In the middle of the night, the wind picked up slightly, the rain fell, and the fierce wind raging in the sky could not tear apart those bloated clouds that seemed to be lazy, but they could make those clouds that were arrogant enough to dare to split out of the mother body into nothingness. That's why they're "flowers", not "colors." A wisp of breeze flew into the black wall, in the bosom of Beverly Manor, into the small black building, and carried into the temples of the girl who was looking at the sky with her hands in her hands.

At the moment, it is raining.

In the girl's eyes, the sunset has long been hidden below the horizon, the bright orange and red will soon dissipate, the night occupies a corner of the sky, and in the twilight of the night, you enter and retreat, and the junction of the sky is dyed into a dreamy black, blue, orange and red.

It's her eyes, it's the color of her eyes, it's what she sees.

Night never falls.

"My lord, it's going to rain." A broad back emerged from the girl's back. If it is measured by the figure of an adult, the girl is thin in the wind and rain. Yes, the maiden was still growing, young, calm, and beautiful, her head tilted, her arms around her chest, and the rain clouds condensed in the dome may be brewing a thunderstorm.

Is the midnight wind blowing across the Karelian Isthmus, whistling and sweeping, like fire and wind burning across the fjord?

The person who spoke quietly bowed slightly, the color of black and white swept by, and the black tuxedo and white shirt were matched together, naturally announcing who it was. The butler's short beard was faintly mixed with about half of the gray, but it did not show half of the decadence. Perhaps because of the night, the chain with the monocle has no bright color, just like the humble and calm look behind the glasses. Rustic and unpretentious, just simple obedience and a little permissible "wisdom".

"Indeed, rain. (Indeed, rain.)" The girl replied very calmly, but she did not turn her head, and from the balcony she could look down on the city at night. Compared with her still immature appearance, there was neither childish frivolity nor pretentiousness in her eyes. A clear spring was contained in a royal blue diamond, the wind lifted the braids behind her shoulders, and an inky ribbon tied her long hair. Probably this is her most mature. She ignored the housekeeper, and she listened attentively to the "tapping" sound of the swan steps of the black-walled guards downstairs like a military parade.

Before the raindrops were about to fall, a shadow enveloped the girl, a black umbrella, followed by a continuous "crackling" sound, and the girl said silently: "Stand down." ”

The black umbrella disappeared immediately. The rain wet the girl's shoulders, and she stretched out her palm, and when a puddle of water had accumulated in her palm, she looked at it. Under the eyes of those peach blossoms that seemed to be drunk but not drunk were a pair of thin and almost bloodless lips. Glamorous as peach and plum and indifferent as ice and snow. "Hooray! Franz is more of a courtesy greeting than a specific one.

Yes, her surname suffix is Franz, and her first name, is Augustavina. She is the daughter of the Queen.

And that's all.

The rain washed Augustavina in the night, and the freshness of the rain flowed down her skin to the bottom of the balcony. She looked up at the sky, the brilliant light of the stars.

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Thinking of the candle on the other side, the yellowed pages on the other side, she looked down at her hands again, calluses were thick, this is a new era, belonging to the era of iron and blood!

Let God's be God's, and Franz's' be Franz's!

She brushed her sleeves away, and the black curtain of "tick ......" gradually ended, and in the sonorous and powerful rain, the three-legged emblem on the button turned into a touch of color with the torrential rain curtain.

……

White-tie musicians play the violin leisurely, masking the sudden rainstorm to the sound of the piano. White mist filled the hall, but the ice cooled the lively dance floor.

"Thank you~ I'm so happy to hear that~" Vickers Solomon smiled like spring, who would have thought that the "Lake Erie Ice", which has always been cold and arrogant in the eyes of others, could also melt?

The elegy of the upper nobility is like the mask of the upper nobility, always low.

"It's hard, isn't it? (tough?right?)" The servant gently pulled the chair open, and Vickers sat down, the white tablecloth on the opposite side, the blue-eyed man with bright blonde hair folded his fingers on top of his fingers, teasingly.

The chef removes an ice brick from the pyramid and dissolves it on a frying pan like spring snow. Out of the corner of her eye, Vickers glanced at the circular axis that slowly rotated along the ice pyramid. Take a sip of champagne. "Compared to the times, it's simple."

"Times are always changing." The blue-eyed man looked at his watch. Everyone present was all blond and blue-eyed, as if carved out of a mold. "It's strange that Xander is late, he's never late."

"As I said, times are changing." Vickers finished a glass of wine, and the waiter immediately filled it up, and she picked up a piece of broccoli on the table, put it to her lips and tasted it slowly. Red lips, white teeth, green flowers, silver beauty.

Beauty.

A plate of lake demon whiskers was brought to the man, and after the butter was fried, the most tender and delicious meat of the lake demon was brought into full play, and the man couldn't wait to hold the knife and fork, skillfully cut the next slice and send it to his mouth.

"What do you mean by that?" The man frowned.

Vickers ate a slice of broccoli, and she picked up the second, her slender fingers playing with it. "Your brother isn't that reliable."

"Be specific." The man slowed down his food and chewed slowly.

"The Ansner family provides Solomon with fifteen thousand servings of poppy juice every quarter, and we make it into medicine and supply it, and I pay you a large sum of money, and we all enjoy the business." An iron curtain fell between the dance floor and the table, and the noise suddenly disappeared into the man's ears.

"But what?" The man said. The solid colored napkin around his neck had some grease stains.

"Recently, I have noticed that there have been more and more complaints about the sedative medicines, and about the quality of the medicines, I have been told that the pioneer team has been given painkillers from Solomon in preparation for field surgery, and the injured person has woken up halfway. Such examples are suddenly frequent. "The pianist plays the Piano Concerto No. 1 in B flat minor, and the lyrical and gorgeous music is stirring. Vickers closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and she raised her palms flat

, the green onion pointed, as if it was played in the air.

So I had people do an experiment, and there was an interesting discovery...... "The waiter opened a bottle of wine and poured a golden liquid into the man's glass." I don't drink Arry when I eat the Lake Demon. The man frowned.

Vickers's smile vanished, his ice-blue pupils were indifferent as he swallowed his food, his glass and drank it. Immediately, his face turned purple.

"How?"

"Good old man who is honest and punctual, Sandel, has turned the fine poppy juice you delivered to the Solomon family into a bad subspecies." Broccoli fell from Vickers's palm, each one carefully concocted.

"Does he think I can't find out? Or is it such a stark difference, or maybe the Ansner family simply didn't take the Solomon family seriously? Your taste buds can tell the difference between good and bad wine, let alone me? Vickers lit a cigarette, like a musk deer, fragrant and intoxicating.

"The tongue is the sharpest and most sensitive organ in the human body, and the blood supply is abundant, so it is also one of the most flexible tissues in the human body." The piano music plays to the low back, "Tick tick ......"

The man who was eating the lake demon beard put down his fork, looked at the lake demon fin whiskers on the plate, which were just about the width of a human tongue, and forced himself to calm down: "Where is my brother?" ”

"What the hell is this playing!" Vickers turned his head and said loudly, and when he heard that the hostess was dissatisfied, the band hurriedly changed the rhythm of Carmen's overture, which was very light and warm. "Lala......" is purely a violin.

Vickers got up gracefully. "Thank you, Mr. Kadakoff." She said.

"Wait! Where's Sandel?! Wickers waved his hand back and smiled: "As I said, the tongue is the softest part of man, it is unique, it is a miracle of nature, then, of course, it is also a delicacy." ”

The waiter opened the door for her, and an irrepressible sound of vomiting accompanied by the tapping of crystal heels.

The wee hours of the morning night breeze whipped Vickers' neck-length blonde hair, and wisps of it fluttered. She lit a White Swan cigarette again, the rain was majestic, and the night breeze was cold. But Vickers was immersed in it.

The rain did not extinguish the cigarettes, but only grew stronger. Like the flame in the heart of man, it will never be extinguished. Wickers was drenched in the rain, leaning lazily on the white jade railing, looking out at the downtown in the dark night. Hydra M is brilliantly lit. As if to dominate the crowd, a train running in the spark waterfall loomed in her intoxicating eyes. But what does it have to do with her.

She stood in the rain, stretched out her arms, and proudly said, "Render to God what is God's, and Caesar's to Caesar's!" ”

Just as the dawn is only a continuation of the night, and until the sun is high, no one knows whether it is the authority of the eternal night or the coming of the eternal day.

PS: The dialogue fragment in the article is from the first episode of the first season of "Babylon Berlin", 32 points from 35 points, to the same effect, hereby explained.

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