Manhhoff had arrived early this day on the banks of the Weser River, and the spring breeze caressed his hair. The morning sun had just revealed its orange-yellow head on the horizon, and the mandarin ducks in the river buried their heads in each other's wings to sleep. The men by the river rubbed their eyes and yawned, half-awakened to light the cigarettes in their mouths, and then helplessly chopped the firewood they were going to use today.

The weather was getting warmer, the thick coat was already stuffed into the closet, and Manhoff, wearing a sleeveless jacket and shirt, pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket, and sat down on the bench to smoke comfortably.

A playful voice came, "Big Byron! Manhof looked back and saw a beautiful girl carrying Lesner down the stairs of the river's embankment, both dressed in civilian clothes, but Manhof still broke out in a cold sweat, and he watched Lesnar blow a man's head in front of his eyes, and this mental injury kept him awake at night.

Lesner smiled and touched the saxophone box on the edge of the bench with her toes, and said to Greta, "Guess what's inside, maybe it's the disassembled Finnish Somi Chong. Front. Gun, maybe a pair of hairy with walnut wood*. Se. Army. Use. Hand. Guns, who knows! ”

These words frightened Manhoff into not moving, "Carl, it's a saxophone inside, don't scare your classmates, you'll have no friends like this." Greta bent her arm over Lesner's waist and smiled and stretched out her hand to Manhoff: "Hello, I'm Greta, your classmate Carl's girlfriend!" ”

Manhof cautiously stood up and held out his hand to Gretta, "Hello, I... I met you, in the SS office building. ”

"Yes, Carl and I are colleagues, don't listen to him scare you, he is a cheap person, in fact, he cares about you." Greta's words made Manhoff relax a little, but Lesner choked on the evil taste of the words and coughed.

"Okay Byron, I knew you were stimulated that day, but I can't help it, don't I, I told Greta that you come here every morning to play the saxophone, and she pestered me to come and listen, you know, women, you have to be like a kitten, you have to brush your hair." Lesner scratched her head in embarrassment and walked over to give Mainhoff a strong hug.

Manhof also relaxed a lot, after all, it was his former best friend in front of him, he tilted his head and said to Greta: "This bastard's feet stink so much, can you stand it?" ”

Greta giggled, "This bastard doesn't have smelly feet, he's lazy with a 100% pure capital, since I moved in, I pulled his ears every day to let him wash his feet and bathe, now it's basically not smelly, and it's a little smelly but I can bear it hahaha!" ”

"Okay, don't hurt me, why didn't you blow up the talent today? You're the only one in our class who stays in school to teach, and Greta and I are getting married, so let's play a tune to celebrate! Lesner put her arm around Manhoff and winked at Greta.

Manhof also joked: "What do you want me to blow, is it "Lonely Little Hands" or "Lonely Wall"?" ”

"You guy just used your lonely little hand against the lonely wall...... "Lesnar, who also graduated from music, immediately understood the bad taste of this sentence, and the two of them jokingly scuffled, Greta didn't know why, so she could only watch the two guys fight.

Lesner pinched Maninhoff's soft underbelly with his strong hand, and squatted Maninhoff directly on the ground: "Okay, okay, I'll surrender, I'll blow you a "Chakong Dance", don't scratch me hahaha!" ”

Lesner quickly let go of his hand, opened Manhoff's saxophone box, smiled and made a gesture of please, Manhoff shook his head with a smile, put on the saxophone, and the melodious melody immediately floated out by the river, Greta kissed Lesner with a happy face......

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After some time of chaos in Bremen, everyone was extra cautious, no girls came forward to send flowers on SS patrols, and few people in coffee shops took off their hats or took the initiative to salute the officers, everyone seemed to have learned to protect themselves overnight, learned to keep a low profile, and the only thing that did not change was that everyone had become accustomed to the sound of the engines of the routine patrols of fighter planes.

The University of Bremen is still full of greenery, the blood stains on the front door have long been cleaned, the bullet holes have been filled, the students find that the proportion of ideological and political courses is getting larger and larger, what is the theory of racial superiority, the history of the development of the Aryan nation, the course is boring and the credits are extraordinarily large, and the teachers who teach these courses are also depressed by these patchwork things, and the common sense things are not in line, but they want to tell the children in a serious way, which is simply a serious nonsense, especially the professors of the history department, I just talked about the development of the Germanic peoples and their distribution, most of the central and western parts of Europe are descendants of the Germanic peoples, the branches are called differently, the British are all branches of the Germanic people, there is nothing superior, what has just been said, but they want to slap themselves in the face again, and forcibly pull in the Aryan people, the professors have already practiced lying to talk about this must be taught.

"It's a team... Blue pen! Blue pen! In the office, a professor of ideological and political education was holding a red pencil in his hand and muttering, Manhoff was secretly glad that he was teaching a professional skills course, and if he taught ideology and politics by himself, I am afraid that he would have to read it cheekily according to the textbook.

Manhof pushed open the door of the classroom, today he is teaching music appreciation classes to students from other colleges, the course content is the past and present life of the saxophone, he looked at the full students sitting below, this kind of class is elective, and it is also an open-book exam, the atmosphere is relaxed, many students are willing to come to listen to this kind of class, most of the reason is that they can show off their erudition to their girlfriends and boyfriends when they go back.

"Long live the Führer! Today by me, Byron. Maninhoff will tell you more about this beautiful instrument in my hand, the saxophone! "The saxophone is considered by everyone to be a successful instrument, it has a magnetic sound, and has a special softness of metal, softer than the trumpet and deeper than the clarinet, but I want to tell you that the saxophone is an instrument that is born away from his homeland at the wrong time, full of melancholy and helplessness, full of pain and longing, which is ironic, because this instrument is most suitable for blowing away romantic love songs, like a clown at Cirque du Soleil in Paris, with a bitter heart and a smile on his mouth, Give joy to others and keep sorrow to yourself. ”

The students were captivated by this unique opening statement, and one student applauded, and immediately everyone applauded, including the strange student sitting in the corner, Witman, who was dressed in civilian clothes. Hut......

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