is still in the midst of war.

When you stuff the cake into your mouth, the aroma of scallion oil instantly drives away the accumulated breath in your mouth that has not been cleaned for a long time.

“hmm…… delicious！ verydelicious！ (Hmmm...... Delicious, delicious)

Just like yesterday when he pulled the trigger of a shell gun in front of the town's gun repair shop, Lynn didn't think anything of it when he came up with this middle school English sentence, but after a war that lasted for six years, the language of any hostile country had formed a conditioned reflex in the minds of German civilians, and the beautiful atmosphere was suddenly ruthlessly broken. The woman dropped her gloves and covered her mouth with her hands, and took a step back with wide eyes, only to realize that her daughter was still in the other's arms, and just as she was about to reach out and snatch it, the old man with a goatee suddenly said in German, "Don't be afraid, he is Danish."

The tense situation was like pouring cold water on it, and although the hostilities disappeared, both sides stood awkwardly in place.

"I'm sorry!"

The bread in his mouth was not chewed or swallowed, so that the German sentence was slurred, and he couldn't find more words to explain it further, and Lynn couldn't stop complaining to himself: fried green onion cakes are indeed much more delicious than cold and hard bread, but how could a soldier who needs to remain calm on the battlefield at all times, a soldier with lofty ideals, make such a reckless move?

Once the mistake has been made, frustration will not help, and you can only find a way to remedy it. Lynn put her hand in the backpack she was carrying cross-body, and in addition to the scattered bullets and personal items, there was only half a piece of bread as hard as a stone—a food that was also rare for a soldier who held out to the front and could not get supplies, but compared to the piece of onion cake just now, it was like a pauper in front of the petty bourgeoisie, belonging to two very different levels......

Lynn struggled with her recklessness, and the woman stooped down to pick up the fallen gloves and pulled up the shawl from her head.

The daunting task of breaking the deadlock was ultimately to be done by "White Goatee", who got up, whispered a few words to the woman, then turned to Lynn and said in German gently: "Thank you very much for taking care of my son's daughter, you are a good man!" ”

I wanted to say "a little effort", but I didn't know how to express it in German, so Lynn had to look down at the little girl in her arms.

"She's beautiful!"

The grammar is not correct, and there are crumbs in the mouth, and Lynn is very entangled.

Fortunately, the old man nodded: "Your German is improving rapidly, keep up the good work!" ”

Yes, the innate deficiencies of language can only be changed by redoubling and redoubling efforts. Lynn thought that the failure of the pickling girl is actually a trivial matter, and if one day he loses his life because of language, it is a big worthless!

"She likes you so much that she thinks you're her dad!" The old man said at an extremely slow pace, and his next sentence was too many words for Lynn, and he could only half-guess that he hoped that he would continue to play the role of the child's father in the next trip.

"Good!"

Lynn replied hurriedly, glancing at the woman beside her.

She just raised her head, and her eyes met again, but their eyes became more complicated.

"It's a pity that we don't have much food of our own!" The old man shrugged his shoulders and left an English sentence for Lynn when he turned his head: "Hurry up and eat, it's not good to have a stalk!" ”

Lynn couldn't cry or laugh, chewed a few times, and swallowed all the cakes that had lost their original taste. The woman had already followed the old man to the luggage place, and looking at her slightly clumsy back, Lynn felt that the burden of life was indeed too hard for a woman to bear. But in such a protracted war, where a large number of young men were killed or disabled in the warring countries, even after the war ended, there would still be many women with the surname who had to bear the burden of life alone.

Could it be that killing is the only way to resolve disputes?

The question was too high for a soldier who was still unable to help himself, and Lynn found a large tree to rest, and before the quarter of an hour of rest was over, the rumbling of cannon suddenly sounded in the direction from which they came. Lynn half-turned his head, and the southern sky flashed with yellow firelight, and gray-black plumes of smoke were faintly visible. Presumably, the Soviets attacked again, they had obvious advantages in numbers and equipment, and the troops could take turns to fight, and the German officers and soldiers defending along the river could only grit their teeth and insist.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Presumably seeing that the line was attacked again, the Wehrmacht sergeant in charge of the retreating unit ended his recuperation early. The situation was very clear, and the civilians who embarked on the retreat had no choice but to drag their tired bodies on. At their slow pace, the sound of artillery on the rear line remained the same tone throughout, and they lasted for a worrying amount of time, and Lynn even felt that it was even more difficult to endure than if he were in the front line trenches.

Hopefully, this line of defense would last a few more days, he silently prayed in his heart, hoping that the heavens would temporarily transfer his good fortune to the "butcher", so that they would have a chance to meet again. If heaven and man are separated forever, unless there is wine in heaven, it will be a pity that the brothers and sisters cannot talk about the wine!