The Last Goodbye

Godsend.The vicious German head of state immediately ordered to bombard London with concentrated firepower, hoping to hit the spirit of the British and destroy them.The leading German general quickly launched an operation and carried out a frenzied bombing of London and surrounding areas.In the most serious operation "Moonlight Sonata", the German army destroyed more than 4000 residential houses overnight and razed most of Coventry to the ground.The British were poorly clothed and hungry, the men were in the air with the enemy, the women and children hid in the bomb shelters, listening to the German warplanes whizzing by, shooting down their husbands and destroying their motherland, but even so, The British just don't surrender!

Hitler issued ultimatums to capitulate over and over again, until he finally got tired of it.He used submarines to surround the freighter routes of the three islands, leaving the British without milk and bread, and without antibiotics to treat the wounded. The military service of the British army had to be expanded from young and middle-aged to the elderly and mildly disabled, but the British still did not bow their heads!

The Germans are incredible.

They all think the British are out of their minds.

They really can't understand, they are so cruel and tyrannical, why the British don't give in?Straightforward Germans are so naive, frankly bordering on stupid.They can't beat the pliable British.They are golden lions, but they can't conquer a group of slender, elegant animals that are as soft as kittens in their eyes.

Because what is it that is really scary?What is it that is really frightening?Is it a whip on your body?Is it an instrument of torture on the body?Is it hunger, pain, death?Are you threatening him with the other party's closest relatives and love?

What is truly frightening is the spirit that cannot be destroyed by violence.

Allen put his head on the wooden table and smiled softly.

Joan Clark thoughtfully brought him a cup of black tea.It was brewed out of what little rations she had left of Team Eight. "God bless the queen." The young man lying on the table turned his face and raised his eyes to look at the female scientist beside him, "My God, Joan. My God! I can't believe that the Germans have retreated. We can go home for Christmas this year!"

"Thanks to you, my little genius." Joan gently squatted down and hugged the young man in front of him who was a little weak due to the busy months and nights. "Denniston said that we will hold a celebration banquet tonight. Hugh has already gone to prepare Now." She looked excited, her golden-brown curls softly illuminated by Bletchley's gas bulbs.Her hair was beautiful, and Ellen couldn't resist reaching out and helping Joan tidy it up.This inadvertent action made the female scientist smile shyly, "You must come tonight." She said expectantly.

"Joan, I..."

"Don't tell me you have German lessons again."

"Yes." Allen smiled shyly.Joan sighed, looking a little disappointed, "...I don't even know if you are dating in the name of taking classes, or you are in class in the name of dating."

"Why is your mouth so poisonous, Joan. Are you French?" Alan straightened up, took a sip of black tea.Joan raised her willow leaf-like eyebrows, stretched her arms, and sat on the other side's table.Her movements are very masculine, not at all like a British lady, but this is what Ellen likes about her. "In August, I really thought we couldn't keep going. Fortunately, the worst air raids were in foggy days." Joan drooped her legs briskly, staring at the toes of her calfskin shoes, "Say , your German professor actually helped a lot, how about..."

"No, no." Allen immediately refused. He knew what the other party was going to say, "We can't let him know who we are. We can't let him know what we are doing. We can't reveal anything to him." His attitude was very firm. .Joan was a little surprised, and muttered in a low voice, "Denniston said that he has investigated him, and there is no problem."

"The boss is really pervasive." Allen pouted.He said so, but his expression relaxed a little.It seemed he was relieved that he had no problem with his German professor.But he still shook his head, "Anyway, I won't tell him anything. On the day of victory, I will tell him that Britain owes him a great favor." He raised his eyes and smiled at the female scientist, showing two A shallow dimple.

"For Britain!" Allen raised the black tea and made a toast.Joan was amused by him again.She also raised her hand, clenched her fist and lightly touched the opponent's teacup, "For Britain!"

GODS□□ETHEQUEEN, PARTII

1940

Professor Potter's students were nearly an hour late.

At about a quarter past nine, Alan Turing finally rushed to the hotel lobby. "Sorry, sorry!" He blushed, and smiled embarrassedly at the green eyes on the sofa, "Today there was a small gathering of professors, I wanted to slip away, but I was caught, so I had to drink two The cup just came."

Harry smiled nonchalantly, and took out a red book from his bag.On the cover of that book was written a few large characters in German - "Mein Kampf".This is the autobiography of Adolf Hitler, the German head of state, and it is also the textbook used by Alan and Harry in class.

"Where did we read last time?"

"Can I skip class today, Professor? We managed to drive the Germans away, so let's celebrate."

Harry closed the book and looked at him, "How do you want to celebrate?"

"Let's go have a drink." Alan pulled him up, Harry smelled alcohol, it seemed that his student was a little drunk. "I know a great place!" Alan pulled Harry out of the lobby without saying a word.He walked too fast and accidentally bumped into a person head-on.The slightly drunk and extremely excited great scientist raised his head in a daze, looking at the person he hit.The man was also looking at him.

Whoa!Allen blushed instantly.He really bumped into a handsome guy!He stared blankly at the man he hit, or more accurately, a boy.The man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was very handsome and tall.black hair.Dark eyes.The tall nose bridge and thin lips are like carved with a carving knife.The boy's facial features are so perfect, the proportion of eyebrows and eyes is as precise as measured by the golden section.Allen stared at him blankly, forgetting to say sorry, but the other party spoke first.

"Let go, drunkard."

said the handsome man.

"Ah?" The great scientist froze in place.Alcohol dulled his sharp mind.While he was still surprised at the vulgar language of the other party, the strange boy had already grabbed the German professor beside him and dragged him to his side.The German professor was obviously also in a daze. He stared blankly at the person who dragged him away, like watching a ghost that suddenly appeared.

But this handsome uninvited guest didn't give the other two time to stay in a daze.He pulled the green-eyed German professor over, wrapped his arms around his waist as if swearing sovereignty, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, then grabbed the professor who was still in a daze and walked away.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Alan chased after him, but the handsome man quickly led Harry into a corner.Allen hurried to arrive, but was still half a step late.He only heard a soft pop in the corner, and when he looked for someone, the place was already empty.

Two big living people, just in front of Alan Turing, a former Cambridge University mathematics professor whose materialism is paramount...

disappeared out of thin air.

GODS□□ETHEQUEEN, PARTIII

1940

With a pop, Harry's feet fell back to the ground.

He stared at the person in front of him in shock.He was a little dizzy from the sudden transfer of the follower without any precautions, but what made him even more dizzy was the surprise of seeing the other party again. Harry couldn't help reaching out his hand, and gently touched Riddle's face.so warm. "Miss me?" Riddle smiled at him. Harry responded with his actions—

As soon as he moved to the person in front of him, he began to kiss him frantically. Riddle quickly responded after a brief absence.Their lips and teeth collided fiercely, kissing each other fiercely as if they were going to eat each other, like a long farewell, like never seeing each other again, like traveling through time and space, crossing the boundary between life and death, crazy Desperately, aggressively, possessively, until the two of them couldn't breathe, they separated panting.

"I thought... I thought..."

Harry buried his head in the boy's shoulder, and he was so excited that he burst into tears.

"...I have been looking for it on the mountain for a long time..."

"...I was wrong, I blamed you..."

"...I'm sorry, Salazar..."

"...you're still alive, that's great..."

He was so excited that he was incoherent, lying on the other's shoulder and sobbing.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine." Riddle patted him on the back tenderly.His voice was like a winter bird's song, soft and cold - Harry swears it was the best sound in the world.He raised his face and stared at the person in front of him.That handsome face is so close at hand, so full of vigor and vitality. Merlin, he was so good looking. Harry couldn't help laughing at the thought, but it only brought more tears to well up in his eyes.He hurriedly buried his head down—it was so embarrassing!he thought in embarrassment.How can I cry like this in front of a boy younger than me.Of course he felt