Germanic Officer x You Who Traveled Through Time (Thirteen)
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Different world, fictional background!
Private character design, private world view design, private names and place names design
The male and female protagonists are not biological children, both are adults
You have packed your clothes and other items for your trip to Paris, and the styles of the clothes in the suitcase are still the same as they were a few years ago.
Yvette has grown a lot taller now, but resources are scarce during the war, so most of the clothes she wears are taken to the tailor shop by Mrs. Blott for alterations.
You stand in front of the table and unfold the folded paper. What catches your eye are the four big words "Death Certificate".
Leo von Kármán, June 22. Funeral held at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Remouh, burial in the Père Ramise Cemetery.
The ink-colored words printed on the white paper were like black dead branches growing out of the apatite, turning into dead skeletons, making the already dark night of war even darker.
Your Lai was deprived of his life on this day. If you had listened to Feynman and not gone to the hospital, would Lai still be lying safely in your arms, babbling for food?
Maybe he was right, it was you who harmed Lai. When you thought of Lai, tears started to flow down your cheeks again. Through the blurred tears in the corners of your eyes, you seemed to see Lai's voice and appearance again.
"Is everything packed?"
You heard Feintz's voice, answered softly, wiped your tears, refolded the death certificate, and put it in the suitcase along with the annoying marriage certificate.
He walked over and saw the swollen and red finger marks on your chin, which were still eye-catching and shocking on your fair face, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.
"Why are you so squeamish?"
You were speechless. Didn't he know how much effort he had put in back then? Now he wanted to be the good guy...
Feinz took off his military cap, and the sunlight rested on his golden hair. He suddenly picked you up high and held you horizontally in his arms.
You exclaimed, helplessly resisting passively, relying on the advantage of being on high ground, and reluctantly said "brother".
What he did just now seemed like just a spur-of-the-moment play. He sat down again, holding you in his arms and sitting on his lap.
"Yina, if you behave better from now on and don't do anything that harms the empire, I will... never lay a hand on you again."
You didn't reply, keeping silent with your eyes lowered, your gaze fixed on his black military uniform that ostentatiously conveyed power.
Seeing that you were silent, Feinz began to lean forward. You left the support of his chest and leaned forward uncontrollably. In desperation, you had to stretch out your arms and hook them around his neck. In the end, you just found a comfortable position in his arms.
“Yina, stop thinking about Lai,” his hand had been rubbing the red and swollen part of your chin, “Once the Empire successfully takes over the Caucasus, we can adopt a child, a child as sensible as Lai.”
"Um."
You didn't want to argue with Feynz, so you pretended to agree for the time being. However, he was obviously in a much more relaxed mood. He lowered his head and kissed you. You were forced to endure his long kiss as his hand moved all the way down.
Can I really forget it?
Human memory is not an idealized tool; it is not only capricious but also unscrupulous. You feel like a dog tied to the chain of time, forever trapped in the day when you lost Lai.
Perhaps time can dilute death, but more often than not, time is like a chronic poison divided into many harmless doses, and its acidic effect will eventually corrode the years of waiting.
The floral curtains were lifted by the breeze, creating a ripple. The crystal chandelier above your head was emitting soft light under the refraction of the sunlight. You opened your eyes and watched the delicate light above your head undulating like the sea.
"Ina, focus."
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Because General Kalmann's country villa is on the outskirts of the city, a long way from Anhalt Railway Station, in order to catch the few trains, Feinz took you to stay at the Adlon Hotel in Feheniebel a day in advance.
There were not many people in the lobby. There was a portable radio at the reception desk softly playing Robert Schumann's "Fantasy". After checking your ID cards, the receptionist kindly handed over the door number.
Yuri walked up to Feints, saluted, and whispered, "Sir, I saw the RFSS outside."
Feints frowned, picked up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. After thinking for a moment, he replied to Yuri: "Pretend you don't know they are here."
At the reception desk, the receptionist is kindly introducing to you the small concert being held in the side hall on the first floor of the Adlon Hotel to celebrate its milestone victory.
You are a little excited, purely for the concert. After all, it's still early. If you go back to your hotel room, you never know for sure if Feynz will bother you again.
"elder brother?"
You turned your head to look at him, your eyes sparkling and full of cornflower blue.
Feinz walked over and put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the reception desk. The cigarette butts were squeezed in there like a dismembered corpse, giving him an indescribable feeling.
He looked at the anticipation in your eyes and nodded, "Okay."
You pursed your lips and smiled softly, mumbling a thank you. The receptionist took your luggage back to your room, and you went to the wing with Feints.
As soon as you enter the side hall, the sound of music that was originally locked by the door immediately pours into your ears.
The Mozart record had just finished playing, and now it was replaced by Gluck, the music was extremely crazy. The musicians were dressed like in a masquerade, with huge ostrich feathers in their hair and long, thick red noses on their faces.
Feinz went to sit at the bar counter and asked the waiter for a glass of Courvoisier cognac.
You're drawn to a movie poster taped to a support column. It's "Gone with the Wind," the film version of "Gone with the Wind"! Lead actor Clark Gable's photo is prominently featured!
A group of officers generously invited the officers and soldiers to drink together, raising their glasses and shouting "Long live!"
Feinz raised his glass from a distance as a greeting, and drank the wine in one gulp.
You shook your head in your heart. They were really blinded by the victory in front of them.
As the line in "Gone with the Wind" goes, land is the only thing in the world worth working for, fighting for, and dying for, because it is the only thing that lasts forever.
A girl in a scarlet silk blouse, holding a wine glass, sat on a high cushioned stool, handed over a business card, and said to Fiennes in a frivolous tone:
"Sir, I'm Ariel from the Fountain Center. If you need eugenics assistance, you can come to me."
Feinz asked the waiter to continue adding wine to the glass. Without even looking at her, he said word by word calmly: "My wife won't allow it."
At this moment, you just finished admiring the poster and walked to the bar. You saw the beautiful Aryan woman with permed and dyed golden curly hair. You nodded politely to her, and she left with a little embarrassment.
"Ina, what's there to see in Hollywood?"
Feintz played with the glass in his hand, the white liquid swirling along the inner wall of the glass. He took a sip of the wine and made a nonchalant statement.
Come on, what does he know? That's Gone with the Wind! That's Rhett Butler! That's Atlanta's never-ending battle song!
"Brother!" There was a hint of coquettishness in your tone unconsciously, and you didn't even realize it.
"You heartless little thing, Ina, I should have accepted the business card just now."
He put down his glass, took off the black German beret on your head, rubbed your head carelessly, and messed up your hair again.
The concert in the side hall seemed to be going on until dawn, but you were a little tired. Fiennes could see that your spirits were starting to wane, so he took you back to the hotel room you had booked in advance.
The room was in an excellent location, with a tall, wide window overlooking Garden Road. From the window, one could see a corner of the kennel door, which was decorated with gold and jade.
The furnishings in the room already have a semi-modern feel, with a long sofa, a round table, a double bed, a separate bathroom, a Bavarian record player, and the ornamental rubber tree that is a must in German hotels.
Feintz had already unbuttoned his military uniform, and just as you were about to change your clothes, you suddenly remembered that your beret was still at the bar front desk in the side hall and you forgot to bring it back.
"Ina, are you okay on your own?" he asked with a frown, feeling a little helpless about your carelessness.
Come on, if he hadn't taken your hat off, how could you have forgotten, but you still nodded obediently on the surface.
"Then I'll wait for you to come back and take a shower together. Ina, be careful on the road."
He sat on the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee, and picked up the Berlin Daily on the table and began to read.
Hey... who wants to take a shower with him... he's grown up, can't he be a little more independent...
This huge hotel only has one elevator. You waited for a long time, but no elevator came up. Just when you were getting bored waiting, the system prompt sounded suddenly.
【The mission target has appeared.】
ha?
What have you arranged for the system?
The elevator gradually stopped, shook slightly, and the door opened. You saw four people in uniform standing around a man.
The man had slightly curly black hair, thin features, and an unshaven beard. He clearly still looked like a young man, but his forehead was covered with wrinkles and his eyes were cleft. The brand new military coat he wore looked a bit out of place.
Their eagle-like eyes swept over your body, and you immediately lowered your head and stood aside, not daring to make a sound.
You got on the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor, and the system's electrical current crackling exploded in your mind again.
[SL Supreme Commander, Stalin's eldest son, Yakov Dzhugashvili]
Ah, it’s him!
The Son of God who died in the dirt as mentioned by Milan Kundera in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"!
But why did Stalin's son appear in Berlin!
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