Manhof led Anna along the stone pavement on the banks of the Weser River, the soft sunlight sprinkled beautiful gold dust on the river, the faint clouds like the soft skirts of the beauties in the oil paintings, the mandarin ducks playing in the river flapped their wings and frolicked in the quiet waves, and the church bells in the distance rang just right, knocking on the hearts of lovers.

Anna lowered her head shyly, she was taken by Manhof to walk by the river, she really wished that time would stand still like this, how much she wished that she would go like this for a lifetime, but she raised her head and looked at Manhof playfully: "Silly big man, where are you going to lead me like this?" ”

Maninhoff stopped and turned sideways, scraped the tip of Anna's nose with the croll of his fingers, he had something to say, but he didn't know where to start, he smiled, took out a piece of chocolate candy from his pocket, peeled off the icing and put it in Anna's mouth, "Is it sweet?" ”

Anna tasted the candy in her mouth and nodded, "Don't you want to talk to me, just drag me all the way along, what, you want to drag me to see the Heligoland Bay where the Weser River flows into the sea..." Manhof replied stupidly, but Anna laughed, "You stupid, you really go rowing, I'm in charge, I'm not going, there are benches, sit down!" ”

Mannhoff took out a handkerchief and wiped the dew off the bench for Anna, then put the handkerchief on the bench and invited Anna to sit down. "To be honest, my mom taught me a lot of ways to speak, but when I saw you, I didn't think those words were worthy of your beauty." Manhof sat down on the dewy bench and looked at Anna and smiled.

Anna smiled shyly, "Am I that beautiful?" ”

"If you were Helen, I'd send a thousand ships like McNilaus!" Maninhoff told the story of the Trojan War, which made Anna smile, she looked at Manhoff, and said solemnly: "If I were Helen, I would not have escaped from the gates of Sparta with Paris." ”

The two looked at each other, both smiled slightly, such a literary confession made the two people tacitly, both of them said their understanding of love, one about sincerity, the other about loyalty, Manhof took Anna's hand, gently pulled her into his arms, stroked the golden hair with slender fingers, and looked at the light dancing waves on the river stupidly.

……

Lesner arrived at the office early, and saw her mature and beautiful at the opposite table, his opposite table was the head of the operations team of the Intelligence Division, a beautiful woman named Greta who had retired from the Air Force gunner, Lesner had pursued her at first, but when he saw this Greta easily drop a strong man on his back to the ground and handcuff him, and saw the execution ground take out a small pistol and shoot the prisoner without blinking, Lesner hesitated; When he knew that all female bomber gunners had to practice shooting during training (the first time he bombed Britain, because the female gunners couldn't bear to fire at enemy planes, several bombers were shot down, and Hitler ordered that female gunners be included in the shooting during training), Lesner didn't even have the heart to think about it, he didn't want to marry a woman who had killed dozens of people to go home, let alone marry a woman he couldn't beat home, if he quarreled with Greta and then played a back fall on Lesner, Lesnar's scalp would be numb just thinking about it...

But after all, two people have been in the same office for so long, although Greta is arrogant and cold, but she is a long-time love character, and now it is Greta who is obsessed with Lesna, although she didn't say it on face, but her eyes and behavior can't deceive people.

"You're here, I made Arabic tea, your favorite!" Greta stood up, picked up a cup of black tea and handed it to Lesna. "Oh my God, thank you, you don't have to, it's like this every day, I don't dare come to work." Lesnar took the black tea, dodged Greta's eyes, sat down in his seat, dropped Greta who bit his lip and didn't know what to do, lowered his head and pretended to deal with the documents that were processed yesterday, oh no, the day before yesterday...

……

The good times always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is noon, the clouds do not know when there will be more, the gusts of wind are cool, and the swallows glide gracefully against the ground, predicting the coming raindrops with great accuracy.

Mannhof was in a hurry to leave in the morning, forgetting to eat the brown bread baked by his mother, and spent the morning putting his hungry chest against his back, Anna was still elegantly cutting the medium-rare lamb chops with a knife and fork, and Manhoff's plate was already empty, but fortunately, the lettuce salad was served in full, otherwise Mannhof would have nothing to eat.

"You know, my colleagues in the hospital told me the other day that her one-year-old son, who couldn't even call his parents well, was very interested in Wagner's tunes, and every time he played the gramophone, the little guy danced with his hands, threw away all the toys at hand, shook his head to the music, and I told her that this guy must be a musician when he grows up!" ”

"Music knows no age." Mainhoff shoved a slice of lettuce with strawberry jam into his mouth, "I've seen a lot of kids with musical cells who can play the works of the masters at a very young age, and they play very well. But I've also seen a lady who saw a girl playing the violin and said, 'Oh God! What a hurry! Why is this girl so small! It took so long to see that broken rope cut off! ’”

Mannhoff's joke almost choked Anna and the people at the table next to her, and for a moment the restaurant was filled with laughter. A drop of rain fell on the window of the dining room and slid down the gravity, and one after another the raindrops slowly patted on the window, making a wonderful rustling sound.

Both Manhof and Anna turned their heads to look out the window, and Anna recited the poem "The Rain Falls" by the famous Spanish poet Alessandre.

"At dusk, it's raining, and it's raining in my imagination of you,

On this day, the door of memory is like that.

I can't hear you walk in.

Memories give me only your image,

Where it's just your kiss or the rain falling,

Thy voice rains, thy mournful kiss rains,

Deep kisses

Soak in the rain, lips moisten with memories.

Your kiss

Crying in the soft gray sky.

The rain is falling from your love. Moisten my memory,

The rain continued to fall.

Kisses falling from afar, gray rain

Keep going. ”

Manhof listened to this poem with mourning, shook the wine glass in his hand, and his head sounded Bach's string quartet "A minor wide plate", everyone stopped talking in the restaurant, watching the rain fall and listening to Anna's soft voice, everyone's thoughts were taken to a distant place, and everyone's heart sounded a different melody...

The stone pavement was soon wet, and small raindrops fell into the puddles in the stone slabs, stirring up romantic ripples...